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.”
You play a popular game you found on social media that you play with your partner, and you think it's the perfect way to get Seong-je's half-assed attention. One applies the chapstick, and the other must guess the flavor through a kiss.
Warnings: Language, nsfw content, fingering
Word Count: 1.3k
Notes: I'm currently working on requests! I've been gone for so long, but I promise I'll lock in now.
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Seong-je snuck through your window a little over two hours ago. He's leaned up against your headboard, one leg thrown over yours, while the other is propped up. He's currently playing on your console, curses quietly flowing past his lips as he mashes the buttons on your controller.
"Shit...little fucker is probably playing on his brother's account. We all know you aren't level 420, ugly little shit." he curses, eating the chocolate-covered acai and blueberries he got for you.
The reason why Seong-je was even over was because you had sent him a photo of a cute dress you had found at the thrift store. As pretty as it was, it was incredibly short. You thought that maybe if you provoked him, he'd come over and finally give you the attention you've been craving.
Instead, he's in your bed, eating the snacks he bought for you and playing on your console like a bum.
"Seong-je." you nudge him.
"Hm." he hums, not looking away from your TV.
You stare at him a little longer, waiting to see if he'd ask for the follow-up, but he was clearly occupied. You roll your eyes and lie on your side, turning away from him. You scroll on your phone, liking videos your friends had posted, when you remember why you invited him over.
You came across a cute trend where couples guess Chapstick flavors by kissing each other, taste-testing each flavor. You quickly sit back up, stretching your body over his lap as you reach into your bedside table. You pull out the chapstick packaging of several flavors you found at some cheap dollar store.
Right as Seong-je finishes his game, you face him, sitting with your legs crossed. You push the chapstick into his hands.
Seong-je looks down at his lap, thinking you got him a gift, only to see the cheap knock-off brands of chapstick. Hershey, Skittles, Strawberry, Cola, etc.
"What are you, a kid? What is this?" he tears the packaging open, picking up the Redbull flavor. "This is the equivalent of when you go shopping at Bath and Body Works and only get those nasty food-scented perfumes."
You frown. "You told me you liked my strawberry poundcake."
"I lied."
You gather the tiny cylinders in your hands, putting them in your lap.
"I wanna play the Chapstick game. I saw it on TikTok." you urge.
Seong-je thinks for a second before he nods once. "The game where you guess all the flavors and shit? I've seen that before."
"Yes!" you exclaim excitedly. "Okay, so you know the rules. Come on, put that down. Let's play."
He sighs, placing your controller down and sitting up. "Alright, Princess. Let's play."
"I'm going first. Close your eyes!"
The edge of Seong-je's mouth quirks up into a smirk as he reluctantly shut his eyes. You pick a random flavor in the pile of many flavors, lathering your lips with it.
"Okay, open!"
He opens his eyes. Now, to guess. He leans in, tilting your chin upwards towards him. His lips meet yours, prompting your eyes to close in bliss. He deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip before he abruptly pulls back.
"That shit tastes like lizard ankles."
You laugh, concealing the true flavor in your clenched hand.
"No, that's not a guess."
He leans back, wiping his mouth. "That's got to be like, slime or something."
"It's Sprite."
"That was sprite...?" he asked in disbelief, looking at the flavor you presented to him.
"Okay, it's your turn. Pick one." You close your eyes, waiting patiently.
You can hear Seong-je rustling through the flavors before finally picking one. He doesn't tell you he's done, nor does he tell you to open your eyes. He just slams his lips against yours, pushing you down towards the bed. You let out an involuntary moan, hand sliding up his chest as you try to taste the flavor on his lips.
Seong-je's teeth bite down on your tongue, causing you to gasp out in pain. He smiles down at you, relishing in the pain he inflicted on you. You look up at him through your lashes, licking your lips, trying to taste the flavor.
"Is it...Cola?"
Seong-je gave you a tight-lipped smile, shaking his head. He placed his hand on your chest, squeezing your breast shamelessly.
"Nope. That's wrong, Princess." his hand trails down. "For every answer you get wrong, my hand will go lower."
Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his large, calloused hand slide down your stomach.
"Liquorice?" you guess, rubbing your thighs together.
"Nope." he huffs, hand now rubbing your lower belly. "One more guess."
"Pepsi?"
Seong-je sighs, giving you a moment to process the silence before slipping his hand past the waistband of your underwear.
"Three guesses, and you got them all wrong, Baby." he smiles, palm sliding down your freshly shaven skin. "You've lost."
You let out a whimper, wrapping your hand around the wrist of the hand buried in your underwear. His lips find your neck, his free hand angling your head backwards.
"This isn't...fair," you protest. "This isn't how you play the game."
Seong-je's kisses turned into nips as his fingers found their way towards your entrance. His free hand hooks underneath your knee, spreading your legs so he'd have more access.
His fingers, playing in your heat, finally dip into your aching entrance, relieving you of the emptiness that had been bothering you all day. You gasp, burying your mouth in the palm of your hand. He must've forgotten your parents are still home.
You grind your hips against his hand as his fingers curl against your g-spot, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
"Right there," Seong-je speaks to himself, making a mental note of where you like it best.
The rolls of chapstick were long forgotten, some across your floor after they had rolled off the bed. You were hot, and the room felt like it was closing in on you with each passing minute. You clench around his fingers, embarrassed that it didn't take you long to get close.
"Already?" he laughs, his other hand gripping your knee, making sure you kept your legs spread, while the other pumped two fingers inside of you. "That's even quicker than last time."
Your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. Your whimpers progressed into moans as each pump brought you closer to the edge, and it didn't help that he added another finger.
The hallway light flickered on, followed by the sounds of footsteps. Your parents.
"Honey?" your mother's voice calls out, startling you. "Are you still awake?"
Your body goes stiff at the sound of her voice. You try to get Seong-je to stop, but a wicked grin formed on his face. He curled his three fingers around your weak spot, making your back arch.
"Careful now," Seong-je warns with that shit-eating grin. "Don't wanna be too loud, now do we?"
You stare at your boyfriend in betrayal, coughing in your hand to mask a moan.
"I was studying, Mom. I'm going to bed now." You lie easily.
The light eventually shuts off, making your body relax. You're filled with ecstasy and relief as you clench around him, feeling the knot tie in your lower belly. His fingers come to a slow stop, coated in your liquids.
You breathe heavily, chest heaving as the ceiling of your bedroom spins in your vision. While you slowly come back down to Earth, Seong-je rubs your thigh with his thumb, bringing his coated hand towards his mouth.
He sucks his fingers off, not once breaking his glare on you.
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연시은 | Yeon Si-Eun ✎
he's always so stressed you'll have to help him unwind
quicker than fucking
poor guy only wanted a hug
안수호 | Ahn Su-Ho ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
he’s just so damn hungry all the time
he wanted to take you for a ride…
there’s a lot of pent up frustration you gotta let him let out
tired after work
first thing in the morning
making you feel good
오범석 | Oh Beom-Seok ✈︎
the glasses stay on
needs to be in control for once in his life
truth is he only really needs someone to care
서준태 | Seo Jun-Tae ☼
punishing him for getting your milkshake order wrong
summary: you and sieun weren’t really childhood friends. your mothers were friends, and naturally, you were forced to play together. after his parents’ divorce and your family moving to the states, you never saw each other again, which didn’t really bother you. you and sieun reunite when you move back to south korea, and you think to yourself, when did you get hot?
warning(s): reader has mommy issues, 18+, MDNI, explicit content, smut, female masturbation, fingering, virgin!reader, virgin!sieun, mentions of multiple sex acts, mentions of protected sex, soft dom!sieun, neighbours to fuckbuddies to lovers
author’s notes: all characters are aged up to 18+. this takes place post-whc2. divider is made by the talented @saradika-graphics! fair warning, i didn't take physics for my a-levels, so i have no idea if what they're studying is accurate.
You were six years old when you met Yeon Sieun for the first time. Your mother and his mother had been friends in college, and they recently reconnected after your family moved into his neighbourhood. Naturally, they arranged playdates for you and him. You didn’t mind since he wasn’t loud and annoying like the other boys in school who pulled on your pigtails. He was content with your idea of fun: studying and, at most, reading books together.
When you were eleven years old, his parents divorced, and Sieun moved out to live with his father in another part of Seoul. Meanwhile, your father announced that he had received a promotion and that you would be moving to the United States.
There was no dramatic farewell scene. No promises of reaching out to each other. After all, to each other, you and Sieun were just the children of your mother’s friend.
Seven years later, you were moving back to Seoul for your senior year of high school. Your parents had enrolled you in Buil Girls’ High School.
“Honey, you remember Aunt Hyejin, right?” Your mother eagerly told you. “It turns out we’re going to be living right next door to her and her son. You used to play with him all the time.”
“Because we were the only kids there.” You thought. Clearly, your mother still favoured Yeon Sieun.
“I heard he’s ranked first in his school. You should ask him to tutor you.”
You tried to refute her, “My grades are fine.”
“She got that award back in New York.” Your father chipped in.
“The standards are different here in Seoul.” She argued back. “She could always do better.”
You didn’t try to defend yourself. It was always like this with her. When other parents would praise their kids for scoring over 90%, your mother asked why you didn’t get the rest of the questions right. Maybe that was why you weren’t keen on being friends with Yeon Sieun. You didn’t like how easily he received her praise when you had to fight for it.
Later that night, you found yourself looking at a framed photo of you and Sieun. You were both only eight years old at the time, and your mothers practically forced you to pose together. Both of you had permanent scowls on, and you faintly remembered your mother scolding you afterwards for your rude behaviour.
Looking back, you admitted that Sieun was a cute kid. If he didn’t have such an antisocial personality, the neighbourhood aunties would have adored him. You were faintly reminded of your younger brother who was nine years younger than you, although he certainly wasn’t as studious as your childhood playmate.
You admitted the made-up rivalry was rather one-sided, but you were just a kid back then. It was just easier to think of him as the enemy rather than admitting that your mother didn’t see your worth.
You shook your head. There was no use lamenting over your childhood rival. You have matured since then. Well, at least you hoped so.
You put the framed photo down and flopped down on your bed. There were still a couple of boxes left unpacked, but you will get to them later. You had more important business to do.
You pulled out your phone and logged into your Tumblr account through the app. You scrolled through your For You page, where various fanfics of your favourite idols and drama characters filled the screen. You clicked on a Yeonjun fic that piqued your interest.
trope: childhood friends to lovers
warning(s): 18+, explicit content, oral sex…
The list of kinks went on as you blushed at how extreme they became, even though you had encountered all kinds of fanfics on Tumblr. One might say that most of your sexual knowledge came from the app, even though you were a virgin who hadn’t even seen a cock outside of porn. However, it didn’t mean you weren’t curious about sex. You just didn’t have the chance to explore when most of your time was dedicated towards your academics and extracurricular activities.
As you read about Yeonjun fingering the reader, you slipped your hand underneath your pants and started slowly mimicking his actions. You played with your clit for a few moments before finally pushing a finger inside yourself when you felt a familiar slick lubricating your vaginal walls. As the reader was reaching her climax, you felt yourself nearly achieving the same peak, and you were going to insert another finger to finish the deal when suddenly, you heard rapid raps against your bedroom door.
“___! Hurry and get ready!” Your mother knocked a few more times. “Aunt Hyejin invited us to dinner in thirty minutes.”
“Why is your door always locked?” You heard her mutter as she walked away to inform your little brother.
You let out a heavy, unsatisfied groan. You pulled your hand out from your pants, the once euphoric sensation long gone by your mother’s squawking. You really couldn’t wait until you were in college and living on your own, where you didn’t have to worry about nosy family members ruining your orgasms.
You stripped off your shirt and shorts, and even changed your underwear as they were sticky and clinging to your core. You changed into a sensible dress that reached down to your knees. You quickly got your makeup done, opting for a simple look so that you didn’t look like a raccoon with your dark circles.
Like always, you and family were early as your mother insisted on departing early despite living next door to Aunt Hyejin. Sieun’s mother didn’t seem to mind as she warmly greeted you.
“You’ve really grown up, ___!” She marvelled at the sight of you. “It feels just like yesterday, you and Sieun were playing on the swings.”
“I’m sure Sieun has grown up, too!” Your mother chuckled. “Where is your son, by the way?”
“He was hanging out with his friends, but he should be home anytime soon.”
Your parents started chatting with Aunt Hyejin about your childhood while you retreated to the living room with your brother.
“Noona, who’s Sieun?” He asked while you were helping him beat a particularly difficult level of Super Mario Party. You suddenly remembered that he was only two years old when you moved to the US, and probably didn’t have many memories of Seoul, much less Yeon Sieun.
“He’s Aunt Hyejin’s son. He and I used to play together.”
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“Absolutely not.” You immediately answered. The last time you saw Sieun, he was thin with wobbly knees. He looked like a breeze could blow him over. Man, he was a total nerd.
“Eomma, I’m home.” You heard a deep voice call out.
“Sieun-ah, welcome home!” His mother greeted him, blocking your view of him from the couch. “You remember Aunt Minsook, right? ___’s here, too!”
She moved out of the way, and your brain promptly stopped working when you first saw Yeon Sieun in seven years.
He was no longer the gangly kid you remembered him as. While he wasn’t tall, he was still a few inches taller than you. His skin was a light tan, not the smooth alabaster desired by society, but it suited him. He didn’t look as pale and sickly as he used to. He was as handsome as any idol, with a flawless complexion and a sharp jawline people would kill for. His lips, although slightly chapped, were plump and, for a second, you imagined what they would feel like trailing every inch of your body.
Only a single thought ran through your mind.
“Yeon Sieun, when did you get hot?”
You never really understood why the childhood-friends-to-lovers trope was so popular. Kids never hide anything from each other, including their gross and embarrassing habits. You shuddered at the idea of falling for one of the neighbourhood boys who used to eat their boogers.
Granted, Sieun never did any of that stuff, but still.
After you got over your brain fart, you stammered out a mumbled greeting while hiding behind a curtain of hair, trying to hide your flushed face.
It was ridiculous. It wasn’t like this was the first time you ever saw a handsome boy face-to-face.
Well, you’ve never actually faced someone with idol-like visuals, but still. You were more mature than this. More evolved than this. Yes, Yeon Sieun was a very attractive man, but he is still a man.
So why haven’t you been able to meet his eyes when he was conveniently sitting across from you at dinner? Why couldn’t you let out anything more than a mousey squeak when he asked you to pass the potatoes?
Your mother looked at you, disapproving of your quiet demeanour. She cleared her throat before asking Sieun a question.
“Sieun-ah, I’ve heard that you’re the top student of your school. Is that right?”
He didn’t answer her verbally, only gave her a brief but confident nod.
She turned to Sieun’s mother. “You must be very proud. I wish my daughter studied as much as he does. She has a lot of potential, but she always squanders it.”
You were then hit with a harsh reminder of why you disliked Sieun so much. Your mother used to compare the two of you, and you hated the fact that you could never measure up to his prodigal levels. You used to think that your mother would trade you for Sieun in a heartbeat if she ever got the chance.
Any attraction you had to him was stomped down until not even a single ember remained.
“Mom, I was first in my year,” You mumbled, wanting to speak up even though you knew your struggles often weren’t heard by selective ears.
Your mother let out a heavy sigh, a pointedly annoyed expression on her face. “What was that? How many times do I have to tell you to speak up? You know my hearing is not as good as it used to be.”
Your father looked like he wanted to speak up for you, but you already knew he wouldn’t. She was too domineering. Anything you would say would just be labelled as unimportant.
Sieun’s mother must have noticed the awkward atmosphere as she quickly cut in to defuse the tension. “I’m pretty sure ___ has her own talents too. Your father told me you were thinking of applying to law school?”
You quickly answered her, anything to get out of the chilling environment. “Yes, I have always been more interested in humanities.”
“Have you thought of which schools you’re going to apply to?”
“Yonsei,” You smiled at her. “I want to study Criminal Law.”
“What a coincidence!” She smiled at her son, patting him on the shoulder. “Sieun’s planning to study Physics at Yonsei.”
Your smile faltered slightly at the prospect of being stuck with Yeon Sieun throughout your college life. You hid it quickly, but you had the feeling Sieun noticed you.
“Physics, huh?” You finally looked him in the eye. “You must be really good at it. I never really liked it.”
That was an understatement. You abhorred the subject as it didn’t click naturally with you. Potential force? Gravity? Magnetic fields? The only reason you studied it so much was so you could scrape a B, the highest grade you achieved in the damn science.
Sieun gave a short answer. “It’s not so bad.”
And with that flash of dislike came a wave of guilt. It was hard to dislike someone who didn’t really do anything to deserve it. Sure, he wasn’t the most social person, but he wasn’t a bad guy.
The emotions you experienced about Yeon Sieun were dramatic and complex, and you really didn’t need to add lust and teenage hormones on top of all that.
“If you’re not so bad at it, I would hate to think what it’s like for ___.” Your mother probably meant that as a joke, and you smiled even though you didn’t find anything funny about it.
Unbeknownst to you, Sieun noticed how uncomfortable you were. He was more observant than you thought he was. He had always known that even though your relationship with your mother was vastly different from his relationship with his mother, there was still that same distance.
Suddenly, your mother clapped her hands. She had a smile on her face that usually meant that something troublesome was coming.
“Sieun-ah, why don’t you tutor ___?” She requested, and you felt like a little kid all over again. “It’ll be just like when you were kids!”
“Mom, he doesn’t need to do that-”
“I know that, but you need his help,” She told you as if you were being stupid for not considering Sieun as a tutor. She sent apologetic looks towards him and his mother. “She’s always like this. She never thinks about her future.”
With every word, she made you feel smaller, as if your own efforts were never going to be enough for her. You bit your lip, wanting to say more, but you knew that when it came to her, you were on your own. Your brother was too young to understand your plight, and as much as you loved your father, you knew he would never stand up to her.
“I’m okay with tutoring her, but I think you should ask your daughter first,” He interrupted your mother, and you finally looked up from your lap to see him. You didn’t even notice that your mother was silenced. “After all, ___ knows her own capabilities better than anyone else.”
How did Sieun know the simple words you always wanted to say?
Your mother shook off her stunned silence after a moment, awkwardly chuckling, “O-of course. ___, do you want Sieun to tutor you?”
As much as you wanted to defy his help, to finally prove to her that you were more than enough, you also knew you needed top grades to get into Yonsei, and a B in physics wasn’t going to cut it.
Even though you didn’t want to, you needed Sieun.
“I would appreciate it,” You smiled at him, the first sign you showed of acknowledging him. “Thank you, Sieun.”
At that moment, you weren’t aware that you and he would flip each other’s worlds upside down.
Despite transferring into Buil relatively late compared to the other students, you adapted quickly, finding friends with a couple of girls, Hari and Youngseo. Although you were distinctly different from them, preferring to spend most of your free time studying and revising for the suneung, you found that they didn’t mind that. They often would try to get you to join them whenever they went cafe hopping, and today was one of those days.
“Come on, ___!” Hari laughed, linking arms with you while Youngseo took your other arm. “You know what they say. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. You deserve to have some fun!”
“I have to meet my tutor later!” You protested.
“Yeah, in two hours,” Youngseo argued. “Eating cake and drinking lattes doesn’t make you incapable of absorbing information.”
You couldn’t tell them that you wanted to revise physics just so you didn’t appear as a complete dolt in front of Yeon Sieun. You weren’t dumb; it’s just that physics wasn’t your strongest subject compared to biology, which you excelled at.
Your insecurity had always been high, especially when your mother compared you to every child genius and prodigy out there, always saying that you could achieve those same things if you just applied yourself. Yeon Sieun was a major source of your insecurities since he was the first genius she compared you to. You knew that it wasn’t his fault, but seeing him every day when you walk to school just made all of your hidden insecurities bubble up again.
It was extremely hard to hate him since he was the one who defended you just a few nights ago.
Yeon Sieun should have been an asshole. At least, you wouldn’t feel guilty about resenting him.
You shook your head, trying to get him out of your head.
“Girl, are you okay?” Hari asked, concerned about you.
“I’m okay,” You then grinned, pulling them along to the cafe. “Let’s eat some delicious food! I’m going to get matcha!”
“Again?” Youngseo groaned. “You might as well be drinking grass!”
“Matcha is NOT grass-” You argued back, but Youngseo, who was the one who wanted to go to the cafe, suddenly pulled you and Hari away from the entrance.
“Shit,” She looked back into the cafe before groaning. “Why is he here?”
You and Hari joined in, looking through the window. There was a group of boys in uniforms from another school you didn’t recognise. One of the taller boys was wearing a red basketball jersey under his blazer.
Hari suddenly guffawed, prompting Youngseo to tell her to shut up.
“Who is he?” You asked them.
Youngseo sharply replied, “He’s nobody.”
“That’s Baku. He’s the top dog of Eunjang,” Hari explained before grinning. “He’s also Youngseo’s ex.”
“We never dated!” Youngseo denied her. “We just …used to hook up, until he got too involved with the Union.”
You tilted your head, this being the first time you ever heard of it. “The Union?”
“They were like this high school mafia group, but they sort of dissolved last year,” Hari punched Youngseo’s shoulder lightly. “Yah, you guys were good together. Why not give him another chance?”
“Absolutely no fucking way. I don’t want any mafia drama this year,” Youngseo looked like she would rather go to hell than give her and Baku’s relationship another chance. “Come on, let’s bounce. This isn’t the only cafe in the area.”
“Just so you won’t bump into your ex?”
“You would be saying the same thing if your ex was in there.”
In the midst of Hari and Youngseo’s bickering, one of the taller boys stepped aside, and lo and behold, Yeon Sieun was with them, and suddenly, you were inclined with Youngseo’s suggestion.
“I agree with you,” You said to Youngseo. “Let’s go.”
“What’s with the two of you?” Hari followed your gaze, seeing Sieun. “Yeon Sieun? Do you know him?”
“Our mothers were friends,” You explained briefly. “How do you know him?”
“Rumors say he was the mastermind behind the Union’s downfall. They call him the White Mamba.”
“Who cares what people call them!” Youngseo snapped. “Let’s just get out-”
“YOUNGSEO!”
She froze at hearing that loud, booming voice, before the three of you turned around to see the aforementioned Baku excitedly waving at her. You avoided Sieun’s stare as the other people in the cafe were startled by Baku’s sudden bellow.
“Yah, Youngseo! Come over here!” Baku clearly didn’t care about how loud he was, even when the other tall boy next to him told him to shut up. “What are you doing here?”
Hari snorted, “You know he’s not going to let up until you go over there.”
“Oh, fuck me.” Youngseo groaned.
You jokingly quipped, “No, thank you, but I think he would like to volunteer himself.”
She glared at you half-heartedly before the three of you marched over to the four boys sitting at a booth near the window. Baku pushed the tall boy sitting next to him, making space for Youngseo. Somehow, you were sitting right across from Sieun, and you found his gaze harder to avoid. Ever since you were little, even when you found his doe eyes to be unfairly beautiful, they were also intimidating in their own way. His gaze always made you feel like he knew every little nook and cranny of yourself.
“Hari-yah, it’s good to see you,” Baku bumped fists with her before directing his eyes at you. “I see you have a new friend. I’m Baku, and that’s Gotak, Juntae, and Sieun. Nice to meet you!”
You shyly nodded, offering a small smile to each and every one of them. “I’m ___.”
However, you froze when Sieun held his gaze at you, not bothering to spare a glance at Hari and Youngseo.
Luckily, Hyuntak noticed your discomfort, “The staring thing again? Come on, buddy, we talked about this…”
Only when Sieun stopped staring at you did you finally feel like you could breathe easily again. Even with how insecure he made you feel, you couldn’t help but think about how his unwavering stare turned you on.
The first few tutoring sessions between you and Sieun passed by quickly. You didn’t say much nor did he, just like how you used to when you were kids. You fell back in the comfortable rhythm of putting up a friendly act just so you and he could please your respective mothers.
Reluctantly, you had to admit that Yeon Sieun was a good tutor. He didn’t go easy on you, but he didn’t expect you to know the answer to every question. After all, why would you get tutored by him if you knew everything? Slowly, you saw your physics grade improving at a steady rate.
However, you ended up regretting being so comfortable with Sieun during your fifth tutoring session.
You were brushing up on high energy particle collisions when his laptop ran out of battery. Being a responsible student, you absentmindedly let him borrow yours, giving him your password, while you worked on a practice exam question.
“___, I think you forgot to close this?”
You looked up from your paper, and-
SHIT.
Right there, on your screen, full-brightness and misleading pastel colours, was your Tumblr page. It wasn’t even your SFW account you used to interact with your MOA moots. No, it was your very 18+, MDNI, blog you used to write your deepest, dirtiest and smuttiest fantasies about your biases and bias-wreckers.
You almost tripped over your bag when you ran up to him to slam your laptop shut.
“S-Sieun-ah, this is just a hobby,” you stammered, stumbling over your words. “It’s getting late, so I’m gonna go home now.”
You rushed out the door, face red and wanting to evaporate out of sheer embarrassment right then and there.
What do you do when your former one-sided rival and childhood friend stumbles onto your smut blog?
The answer is that you avoid him at every turn.
You weren't ashamed to admit to running away when you and your friends bumped into Sieun and the rest of the guys at the arcade.
“It’s okay. I don’t need to get tutored by him anymore. I’ve been getting the top spot in physics for weeks now,” You thought, reasoning with yourself when you were walking back home after you were done with cram school. “When I get to college, I won’t live next door to Yeon Sieun anymore.”
You swore when you saw Sieun outside his apartment, about to unlock the door with his keys. You put your hood on, trying to hide as much of your face as possible, and sprinted to your door, trying to unlock it as fast as you could.
“___,” You froze, key just outside the door lock, upon hearing his deep voice. “Can we talk?”
That was how you found yourself sitting next to Sieun on the couch in his living room.
“Where’s your mom?” You asked him, trying to break the tension. Now that you thought about it, she was rarely around. She placed too much faith in letting her teenage son be alone with a girl in her apartment.
“She’s on some business trip. She won’t be back until next week,” He answered casually, handing a mug of hot tea to you, which you gratefully accepted. “But we’re not here to talk about her.”
You awkwardly placed the mug on the coffee table, making sure a coaster was beneath it, knowing how particular his mother was with condensation stains.
“You’re …not going to tell my mom?”
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why would I do that? What you do in your spare time is none of my business. Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”
You nodded slightly. “What was I supposed to do? The last time we really knew each other was when we were kids, and the stuff I wrote wasn’t really- well-”
“I know.”
“What do you mean, you know?”
“I saw your username and read some of your writings.” Your jaw dropped at his confession.
“Why the hell would you do that?” You asked him, gobsmacked. You couldn’t imagine Sieun willingly reading smut.
“You made a few grammar mistakes, but the plots were interesting,” Sieun then turned to look at you. There was something in his eyes, something you have never seen before, but heard of it described in the many works you have read before. “The last one you wrote. The male character… he sounds like me.”
You knew exactly which fic he was talking about. It was a Taehyun fic, where he and the reader were childhood friends who reunited years later. 10k+ words where roughly two-thirds of it was pure, unadulterated smut. You practically wrote it overnight. Despite how easy it was to write it, it was your most successful fic. Taehyun’s characterisation in your fic was most definitely based on Sieun, but you weren’t going to admit that.
“No, he’s not,” You immediately denied his allegation. “The childhood friends-to-lovers trope is very common. I’m pretty sure half of all K-dramas have some variation of this trope.”
“You wrote about the time where I accidentally pushed you too far off the swings.”
“Coincidence.”
“You wrote that she used to hate him because her mother always praised him over her.”
Somehow, Sieun had gotten close to you, and you were a breath away from him. If it were any other guy, you would have shoved them away, but this was Sieun. The little boy who read books with you because you both preferred silence. The same boy who had grown into the young and very attractive man in front of you.
“I …did write that.”
“You haven’t updated the second part,” Was his voice always so melodic? It felt like he was luring you into a trance. “Does she still hate him now?”
“No,” You breathed out heavily. His whispers felt like they were kissing your lips. “She never hated him. She just- she was just jealous that he was seen, and she wasn’t.”
You had never been this close with a boy- no, a man, before. His jawline looked like it was sharp enough to cut glass. There were no signs of acne or blemish marks on his face. He had to be using some sort of skincare routine. If it turned out he used some sort of 20-in-1 soap for his whole body, you would riot and declare that life was unfairly biased towards men.
“That’s not true,” He looked you in the eyes. How did they convey so much emotion when his lips didn’t say much? “I didn’t like you either, but I have always seen you.”
Time stood still as your eyes flickered down to his lips. His own eyes were searching for your lips as well.
“You wrote consent was the key. ___,” Sieun breathed out, his voice too low and quiet to be heard by anyone but you. “May I kiss you?”
You didn’t even need to think about it. “Yes.”
Sieun didn’t waste any time, stealing your breath away when he pressed his lips against yours in a clumsy yet heated motion. His approach to kissing you was exactly like how he approached his studies. He made a hypothesis, tested it, and then experimented from there. He found that you rather liked it when he nudged your lips with his tongue, silently asking permission for entry, which you gladly gave him.
When you moaned, a verbal response to his hands brushing through your hair, angling your head to kiss you deeper, he added another step to his experiment. His hands travelled down to your waist, and his leanly-muscled arms pulled you into his lap, your plush thighs straddling his strong ones.
You let out an embarrassingly high-pitched moan when Sieun trailed his lips down your neck, focusing on the soft, hollow area where your pulse was the strongest. He helped you out of your blazer, leaving you in your white, long-sleeved school shirt. You grabbed his hands and led them under your shirt, where they rested against the warm skin of your waist.
“Come here,” you panted as you looked down at him, kissing him as if it was as natural as breathing in oxygen. You usually weren’t impulsive like this. You never saw your first kiss culminating in grinding Sieun on his lap. Hell, he wasn’t even in the scenario back when you were twelve and imagining what your first kiss would be like.
It was only when you felt Sieun’s erection straining through his trousers that you finally snapped out of your hormone-addled haze.
“Wait. Wait a second,” Your hand pushed him back by his shoulder. His dark eyes, usually apathetic and unfeeling, were full of unbridled lust and confusion, and you desperately wanted to comfort him by kissing all his doubts away, but you still had to make sense of what this was. “I just- Sieun, what exactly are we?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, one second, we were tutor and tutee, and the next, we’re making out on your mom’s couch.” When you said it out loud, you realised how much it sounded like the plotline of a low-quality pornographic video. “We’re ___ and Sieun. We don’t like each other like that.”
“What makes you think I don’t like you?”
You laughed softly. “Okay, if you say that you’ve been in love with me since we were kids, I’m going to hit you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Sieun, who started drawing absentless circles on your back, sending chills down your spine. “I wasn’t really fond of you too back then.”
You frowned. “Okay, offence very much taken.”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that-” Sieun cut himself off, biting his lip before continuing to explain himself. “Your mom was always there, and mine wasn’t. I know how she really is now, but back then-”
“I get it,” You interrupted him. It was like your mothers were a reverse of each other. While your mother was always around, she was controlling, always making you doubt yourself. Meanwhile, you found that Sieun’s mom always had confidence in him, but she certainly kept her distance. Both of you wanted what the other had. “It still doesn’t explain why you suddenly like me.”
“I’m not sure about it, myself,” answered Sieun. “It was more like, I just realised how much I enjoyed having you around when I saw you again. You reminded me that I hadn’t always been lonely all my life.”
“What are you talking about?” You asked, puzzled on why he would think that of himself. “You have your friends.”
“They were a recent development, and it didn’t come easy.”
“Are you talking about the Union?” You questioned, remembering what Hari had told you.
“So they told you.” Sieun sighed. He looked like he didn’t want to recount the things that happened last year.
“You don’t have to tell me,” You held his cheek with your hand. Somehow, he looked more vulnerable than you ever saw him. “I can tell by your face. It must have been a difficult time for you.”
Sieun’s eyes softened. He slowly brought you closer, hugging you as he leaned his face into the crook of your neck. You weren’t sure of what kind of relationship you had with him, but what you learned was that he needed you somehow, and you welcomed him.
From a young age, you always had a life plan. It was nurtured into you by your mother. It was a simple, linear plan. Get good grades, get into a top university, and graduate with first class. Your mother didn’t include dating into the life plan.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
Yeon Sieun was supposed to stay that awkward and geeky kid.
He was supposed to be a skinny nerd with no game.
He wasn't supposed to have clear skin and soft, supple lips. He wasn't supposed to be devastatingly handsome with Bambi eyes and a sharp jawline.
He wasn't supposed to grow out of the one-sided childhood rivalry you had with him.
He was supposed to tutor you like your mother asked him to, even though you never agreed to it.
He wasn't supposed to be pressing you down on his bed while invading your mouth with his tongue.
Sieun certainly wasn't supposed to be pushing your soaked panties aside and demonstrating the many ways he could make you come undone with his fingers alone.
Yeon Sieun wasn't supposed to be hot.
It had been a few nights since you made out with Sieun while grinding him wantonly on his lap. Since then, you have found your libido uncontrollable since your childhood friend found the switch and turned it on. Suddenly, every smut fic you read on Tumblr, Wattpad, AO3, etc, all involve his stupid face and his equally dumb, messy hair, instead of the idols you fangirled over.
Now, his unfairly long fingers were stripping you of your cotton panties. Even though you were still wearing your skirt, your hands went down to cover your heated pussy.
Sieun, who was between his usual careless self and the oddly passionate self he displayed whenever he was with you, asked you, “Do you want to stop? You know what to say.”
He had read another one of your one-shots, a BDSM V fic you wrote for Kinktober, which wasn’t really as rough as the ones you have read before, but did contain the proper usage of safe words. Proper etiquette was a yes with you.
Of course, you had no intentions of committing any sadomasochistic acts; you mainly read them because of the smut, but you agreed with Sieun that a safe word was a good idea.
You shook your head. “No, I’m good.”
“Then, get your hands away.” With his strong grip, Sieun wrenched your hands away. He then proceeded to bunch your skirt up around your waist, fully exposing your wet nether lips to him. “You’re already wet.”
His left hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head onto the headboard of his bed. “How do you usually finger yourself?”
You gulped, fully aware that you were the only one who had ever witnessed the Sieun you were with now. “My clit. Just start there, and then work your way from there.”
He nodded, focusing his attention on the throbbing clump of nerves. He traced your nether lips with his index finger before pressing your clit with his thumb. You struggled to keep still, not wanting to show him how out of control he made you feel with just a simple touch.
“T-that’s it,” You stammered, trying to keep your voice low. “Just circle around it a few times to stimulate it.”
You thought Sieun would have added his own flair, but he diligently followed your instructions. Your breathing became quicker. Even though his touches were simple and minimal, his fingers were very different from yours, his calluses rougher, making the sensation different.
You gripped his sheets. “Y-you can put a finger inside now.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” You let out a heavy breath when his middle finger finally penetrated you. He started with shallow pumps before slowly building up his speed. You firmly shut your eyes, holding your tongue back from letting out the many moans threatening to spill out of you.
“Why are you quiet?” Sieun questioned you casually as if he wasn’t fucking you with his finger right now. He pulled out of you, and somehow, your aching heat missed him. “You didn’t like it?”
“No!” You raised your voice, emotions still high from the peak you were seconds away from reaching. “It’s just that- I’m never alone at home, so I always have to be quiet-”
“Well, you’re on my bed, in my room,” Sieun reasoned with you. His finger penetrated you a second time without warning, causing you to yelp at the sudden but certainly welcome intrusion. “Be as loud as you want.”
He slipped a second finger inside when you were practically drenching him, scissoring and stretching you out, making your thighs shake as he made sure to let each and every one of your moans escape from your mouth. The warm slick lubricating the spongy walls of your cunt coated his fingers, making each push and pull easier as you got wetter.
“Sieun-ah!” You wailed loudly. His hand stopped gripping your wrists to the headboard, instead choosing to hold your hand, his large hand encompassing yours as he interlocked your fingers together. You involuntarily kicked at his sheets when he reached your g-spot. Methodically, he repeated the same motion, making you climb higher and higher to your peak. “I’m going to cum!”
The familiar feeling of waves crashing over occurred when he somehow managed to press his thumb to your clit at the exact time his fingers reached your g-spot, something you have never been able to do on your own. You thanked your lucky stars that his mom was never around, because the scream you let out was embarrassingly loud and unmistakable.
You were still climbing down from your high when you felt Sieun brush your sweaty bangs back. You stifled a chuckle, pushing your upper body arm with your arms before reaching up to kiss him, before sneakily lowering your hand to unzip his trousers and cup his noticeable erection.
You weren’t sure what kind of relationship you had with your former childhood friend, but right now, you were in a state of bliss, experiencing all of your firsts together.
A couple of months passed by since you and Sieun progressed your relationship from awkward former childhood playmates to friends who play with each other in bed.
Well, it wasn’t always necessarily in bed.
There was that one time when you blew him under his desk when he didn’t pay you enough attention. Sieun repaid you when he pinned you to the desk, using his pretty lips and tongue to eat you out.
Of course, you would always remember the time you and Sieun finally did the deed.
You had just gotten your mock exam results, and lo and behold, you had gotten an A+ on your physics exam, something you thought impossible. You remembered proudly showing off to Sieun, who congratulated you with a small smile. You hung out with your friends, where Youngseo and Baku were still somehow figuring out their situationship, and you mischievously played footsie with Sieun when you were all celebrating the end of finals at a pizza place.
That culminated in a long night when you finally asked Sieun to make love to you, despite you still being ‘friends’. Somehow, you felt truly loved by him, with how he eased you into it when he finally penetrated you, and how he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you got used to him.
Even though you were at a stalemate with Sieun, both of you knew that you were no longer just friends, not with the lazy lovemaking sessions, the shared journey together to and from the cram school, or how he shared his AirPods with you every time you rode the bus.
Somehow, love had bloomed between the childhood acquaintances who used to be so envious of each other.
However, the suneung was coming up, and just like Sieun, your grades were too important for you.
“Let’s wait for our university letters,” you told him one day. He was tracing absent-minded circles on your back as you lay in bed together. “Then, we’ll go from there.”
Even though he used to make you feel insecure, somehow, you felt safe with him. You weren’t afraid to loosen the reins on your life. He always made you feel as though he would always accept you, no matter your flaws.
For the first time in a while, you and Sieun still had all of your clothes on as you sat in front of your laptops in his room, impatiently waiting for the long-awaited email to arrive.
“Where is it? It should be here by now,” You rapped your fist lightly against your mouth. “Damn it, I know I messed up on that last question, and they’re taking so long because they know it too-”
“Calm down,” Sieun rubbed your back up and down, trying to ease your nerves. “It’s a mass email, so it’s going to take a while to send to everyone.”
At that moment, both of your accounts received emails from Yonsei, each headlined with the department you applied to.
“Sieun-ah, it’s here,” You whispered before nervously tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie. “It’s here!”
“I know,” he acknowledged. “On three?”
You smiled at him, hovering your finger above the touchpad. “On three.”
You counted down, opening the email at the count of three, and gasped when you saw the first line starting with, ‘Congratulations, Miss ___, you have been accepted…’
You couldn’t help the wide grin on your face. “Sieun-ah, I got in! What about you?”
While his smile wasn’t as obvious as yours, it was obvious that he received good news as well. “Me too.”
Unable to contain your happiness anymore, you threw your arms around him. Your feet were lifted off the ground as he wrapped your arms around your waist, hugging you back earnestly. You didn’t need to explain what you felt. Sieun knew what it felt like to have years of studying finally pay off.
When he finally stopped spinning you around and set you down, you leaned up and pulled him into a kiss. Unlike the many heated kisses you shared that led to even hotter encounters, this kiss was soft, gentle, and comforting. You realised that ever since Sieun first defended you during that dinner, you readily started giving your heart, little by little, until he had it whole.
“___,” he whispered, just a breath away from your lips when you finally separated. “I really like you. I think I love you. Do you want to give us a chance?”
What else could you say other than yes?
author’s notes: Finally, I've finished writing this. I wanted to write more sm*tty parts, but it sounded so awkward and weird, so I ended up scraping it. I hope you enjoyed reading it!
“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.”
pairings : Yeon Sieun x afab!reader, Ahn Suho x gn!reader, Oh Beomseok x afab!reader, Park Humin x afab!reader, Go Hyuntak x afab!reader, Kang Wooyoung x afab!reader, Geum Seongje x afab!reader, Na Baekjin x afab!reader, Jeon Yeongbin x afab!reader
synopsis : helping your friends with stuff they're not quite good in wc: 1.9k
genre: SMUT MDNI
warnings: a LOT, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, mentions of backdoor activities, oral (m. recieving) (f. recieving), squirting, the fun stuff
a/n: the vote was a close draw — DO NOT read Suho’s if you were against anal
ᯓ YEON SIEUN
overstim / safe-word
wants to know how to tell if you've really had enough and when he has to stop
what words should he use? „Not one that can slip out accidentally and ruin the build up but no tongue tie either — something easy to remember that you usually wouldn't use in this scenario“
Your breath was shallow, coming out in pants while your legs trembled weakly with every other plunge of Sieun’s fingers that he had buried deep inside your heat.
Your nerves were alight, the flicker of unyielding pleasure travelling up your spine building fast with every brush of his pruny digits against your clit.
“Too much.”, you forced through gritted teeth, the hoarseness in your voice an indicator that you’ve been trapped underneath your friend for a while now.
Sieun’s head snapped up to look at your fucked out face. He sighed as he removed one hand from your hip to brush some soaked strands of hair off your forehead.
“You know what to say to make me stop.”, he reminded you, giving your pussy a deliberately hard thrust that had stars explode behind your eyes. Your walls clenched as he kept up the abuse against that one squishy spot.
“I don’t want you to stop yet.”, you decided then, spreading your knees further apart to give him more access.
ᯓ AHN SUHO
anal
wants to make sure he knows how to ease the pain, how to pick up if it's too much or he's going to fast
also shower sex (cause it‘s usually way too slippery)
“Are you sure you don’t wanna tell me something?”, you teased Suho with one raised eyebrow, a trait he was jealous of ever since you both were kids.
He just scoffed. “You wanna help me practice or not?”, he asked.
Reluctantly, you gave in, the mattress dipping underneath your knees as you got an all fours. At the sight of your ass in front of him, he couldn’t hold back from delivering a hard smack against the smooth skin to watch it bounce.
You cursed him out, but remained in position. At the contact of his tip against your folds, you almosted jolted up but Suho held you down with a splayed hand on your lower back, forcing you to arch.
“Yah, stop being so scared of everything.”, he scolded you but there was no bite in it hence he was too absorbed in pleasure as he gathered your slick to lube himself up.
“Okay, I trust you.”, you quipped.
Wincing, you anticipated the burn of stretch, yelping as you felt him thrust into your cunt instead.
Before you could even say something, Suho groaned in pleasure, the tightness of your walls engulfing him in a tight embrace.
"I chickened out.", he confessed then, no hint of apology in his voice as he tightened his grip on your hips.
"How is this practice then?", you panted, breath catching as he bottomed out, his pelvis now flush with your ass.
The slick sound of him sliding in and out your cunt sounded in the air, mingling with the sound of your ragged breaths.
"Set the record on how fast I can make you come. Just relax."
ᯓOH BEOMSEOK
kissing
is too hasty when he's kissing someone, there's no rythm, doesn't understand tongue
Beomseok’s lips were soft against yours, the drag agonisingly slow. You could feel him shiver underneath your touch. This was barely a kiss.
“Beomseok.”, you whispered against his lips, earning a hum in response. The ticklish sensation made you smile against him. “Lick my lower lip.”
Beomseok let out a huff in surprise automatically pulling back but you curled one hand against his neck, pulling him right back. “That’s how you ask for tongue.”, you explained to him, waiting patiently for your friend to continue.
Reluctantly, he did. He darted the tip of his tongue along the plush pink skin of your underlip, slowly parting them before deepening the kiss, his tongue now exploring the inside of your mouth.
ᯓPARK HUMIN (BAKU)
toys
was genuinely overwhelmed when a girl asked him to use a vibrator on her
also being mean during it (this would actually be so fun to write)
“Well, you can’t just shove the toy up her vagina and call it a day.”, you scolded Humin, the story he had just told you making you shake your head in disbelief.
“So help me out.”, Humin pleaded, resting his chin on your thigh. You sighed, not having expected this type of ordeal when he asked you to come over and lend him a hand.
While you weighed out your options, Humin tried to conceal his impatience. The tip of his nose sent tickles across your skin where he ran it along your inner thigh, occasionally brushing his lips along the same path.
With a yielding gasp, you fell back onto the mattress in a light thud, letting him place your feet on his shoulders.
The buzzing sound of the vibrator was the only sound bouncing off the walls of his room, sounding out even the frantic beat of your pumping heart. Where'd he even get that thing?
The first contact of the toy made you gasp, back arched as you jerked away instinctively but Baku pulled you right back with a chuckle. “Stay here.”, he mumbled as he repositioned the item back on your clothed cunt.
This time you fought the urge to shy away, biting your lip to conceal the moans that threatened to spill out your mouth.
ᯓGO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)
cock-warming cause he feels like he comes too fast when he's inside
"Teeth", "Don't move so much."
Your jaw was tense with the urge to move your mouth the slightest or at least swallow for one time in the half hour that had passed. Your eyes darted up to Gotak, his own forced on the TV screen before him, knuckles white with the grip on his controller. He didn't show any sign of discomfort.
You groaned then, the sound vibrating through Hyuntak's shaft that was still resting heavily on your tongue.
"Fuck.", he hissed through gritted teeth, curling one fist against his thigh to help himself calm down again. "Don't do that.", he warned you, but you were growing too restless to comply.
With a newly found intentness, you tossed your phone to rest on the couch next to your friend while sitting up on your knees, his shaft buried so deep in your mouth now that you could feel his tip hit the back of your throat.
You were thankful that you had trained your gag reflex off.
It didn't need much for Hyuntak to break. You curled your tongue along the slit of his tip a few times, already making him compliment you with a breathy moan but when you sucked in your cheeks to create a vacuum inside your mouth, his dick throbbed violently where your cheeks hugged him.
Hyuntak cursed as his orgasm hit him, one hand wrapped around the back of your head to keep you there, making you suck him off through his climax before pushing you away by your forehead.
"Why did you do that?", he asked, obviously pissed.
"No one needs you to hold back for half an hour. Whoever is giving you head wants you to get it together for ten minutes max before fucking.", you panted, falling back onto your hands while you tried to get over the taste of his cum.
"Can you help me with that next then?"
ᯓKANG WOOYOUNG
fingering
usually only focuses on sexual acts he get pleasure out of as well but he doesn't want to be bad at anything
When your friend asked if you could stop by his place before heading to the gym, you didn’t expect it to unfold like this.
Wooyoung had you spread on his couch, two fingers plunged into your heat while he dragged the lewdest sounds out of you with every occasional curl of his digits.
"That good?", he asked you, shit-eating grin splitting his features as he read the answer to his question off your parted lips and pleasure stained expression.
ᯓGEUM SEONGJE
eating you out
rarely ever does it
"You genuinely suck at this.", you laughed, your attention focused on the tiny device, that you had clutched in your hands, instead of your friend, who was kneeling between your raised knees.
As in response to that, Seongje's tongue delved deeper, licking into your cunt with a pierced precision while his fingers thrusted in and out of you in a bruising rhythm. The sound of your growing arousal sounded sinful, the grip on your phone turning steel as he continued to pick up his pace.
You were growing boneless underneath him and when he trailed his slick lips further up your cunt, toying with your clit, you tipped over the edge. Broken moans spilled off your lips as you felt your precipice take place. Your thighs trembled through the orgasm, back arched to chase the pressure of his mouth.
Only when your cunt stopped pulsing, Seongje pulled back, carelessly dropping the grip on your thighs, letting them fall on the mattress without the hold.
"How's that for sucking.", he ribbed, already moving to the package of cigarettes he had propped on the nightstand.
You rolled your eyes at his play of words. "You're so fucking funny.", you bit back as you pulled your panties up your legs, but Seongje only ducked his head, feigning a confused expression.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over your moans."
ᯓNA BAEKJIN
being domed
always takes control but some people don't like that so he wants to train his impulse control by letting you dom him
You were straddling his lap, elbows propped on either of his slim shoulders while your hands gripped the headrest of Baekjin's expensive looking bed. He had you pressed into his black silk duvets before asking you to take over, a light slip of his lip giving away how amusing he found the confused expression on your face.
You bounced on Baekjin‘s lap in a lazy beat, letting his erection kiss every nerve along your walls as you slid up and down his length.
Your eyes were closed, snapping open when you felt his grip strengthen and your movements falter against your will.
"Hey, I'm in charge.", you reminded him, ready to scold him for his nth attempt of regaining control.
"Don't sweat it.", he just huffed.
Your eyes were half lidded due to the pleasure, but you could still see how he had clenched his jaw, the irritiation on his face clearly visible.
„Want me to pick up the pace?“, you asked him, lips merely brushing his.
He sighed. „Yes.“
You shouldn’t have done it, but when else would you have gotten the opportunity to practice control over him?
„Say please.“, you teased, regretting your boldness the second you felt his hold tighten around your hips. In a quick motion he had you on your back, burying himself deeper inside you with a snap of his hips.
„This isn‘t working.“, he concluded.
ᯓJEON YEONGBIN
squirting
doesn't understand how it happens and what he has to do
Your limbs were already sore, basically jelly in Yeongbin’s hold, leaving you a molten mess beneath him but he was nowhere near finished, three fingers buried deep in your cunt while he tended to that dangerously sweet spot of yours.
You barely felt it coming and even if you had, you were too drunk on the pleasure to get out anything besides a moan. There was a hint of something far in your abdomen, growing heavy on your bladder.
The pressure in your stomach grew with every plunge of his digits and when he closed his lips around the hood of your clit, licking a strip up your slit before he started to suck gently, it snapped.
Your back arched off the mattress instinctively, desperate to either escape the sensation or chase the pleasure that coiled deeply in your stomach as the clear fluid gushed out your spasming hole, soaking your friend in your release as he worked you through your orgasm with a smug grin plastered on his face. “Took you long enough.”, he murmured against your folds.
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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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 ^___^
