Weak Hero Class 2 characters as your Pathetic Bfs *_*
warnings: mature language, +18 content, smut, violence, reader's a bitch with violent tendencies... SICK AND TWISTED behavior, edging, verbal abuse, physical abuse (kinda?), blood, implied fights... and I think that's all.
1. Si Eun O_O
• He likes it when you praise him for ANYTHING. He pretends not to care but deeply all he wants is recognition. So when you call him "my smart boy" while passing your fingers through his hair, it drives him mad.
• Whenever you ask him to explain you something, he'll pretend to be annoyed but he looooves to explain shit to you. He loves that you need him. It makes him feel less ridiculous about how much he needs you.
• He loves it when you praise his body. He's reserved and private but when it comes to you, his skin burns to feel your touch. When you squeeze his cheeks and sink your nails into them while telling him how much you love his pretty eyes, he melts inside.
• He calls you a freak but he also loves it when you tell him to just look at you while you sit on him. "just let me see those pretty, teary eyes baby", you say while you grab his hair and grind your hips on his tongue until you come to the sight of him.
2. Gotak
• Outside, he's this cool, chill guy who just hangs around everyone, reserved but outgoing, private but friendly and of course to the eyes of everyone, he's this brave, down for his friends persona, but inside... when he's alone in a room with you... he's fucking pathetic. Clinging to you, wanting to kiss you all the time, it's almost embarrassing.
• You're not the touchy type. You don't like kisses, hugs or things like that. You're much more cold hearted. Just a little peck here and there, so you always tell him "just one kiss", then he begs you for another one. You tell him "only if you behave" and he fucking loves it. He loves to beg for your affection...
• One day, he was craving for a kiss. You denied it to him all day. Why? just because. There were days where you just didn't feel like doing so. You were a bitch like that. You swear his lips were even dry... you almost laughed. And then, when you were both on your room, laying down together, you slowly kissed him, your lips barely touching his, and he was already whining for you. Coming closer. "more... please, pleas-" with that broken pathetic voice of his. You didn't give him more.
• But when you did... when you gave him more, it was wild. You handled him. You had him under a weird love/sex spell. You had always loved to make him suffer, so you did that all the time... suffocating him with your legs around his head, edging him, making him fuck you even when he told you he couldn't keep it together anymore, there were days where you didn't even let him cum. But he loved that... he loved you.
3. Seongje
• Everyone knows Seongje. Everyone knows about his violent tendencies, his weird behavior and his psychopathic pleasures... but nobody knew you. Nobody understood why were you dating him. You were this incredibly sweet, pretty, gorgeous girl dating this... man. Nobody understood. But he did. You did...
• You looked sweet. But that by no means implied you were sweet or innocent. You were evil. Sick and twisted. In ways not even he understood. He knew it when this one time, you were both hanging out, he had a fight, he had to throw some punches, and he didn't hold back. He kicked the shit out of three guys, burning them with his cigarette, abusing them verbally and humiliating them. When he turned to look at you, you were looking at him with a dark expression... he was confused. It was lust in your cute puppy eyes.
• That night, you told him not to clean the blood on his face or his hands. You told him to sink his fingers inside you with the blood of those guys on them. You pulled his hair to make him look at you and you licked the blood out of his face. You bit his ear, his lips, his cheeks... you were hungry, and you ate him. Not literally... but you could... some day.
• When he got violent, you got hungry. When he snapped, you laughed. When he wanted to break up with you, you never cried. You drove him crazy. Mad. And no one knew. No one knew he was your puppet.
• Another fact to your relationship with him: he was scared of you. He would never admit that, but he didn't need to. You knew. It was this one night... you were having sex with him, riding him: raw and hard. Your nails were sinking on his neck, exactly in the middle, to the point of almost cutting him. He couldn't move his head. You were bouncing on him with a devious look on your face, then you suffocated him with your free hand until he was begging you to let go and when he saw the way you smiled when he was begging... well... for his life... it fucking scared him. But it also made him came so hard inside of you, screaming and whining your name only. "You did well, puppy", you said. With the sweetest voice too. "Fucking psycho bitch", he thought...
4. Baku
• If there was a degree for "pathetic boyfriend", he would be the master of it. shamelessly too. he always asked you to take care of him, to handle him, to be in charge of him. He protected you but you conquered him.
• He didn't care about other people watching, never. he just wanted to be good for you. useful. he wanted you to need him, even if it was just as a fucking servant. he carried you everywhere. he accepted everything coming from you. your punches, your verbal abuse, your crazy snaps at him, your false accusations, he always took them and apologized for them. never in his life he dared to fight back. if you said the sky was black he would say yes.
• He loved it when you used his body. It was never a secret how toned and muscular he was. How strong his body really was, but he loved it when you made it obvious. "God, you're so strong, Baki", you said while he carried tons and tons of boxes and then you got all touchy with him. Or when he fucked you dumb, lifting you in the air with just one hand, you always praised him and he loved it.
• Before taking ANY decision, he always looked at you first. New clothes? New shoes? New haircut? What food? What song? every decision in his life was approved by you. He never went anywhere without your permission. Without your approval, he was nothing.
aghhhhhhhhhh I didn't really liked this one that much but I hope you all at least enjoyed it ://////
can i request a whc headcanons with readers watching horror with whc
whc headcanon :: watching horror movies with them ᯓ★
characters included: yeon sieun, ahn suho, kang wooyoung, go hyuntak, park humin, geum seongje, na baekjin, x reader
synopsis: watching horror movies with your boyfriend.
warnings: fluff, might be ooc
word count: 997
author's note: muamua thank you for the request!
✶ 연시은 :: yeon sieun
he only agrees to watch the horror movie because you asked. if it were up to him, he’d much rather spend the night reading or studying.
he sits next to you with that usual calm, unreadable expression, as if he’s preparing to analyze a lecture instead of a movie.
instead of getting scared, he studies the movie like it’s a puzzle.
he notices the background music change before a jumpscare happens and thought, “something’s about to happen.”
the scare happens exactly two seconds later.
he doesn’t even flinch. just blinks once.
if you get startled and grab his sleeve, he pauses for a second. you can almost see the gears turning in his head before he just lets you keep holding onto him.
he subtly lowers the volume during really tense scenes without mentioning it, mostly so you don’t get frightened by the sudden loud noises.
if you hide your face in his shoulder he’ll awkwardly say, “it’s just practical effects, make ups, and editing.”
but he doesn’t move away from you.
afterward he ends up googling why people enjoy horror movies and the psychology behind fear out of curiosity.
✶ 안수호 :: ahn suho
he’s the one who suggests watching a horror movie in the first place because he thinks it’ll be fun.
he sprawls comfortably on the couch like he’s about to watch a comedy instead of something scary.
throughout the entire movie he keeps making comments. (i bet you, he would be loud and chatty)
“why would you go into the basement? that’s literally the worst decision you could make.”
he laughs at dumb characters and rolls his eyes when they split up.
the moment you grab his arm because something scared you, his whole attitude shifts.
he stops joking for a second and glances at you.
then he casually pulls you a little closer like it’s no big deal.
when a sudden jumpscare happens he definitely flinches.
immediately pretends he didn’t.
“that wasn’t even scary.”
if the movie ends up being too intense for you, he’ll sigh dramatically and switch it to something lighter.
✶ 강우영 :: kang wooyoung
the type to loudly claim horror movies are stupid and not scary at all.
“it’s just fake blood and bad acting.”
he leans back with his arms on the couch and looks like he’s challenging the movie to scare him.
the first loud jumpscare makes his shoulders twitch slightly — that you noticed.
“i didn’t move," he defensively said,
he starts teasing you if you react to anything scary, calling you dramatic or overly sensitive.
but if you cling to his arm or hide behind him he suddenly gets smug.
he sits up straighter like he’s now the official protector.
starts insulting the ghost or monster on screen like it can hear him.
“come out then. let’s see what you’ve got.”
might prank you before or during bedtime.
✶ 고현탁 :: go hyuntak
gets way too invested in the movie.
from the first ten minutes he’s already yelling at the characters.
“don’t open the door! are you stupid?!”
he leans forward like he’s personally involved in the situation.
when a jumpscare happens he jerks back slightly.
immediately gets annoyed afterward.
“that’s a cheap scare.”
if you scream suddenly he panics for a second because he thinks something actually happened.
then he awkwardly asks if you’re okay.
afterward he insists he wasn’t scared at all.
but later when walking down a dark hallway he definitely checks behind him.
✶ 박후민 :: park humin
turns the whole thing into a proper movie night.
snacks, drinks, comfortable blankets, everything.
he’s actually excited because he thinks horror movies are fun to watch with other people.
when you get scared he immediately reassures you.
“it’s okay, it’s okay. it’s just a movie.”
he’ll let you hide behind his shoulder or grab onto him during intense scenes.
when a sudden jumpscare and scream happens in the movie, he screams as well — even higher than yours.
then laughs at himself afterward.
if you’re genuinely scared he’s the first one to suggest changing the movie to something lighter.
your comfort matters more than finishing the film. (that was an excuse, he was genuinely scared and wanted to act tough.)
in the end, you watched slam dunk instead.
✶ 금성제 :: geum seongje
watches horror movies purely for entertainment.
he sits there with a lazy posture, chin resting on his hand, eyes fixed on the screen.
when the movie shows something gruesome he actually smiles — which is slightly (?) concerning.
he doesn’t react to jumpscares at all. instead, he watches your reaction.
if you flinch or hide your face he tilts his head with curiosity.
“that scared you?”
teases you a lot because of it.
sometimes he pauses the movie at the creepiest possible frame just to mess with you.
just like wooyoung, might prank you before or during bed time.
✶ 나백진 :: na baekjin
good luck convincing this one. he would definitely reject your movie invitation.
but, let's say you managed to convince him:
he normally doesn’t bother with movies, but if you ask him he’ll sit down and watch one with you.
the entire time he remains completely calm and silent.
his eyes stay on the screen, analyzing the plot like it’s some sort of strategic scenario.
It had been a particularly long and exhausting day for Su-ho, with extra delivery runs. Even though his eyes were tired and his face showed his lack of relaxation, he always brightened up when he saw you. You never failed to make his day better.
You're in his bedroom, nestled in his bed, and the soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you scrolled through some posts. The gentle click of the entrance door broke the silence, and you looked up to see Su-ho enter the house, crossing the threshold to arrive inside his room.
"Uh, hello to you too," you replied with an unimpressed tone when he knelt down on the bed and immediately engulfed you by his warmed, strong arms.
This was a now regular occurrence, so it never surprised you when Su-ho wrapped you up in his toned arms. You didn’t mind—if anything, you loved the feeling. For all his strength, he was also surprisingly soft and squishy.
"Baby, I missed you..." he mumbled, climbing on the bed as he buried his head on your neck, the dark strands of his hair brushing aganist your skin. At this point, he was practically on top of you.
"Ya, you just came back from outside, go wash up!" you chided, smiling. "And you're crushing me. Get off."
Su-ho lets out a chuckle, the sound velvety against his throat—it was almost like listening to the music of crystal crashing waves in the beach as the waters swirled to the shores, pearly white foam frothing the sea in its popping, glinting bubbles, light reflecting off it when it resembles a rainbow. You loved the sound of his voice.
You watched him finally concede when you pushed him, sliding off the bed before heading to the bathroom. He showered and traded his old clothes for fresh ones.
Soon, he's back inside his bedroom. except you were busy doing taking care of your hair in the mirror. You caught his reflection as his arms wrapped around you from behind, his calloused, warm hands rubbing your hips and tummy.
He just couldn't get get his hands off you; Su-ho adored the feeling of your skin beneath the pads of his fingerstips. It was an instinctive, deep-rooting sensation. You gave a small smile—his presence was always comfortingly invasive. Su-ho never knew anything about personal space.
"Su-ho, are you hungry? Did you eat eat?" you asked, finishing the task on applying the hair products before you turned around to face him again.
This time he wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face on your hair. "No, I'm kind of starving though." He pulls back his head so you can view his face as his bottom lip pushes out to a pout, causing you to laugh lightly you speak.
“Ok. Do you wanna order out or do you want me to cook—"
"Hush."
You rolled your eyes. "Okay just say you hate me I guess."
Su-ho sighed and grabs your arms, making him wrap around his wide back. "Let me do this first, please..."
"Fine, idiot, just don't complain about how you would be starving even more later," you say, pretending to be reluctant, though you were enjoying it just as much.
He smiled, kissed your cheek, and pulled you with him as he sat on the bed, settling you onto his lap. Leaning back against him, you looked up to find him watching you with evident adoration.
Su-ho loved you and loved expressing his affection for you.
This is my first post lol so it might not be the best.
Can you please do one where it describes week hero characters as older brothers
Like your brothers!
Author's note: I could have done better. I really enjoyed writing this; maybe I'll fix it later and change a few things.
⤷Contains:* Siblings, slice of life, mild drama, overprotectiveness, chaotic cohabitation, light humor, emotional tension, unspoken affection
⤷Pairing:* None (focus on family and sibling bonds)
⤷Word count:* ~3,800 words
⤷Warning:* Mild language, mentions of fights, minor injuries, overprotectiveness, emotional intensity, sibling jealousy
Yeon Si-eun:
You arrive home with the exam folded inside your notebook. You try to walk past her, but Si-eun has already seen it on your face.
"How did it go?" she asks without looking up from her book.
You hand it to her; she looks at it and sighs. It's not an annoyed sigh. It's a tired one. A gentle disappointment.
That gesture.
She doesn't yell at you. She doesn't lecture you. She simply hands the paper back and looks at you as if she's… disappointed, but confident that you can do better. And that hurts the most.
"You'll retake it," she says calmly. "This time, with me."
You feel like apologizing.
Finally, she sighs.
It's not an annoyed sigh. It's a tired one. A gentle disappointment.
She hands the paper back without saying anything for a few seconds. Then she looks at you. There's no anger. No reproach. Just a silent expectation that weighs like a stone on your chest.
“You can do better,” he finally says. “You know it.”
That hurts more than any shouting. Because you know he’s right. Because you know he trusts you. Because he doesn’t treat you like you’re incapable—he knows you’re not.
“We’ll go over it tomorrow,” he adds, taking a sip of his mug. “It won’t happen again.”
It’s not an order. It’s a fact.
Ahn Suho
You're sitting across from your plate. The food is hot, it smells good… but you're not hungry. You're fiddling with your fork, not eating a thing.
Suho bursts in like a whirlwind of energy.
"What is this?" he says, eyeing the plate. "Some kind of modern art installation?"
"I'm not hungry."
He freezes.
He looks at you with a mixture of horror and exaggerated drama.
"That's not a real sentence. That doesn't exist."
He sits down across from you, rests his chin on the table, and observes you as if you were some kind of mysterious phenomenon.
"Does something hurt? Are you sick? Have they replaced you with a Boring version of yourself?"
You try not to laugh.
"I'm just not hungry, silly."
He gently pokes your cheek.
"Look at those cheeks. They need energy to stay cute."
He teases her, makes absurd comments, tells her a ridiculous story about a supposed food contest that he clearly makes up on the spot… but little by little you realize he's not leaving. He's staying right there.
After a while, seeing that Nciki still hasn't eaten anything, he approaches her later with a glass of water and some cut fruit.
"Even just a little," he says more quietly. "I don't want you to skip meals."
His voice is no longer joking. It's gentle.
Then he smiles again as if nothing happened.
"If you don't eat, I'll eat your dessert. And you'll cry."
Gotak /Go Hyun-tak
Ever since he saw you talking to someone he really disliked, or maybe didn't even know!, Gotak has been unbearable.
He slams the door harder than usual. He sighs heavily. He glances at you sideways as if he's solving an international crime.
"So… you have new friends now."
"Don't start."
"I'm just saying," he crosses his arms. "I don't like that guy."
"You don't know him."
"My instincts never fail me."
He comes closer and ruffles your hair without permission, messing it up.
"Hey, stop it."
"That way no one's going to steal from you," he says very seriously, as if that makes sense.
He puts an arm around you, almost crushing you against his side.
"Besides, you have me. Why do you need more weirdos?"
" He teases you, pokes your forehead, lifts you lightly off the ground as if you were weightless, just to annoy you… but then, without you asking, he places a blanket over you, brings you something warm to drink, and stays close, watching over you.
"I just want you to be careful," he murmurs, a little more serious.
Jealous, protective, clumsy, absurdly sweet. A bear with a bodyguard complex!
Baku / humin
You open the refrigerator. Empty. Absolutely empty.
"Did you eat it all?" you demand from the kitchen.
"I just eat well," he replies calmly from the sofa.
"That's not 'eating well,' that's organized looting."
You exchange glances. You complain. He feigns dignity. You say he always leaves the house without food, that he only thinks about his stomach, that one day you'll survive on air.
"You're exaggerating," he says.
"Of course, because you never go hungry."
The next day you get home… and the table looks like a banquet. Your favorite food.
You stare at him, surprised.
"It didn't take all that…"
"Yes, it did."
He affectionately ruffles your hair.
"You need to eat well. You're too thin."
"That's not true."
"Let me believe it." I like taking care of you.
He smiles proudly, as if he's won an epic battle against world hunger.
Seongjee
He arrives with a bruise on his arm and a cut on his face.
"What happened to you?!" you ask, looking at him.
"Nothing. I'm fine."
"That's not 'nothing.'"
You ignore him and he sits down to play video games.
"Noonna," he says jokingly, "you worry too much."
Even so, you start healing him. You're focused, gentle… until he pulls your hand away, still looking at the screen.
"That's enough."
"You're an idiot! Then heal yourself!" you say, going to your room angrily.
Seongjee continues playing, but he takes the small heart-shaped mirror you had brought. He looks at himself and finishes healing in silence.
Later, he comes to your room with the mirror as an excuse. He finds you on your phone.
"What are you doing?"
He takes the phone from you.
"Give it back!"
Check the screen.
"You don't talk to anyone."
"And why would I? Every time I make friends, you scare them away."
He hands you back your phone with a shrug.
"I'm just looking out for you," Seongje replies.
"Looking out for you? By hitting my friends, Seongje?" you ask, looking at him.
Seongje shrugs.
Baek Jin —
Baek Jin doesn't ask how you are or anything like that; he already knows.
He knows by the way you put down your backpack, by how long it takes you to take off your coat, by whether your steps sound light or tired. He reads people like others read the weather. You're no exception.
One afternoon, he calls you to his room.
"Sit down."
The word isn't harsh, but it's not kind either. It's precise. You obey almost without thinking.
On the table are your open notebooks, your exams neatly arranged, your notes underlined with unsettling meticulousness. He's already looked through everything without asking permission.
"Your grades have dropped," he says. "Not because you're stupid, but because you're using the wrong method."
He looks up at you. His eyes are calm, calculating.
“When you let fatigue control your attention, you make simple mistakes. That’s unacceptable.”
It doesn’t sound like a scolding. It sounds like a diagnosis.
He explains exactly where you’re failing, how to organize yourself better, how much time to dedicate to each subject. His mind works like a chessboard where everything has a function.
“I’ll help you correct it,” he continues. “Two hours a day. No excuses.”
“And if I don’t improve?”
A short pause.
“Then you’ll go to tutoring. I won’t pay for favors or shortcuts. I don’t want you to depend on that.”
Although he could. He has the resources. The connections. The ability to buy quick fixes. But not with you. With you, he wants you to be strong, capable, independent.
Outside the home, no one knows you’re siblings.
He makes sure to maintain that distance. You don’t walk together in public. You don’t exchange obvious messages. There are no shared photos. It’s not coldness: it’s strategy.
The world around Baek Jin isn't kind. And you're his weak point.
Once someone in your circle starts asking too many questions—a nosy classmate, a persistent stare, an inappropriate comment—that person changes schools. Two days later, no one knows why.
You don't ask. You've learned that some things Baek Jin handles without explanation.
Sometimes it seems like he doesn't care about you. He doesn't hug you when you're sad, doesn't say nice things, doesn't congratulate you enthusiastically.
But if you're late or don't answer your phone, he's already set half the world in motion to find you.
blackmailing, somnophilia, nsfw/smut, mentions of self-harm/suicide, and slurs.
S – You and Seong-je have been “ friends ” ever since Kindergarten, thanks to his parents and yours being close. The past few years you've been disturbed about the issues about him beating up students from another school, skipping classes, and even heard that those he killed, ended up being sacrificed.
Y/N — Yeon Eun-Heesoo
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You woke up on your bed, still unconscious. You were blankly staring at the wall for no reason at all, you felt empty. You felt..bare and blank. You couldn't understand what was happening to you. You swore that it was all a dream, right? That's what you assumed.
You just kept on staring at the wall, trying to remember but it's just forming blank in your brain. You're free to move and speak, but you somehow felt caged. A few minutes has passed, you snapped out of it. You felt awake, but still, your head hurts. You don't even understand why. "My head..hurts badly." You mumbled quietly.
You got up and went to the living room, surprisingly Seong-je is not here. You swore that you remembered something, you drank what he gave you but you couldn't remember the rest. Did you black out? Or did you just dream?
So you went to grab a bowl, pour cereal and milk. You turned on the TV and changed the channel. While you were watching the news, it started to rain. "Gosh finally, it started to rain. Something good has happened." You said to yourself.
While you were eating cereal, the TV turned off for no reason. I mean, what the hell did even happen? So, you just ignored it. And went with whatever the hell was going to happen the rest of the day. You couldn't understand if you were going insane or what, but you couldn't remember what happened earlier. Your mind is all blank, you can't remember anything clearly, but you could atleast recall that Seong-je gave you something before you woke up. Did I even wake up? Or was I given something to sleep and wake up? You kept on overthinking.
You went to the bathroom to shower, and do your skincare. After that, you just sat on your couch like nothing. You remembered your parents, so you grabbed your phone to text them.
Mom ❤️.
"Hey mom and dad, how are you guys?" You sent a text to her, you're not expecting an immediate answer but you received one after just 4 minutes. Maybe it was their free time? "Hi lovely, we're feeling alright. Stay safe there! 💖"
Lovely? My mom doesn't call me that. Neither does my dad. You felt confused now, you clearly know your mom wouldn't call you that or maybe they just picked that up somewhere else in that trip. But deadass, you know they wouldn't call you this in just immediate. Still, you shrugged it off. Maybe they're just needing to express their love?
You waited for a few hours for Seong-je to come back. While waiting, you were watching Megan is Missing. You were really up to watching these kinds of movies for now. After finishing the movie, you felt a bit traumatized. You couldn't understand how you even finished that, maybe you just had the patience.
You did everything so you wouldn't feel bored or be in a boredom kind of state. Still, even after trying to put yourself away from it, you felt bored and empty. You don't know why, but your legs started to hurt a bit. You could handle the pain though, but it was unexplainable that it hurted out of nowhere. "Cramps?" You thought to yourself, maybe it is.
After an hour, you fell asleep on your couch, with the blanket wrapped around you like a burrito. Sudenly, Seong-je opened the door with the key. He saw you laying down there, and even while asleep, you know to yourself you could still hear. Just unconscious about everything.
"Cute." He said, lowering down, looking at your sleepy state. You could feel his hands on your hair, brushing them softly. But you somehow couldn't wake up, you could feel it, you could hear his voice, it's just that you struggled to wake up. It was reality, but you were trapped in somewhere.
You felt his hand moving away, his presence moving away. And that's when you have fully fallen asleep. You wanted to wake up, your brain did want to wake up. But somehow, you just couldn't get to do so.
Then, you heard Seong-je's voice. He was on call with someone, his friend? You thought that maybe it was a friend he's calling. You heard their conversation, but you couldn't wake up.
"Hey, I'll be there in a few minutes." Seong-je said. "If I get arrested because of this shit, I'll kill you. I've already drugged the girl and cut her tongue off. You better get your ass over." You heard Seong-je laugh. What the fuck? Were you dreaming about this? You hoped so.
Before he left the room, he said something to you while you were sleeping. "Night, sweetie. Can't wait for you to be the next." He said and you heard it. You fucking heard it, you? Next? You're fucked up. And then, you heard the door click open and close. Signifying that he has already left. You were still traumatized.
You tried your best to wake up, but you could only hear. You couldn't open your eyes so you tried to calm yourself down. And let yourself fall asleep. It took you a few tries because you were failing miserably.
A few hours has passed, you woke up all of the sudden. It was 1:04 AM. You slowly got up and opened the fridge. Getting a bottle of water to chug down your dry throat. Then suddenly, you thought of the call. "I hope it's just a dream. Please." You said, you were praying that it was.
After drinking the water, you heard the door swinging open and shut. It was Seong-je. He took off his shoes and put his jacket away. "Still awake, huh?"
"Uhm.. yeah." You gave him slightly a look because you don't know if he actually helped someone murder a girl. The best you could do was literally wait for your parents. You just needed to wait. Right?
He then sat on the couch, grabbing his phone from his pocket. And you saw that he's typing, he must be texting someone. Well, yeah he is.
You told him that you're going somewhere else, grabbing your jacket because you were only wearing shorts and a tank top. "Hey, I'll just go somewhere else." Then, you heard him stop typing. You paused for a second. And he turned at you.
"Where, exactly?" He asked and it felt creepy as hell. Even when I had to go somewhere? "Just at 7/11.." You replied at him. "Then I'll come."
"What?" You mumbled, but luckily he didn't hear it. Why would he need to come with you? You thought that he was busy but now, he wants to come? You felt like something was definitely off.
"Okay, fine." You said to him, he then grabbed his jacket and put on his shoes. As you both were walking outside, a light suddenly went off and you slightly got scared. Meanwhile, he's still on his phone. Smoking his last stick of cigarette. He always smokes, and you didn't want to know why he does.
As you both entered 7/11, you grabbed Honey Butter and Slurpee, you honestly didn't want to leave Seong-je out so you bought two each. You paid at the counter and you went near him.
"Here.." You slowly slide the chips and drink, in the most awkward way. He let out a chuckle. "Oh wow, for me? Didn't know you were this nice." He said to you but you just gave him the biggest side eye. You continued to eat your chips and drink, then you felt your phone ringing a notification. You opened it and it was from your bestfriend, asking for you to go to her house because she's feeling scared.
Before telling it to Seong-je, you finished your food. You stayed silent and he did the same. After you finished, you spoke. "I'll be going somewhere else, my friend needs me. You can go home by yourself, I don't..need you to follow me." You said to him, and he glanced at you. He didn't react that much but he looked...disappointed.
Then, he stood up. "Hey, I'm not letting you go unless you tell your parents. I don't want it to be my fault if you ever got lost." He said to you, and you just gave him an eyeroll. You felt like slowly losing it. So, for one last time, you told him that you'll go with him back home and that's where you'll contact your parents, since you also need some stuffs if you go to your friends house.
While you both were walking, he asked you something. "Eun-soo, what do you feel about somebody if they're your bestfriend or the person you love?" You didn't know what to answer, but you were just walking in silence so you decided to answer.
"Uhm...I feel safe with them. It's like I can act like my true self without having to feel judged." You said to him, trying not to break the awkwardness. Then, you saw him smile. Maybe it was even a smirk.
You both entered your parents apartment, then, you grabbed some stuffs. Your bag. You grabbed your phone to text your parents, and you noticed that they're online. So you thought it was a good thing.
"Hey, mom and dad. I'll be staying at Seo-woon's place tonight." You texted them, you waited for a few minutes until you heard a notification.
"I'm sorry, but your dad doesn't allow because he's worrying about what will happen to you. Stay safe Hun. ❤️" Your mom replied, you felt frustrated. But, you thought of just lying to Seong-je.
You got out of the room, and as you were about to grab your bag, he asked you. "So, what did they say?" He was giving that creepy vibes, you hated it. "None of your business." You said to him, and as you were about to go out, he felt him grab your wrist.
"I asked you. Did your parents agree, or no?" Now that he did and said that, you felt scared. You felt like you couldn't move. So you just had to be honest. "No.." You said. Then, he let go. "It's that simple. You didn't have to make it hard. So you're staying here." He looked at you like he was hungry for something, you were creeped the hell out.
Why did he even care? You weren't somebody to control so you talked back at him. "Why do you always have to care when I go somewhere else." You whispered, and he heard it. He looked down and at you, while you dropped your bag down. He just stood there, when you walked passed him. He grabbed your shoulders tightly, and pushed you against the wall. The other hand going to your throat, choking you. You couldn't stop him because his grip was so strong.
"And why the fuck do you always have to be stubborn, huh? I do this for your own safety and guess what? You fuck all of this shit up as always. I've always hated your ridiculous shit, and now you're like this? You want to know the truth, huh?" He said to you, clearlty gripping much more tightly so you can't breathe. You tried to kick him, but nothing worked. You felt like passing out.
"Still trying? Eun-soo, I'm doing all this shit for the both of us. You think everything like this is funny? A joke to you? Like everything is just bullshit?" He sighed then laughed at you. "God, fuck this. Eun-soo, you don't get how much I fucking crave for you every second. You don't know how it feels being like that, it's like a painful torture that you can't get someone you want."
"I fucking love you so much, Eun-soo. That I do all of this shit just for you. I entered a cult just for you so I can get you closer to me, but none of that worked. I want you badly, please. Just..behave." He said, but he didn't loosen his grip. You tried not to tear up but you were. And he giggled at how scared you are right now. Then, he dropped of his kindness act.
As his grip got tighter, you passed out. And he was satisfied. You were scared and confused of what was happening. You were questioning everything, on why you trusted him. You felt him carrying you somewhere else, outside. You were still conscious but you couldn't move or speak, only your eyes remained. Then, you noticed that you were both entering his apartment. That's where he dropped you.
He dragged your body somewhere far, maybe his basement. He laid your body down and suddenly, you felt a needle against your skin. That's when you fell asleep, you were knocked down by him.
A few hours has passed, you woke up tied to a chair. You felt uncomfortable and your wrists felt sore. The rope was strong, you couldn't do anything to remove it. You tried to shout for help but soon realized that the room is sound-proof.
You were holding your cries, you didn't know what to do. You're afraid of everything that's going to happen. Suddenly, the door opened. It was Seong-je. He was smiling the whole time walking towards you. "So... what do you think?" He crouched down, looking at your eyes tearing up.
"Let me go, you shithead!" You yelled at him, struggling to move because of the ropes around you. He giggled at how stupid you looked right infront of him, he stood up and grabbed your face aggressively. "You don't know how much you've done to me." He spoke, then aggressively letting go of your face.
He grabbed a knife, then reached it near your legs. "No, no, no! Fuck you let go of me!" You tried to squirm against the ropes, again, it wouldn't work. He slowly carved his name on your thighs, making you whimper and wince in pain. "Fuck, I said let go!" You tried to yell one more time and he stopped to look at you. "You want me to carve your tongue out next? Shut the fuck up." He said.
You chose to stay silent, even if it was wrong. It was wrong to do so and you felt even stupid for staying silent. Then, he broke the silence. "Hey, you want a storytime?" He gave you a look, a horrifying one. Even though he was smiling at you, it felt uncomfortable. You just nodded, because even denying would cost you something.
"You know, your parents hid something from you but never me, they're lovely aren't they? I admired them, until I did the same thing to them. Eun-soo, what do you think happened to my parents and why they haven't been showing up for years, excusing they were busy from work, huh?" He smiled at you, and he was waiting for an answer. "Answer."
"I-I don't know.." You said, looking away. "Oh well, of course. You don't fucking know."
"Well it would be better if I let you know about it, right? Your parents were so jealous of mine..the company my parents used to have? They didn't lend them to your parents, they both stole it. Your parents are such a fucking hypocrite, aren't they?"
"Well, to steal my parent's company. They had two options, to exchange or murder them. Obviously they chose the easy way, to murder my parents. They hid that from you, all of that shit. You didn't become rich easily, I was supposed to be the one. When I found out, they hid it from you but never me. It's fantastic and you're wondering why I have been ignoring you for years." He said, his tone becoming aggressive.
"I didn't know, okay! I-I didn't even-"
"Of course you don't fucking know! Eun-soo, you're so shitty. I fucking hate you so bad I've been planning for stuffs like this." He cut you off and yelled at you. You felt horrible for him, you didn't know but you couldn't defend yourself.
"So in order to satisfy myself, I killed your parents in exchange. Isn't that lovely?" He smiled again at you, but you didn't react. You were tearing up but you don't know why you're not mentally reacting. It was like something is blocking your mind. "Now, we're the same." He said.
You froze, you didn't dare to move. Tears were falling down from your eyes but you were unable to move, neither could you express something. He laughed at your state, he felt satisfied, too satisfied. "Cat got your tongue?" He laughed. "You're too stupid to fall for those messages."
He stood up and left you alone, that's when you dropped your act. You cried your heart out, you were sobbing due to the stress. Did your parents really even do this? Or was he doing this just to scare you? You felt confused, really. You felt dizzy due to overthinking too much, you didn't want to rest but since the room is dark, you closed your eyes. Preparing for another torture.
"Boo!" Seong-je yelled at your face, you flinched because he woke you up. "Hey, wake up. It's night time." He said to you, grabbing your face. Your eyes were red due to crying, he liked that. "Since I'm feeling nice today..why don't I bring you upstairs? You like that?" You didn't answer him, and that disappointed him. He untied your legs and wrists and grabbed your wrist while going upstairs.
While you were both going upstairs, he "accidentally" pushed you. You whined in pain, because your knees hurt so much. "Get up." He looked at your desperate position, he was getting what he wanted. You stayed on the ground for a few seconds and got up. You didn't want to suffer like this.
He dragged you to the living room, and got his phone. Pushed you once again to the couch and grabbed his phone to picture you at your worst. "Fuck, you're really giving in to what I want, huh?" He grabbed your hair, you couldn't react or speak anymore because clearly, he had control. Which you hated the most.
An hour has passed, you were sitting on the couch and he's just texting someone. Suddenly, he stood up. "I'll go somewhere else, don't you dare fucking leave." He remarked at you, grabbing his jacket and locking the door. After he left, you noticed that the light bulb was looking somehow weird. You noticed that it was kind of rotating, then you found out it was a camera in disguise.
"This fucking Seong-je..." You spoke, but you still couldn't shake the thoughts off your head, your parents couldn't be dead, no. They might be somehow alive. Well, you assumed for the best. You didn't want to go insane, right? Not now, Eun-soo. Not now. Hours has passed, Seong-je isn't home. You didn't try to escape because cameras were around you, so you just decided to try and think of plans to get you out of your boredom.
Still, Seong-je isn't home. So you just decided to spectate around his apartment. Well, it's the same as yours because he just lives near you, around 7 apartment rooms near. It was just all entirely designed the same so you didn't except for something big. You were walking until you saw a door that had a strange mark on it's handle. You were about to open it but you were afraid Seong-je is watching you.
You were still curious of it so you did try to but only peeked. It was dark, but it smelt like blood. So you just closed the door and moved away, suddenly you were hearing footsteps near the front door. You were hearing a voice of a girl, wondering who it was. Then, you heard the door open. You decided to hide because you heard Seong-je, but even far away, you could smell the reek of cigarettes and alcohol. Did he go to a bar?
You hid into his laundry room quickl and quiet, you were still peeking through the peephole. The girl looks drunk..as hell. Except for Seong-je, you listened to their conversation.
"Baby, I can't believe that you're so sweet..I love you so much!" The girl hugged him, giving him a kiss on his right cheek. Seong-je looked like he was just pretending to be happy, then he noticed that you were gone. His eyes checked all around and noticed that the laundry room's door was a bit open. He knew you were there, just hiding.
"I love you more.. let's go to my room." You heard him spoke. He had a girlfriend this whole time or he just picked up that girl from a club. You still could hear their conversation because the walls were thin. You knew this because usual apartment walls here are thin. "There, take off my clothes..fuck, you're so damn hot." The girl spoke at him, you could hear his laughs but you didn't hear him say a word. The best thing you could do was cover your ears, so you did.
While covering your ears, you just decided to sleep. You hugged your legs and prayed for whatever's the best that fate would encounter you for, then you fell asleep without even noticing. It was a long day even doing nothing at all.
The house filled with silence except for the girl's voice and moans. Even while asleep, you could hear her voice. But that voice disappeared and was filled with silence. You woke up from a muffled scream, you decided to check it out.
You opened the door and walked silently towards his room, you could hear muffled screams and the girl begging for mercy. You didn't want to check but your mind and body was telling you, so you opened the door at the tiniest bit to see what was happening. Your hands were shaking to the situation right now. Seong-je was stabbing the girl while strangling her. The blood was on the sheets, you didn't dare to move but then, he stopped. And looked at the door.
He saw you peeking and it was obvious, he smirked. "Hey, come out." He directly meant that it was you. Well shit, he knew. "I said come out or I'll drag you here." His words were sharp, so you slowly opened the door. He smiled at his work, once again, he felt proud. "Like this, huh?" He stared at you for a few seconds before laughing. Then, he stabbed her for the one last time. Dislocating her head. "I don't like doing this, maybe you should do it?" He spoke, you felt scared.
You tried to shake your head to signify a no, but he won't take that as an answer. "No? Okay." He stood up and grabbed your wrists, dragging you to the bed infront of the girl. He pushed you right infront of her, you felt his presence behind. His hands guiding yours to the knife so he could help you stab her. "Seong-je, please.. don't." You begged, you tried your best to but he didn't listen.
"My parents begged like that but your parents didn't spare mercy..it would be fair if I gave the same treatment, right? It would be unfair if I did the opposite." He whispered, laughing a bit then his chin resting on your shoulders. "Go on, do it?" His voice was destroying you so clearly. You didn't want to do it. "Do it." Once again, he warned you. So, you just did.
You were still afraid of him, you stabbed the girl for one time and you were tearing up. He heard you sobbing and he told you to stop. Then, he grabbed your face, making you look at him. "Fucking hell, just look at me you bastard. I'm doing this because of you." You were confused about what he said, but you couldn't process it yourself. "You don't get it, don't you? Right." He sighed as he let go of your face. You dropped the knife as your eyes were getting teary.
You did what he said. You went out of the room but not the house. You just went and sat on the couch and you were sobbing quietly there. "What did I do to deserve this.." you whispered to yourself. The whole night, you cried yourself to sleep. You couldn't stop sobbing at all, you felt stressed and everything.
You woke up the next day, the room being weirdly clean. Like clean as hell, it didn't look like yesterday. You noticed that you were laying on something. Oh, hell. Your head was laying on Seong-je's lap. So you sat up quickly. "What...what the hell!" You yelled at him, he just gave you a sigh and laughed at his actions. "Surprised? You were the one that laid on my lap. Conscious about it?" You were confused, you? Seriously? Laying on his lap? Things were escalating too fast. You couldn't understand why.
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Omg..hey y'all! I'm so sorry this took long but literally my dumbass forgot to save the first version of this and I sadly couldn't save it 💔 Please guys I'm so sorry that this took so long, I lowk felt so sad during making this because I felt so guilty, supposedly this would be released 3 days ago but I lost motivation because I was overthinking all of ts, even so, I'm going to motivate myself to do pt. 3 without forgetting to save my draft. Ty guys for having the patience to keep up with my ahh 😭😭 I'll work hard for pt. 3 <3
Who could have thought this twisted man had a thing for girls? Seong Je never found interest in them. Never once. He always thought all the women looked the same in South Korea. Until his eyes saw yours. Brown messy hair, brown deep eyes, freckles, and actually ACNE.
So, one day as he was in the arcade, he saw you walking in. As you paid for your daily hour, you took a seat in your chair and got to play. As he sat beside you, he was casually looking at your body. Thick, with tits, and actually some meat.
-So, who are you, doll? - He asked, that croaked smiles of his.
-__. - You said, still looking at the screen. Deep into that game you wanted to win, you were damn competitive. - Please don't talk to me now. -
A laugh left Seong Je's throat. Deep. Mainly.
-Never, doll. - He said, his eyes staring at yours like his life depend on it.
You actually knew Seong Je. Okay, maybe he was your most polemic "Hear me out". You knew how twisted, how many people he kicked their ass for Baek Jin's orders. But he still had some humanity in him. Deep, deep in his soul.
-Instead of being such a Lapdog for Baek Jin. Did he ever pay you back for everything you did for him? - You tease. Knowing that was exactly what burned him the most. Being the lapdog of Baek Jin.
-Oh, you didn't say that, you bitch. - Seong Je got up, but you stopped him. - Being such a weak little girl, huh? - You push him off, and continue playing.
Despite this first meeting, Seong Je couldn't erase that memory of you. How sassy. How bitchy, and how gorgeous you were. He liked how you turn him on that much.
One day, as he was out, he saw you. As he walk behind you, you said, cigarrete in hand.
-I saw you. - The cigarette was getting shorter because of the puffs you gave it.
-Ah, such a killjoy, my love. - He whispers in that sluty tone of his.
-Leave me alone. - You said, mad. You turn to him. He laughs. - Wtf are you laughing at, clown? I said, Leave me ALONE. - Instead, he pulls you against the wall. His big hand is holding your throat.
-Now, now. Deny how much I turn you on. - Seong Je said, slowly. Torturing you on purpose. - Deny it on my face, doll. - His lips close to yours.
You couldn't keep up because of the heat inside you. As he kisses you aggressively, he pulls you close by the waist. His touch growing possessive, provoking. As his hand went down, you whimper. He let out a chuckle.
-Shut up. - You hit the back of his head, and he acted annoyed. I do not like this. - It was more to convince you than anything.
-You sure of that, doll? Your body says otherwise. - He whispers. His hand goes under your shirt, touching your bra. He could lift you so easily. He got to your nipple, slowly touching it. You two were still out. It was risky. - I love how soft your body is. - His eyes stared at you like a work of art.
As his hands got down to the elastic of your sweatpants, you could swear he loved being caught in public. His hands caress your hips. Slowly. Like you were divine.
-Now, doll. Behave. - He whispers and slowly lets his hand touch your clit. You hold on to your life like it depends on it. - You're so wet for me, my love. - His finger moved over it, and he inserted his finger into your pussy. - Oh, you feel perfect. - You could see some vulnerability behind that. His eyes.
He continued to tease you for a while, and he let his entrance rub against your pussy. As he entered, he swore he was in heaven. He growls lowly as your hands were on his naked back.
-Oh, fuck. - You whisper, holding on to him.
-Is it okay? - Seong Je asks. Actually vulnerable. You nod. As he enters, you hold on to him as your legs wrap around his waist. He thumped into you just right.
His dick wasn't long. But it was so thick. He thumps as he moves his hand on your chest. His hand is holding your boob as he bites your neck. Love bites.
Not so many minutes after, he ends up right on your abdomen. He cleans it out and throws the paper to a trash can. He hold your hand.
-Let's get you cleaned up. - He said, scooping you into his arms, seeing how much you struggle to walk straight. - I know i might have been a bit rough... Uh.. sorry. - He whispers.
Part 2?
Hey! Sorry I didn't post for sooo long. Hope you guys like this. I will start posting about WHC too! Hope you like this new series!
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 [Hong Kyung Love Story] Pt.2
Pt.1 ||
He's been your best friend since you were children and now you're all grown up and so debilitatingly single; maybe a familiar touch is all you need...
Chapter Warning!: SMUT!
A/N: *Def inspired by similar movies to Friends w/ Benefits + No Strings Attached + also that fluffer episode in New Girl
Recap: "You swear this won't change anything...?" He asks. "Nope. Best friends now, best friends after," You swear, holding up your right hand. The pen touches the paper and his signature is now on the line next to yours. For a moment, there's silence; the both of you standing at the island in the middle of your kitchen, staring at the homemade contract with your names on it. Then, slowly, you both raise your eyes to look at one another.
"Is this...stupid?" He asks you.
You shake your head, grabbing the paper and folding it up,
"Nah, this is the best idea we've had in years."
You promptly turn to the kitchen sink window and put the paper in a little decorative box you keep on the windowsill;
of course, when you'd first gotten it at the thrift store a year ago, you'd never have thought it would be the perfect place for a friends-with-benefits sex contract with Kyung.
Funny how life turns out, huh?
After putting it away, you both stand there, a certain silence falling between you, a bit awkward and heavy-
expectation fills the air.
Now what?
You clear your throat, "Uhm, wanna help me...clean up real quick?"
You motion to the shot glasses and bottles of alcohol, avoiding his eyes at all costs.
He easily notices the nervous way in which you're moving; not looking at him, keeping yourself hyper focused on such a menial task- it's not like you'd made a huge mess while you were drinking.
"Clean up?" He scoffs, "You just made all that fuss over making a sex contract- and you want me to wipe down counters?"
You laugh nervously, "I mean- do you usually like to have...sexual intercourse in dirty apartments?" This time, even you have to cringe at your use of the phrase.
It's interesting how shy you're being now in comparison to the animated way in which you'd been talking only a few minutes ago.
He finds it kind of...cute.
He can't help but chuckle to himself, and as you're about to walk past him to grab a paper towel, he swiftly grabs your arm, spinning you so you're looking at him, his hand coming up to your chin and lifting upward so you can look at him,
"Do you usually use the phrase 'sexual intercourse'," His eyes are low as he looks down at you,
"when you want to ask someone to hook up...?"
Your heart is pounding in your chest,
"N-no."
You can't even say anything else; the words are completely caught in your throat.
The air between you two finally shifts: thick and charged, like the world just got smaller...reduced to the size of your kitchen.
He sees it; the way your breath hitches, how your lips part slightly. This is usually the part where he'd say something sarcastic, or make some kind of joke to relieve the tension...
But he doesn't want to. Not this time.
Instead, he does what feels the most natural for a man and a woman in this exact situation...
He leans in- just slow enough to give you time to pull away if you want-
but you don't pull away;
Because you want this so bad, you feel it in every single cell in your body.
Just before his lips meet yours, he whispers,
"Then say it right...or don't say it at all."
Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting a bit wider and, for the first time in a long time, you feel that familiar wetness between your thighs-
not for your own hands, not for a toy-
but for a man...
For your best friend.
He snakes his arm around your waist,
"Say what you really want, Y/n..."
His lips ghost over yours so gently, you can hardly stand it. You're desperate for pressure, and he knows it;
"Fuck me, Kyung."
Never in a million years would Kyung have ever expected to hear that string of words fall from your lips, but now that he has, it sets something ablaze within him,
and he can no longer deprive himself of the delight of tasting his name on your tongue.
His lips finally press against yours, the firmness catching you by delightful surprise-
For someone who says he doesn't kiss often, he sure as hell knows how to do it right.
His tongue gently slips into your mouth, begging for entrance-
and you oblige.
His mouth is sweet, even through the taste of alcohol.
You bring your arms up to rest around his neck, bringing him ever closer to you. His grip around your waist becomes tighter,
"Y/n...can I...can I touch you?" He asks between kisses.
"Yes- please," You say, eyes still closed.
His other hand comes up to rest gently on your ass, though it doesn't last long before he's bringing it lower to grab a handful.
"Mm," You pull away to moan, turning your head-
though he continues on down to your neck.
Already, this feels different form your almost-hookup with the guy at the wedding;
The way Kyung's touch feels is different- even despite his desire for your body,
his touch is sweet and slow.
"Can you take this off?" You ask breathlessly as you grip the hem of his t-shirt.
He nods enthusiastically, "Yeah-"
Tugging the fabric gently out of your hands, he swiftly lifts the t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the kitchen floor.
You've seen him shirtless many times- and admittedly, you'd stolen glances every now and then-
you're only human after all...
But in this context, it's like everything is magnified;
the ridges in his slender frame- his arms and pecs defined without being overly bulky-
you run a hand gingerly down his chest and stomach, and the sensation makes him let out the softest of sighs.
It's been a while for him too
since the last time he was...
touched, in this way.
"Your turn," He whispers, bringing his hands up under your t-shirt, though he doesn't remove the shirt himself;
he just touches the warm flesh of your waist, his fingertips grazing softly enough to give you chills.
He hasn't removed his eyes from yours; wanting to savor every second of the sight. It's like he's afraid to blink and be woken up from this moment.
You slowly bring your own tee-shirt up, exposing the supple flesh of your chest to his eyes.
His lips part, drinking in the sight of your breasts sitting beautifully in your black bra;
it's not a special kind of undergarment- it's plain, one solid color-
but to him, you are a sight to behold.
And truthfully, you get a thrill from being on display like this for him.
"Can I confess something?" He asks, a coy smile growing on his face, though he keeps his voice low- like he truly wants you to be the only one to hear it.
"What...?"
"When we hit middle school, I would kinda catch myself thinking a lot about..." He laughs at himself, "About your boobs."
You blink a few times at the revelation, completely caught off guard.
You snort, "What? Are you serious?"
He nods, "Yeah- way too often. What can I say? I was a pubescent pre-teen."
You laugh, but then it turns into a coy smile of your own,
"And..." You lean back on the counter, arms supporting your weight, which makes your chest stand out more,
"What did you think about them?"
"Well..." He's impossibly close as he speaks,
"I'd wonder what they looked like..." He drops his eyes to your chest again, and then brings one hand up to caress the surface of your left breast with the back of his index finger,
"What they'd feel like..." He looks back up at you, all the playfulness in his eyes gone,
"How they'd taste."
Your breathing is ragged under his touch.
"Can I see them completely?" He asks, bringing his hand up to toy with your strap.
You nod, "Yes-"
You go to undo the clasp, but he stops you,
"No...let me..."
He brings one arm around to your back and expertly unclasps it;
the immediate relief making you sigh.
Slowly...excruciatingly slowly...he slides the bra down your arms, tossing it haphazardly.
"Shit..." He murmurs, staring down at your naked torso.
He doesn't touch right away, just stares for a long while.
It makes you shy- standing there, his eyes eating you up-
though it also makes you so unbelievably aroused.
You reach for his hand and rest it on your boob;
immediately, he begins kneading at your warm flesh.
He bites his lip, bringing his free hand to play with the other breast, his fingers gently pinching at your nipples- though not enough to hurt.
Your eyes flutter at the sensation until they finally close;
that's always been a sweet spot for you.
"Mm..." You moan.
He looks up at you, still playing with your tits but more focused now on the reaction he gets from you,
"You're sensitive here, aren't you?"
You nod, "Yes..."
And then, you feel it; he takes your nipple into his hot, wet mouth, and your eyes shoot open,
"Shit, Kyung," You whisper, bringing your hands up to support his head, fingers gently finding their way in his beautiful, wavy, black hair.
His ears perk up at the sound of his name again, and it encourages him to keep going, not ceasing with his tongue or his hand.
"Let's- let's go to my room," You suggest, bringing his head up to look at you.
The way he looks at this angle- like a dog eager to please-
it ignites something in you;
raw, primal, and oh so hungry.
He nods, straightening up.
You gently grab his hand and lead him out of the kitchen and down the short hallway;
your heart is pounding anew as you open your bedroom door.
He's been in your room a million times and even slept over more times than he can count-
but in this moment, he's not just a friend-
he's a lover;
and he's not just here for a movie marathon and snacks.
You drop his hand and sit down on your bed, leaving him standing in the middle of the room.
Now you're both topless but still in your jeans from earlier.
You both stare at each other- the tension so thick in the room,
you could cut it with a knife.
He steps closer, and closer, and closer- until he's hovering over you, lifting your chin up to look at him,
"Lay back."
The firmness in his voice makes your pupils dilate.
You don't hesitate to obey, and you slowly lower yourself backwards until you're propping yourself up on your elbows- your legs still hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Can I take these off?" He asks, gently pinching the fabric of your jeans.
The butterflies in your stomach are darting around violently- like they're trying to make a break for it.
You nod, unable to formulate audible language. He smirks, loving how different you are under these circumstances.
He leans over, and you think he'll remove the pants right away, but instead, he lowers his lips to your stomach, planting butterfly kisses all over the soft surface.
You gasp, feeling your muscles ripple under his lips, "I love that..."
He pays you no mind, continuing to worship your abdomen until his hands come up to the button on your pants, seamlessly undoing them with a quickness- you hardly notice he's done it already-
that is, until he's gently tugging downward-
and then you remember the type of fucking underwear you're wearing- along with the fact that you didn't fucking shave down there today.
Your hands quickly shoot to the waistband of your jeans-
"Wait!"
He immediately snaps out of the moment, concern on his face,
"What? Are you okay? Did I mishear you?"
You shake your head, "No- sorry, no- it's just-"
You feel embarrassed.
"What is it?" He furrows his brows, holding himself up on the edge of the bed now.
"I didn't expect to have sex tonight so I-I-I didn't prepare and I'm wearing..."
"You're wearing...?"
"Granny panties," You squeal, bringing your hands up to cover your face.
He stares at you for a moment, processing what you've just said, and once he does, a laugh escapes him,
"Y/n- are you serious?"
"Don't laugh, you asshole," You groan.
"Y/n." He waits for you to uncover your face, but when you don't, he gently slaps the side of your thigh over your jeans,
"Y/n, look at me."
You crack your hands open just enough to look at his face without fully uncovering your face, "Speak."
"Y/n," He says once more, his smile softening as he removes your hands himself.
"What...?" You sigh.
"So you're wearing granny panties," He laughs, spotting a bit of the elastic sticking out from the top of your jeans and snapping it gently against your skin, "You think any heterosexual man would genuinely stop the process of getting laid just because a girl is wearing her...old lady underwear?"
"It's not just that- I didn't....I didn't shave either."
He gently rubs at your thighs, "And...?"
"What do you mean 'and'?" You ask, lifting a brow at him.
"I mean...we can stop if you want, but I don't really care if you're shaved or not," He shrugs.
You stare at him for a moment, surprised at his reaction,
"You...don't care if a girl shaves?"
He shakes his head, "I mean, are you not an adult woman? I don't need you to be bald as a baby's bottom or anything."
You know it's the bare minimum answer from a man, but you can't help how his reassurance makes you feel.
You give him a nod, "Alright...you can- you can take them off."
He smiles, "You sure?"
"I'm sure."
His smile gets bigger and he resumes his previous task-
he tugs down slowly, pulling a little harder when the pants get caught on your ass, and then finally he's pulling them down your ankles, exposing the supposed 'granny panties', which are really just black bikini-cut panties with a slightly higher waistline.
His heart pounds at the sight of your bare thighs;
unsurprisingly, he's never seen you like this, as you've always been a basketball shorts and tee-shirt kind of girl when it came to swimming and stuff.
"God, I could take a fucking bite out of your thighs," He groans.
"Then do it." You say, eyes locked on his as you challenge him.
Without a moment's hesitation, he bends down, kissing the flesh of your thighs a few times before giving a few love bites.
You smile, delighting in the sight.
At first, he's gentle, but then he begins to apply more pressure, until he's leaving slight indentations in the skin.
It's so fucking hot to see him enjoying you like this.
You watch him bite for a little while longer, and then he finally drops to his knees.
Your breath hitches at the sight.
"Here, lift your legs up a bit," He says.
You lift up, and he helps your legs the rest of the way so that they're resting on his shoulders and back, leaving him in between your thighs.
His mouth waters at the sight of your clothed pussy- the mound of heat calling to him already.
"Can I keep going?" He asks, looking up at you.
You nod, "Please..."
He brings his hand up so that four fingers rest on your upper pelvis while his thumb rubs small circles over the fabric of your panties.
Immediately, you let your eyes closer,
"Fuck...that feels so good."
He lets his tongue come out to rest at the corner of his mouth, completely focused on you.
You bring your arm up to rest behind your head as you let out soft moans.
Then finally, he's sliding your panties off-
the last barrier between your wanting pussy and his hungry mouth.
You feel shy again at the thought of him seeing your ungroomed heat,
but then he lets out a desperate groan,
"You're so fucking beautiful..."
His words make your heart flutter.
Then he does something no one's ever done before-
he blows gently on you, and the sensation makes you exhale sharply,
"Woah- no one's every done that to me before."
"Not everyone knows how to eat pussy like me," He says smugly.
"Oh please, you're so fucking arrog-" You begin to say,
And then, without warning, his tongue is flat against your sensitive bud,
the shock immediately shutting you the fuck up.
"Oh fuck," You hiss.
He licks up and down, his head bobbing as he works on your sensitive clit.
You bring your hand down to his head, but you can't help the way it clenches to grab a fistful of his hair, and you accidentally pull a bit too hard-
Then you feel a firm smack on your ass-
the sting making your eyes widen in pleasure,
"Again," You say, surprising even yourself.
He smacks once more, slightly harder than the last time, as he continues to lick you.
"Kyung, it feels so good- it feels so fucking good," You whimper, beginning to grind your pussy into his nose and mouth. His arms curl around your thighs, holding you in place as his licks become more rapid and merciless, his fingertips digging into you.
Somehow, in this intimate and pleasurable moment,
you're reminded of that interview Doja Cat gave about how she prefers men with big noses-
and you must say, you now understand what she meant.
"Mmm..." He groans into your pussy before briefly pulling away to say,
"You taste even better than I thought you would."
Your breathing becomes labored as you begin writhing in pleasure, "Kyung- I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum soon," You moan.
He doesn't stop- just holds tighter, groaning more into your soft pussy.
"Kyung- Kyung- oh God-" Your hips begin bucking wildly,
"Fuck! I'm cumming!"
He doesn't stop just yet, wanting you to ride out your orgasm on his face, and you let him continue for a little while longer, until the sensation is way too much,
"Shit-" Your hips buck involuntarily once more, and then he's finally releasing you, a triumphant smile on his face.
"God, Kyung..." You pant, staring up at the ceiling in a daze,
"So, this is what you've been doing all this time?"
"Pretty much," He chuckles.
He doesn't move, just lets your recover-
though he stares at you in awe; he can't get over the fact that he's now watching you-
the girl he grew up with and considered his absolute best friend- recover from an orgasm that he gave her. It's enough to make his head spin.
His hand does come up to gently massage the spots on your thighs that he'd previously smacked, wanting to help ease some of the redness.
You look down at him and see his mouth is still glistening from your orgasm, and you can't help the new wave of arousal that grows within you at the sight,
"Come here," You say, beckoning him.
He knows exactly what you want, as he wants the same thing,
and he gently stands, leaning over you with his knee resting between your legs as he holds himself up,
"You wanna know what you taste like, Princess?"
He uses one of the names- one of the pet names you'd mentioned earlier-
and it instantly makes you ravenous.
You immediately wrap your arms around him and bring him close, and much to his surprise, rather than kissing him, you bring your tongue out to lick your cum off of the surface of his mouth and nose.
"That was so fucking hot," He breathes.
"I know right?" You say smugly.
"Are you...okay to keep going?" he asks, his own smirk growing,
"Or have I already worn you out?"
"Oh please," You reach down between the both of you and undo the button of his jeans with the same precision he'd undone yours,
"I haven't even had my fill yet."
His eyes darken at the way you're speaking to him- so confident, so sure of yourself.
This was the side of you that that prick at the wedding didn't get to see-
and maybe it's a good thing;
that asshole didn't deserve you anyway.
Kyung slides out of his pants, leaving him in his black boxer briefs.
"Oh, you haven't had your fill, huh?" He echoes your words, a dark smile on his face,
"You gonna let me fill you up, then?"
You nod, eyes flashing down to his groin;
you can see it- the hard bulge that you can already tell is gonna be big.
Your mouth waters at the sight.
He follows your line of vision to his groin and smirks,
"What? What are you looking at...?"
"You know what I'm looking at," You say, feeling your cheeks burn.
"No, no. Tell me what you want, Princess."
You can't help the shyness that suddenly takes over,
"I..."
"You...?" He brings his hand to run from your ankle and up to your thigh, "Come on...just say it..."
"I wanna see you...all of you," You manage to say.
His smile grows wider,
"Alright..." He brings his hands up to the waistband of his underwear and and gently tugs downward just enough to expose his upper pelvic area;
a little shadow of hair peeks out from the top.
You bite your lip, your pussy newly wet as you anticipate the moment he'll finally show you.
Then finally, he tugs them down all the way, stepping out of them once they're on the floor.
Hong Kyung...
is fucking hung.
Your mouth falls open, but no words come out,
and it makes him smile; he knows very well what he's working with.
"Where do you want me to put it, Y/n?"
His slick tone, mixed with his use of your name,
makes your stomach do flips.
You don't answer verbally;
instead, you adjust yourself up higher on the bed so your back is against the headboard, and slowly, you spread your legs to display yourself for him anew.
You bring your hand up to your tongue, licking slowly, and then bring it down between your legs to rub gentle circles on your clit.
He watches you with a dark ferocity, your sensuality making his cock twitch at the sight.
Slowly, like a man hunting prey,
he crawls onto the bed until he's positioned between your legs again, though he makes no other move-
he just stares down at you, drinking in the view.
His eyes trail over your breasts, your pussy, your thighs-
and finally, your face...
The face he'd seen so many times,
but hadn't truly seen
until this very moment.
You really are so beautiful to him...
"Get the condom," He instructs.
You nod, reaching over to get it from your beside drawer,
then you hand it to him.
"Wait, why'd you assume I had one?" You ask, tilting your head as you watch him tear the corner open with his mouth.
He'd learned that movie when you'd watched 'Love Don't Cost a Thing' as teenagers-
I guess Steve Harvey was right...
it is cooler to do it with your teeth.
He snorts, "I saw the condom a few weeks ago when I was digging for batteries for the remote, and I sure as hell knew you weren't fuckin' gonna use them."
Even in the middle of some of the hottest sex either of you has ever had, he still manages to be the same asshole you've always known him to be.
"And how would you know I wasn't going to?" You arch a brow at him.
"Because I saw the rose toy you have right next to the box," He laughs.
Making fun of you right before he fucks you?
Oh yeah, absolutely nothing's gonna change between the both of you after this,
you're sure of it.
He's finally slips the condom on and then reaches down and hooks his arms around your thighs, gently pulling you lower so you're positioned better.
He caresses your legs gently, delighting in the way goosebumps cover every inch that he touches.
He brings a hand between your legs to see if you're ready, and then brings that same hand up to his mouth,
"You're so wet, aren't you?"
You nod, "I am- I'm so fucking ready, Kyung."
He smiles and then looks down between the two of you. He grabs his dick in his hand and puts his tip right on your clit, rubbing up and down a few times to get it lubricated,
"I can't wait to see how you fucking feel, Y/n," He says, drool practically dripping out of his mouth at the thought of finally feeling you around his cock...
You bite your lip, bracing yourself for when he'll actually slip it in.
He positions himself at your entrance finally,
"You tell me if you need us to stop, okay?" He says, looking at you again, a much softer expression on his face- wanting one last nod of approval for him to continue.
"I will," You say, giving him a soft smile.
That's all he needs; slowly, he pushes his length into you, his eyes fluttering at the sudden tightness.
Your eyes shut completely as your pussy adjusts to his size;
he's so damn big- bigger than anyone you've had before.
"Oh fuck," He growls,
"Y/n...oh my God, Y/n..."
The way he moans your name is like music to your ears,
"I'm here with you," You say gently, resting your hand on top of the one he has on your thigh.
Your voice is like honey, and all he wants is to be completely engulfed in you right now as he feels every single centimeter of your wanting heat.
His deep voice fills the room- a series of curses as he indulges in the pleasures of the flesh.
"Fuck, I never thought you'd feel this fucking good," He drives all the way into you, though he's careful to keep his pace slow, so as not to hurt or discomfort you.
"Come here," You say, bringing your arms out so he can be closer to you.
He doesn't hesitate to get on top of you properly, his dick never leaving the comfort of your heat, and now he's hovering over you again, his face inches from yours, eyes connected completely as you both exchange this intimate moment.
"You're doing so good, Princess," he says, his nose grazing yours.
God, the way he's praising you is the hottest fucking thing in the world.
"Harder, Kyung," You say, bringing your hand into his hair, tugging lightly.
He obliges, pumping harder and slightly faster, the slapping noises filling the room.
"Oh shit- oh shit like that- right on my clit, baby," You moan for him,
"Just like that."
He loves hearing you be vocal, and can't help the urge to bring his lips crashing onto yours again;
it's a sloppy kiss, but delicious all the same-
His tongue drags against your bottom lip and he takes the soft flesh between his teeth to bite down gently, stretching the delicate skin.
You tighten your grip in his hair and let out a small moan.
Nothing compares to this feeling;
the feeling of wanting to be so close to someone that you're fused into one being...one very soul.
You're so tight and he's so excited it's hard for him to fully focus on not cumming- he'd be mortified if the very first time you guys ever hooked up, you'd get the impression that he was a minute-man.
"I- I'm trying not to cum too soon," He murmurs.
Your eyes gleam at his words; he's already close to orgasm and it's...because of you.
"Okay hold on-" You rest your hand on his chest to slow his pace.
You reach over to your nightstand, careful not to let him fall out of you. You feel around for a moment or two for the texture of the silicone against your fingertips.
You pull out the little, pink, silicone rose toy.
Kyung somehow gets even harder at the sight of the toy;
when he'd seen it for the first time a few weeks ago, he was curious about what you might look like when you...
though he'd immediately shut the idea out of his mind-
But now?
Now he gets to see you in action.
He gives one hard thrust into you, keeping you on your toes.
You squeal, letting out a laugh and slapping his chest.
You reposition yourself comfortably, and he moves a bit so that there's enough space for your arm to fit between the both of you;
then, you switch on the toy and place it right on your clit.
Your eyes immediately close, delighting in the sensation.
He watches your face for a moment, his cock twitching inside of you at the beautiful sight.
Slowly, he pumps in and out, wanting to savor the moment a bit.
"Mm..." You moan, your jaw falling open involuntarily, tongue pressing hard against the inside of your cheek.
"You're so beautiful..." He murmurs again, planting kisses along your shoulders and chest as he keeps his thrusts even.
You open your eyes and see the way he's looking at you-
his eyes holding something not a single one of your
other partners has ever held.
You can acknowledge that the dynamic between the both of you makes the experience more enjoyable.
He knows you better than anyone, which amplifies the connection aspect.
It's just a fuck, but its a fuck between best friends-
and that feeling of closeness
is why you find yourself so close to your second orgasm already.
"K-Kyung-" Your brows furrow, though you don't break eye contact,
"I'm gonna cum again," You whisper, feeling it rise in your stomach.
"Come on, beautiful. I'll cum with you, come on-" He brings his hand up to the side of your face, caressing it slowly, and letting his thumb rest on your bottom lip, holding it down as he begins to pump harder and faster.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" You whine, "I'm gonna fucking cum for you, baby," You're already losing yourself.
You calling him that- calling him baby-
triggers something deep within him and he realizes that this whole time,
he'd been in the same boat as you-
wanting connection.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum too, Y/n," He groans, giving five good, deep thrusts before bursting inside of you, filling the condom with every last drop he has.
Shortly after, you're screaming as the wave overtakes you, bucking your hips violently,
"Oh shit!"
He takes you in again, his chest swelling with pride at having made you cum twice in one night. His thrusts slow down considerably, and he's now just looking down at you, a lazy smile on his face.
You pant, "Shit, Kyung..."
He laughs tiredly, "What the fuck just happened?"
"I think we...just had sex," you laugh with him, legs still spread as he hasn't taken himself out of you.
He lets himself collapse top of you, this time not supporting his weight, as his arms now feel very much like spaghetti.
"Shit, you asshole," You reprimand him playfully,
"You're thin but you weigh a ton."
He nuzzles his face in the cruck of your neck,
"Shut up."
You feel the heat of his breath on your skin and it relaxes you, your breathing now even as well.
Finally, after about two minutes, he rolls off to the side- the sudden feeling of emptiness between your legs makes you shiver, along with the sudden exposure to the coolness of the bedroom
now that you don't feel his warmth.
A comfortable silence falls between you as you lay next to one another. He stares up at the ceiling, smiling softly.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" You ask, furrowing your brows.
"Honestly...and I'm not saying this to blow smoke up your ass or anything..." He looks over at you,
"That may have been the best sex I've ever had."
"Right!?" Your eyes widen and you let out a boisterous laugh,
"I was just thinking that."
"You were right all along," He shrugs, "It's different with someone you have a connection with."
"I know I'm right. I always am."
He rolls his eyes,
"I take it back."
"Nope, that's not how it works," You sigh triumphantly.
He sits up and adjusts himself to stretch,
"I'm gonna go to take a whiz," He sighs,
"Need anything from the kitchen?"
"Yeah, bring me one of the little bags of Hot Cheetos. I just bought some."
He nods, about to get up but he can't fight the temptation and swiftly turns to give your ass one good smack before jumping up, knowing you'd reach over to try to get him.
"Hong Kyung!" You hiss.
"I'll be back!" He runs out of the room (naked) before you can get your hands on him.
You can't help but laugh at his stupidity...
Maybe this will work after all.
It's been about a week since you and Hong Kyung started up your little...agreement, and since then, you'd been having sex every other day, almost.
It's fun, casual, and satisfying;
not to mention, as soon as it's over, you're back to how you always are-
watching movies, goofing off, being unserious and uncomplicated.
You sit in the coffee shop, leaning back in your chair as you sip your black coffee, anxiously waiting for So-hyun.
When she finally walks through the door, she approaches with a sorry smile,
"I know I'm totally late, there was so much traffic."
You wave her away with a smile, "Don't worry, I haven't been here long."
She looks at you, blinking her eyes a few times,
"You're awful smiley for it being so early in the morning..."
You furrow your brows, though your smile doesn't fade, "What do you mean?"
"Y/n, I'm usually having to call you at least twenty times for you to get up and meet me earlier than eleven," She snorts.
"Oh, yeah...I guess I've just been...in a good mood lately," You say, looking around the room to avoid looking directly at her; you're bad at trying to be casual.
"Y/n," She eyes you.
"Hm?"
"What are you not saying...?"
"What do you mean? There's nothing I'm not saying. I say it all, all thet time. I'm known for keeping it real, ya know?" You're word vomiting again.
She gently rests her hand on your forearm, "Take a breather, Y/n."
You nod and let out a big exhale.
"Now spit it out," She says.
You hesitate, but then finally decide to just say it,
"Remember how I told you about my...almost hook-up at the wedding?"
"Yeah..."
"And then remember how you suggested that I hook up with Hong Kyung?"
She raises a brow at you, "Yes...I remember."
"Well..." You bring your coffee cup to your lips,
"We had sex this past weekend, and have had sex almost every day since then," You take a sip.
Her mouth falls open and she stares at you in disbelief, "You guys are-?" She doesn't finish her sentence.
You nod, "Yep. We are. We even made this...contract."
You feel your face getting hot.
"A contract," She echoes incredulously, "Like a legal contract? Or did you two sign something stupid on a napkin after drinking soju" She snorts.
"Uhm, well actually, it was a sheet of legal pad paper, thank you very much," I huff.
She lets out a laugh, "I can't believe you guys are doing that."
"What do you mean? You were the one who suggested it," You furrow your brows.
"Yeah, but I didn't seriously think you'd do it."
"What, now you think it's a bad idea or something?"
She thinks for a moment, "I don't know...possibly."
"Well, allow me to put your mind at ease; he and I are totally normal. Nothing has changed, nor will it change."
"And you're sure about that?" She asks.
"Yes, dammit," You say exasperatedly.
She throws her hands up in surrender, a sly smile still on her face,
"Alright, alright. I believe you."
"Thank you," You sigh, taking another sip of your coffee.
She just doesn't understand. You and Kyung are just built different;
thick as thieves-
nothing will ever change that...
