⭒*.✩. whc boys x fem!reader getting caught doing the deed pt.2 mdni
this was initially a request, you can find part 1. right there
includes: park humin, go hyuntak, seo juntae, geum seongje, na baekjin /
genre: headcanons, x reader
summary: you spend some time together and get intimate, until you get to see their reaction to getting caught in the act.
warnings: use of y/n, smut, piv, praising, unprotected sex (don’t do that) i probably forgot some stuff my bad
a/n: these are long scenarios but they might not have the same equal length (haven’t checked), sorry part 2 took ages to come out, love
not proofread, sorry for any mistake
english is not my first language, i appreciate any support (especially comments eyy) ⠀⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ♡
humin had literally given the absolute best of him the entire basketball game, he knew somewhere in the bleachers, his girlfriend was watching him play and supporting him like she always does.
you had been proud to be part of the crowd cheering for him, you knew just how much he needed someone to believe in him.
they won, probably because he’d never been more motivated to make you proud before. you went out to eat with the team, celebrating your boyfriend’s victory with his friends.
you walked hand in hand all the way to his home, panting as you climbed the steep street, he turned around laughing with his mouth wide open “i have to do that everyday.” he nodded, wanting to see your impressed face at his daily performances to get home.
once you’d finally gone up the stairs and into the apartment, you checked the rooms, used to his dad usually greeting you when he was there. you knew he could be rough and didn’t understand humin, but the man liked you, you were “a good influence” on his son, apparently.
even if in your eyes, baku was the good influence on you, and he should just see that boy’s worth.
anyway, you shrugged. “your dad’s working?” you said softly, as your boyfriend took both your hands and you two backed up into his bedroom. “yup.” humin said, shutting the door with his foot before he kissed your cheek quickly “i’ll go shower” he gave you a cringed smile, his hand making an exaggerated gesture like he smells terrible, making you chuckle.
you just took off your jacket and got into your pjs, knowing you’d sleep over.
you were tired, so you slipped into his — pretty tiny for two — bed, squeezing close to the walls because humin takes up most of the space with his body.
you watched something on your phone, accidentally dozing off though you wanted to stay awake to spend time with him.
he came back from his shower, closing the curtains before he slid into bed with you, stirring you awake by pulling your back against his chest, his arm caging your waist.
you made a small noise, like a cat activating sound. “sorry,” he whispered loudly, you shook your head, gently pushing your hips back snuggling closer, you were used to his clumsiness.
his head dipped into your neck, holding you tight like you’d disappear. having you around made him feel like he was doing something right, at least one thing.
“you did great today” you said simply, your hand going up behind you to touch his black curls, his lips pressing tiny kisses on your warm skin “thank you” humin replied, his fingers resting on your thigh. he always had his hands on you, he was the kind of person who needed to put his loving somewhere.
the bedside lamp flickered lightly, your shadows blinking on his white bedroom wall you kept looking at. “keep me awake.” you told your lover, your tone hushed as you felt him nod while his thumb soothed your thigh.
your lips parted to let go of a short sigh, leaving him wanting to hear more while he’s in such a good, relaxed mood.
“you want me to sing to keep you awake?“ he smiled, knowing saying something silly would make you quietly chuckle, exasperated. you shook your head, snuggling closer “no,” your voice had a slight playfulness to it, he just moved his hips forward, not having to do much movement to let you feel him and for him to hear a tiny hum from his girl.
“is that a better idea?” he said softly, you nodded, sleepily sliding down your pants, under the warm blanket.
this wasn’t necessarily about giving him a reward, you truly just felt so good around him you felt the urge to literally merge into him. his hand soothed your belly in little circles, not wanting to make you do any of the work while you’re so tired and honestly — he is as well with the game tonight, so lazy sex was perfect.
he made sure to let his hand slide into your panties to gently rub your clit, just for some prep or maybe just because he likes touching you. he didn’t even bother fully removing his boxers, but he did take the time to slide yours down your legs, losing the pair under the blanket.
you whispered sleepily a soft complaint, allowing yourself to be bratty to get the dick quicker, of course. “there, there” he spoke softly, not playing around when it’s about you. he pushed inside slowly, your fingers gripped the sheets next to your face with a quiet groan. once he’d felt you give him space to move, his hand steadying you on your hip, he moved his hips in slow, uneven motions. just the perfect amount when you just wanted him and comfort.
he was so oblivious, too caught up in your pretty butt against his hips, that he didn’t hear any sound outside. his dad, in all his delicacy and grace, kicked his bedroom door open with one hand, the other holding a pack of water.
he was coming to yell at his son for not coming downstairs to help him out with bringing up the leftovers from the restaurant that would be humin’s dinner tomorrow.
“jesus christ—” his dad fumbled with the door trying to close it with full hands, humin jumped, “wow!” very awake and aware all of a sudden, hiding you behind him and throwing a pillow at the door. “can’t you knock?!” his voice cracked as he half yelled, his voice dying down at the end.
his shoulders slumped, “oh my god…this is so embarrassing” he holds his face in his hands, not even able to process the amount of embarrassment he feels in his stomach.
you couldn’t help your nervous outburst into laughter, your hand flying to your mouth to suppress it. maybe because you knew his dad wouldn’t hate you because of that because he already knew you for a long time, but you still felt bad humin was going to get blamed somehow for this situation.
“it’s okay, honey” you tried to reassure him as he fell on his back, wanting to just sleep it off.
he had a small smile tugging on his face, as he walked next to you, your arms intertwined. sieun, humin and juntae walked around the two of you, the usual chaotic never ending chatter of the group surrounding you. he wanted to act nonchalant, or like they were annoying him like they often do, but truly, he loves his friends so much. and he loves you.
his favorite people all around him in the cool seoul air, walking the streets at night after a long dinner at humin’s dad’s chicken place, he felt so content.
you saw his expression from the corner of your eye, half listening to humin trying to debate with you on something unimportant that he cared about way too much. you felt warm from seeing hyuntak happy, and it had nothing to do with his coat on your shoulders.
when you parted ways with the group, waving goodbye, you took his hand. “let’s go to my place.” you didn’t give him a choice and that made him smile, his brows raising in surprise. “what’s with you?” he asked, following your movement.
you shrugged with a sheepish grin, he shook his head, you could take him anywhere just by holding his hand, he would always follow.
once you got there, you shivered turning the heater on, he sat on the edge of your bed. you made your way to him, standing between his legs as he looked up at you.
“did you have a good night?“ hyuntak asked as he leaned down forehead on your stomach, deep down he still worried you might not feel at ease with his friends.
“it was great.“ your voice had soft enthusiasm in it, your hands already threading through his hair like muscle memory.
you winced quietly as you straightened your back, his head shot up immediately at the sound, like you were screaming in pain. he tugged at your hand “come here, lie down on your belly.” he spoke, pulling the blanket to the end of the bed, moving his body to make space for you.
you insisted you were fine, “y/n, come lie down. i’ll give you a massage” and it really initially was that.
you finally obeyed and settled on your stomach, his larger hands rubbing through the knots, getting sighs and tiny sounds out of you. ”feels good, right?” his voice was quiet, you hummed in response. the more he talked, the less you trusted yourself with responding and he got the message.
he leaned down, kissing your shoulder softly, his lips grounding you even with the tiniest display of affection. “you wanna go to bed, baby?” he tried to be reasonable, he was at your parents’ house. but he cared more about what you wanted than his own needs.
“no one’s home” you spoke, not even bothering to look over your shoulder at him. you were tired, and he had done wonders to help your poor back get some relief.
his hand slid down your back, feeling your soft skin, fingers pressed on the small of it, like he was still massaging you. you couldn’t see his face but heard in his tone that he must’ve been looking at you with the most smitten eyes “you want it like that?” you heard his voice, getting a small slap on your bottom, nothing hurting. “yeah,” you nodded your head slightly, hugging the pillow in front of your face with a barely perceptible hum.
you were so comfortable and warm, all he had to do was press agonizingly slow kisses down your back, telling you how good you smell and how beautiful you look. “my girl,” he murmured, already sliding down your pants.
you wiggled your hips slowly to help him out, as he exhaled a laugh through his nose hearing your giggle.
his palms fell flat on each side of your body propping himself up, his lips kissed the top of your head, making sure you were all good as he rubbed his hardening cock against your panties. you were being lazy, only giving a little arch of your back to push your ass up into him.
he smiled kissing your neck, always getting the message without a single word, he was already out of his sweatpants, pulling his shirt over his head. his fingers hooked in your panties and pushed them down your legs.
he let out a small groan at the friction when his erection rubbed gently between your cheeks, unable to resist much longer with the sweet scent of your hair flooding his nose.
he felt safe and comfortable inside your intimacy, the bubble around the two of you seemed invincible.
he slowly pushed, as slowly as he could possibly go, not forcing himself in, especially not in this position. he held himself up on one hand as the other positioned on your thigh to slightly part your legs more, sliding in way easier, his head tilting back as he sighed.
you buried your mouth in the pillow, hugging it while your chest stayed pressed against the mattress.
he made sure to kiss your head before he got on his knees behind your lying form, finding more balance to thrust in at your favorite lazy pace. both his hands held your ass as his hips moved, “’you like that?” his voice was soft and low, letting you hum with a cute nod into the pillow.
just as he found his rhythm, in the dim cozy light of your room, it’s like his instinct kicked in the second he heard the door handle — something you took several seconds to hear because your brain had already gone mushy.
he pulled out and grabbed the blanket faster than lightning, his guilty expression immediately drawn on his face, your neck snapped back at the door when it opened, your dad standing there — obviously not stupid, had seen in HD the boy butt naked behind you even if he had honestly been quick to protect you.
he stuttered, was he supposed to greet him? apologize? he’d literally seen the man like twice before, he felt his heart in his goddamn stomach.
“sir—” his hand discreetly found yours and held it, more grounding himself than you.
your dad didn’t actually stay as long as it felt, he shut the door right back, knowing now he’d either knock or make you keep the door open when he’s over.
fair enough, you didn’t know anyone was coming home.
hyuntak stayed frozen sitting up with the blanket pooling around his lower half, “your dad hates me.” he stated very seriously, sulking. your lips pressed into a thin line, turning on your back trying to process what happened, you put a hand on his shoulder as he stares at nothing with a thousand yard look for a few minutes.
he ended up being silent all night, only panicking about it the next morning, whispering dramatically “y/n, your dad saw my butt”
you two had a fantastic day. for once, you had decided to go to the park and have a little picnic, enjoy the spring air. you were more used to walks after going to a little restaurant, or hanging out with hyuntak, humin and sieun.
but you didn’t want the usual movie night date, or playing at the arcade. so this was perfect, the sun was still up but the air was cooler, refreshing. he draped a thin jacket over your shoulders, dipping a strawberry into chocolate for you, giggling as you stained the nails you’d just gotten done.
“so pretty,” he smiled, throwing the compliment casually like he was just stating a fact, his fingers playing with the hem of your dress. you leaned in for a quick peck before you started tidying the leftover food into his backpack to head home.
your hands intertwined, you unlocked the door to your home, hearing your boyfriend asking advice to get sieun into animes. you shrugged, telling him to be patient because his friend doesn’t really know how to have interests besides being good at school.
juntae just told you you were so smart, like he often said, either easily amazed or just wanting to make you feel special all the time.
you stayed in the living room on the couch, he played something on his phone while you watched tv, his head lifting up to watch from time to time, your own head resting on his shoulder.
after a while, he smiled when he lost, because he knew you were looking at the screen over his shoulder, both of you looked at each other with a small giggle. “i usually win.” his lips pursed, faking awkwardness.
“it’s alright” you tilted your head to give his lips a soft kiss, he decided it was too sweet to be this quick and just kissed you back, slowly abandoning his phone.
his hand affectionately tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, a small pathetic sound leaving his lips as your tongue teased his.
you didn’t worry about being in the living room, no one was home at this time of the day. that’s why it didn’t take long for your hands to hold his shoulders, your boyfriend’s wide eyes looking up at your face as he lied back on horizontally on the couch, his head on the armrest, your body slowly falling down with his.
you moved up and straddled his lap, you weren’t in a rush, the sun was starting to set outside, his hands ran up and down your sides, his thumbs occasionally brushing the underside of your breasts.
you tucked your head in his neck, giving him warm kisses he was addicted to — he was addicted to your love in general anyways.
his hands went further down, slipping under the hem of your dress, soothing the skin of your thighs, feeling the fabric of your panties. when you shifted your hips, you didn’t have any doubt left that he was hardening under you, as he whispered “is that okay?” never losing good habits even after being in a relationship for a while.
you nodded, letting him pull down his pants and boxers enough, so you could lie down fully on top of him, your chest against his, your arm under you so you could slowly stroke him, your lips meeting his between gentle words.
when he whined for you, you let him hike up your dress a little more, pushing your panties to the side.
your hand guided him to your entrance, his hips twitching slightly under you, you stayed lying on top of his body as you both moved just enough to get lazy thrusts, his palm on your head, fingers in your hair.
his face turned to rest his lips against your forehead as he hummed quietly, and of
course — with the luck you two have together, the front door unlocked, both your parents walking in with grocery bags.
thankfully, your mom entered the room first, gasping louder than you ever heard her, also thankfully; your dress was hiding most of the outrageous parts. the woman turned right back around, rushing her confused husband to turn back around and walk out, “they’re naked!” she exclaimed like you didn’t have neighbors.
meanwhile, juntae had sat up hair a mess face flushed glasses tilted, you stumbled off the couch in panic, as he tried to pull back up his underwear and pants with shaky hands.
he was way more worried about your parents thinking badly of you than of himself, the moment the four of you stood in the kitchen in silence was the worst and longest part, avoiding looking them in the eye as your boyfriend desperately tried to gain back their approval.
your boyfriend always made time for you. he would always act like he’s too busy, try to keep his nonchalant attitude but he longed for you all day.
you felt it in his texts, he often replied to you in just a few minutes, whether he was busy doing whatever at the union or playing video games late at night.
he especially liked nights with you, smoking on a bench or walking in a deserted park, and he mostly ended up walking home with you.
you knew his situation and it was no big deal for you to be sleeping on a mattress in the shed baekjin let seongje use. it was like a sort of room so it had privacy, it was pretty warm and your boyfriend kept it as clean as it could be.
as long as you were together, it didn’t really matter.
he closed the door, taking his jacket off while you were sprawled on his ‘bed’, you hadn’t had the chance to hangout a lot lately so you had missed him.
“move,” he said with a small smile, watching you roll your eyes and give him space to sit down. once he did, he was already pulling you on his lap, telling you you smell so fucking good. he had that thing for your scent, it brought him warmth.
if he ever felt confused about how different he is with you and other people, it immediately made sense once your essence filled his nostrils.
one of his hands rested on your thigh as you straddled his lap, the other flat against your back.
seongje listened to you talk, making a few smart remarks, though he was more focused on the way your face moved when you spoke, and how your eyes wandered around telling the story.
“mhm,” he hummed, his hand tucking your hair behind your ear in a rare gesture that came to him so naturally tonight, you tilted your head “are you not listening to me?” you asked.
“i am listening” he retorted, “the lady refused to pay and then what?” he demonstrated how well he’d understood the anecdote, making the corner of your mouth curl up into a tiny smile.
“she argued 20 minutes, she was just being a bitch.” you shrugged finishing your story as you pressed a kiss to his cheek like punctuation.
“that’s it?” seongje said, as you adjusted in his lap, making both his hands slide to your hips to steady you, “don’t do that” he didn’t say it in a commanding tone, just almost too gentle for him.
you could not care less. you leaned in and let your lips meet his in a soft but long manner, your hips automatically moving just a little, reacting to his hand grabbing your butt like he always does while making out.
you let a quiet sound into his mouth at the sensation of the bulge forming against the thin fabric of your underwear, because there was nothing like sitting on seongje’s lap with a skirt on.
his pants didn’t hide anything, and he was far from trying to keep it discreet anyway, his hand lightly tugged at your hair making you tilt your head back with a deeper groan while his lips left warm kisses on the skin of your neck.
he was letting you desperately try to get friction, because he knew he’d get his way in just a few seconds.
he kissed his way up to your jaw, hearing your sweet voice speak up “give it to me,” you said quietly, making him smirk as his finger hooked in the waistband of your panties teasingly.
he was proud to make you a needy mess, and he himself couldn’t quite resist you either.
he freed himself from his pants and boxers after giving himself a squeeze through the fabric, he put his hands on your hips, “up,” he spoke as you lifted yourself with some help.
seongje’s fingers pushed your panties aside, the damp piece of clothing staying in place as your body lowered on his erection smoothly.
he was glad he could get his pretty girl to ride him when he was too lazy to do all the work, once you were sitting on it with a cute focused expression, your boyfriend kissed your lips, making you want to start these slow motions, slightly lifting up and down his length.
your lips parted with the unexpected way he thrusted up into you once or twice, one of his hands guiding your movement while the other held your neck — not squeezing or choking just lightly holding it as he watched you.
somehow, it hadn’t gotten to everyone’s ears at the union that this part of the motorcycle shed was where seongje was staying, because two men opened the sliding door, both taken aback by the sight.
seongje immediately got irritated, his hand pointing at them as he yelled “get the fuck out!”, “oh shit” the boys exclaimed as the door slid back shut, he was angry — not ashamed of you but protective of both of you, he doesn’t want people in his business and seeing what’s private.
“fucking morons,” he groaned, even if they’d only seen some motion because of your skirt covering most of the action and the short span of time they watched, he couldn’t stand making you uncomfortable with intimacy.
you were obviously deeply embarrassed, he shifted you on your back and kissed your face, complaining about the interruption “don’t know how to fucking knock anymore, huh?” he saw your flushed face, brushing back your hair with his hand.
he’s not the most delicate person when it’s about emotions, it’s not that he doesn’t understand them it’s just not easy to handle it, “they didn’t see your ass, baby, it’s okay” he kissed your face, and though his tone wasn’t the softest, you knew him well enough to know he meant to reassure you.
baekjin would’ve usually never allowed something like this to happen, he’s the kind to plan everything ahead and he always makes sure the door is locked.
he still doesn’t know what happened that day, he got way too distracted.
he texted you that afternoon knowing you finished school before he was done at the union “come to the bowling alley.” the usual dry commanding texts you’re used to, it’s all with affection, it actually could translate to “i thought about you all day”.
you stopped there, greeting with a nod the members playing card games and whatever sketchy stuff they were doing at the tables. you made your way down the hallway, baekjin looked up from his paperwork at the sound of the door, you hadn’t paid attention to whether it was union stuff or studying scattered on his desk.
you didn’t care, you were just glad to be there to see your boyfriend.
as soon as you were at his side, you could feel his mood — even if he was simply greeting you as usual.
you bent down to kiss him, his arm sliding on your back as he asked where you wanted to eat tonight. you had learned to keep your demeanor even when he stared at you because this man is intense as hell. your mind had already gone blank though, like you knew you’d do something stupid. he smelled so good and his fingers were rubbing your hip.
baekjin caves to intimacy when it’s just the two of you at his place, when he lets all his self control go and buries himself between your legs. “what, hm?” he looked up at you with his sharp eyes, his face wearing the same attentive expression that still makes you lose your train of thought sometimes.
he didn’t need much more explanation after your silence, he got up from his chair, both his hands going to your face, and in a precious — because almost rare — way pressed a kiss to your forehead, your nose then both of your flushed cheeks, like he just needed to put his affection somewhere first. “turn.” his voice was firm but held softness, and especially fondness he tried to hide as his hand gave your hip a light swat.
the help of his gesture made you turn your body right as his large hands settled on your hips where they belong, bringing you so close to his desk you felt the edge press against your lower stomach, your palms automatically falling flat against the table.
his name left your lips in an almost whisper, that little nervousness from doing it with people outside lingering in your tone.
you were slightly caught off guard by his wood brushing against your ass until he deliberately pressed it right there with a quiet groan behind you. right now, so quick, he’d decided on the spot he wanted you here and then just from one look from you.
he’s not much of a talker in bed, but you can always hear his reactions anyway. he was impatient, this wasn’t one of the days he took a lot of time to prepare you with grazing his fingers all on your skin, he normally never rushed but he was needy tonight.
his lips found your shoulder, hiking your dress up easily as he tilted you like a doll to bend you over as much as he needed. “quiet, hun.” he said simply, his voice steady.
he kept one hand on your hip like you’d fly away if he let go, the other undoing his pants efficiently per usual. he was insufferably good at keeping his feet on the ground even with an aching cock and a beautiful girl on his dick.
he took the time to admire the view before sliding your panties down slowly, allowing himself to give a light spank on your flesh and letting the head of his cock run along your slit.
your hands slid to grip the edge of the cold desk when his sex entered yours, sliding in slowly before he sighed deeply, one of his hands moving over your stomach with very light pressure, “good girl,” he spoke lowly, he never really spoke loudly anyway but he tried not to be heard from outside.
he knew that would get a tiny moan out of you, his hips starting to thrust. just as the mix of pain and pleasure turned into full on pleasure bubbling in your heat, the door opened without a knock.
your head obviously snapped up, a small gasp — barely audible leaving your lips as your hand flies to your mouth.
baekjin kept his composure, while you were literally liquified watching one of his goons at the door — who probably thought no one was there, your boyfriend’s brows raised in a way that clearly told the guy he was getting his ass beat later, but not now.
“do you mind?” his voice was calm with the typical coldness he uses in this place. the guy literally snapped out of his shock and slammed the door shut, leaving you open mouthed and red faced.
you were speechless, baekjin sighed deeply, obviously frustrated even if he kept his demeanor in check.
his hand grabbed your jaw gently with his thumb on one cheek and the rest of his fingers on the other, making you turn slightly to the side to look at him “you alright, love?” he said simply, like he was casually checking on you. you nodded, looking up in his eyes like a deer in headlights. you said you were fine because you wanted to avoid this poor guy getting killed for catching the cold boss fucking his girlfriend.
“right.” baekjin responded, his eyes on your lips.
thank you for reading me sweethearts,
you can look out part 1. for sieun, suho and beomseok’s versions
