pairings : Yeon Sieun x afab!reader, Ahn Suho x gn!reader, Oh Beomseok x afab!reader, Park Humin x afab!reader, Go Hyuntak x afab!reader, Kang Wooyoung x afab!reader, Geum Seongje x afab!reader, Na Baekjin x afab!reader, Jeon Yeongbin x afab!reader
synopsis : helping your friends with stuff they're not quite good in wc: 1.9k
genre: SMUT MDNI
warnings: a LOT, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, mentions of backdoor activities, oral (m. recieving) (f. recieving), squirting, the fun stuff
a/n: the vote was a close draw — DO NOT read Suho’s if you were against anal
ᯓ YEON SIEUN
overstim / safe-word
wants to know how to tell if you've really had enough and when he has to stop
what words should he use? „Not one that can slip out accidentally and ruin the build up but no tongue tie either — something easy to remember that you usually wouldn't use in this scenario“
Your breath was shallow, coming out in pants while your legs trembled weakly with every other plunge of Sieun’s fingers that he had buried deep inside your heat.
Your nerves were alight, the flicker of unyielding pleasure travelling up your spine building fast with every brush of his pruny digits against your clit.
“Too much.”, you forced through gritted teeth, the hoarseness in your voice an indicator that you’ve been trapped underneath your friend for a while now.
Sieun’s head snapped up to look at your fucked out face. He sighed as he removed one hand from your hip to brush some soaked strands of hair off your forehead.
“You know what to say to make me stop.”, he reminded you, giving your pussy a deliberately hard thrust that had stars explode behind your eyes. Your walls clenched as he kept up the abuse against that one squishy spot.
“I don’t want you to stop yet.”, you decided then, spreading your knees further apart to give him more access.
ᯓ AHN SUHO
anal
wants to make sure he knows how to ease the pain, how to pick up if it's too much or he's going to fast
also shower sex (cause it‘s usually way too slippery)
“Are you sure you don’t wanna tell me something?”, you teased Suho with one raised eyebrow, a trait he was jealous of ever since you both were kids.
He just scoffed. “You wanna help me practice or not?”, he asked.
Reluctantly, you gave in, the mattress dipping underneath your knees as you got an all fours. At the sight of your ass in front of him, he couldn’t hold back from delivering a hard smack against the smooth skin to watch it bounce.
You cursed him out, but remained in position. At the contact of his tip against your folds, you almosted jolted up but Suho held you down with a splayed hand on your lower back, forcing you to arch.
“Yah, stop being so scared of everything.”, he scolded you but there was no bite in it hence he was too absorbed in pleasure as he gathered your slick to lube himself up.
“Okay, I trust you.”, you quipped.
Wincing, you anticipated the burn of stretch, yelping as you felt him thrust into your cunt instead.
Before you could even say something, Suho groaned in pleasure, the tightness of your walls engulfing him in a tight embrace.
"I chickened out.", he confessed then, no hint of apology in his voice as he tightened his grip on your hips.
"How is this practice then?", you panted, breath catching as he bottomed out, his pelvis now flush with your ass.
The slick sound of him sliding in and out your cunt sounded in the air, mingling with the sound of your ragged breaths.
"Set the record on how fast I can make you come. Just relax."
ᯓOH BEOMSEOK
kissing
is too hasty when he's kissing someone, there's no rythm, doesn't understand tongue
Beomseok’s lips were soft against yours, the drag agonisingly slow. You could feel him shiver underneath your touch. This was barely a kiss.
“Beomseok.”, you whispered against his lips, earning a hum in response. The ticklish sensation made you smile against him. “Lick my lower lip.”
Beomseok let out a huff in surprise automatically pulling back but you curled one hand against his neck, pulling him right back. “That’s how you ask for tongue.”, you explained to him, waiting patiently for your friend to continue.
Reluctantly, he did. He darted the tip of his tongue along the plush pink skin of your underlip, slowly parting them before deepening the kiss, his tongue now exploring the inside of your mouth.
ᯓPARK HUMIN (BAKU)
toys
was genuinely overwhelmed when a girl asked him to use a vibrator on her
also being mean during it (this would actually be so fun to write)
“Well, you can’t just shove the toy up her vagina and call it a day.”, you scolded Humin, the story he had just told you making you shake your head in disbelief.
“So help me out.”, Humin pleaded, resting his chin on your thigh. You sighed, not having expected this type of ordeal when he asked you to come over and lend him a hand.
While you weighed out your options, Humin tried to conceal his impatience. The tip of his nose sent tickles across your skin where he ran it along your inner thigh, occasionally brushing his lips along the same path.
With a yielding gasp, you fell back onto the mattress in a light thud, letting him place your feet on his shoulders.
The buzzing sound of the vibrator was the only sound bouncing off the walls of his room, sounding out even the frantic beat of your pumping heart. Where'd he even get that thing?
The first contact of the toy made you gasp, back arched as you jerked away instinctively but Baku pulled you right back with a chuckle. “Stay here.”, he mumbled as he repositioned the item back on your clothed cunt.
This time you fought the urge to shy away, biting your lip to conceal the moans that threatened to spill out your mouth.
ᯓGO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)
cock-warming cause he feels like he comes too fast when he's inside
"Teeth", "Don't move so much."
Your jaw was tense with the urge to move your mouth the slightest or at least swallow for one time in the half hour that had passed. Your eyes darted up to Gotak, his own forced on the TV screen before him, knuckles white with the grip on his controller. He didn't show any sign of discomfort.
You groaned then, the sound vibrating through Hyuntak's shaft that was still resting heavily on your tongue.
"Fuck.", he hissed through gritted teeth, curling one fist against his thigh to help himself calm down again. "Don't do that.", he warned you, but you were growing too restless to comply.
With a newly found intentness, you tossed your phone to rest on the couch next to your friend while sitting up on your knees, his shaft buried so deep in your mouth now that you could feel his tip hit the back of your throat.
You were thankful that you had trained your gag reflex off.
It didn't need much for Hyuntak to break. You curled your tongue along the slit of his tip a few times, already making him compliment you with a breathy moan but when you sucked in your cheeks to create a vacuum inside your mouth, his dick throbbed violently where your cheeks hugged him.
Hyuntak cursed as his orgasm hit him, one hand wrapped around the back of your head to keep you there, making you suck him off through his climax before pushing you away by your forehead.
"Why did you do that?", he asked, obviously pissed.
"No one needs you to hold back for half an hour. Whoever is giving you head wants you to get it together for ten minutes max before fucking.", you panted, falling back onto your hands while you tried to get over the taste of his cum.
"Can you help me with that next then?"
ᯓKANG WOOYOUNG
fingering
usually only focuses on sexual acts he get pleasure out of as well but he doesn't want to be bad at anything
When your friend asked if you could stop by his place before heading to the gym, you didn’t expect it to unfold like this.
Wooyoung had you spread on his couch, two fingers plunged into your heat while he dragged the lewdest sounds out of you with every occasional curl of his digits.
"That good?", he asked you, shit-eating grin splitting his features as he read the answer to his question off your parted lips and pleasure stained expression.
ᯓGEUM SEONGJE
eating you out
rarely ever does it
"You genuinely suck at this.", you laughed, your attention focused on the tiny device, that you had clutched in your hands, instead of your friend, who was kneeling between your raised knees.
As in response to that, Seongje's tongue delved deeper, licking into your cunt with a pierced precision while his fingers thrusted in and out of you in a bruising rhythm. The sound of your growing arousal sounded sinful, the grip on your phone turning steel as he continued to pick up his pace.
You were growing boneless underneath him and when he trailed his slick lips further up your cunt, toying with your clit, you tipped over the edge. Broken moans spilled off your lips as you felt your precipice take place. Your thighs trembled through the orgasm, back arched to chase the pressure of his mouth.
Only when your cunt stopped pulsing, Seongje pulled back, carelessly dropping the grip on your thighs, letting them fall on the mattress without the hold.
"How's that for sucking.", he ribbed, already moving to the package of cigarettes he had propped on the nightstand.
You rolled your eyes at his play of words. "You're so fucking funny.", you bit back as you pulled your panties up your legs, but Seongje only ducked his head, feigning a confused expression.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over your moans."
ᯓNA BAEKJIN
being domed
always takes control but some people don't like that so he wants to train his impulse control by letting you dom him
You were straddling his lap, elbows propped on either of his slim shoulders while your hands gripped the headrest of Baekjin's expensive looking bed. He had you pressed into his black silk duvets before asking you to take over, a light slip of his lip giving away how amusing he found the confused expression on your face.
You bounced on Baekjin‘s lap in a lazy beat, letting his erection kiss every nerve along your walls as you slid up and down his length.
Your eyes were closed, snapping open when you felt his grip strengthen and your movements falter against your will.
"Hey, I'm in charge.", you reminded him, ready to scold him for his nth attempt of regaining control.
"Don't sweat it.", he just huffed.
Your eyes were half lidded due to the pleasure, but you could still see how he had clenched his jaw, the irritiation on his face clearly visible.
„Want me to pick up the pace?“, you asked him, lips merely brushing his.
He sighed. „Yes.“
You shouldn’t have done it, but when else would you have gotten the opportunity to practice control over him?
„Say please.“, you teased, regretting your boldness the second you felt his hold tighten around your hips. In a quick motion he had you on your back, burying himself deeper inside you with a snap of his hips.
„This isn‘t working.“, he concluded.
ᯓJEON YEONGBIN
squirting
doesn't understand how it happens and what he has to do
Your limbs were already sore, basically jelly in Yeongbin’s hold, leaving you a molten mess beneath him but he was nowhere near finished, three fingers buried deep in your cunt while he tended to that dangerously sweet spot of yours.
You barely felt it coming and even if you had, you were too drunk on the pleasure to get out anything besides a moan. There was a hint of something far in your abdomen, growing heavy on your bladder.
The pressure in your stomach grew with every plunge of his digits and when he closed his lips around the hood of your clit, licking a strip up your slit before he started to suck gently, it snapped.
Your back arched off the mattress instinctively, desperate to either escape the sensation or chase the pleasure that coiled deeply in your stomach as the clear fluid gushed out your spasming hole, soaking your friend in your release as he worked you through your orgasm with a smug grin plastered on his face. “Took you long enough.”, he murmured against your folds.
synopsis: yeon sieun was notoriously known as your program’s tech handyman. when he wasn’t hunched over calculus problem sets, sieun was busy fixing his peers' laptops, for a price of course—one that was nonexistent for you because you seemed to make his software hard.
genre: another smutty university au
word count: 6.9k
warnings: [MDNI!] explicit sexual content, grinding, making out, oral (f rec.), pussydrunk!sieun, piv sex, protected sex, many consent checks, sieun is so so gone for you, you are literally his pretty little angel, if devotion was a person it would be him, sieun can’t figure out his goddamn integral
reader notes: written with afab reader in mind. reader has breasts and a vagina. reader is described to look ‘small’ at one point. all characters are consenting and over 18 yo.
this fic was requested – thank you so much, i loved coming up with the concept .ᐟ
۶ৎ 𝑙𝑒𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒 ࿐ park jihoon uggghhhh need need need him. had the most exquisite time picking out the concept pictures.
“You broke it again?”
His voice sounds flat, but there's a tinge of hope, a sense of subdued anticipation perking his last few syllables.
Sieun stares at the half-solved integral on his desk, phone pressed to his cheek, screen cold against his skin, fingers loosely gripping the sides. The warm glow of his lamp casts a nimbus over the mess made of a barely punched in calculation and his calculus textbook, pages worn from flipping back and forth between the chapter problem sets and appendix answers. Outside his window, the campus sky is dim, too gray for six in the evening.
“I didn’t break it!” Your voice crackles through the line, scratchy with frustration. Sieun can hear your breath over the receiver, rough and rushed.
“It just won’t turn on,” you continue, “I don’t know what happened. I just opened my tabs, and then—dead.”
He exhales. “And you tried plugging it in?”
“Yes, Sieun. I tried everything you taught me—nothing worked,” you huff, “I have an essay due Monday, and everything I need to write it is on this damn laptop.”
You sound slightly breathless, your voice hoarse with the kind of air that clings to lungs on chilly evenings. Wind rushes past the speaker, muddling your words with static. Sieun’s ears pick up on this.
“Where are you,” he asks, dull, but more abrupt than intended.
You’re silent for a few beats.
“Outside.” Another gust of wind bleeds through the receiver.
He feels the warmth of perspiration prick across his palms. “Where?”
The brisk, hollow rustle of plastic, and then, “Walking to your dorm.”
Sieun feels his breath dissipate in the back of his throat.
“I’m sorry,” you start. Sieun squeezes his eyes upon hearing these words in your soundwaves, words he thought were too unnecessary when masked in your voice.
“I saw the forecast, there’s going to be rain—shoot, I forgot my umbrella, I knew I was forgetting something—anyways, I figured I'd head over to yours before it hit,” there’s an unmistakable sincerity in your voice, “I really need you right now, Sieun.”
Need to murder him, he thought. Clearly, that was more fitting for the illusive objective of your last sentence, one that roused his hand to the back of his neck, called his fingers to smooth over his golden skin, wailed for them to curl against his flesh in hopes of helping him get a grip of himself. Literally.
He sighs, half flustered, half enlivened. “You’ll be here soon?”
“Yeah, just five minutes more.”
There’s a pause. “Okay.”
A quick exhale breaks past your lips, a restrained puff of air that had been trapped in the back of your throat, waiting for a green light to let it loose. “Thank you, Sieun.”
He can still feel the ghost of icy plastic against his cheek when you cut the call. Unfocused eyes cloud over the sheets and pens and smudged writing lazing atop his desk.
Of course.
Of course you’re coming over. Because why wouldn’t you? Your laptop’s dead, and he’s the tech guy, and this is just what happens. He fixes things.
And right now, you need him to fix your things. He couldn’t help but feel his heart jump at the idea, an eagerness creeping into his chest, fogging up his lungs and grabbing hold of the air that dared to escape up his trachea.
Sieun, as cold as he seemed, felt warmth fixing your things, like he’d swallowed the sun and it dissolved into his blood. Unlike the peers on your campus, he does it for you free-of-charge—hell, he thinks he’d pay you just to let him fidget around with your laptop’s battery that burns to touch or the program functions you can’t seem to figure out even after using the ‘help’ tab. He’d never admit to it though.
Not yet, at least.
His eyes flicker to the unfinished problem adorning his notebook, numbers and symbols half-formed, abandoned mid-line. The solution sits just out of reach.
Much like you.
His unfinished integral mocks him.
Your cheeks are flushed, supple and radiant, the dermal symptom of cool drizzle and dewy autumn air. Sieun’s eyes surf the strands of your hair, glinting from subtle rain droplets that catch even in the dim fluorescent light of his dorm hallway.
You look small like this in his doorway, backpack straps sagging over your shoulders, your sweater sporting little wet spots that are sure to smell like petrichor. Your hands tightly clutch a white plastic bag to your abdomen, the vertices of a cardboard box poking out at him.
You smile at him, small and sweet and a little flustered. “There was some drizzle when I turned onto your lane.”
Sieun’s gaze, currently traveling across the ridges tenting your plastic bag, snaps to your face.
“Oh.” It’s a soft expression, a barely-there phoneme he manages through concern for you—how dare the clouds cry over your angel face?—and some muffled curiosity.
Sieun just can’t help the fall of his gaze. He stares blankly at the bag in your hands. He’s not surprised when you take notice.
“It’s brownie mix!”
He peers at you again.
“Brownies?”
You grin sheepishly, fiddling with the plastic handles. “Yeah, I thought, well– you work so hard, you deserve a fun break, one you can get a sweet treat out of!” You pause. “And, I guess it’s also thanks for my laptop. You’ve saved me a lot of money I already don’t have, more than once now.”
He’s still staring at you, face blank, unreadable, lips sealed in a line, but his eyes gleamed. Whether it was annoyance or humour, you weren’t sure, but his dreamy, tired eyes gleamed.
Your eyes go wide. “Oh gosh, I should’ve asked you if brownies were okay. They looked so good on the box, I just had to pick them up. You could be allergic to chocolate, or maybe you don’t even like brownies–”
“Brownies are cool.”
Sieun watches your lips halt their rambling, configured mid-sentence, before they slowly spread into a toothy grin, one that radiates a warm feeling into his bones and almost—almost—makes his lip twitch up to match yours.
All you needed to do was force start.
That’s all.
No hardware to trifle with, no delinquent software meddling with your computer programs.
All Sieun had to do was press a couple buttons in tandem before your screen lit back up to life, resurrected from its cry of wolf.
Your cheeks had heated, bashful from your ignorance, but also a little humoured.
They blazed further when you caught sight of the calculus massacre on his desk, hurried apologies spilling past your pretty lips to wash out the guilt that crawled up your chest.
Sieun reassured you all was well—It’s fine, I was almost done anyways—with a look in his eyes that had you capitulating to his sincerity.
“Can I repay you with brownies?” you had prompted, fingers twiddling behind your back as if it would have subliminally helped rouse the answer you sought after.
Sieun slowly flattened your laptop to a shut before his Bambi eyes peaked at you and whispered exactly what you needed to know, exactly what you wanted to hear.
So, you’d both clambered in his tiny, cozy dorm kitchen, ingredients and bowls and utensils scattered across granite, instructions serenading the walls in your voice, Sieun’s hands working to mix the dark sea of cocoa batter.
You had assumed the role of a conductor but managed to pull a mess over you like a magnet. Whatever hadn’t been mixed into the warm batch of brownies basking atop Sieun’s countertop had found consolation on your being—cocoa powder and melted butter and drying batter decorated your skin and sweater.
Sieun thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen.
Of course, Sieun had missed any defiant ingredient attacks entirely.
You’d both picked up a piece each, melted chocolate furnishing your mouths while Sieun, starry-eyed and attentive, listened to you babble about your stress baking and how, no matter the many times you made something, you’d always be left with a bit of a messy souvenir from the process.
It was during this instance when the rain had hit.
Hard and harsh and pattering ferociously against the window of his measly living room. You and Sieun had snapped your heads at the sound, sticky embellishments of chocolate coating your fingers.
You’d looked so worried, so consumed in the thought of how you’d walk home through what was practically a typhoon. You hadn’t checked for a storm warning, all you’d known was a chance of rain. Your umbrella wouldn’t have stood a chance.
You’d looked so worried, so it felt almost natural when Sieun suggested you just stay over.
“...Really?” Your eyes were breaking past their sockets, and Sieun had nerely felt the weight of his words crash over him until your orbs softened and he saw the ghost of a smirk brush past your lips.
“Yeah, you can’t get home through that,” his voice had been tinged with his radiation of care for you. His eyes swept over your chocolate-covered frame. “You can use my shower if you want. I’ll give you some clean clothes to wear.”
You’d obliged. Quite happily.
And now, Sieun sat at his desk, unfinished integral staring up at him, the muted sound of his shower silking through the wall, almost louder than the merciless storm outside his window.
Sieun hadn’t touched his sheets or pens since he’d retreated to his room, changed into his own set of nightwear, and lowered himself into his desk chair. He couldn’t focus.
How could he? When you were just a dozen feet away, naked and wet under the rush of his shower.
He knew he shouldn’t think about it, begged himself not to, but when his mind slipped over the way you had chocolate powder flowering your neck and underneath your sweater, he couldn’t help but let his mind run, just a little.
Run over the way your fingers probably tucked under the bottom of your sweater, dragging it up along your beautiful body and over your head. What had you worn underneath? Had you even worn anything?
In Sieun’s little fantasy, you hadn’t. You’d been bare for him under your clothes, and he’d been ready, quick to ravish you, to kiss and suck and bite at your warm skin.
But, that was just a fantasy.
In reality, it didn’t matter whether or not you’d worn anything underneath your sweater. Sieun had just helped you out, made things a little easier for you, eased your anxiety by offering an innocent sleepover so you wouldn’t have to sacrifice yourself to what was the making of an ocean outside his dorm.
It didn’t matter, just like his integral, still unfinished. Deferred. Mocking.
The blood had barely made it to his cock before it was rushing back to his brain.
A couple minutes more of unsuccessfully undressing the math symbols littering his half-blank page and you were padding your way into his room, feet bare, heels marginally lifted off the cold floor of his dorm. Your clothes were folded, carried atop your forearms, and your cute body was swallowed in his t-shirt and shorts, sleeves too long, neck hole too wide, fabric swaying just over your knees with each of your scampered steps.
You gaze at Sieun from the edge of his bed, clothes now tucked away in your backpack, the hem of his shirt twirling in your fingers.
God, Sieun thought you looked ethereal, bare-faced and in his clothes. The warm, mellow glow of his desk lamp illuminates your face like a halo. Your sweet angel eyes are drowning him far past the storm outside.
Sweet oblivious angel eyes. If only they could see the mess he’d made of you in his head.
“Are you ready to sleep, or do you want to study some more?” Your voice is so soft, so melodious bouncing within the confines of his skull, and your eyes twinkle just right, brightened from his lamp and the mere cast of moonlight simmering through his window.
“I’m done,” Sieun starts, “You take the bed. I’m going to sleep in the living room.”
He’s about to push himself up when you cross your cute arms, defiant and determined. He watches your eyes narrow, eyebrows dip with a scrunch.
“Absolutely not!” you chide, your squint piercing. Sieun stares, half stood. He sits back down.
“It’s not fair to you! I showed up, practically unannounced, had you press a couple buttons on my laptop because I was too incompetent to figure it out myself, then made you make brownies with me against your will since you don’t take any economic compensation! And I know you’re not done with your problem set, I can see it from here. It’s exactly how you left it before we made those godforsaken brownies! I completely butted into your evening and messed up your studying, so you best believe you’ll be sleeping in your own bed and getting a good night’s rest!”
You puff at the end, like you’d said it in one breath, forearms glued to each other, fingers digging into your biceps.
Sieun is still staring at you, face blank, eyes gentle.
“You’re not incompetent.”
You blink.
“That’s not the point, Sieun.” You huff, pointing to his blankets.
“Now, get to bed.”
His eyes flick, your attention on his bed now shared. There’s an ease in the air, one that helps to hoist Sieun from his desk chair, click his lamp off, and carry himself over to the side of his bed. He lifts the corner of his duvet, slides underneath, and lets it fall over him. All without a peep.
His eyes scan to your frame, still at the edge of his bed, still in his too-baggy clothes, still looking too ethereal for him to indulge below the moonlight’s gaze, even in your quarrelsome stance.
You stare back at him.
“Okay… good.” You sound stifled, almost suspicious of his obedience.
Your arms unclasp, a little dazed at how fast he’d listened to you. With a hesitant scratch to your neck, you shuffle to what would be your side of Sieun’s bed, just for tonight.
Even though Sieun wishes it could be a less transient arrangement.
But he was doing this to help you.
Afterall, you’d looked so worried.
Sieun watches your warm body roll onto his mattress, feels it dip with your added weight from across. You shamble to face him, the duvet bunching in your hands, a relaxed, content tilt gracing your lips. Your cheek presses against the pillow, eyes squinting with warmth and kindness and gratitude and what Sieun could describe as a fatally contagious ray of tranquility.
You look so sweet like this, cuddled into his bed in clothes—his clothes—that swallow your body whole. The rain had slowed, granting permission to an even larger crowd of moonlight to flow over your face.
Sieun thought you were unreal, a mythical being from a dreamy world far beyond the current celestial limits.
A mythical being who saw him only for his technological abilities.
You were only here for tonight. Sieun was just helping you.
Because you had looked so worried.
So, he rolls onto his side, nearing the edge of the bed, hands tittering close to an abyss.
“Goodnight,” he grumbles. He doesn’t bother to pull the duvet to his front, lets it hang just over his side, as if any extra movement would make him appear more visible to you.
You gape at his back.
“Sieun!”
Sieun closes his eyes. Perhaps the world around him wouldn’t see him if he couldn’t see the world.
You puff, a frustrated push of air that has Sieun squinting his eyes shut further. He feels the duvet minutely ruffle behind him, feels the dip of the mattress sink gradually.
“I don’t get it, are you actually upset?” Although you were quiet, you sounded so disgruntled, confused. Sieun could only wish he was better at this so he wouldn’t have to bear your honey-like voice convey such emotion, like thrones stuck in a cloud.
But, Sieun was Sieun. A man of minimal words who spoke the truth and nothing but—until now.
“No, just trying to get a good night’s rest.” Just trying to keep my mind off you, so close, for just one night.
“Ugh! Will you just turn around so I can talk to you?”
Your hand reaches out and grips the collar of Sieun’s shirt, a tight grip pulling him towards you, a gentle grip to avoid attempted murder.
His eyes pop open, a hand catching onto the taut fabric around his neck. If there was the slightest chance Sieun’s conscious was to succumb to strangulation tonight, he thinks he’d only remember the warmth of your fingers fogging over the back of his neck.
Sieun yields to your force, falling onto his back. Why are you so damn strong?
With a hatch of his neck, his eyes find yours in the dark room, the patch of moonlight from his window dimmed from the roar of thunder and familiar strikes of heavy droplets against the glass.
There’s light provocation simmering through your face, playful like a child in a game of tag.
“Talk about what?” His voice is quiet but firm, his body a statue sandwiched between the mattress and sheets, daring not to move a millimeter.
You peer at him, words hanging along the tip of your tongue, as if debating whether they were worth speaking into the medium shared between your beings.
You decide they are.
“I know you take a fee from others when you fix their laptops.” There’s a quirk in his neck, a twitch at the corner of his lips that urges you further. “You’ve never taken one from me, even when I mention it. Why is that?”
Sieun feels a gradual quickening of his heartbeat at this concoction of your voice, and, like the start of a tornado, the thoughts in his head rampage into a whirlwind.
To be or not to be? Sieun, who previously seemed to lack any cognitive resources to solve his monster integral, was now calculating his next move with rigorous intricacy.
Maybe it was the kick in adrenaline that had him instigating your little game.
Sieun chose to be.
“Why do you think?”
Your eyes narrow in an instant, the entire play a chain reaction. Were you also debating your next actions, words? Were you also aware of the string snapping taut between you, tense and nearing a strong, sudden tear?
Sieun definitely was. Like always, he knew what he was getting himself into, knew he was igniting something far beyond repair, unlike the many laptops he’d resurrected.
Sieun knew what he’d started. He’d calculated it, perhaps from the very beginning, from the moment he uttered the word “stay.”
He was just helping you, for one night. Just one night.
You’d looked so worried, of course.
Perhaps Sieun had wanted your eyebrows to furrow from another force of nature—him.
Say something.
A quirk to your lips. Dark shadows in your eyes.
And a hand reaching out for his neck, this time to pull him to the plushest centre of your visage.
His lips graze the fullness of yours when you whisper in a breath.
“I knew to force start.”
Sieun isn’t spared a chance to retaliate his sockets stretching back when you press into him.
The dense pressure molds his own lips flush against yours, an electric fog swarming your face and down the flanks of your neck.
It’s a reflex, an abrupt, consuming, greedy reflex, when his arm curls over your back, big hand hastily grazing along your spine to knot into your hair.
Had Sieun fallen asleep?
This has to be a dream.
But your lips were too soft against his, too warm.
And your back curved so well along his forearm, strands so luxurious curled around his fingers.
Your hand on his chest, basking down his torso… Sieun believes he doesn’t possess even a speckle of the imagination required to muster a feeling as heavenly as that.
Definitely not enough to muster a feeling as heavenly as your hand sliding over him through his thin flannel pajamas.
You were a fallen angel who had come to play unsacred games.
And Sieun proved to be a worthy opponent.
His fingers grip around the base of your skull to pull you from his lips.
His eyes are heavy with a murmur of inquisition, flitting over your lips before boring into your own with words unspoken. You mirror his gaze with equal weight, savouring his quiet inhale when you push further down over his hardening curve, feathering your hand up to rest against the supple part of his abdomen.
“You know where this is going.” It was a statement, a quiet, breathless, almost restrained mutter carrying all the responsibility and uncertainty and anticipation littered within Sieun.
You gaze, knowing, unbothered.
“This is what you want? This is what you came for?”
“Yes,” you whisper, “Take it as part of my thanks.”
“I thought the brownies were your thanks.”
You smirk. “That was just the appetizer.”
Sieun scoffs quietly, a humble pfft to accompany the fingers gently rubbing over the bottom of your scalp, a means of easing into his next utterance.
You were drowning in his milk chocolate orbs, a velvety sea full of nothing but care and adoration and awe for you.
“Are you sure you want to go further?” Any quieter and the storm battering upon his window would have drowned his sound completely.
“Yes, Sieun.”
That was everything he needed to hear.
A gentle push to your neck has your lips pressing back into the plushness of his own.
It’s a slow kiss, chaste but blazing with the need you’d both been bearing for months. You move against the other, the ghost of anticipation urging you further into it.
Sieun definitely is not dreaming.
All his prior frustration, graced from his still unsolved practice set and the many long, agonizing weeks of indirect contact with you, melts away, leaving a tender warmth to dry in its place. Your lips feel as soft as—no, they were softer, so much softer, and warm like sun rays on cold skin—the many times he’d imagined the ghost of them wisping against his.
A transient ghost, barely lasting a mere tortuous ten seconds. He’d stop himself from savouring it, pry the ghost away before his hopes shot higher than the sky above him.
But now, you were here, tangible, with your mortal lips on his. They were so supple, so plush and warm and real. And they were flush against his. No one else but him.
Sieun had spent so long denying your fabricated being, the one who would distract him from his problem sets, urge him to isolate from the many gadgets his peers would throw his way in times of technological misfortune.
Sieun decided it was finally time to show you what your ghost had been doing to him.
He sucks in your bottom lip, hands grazing over your hips to pull you over his growing hardness with a delicate hold, treating your vessel like original vintage artwork. Fragile. Authentic. Godly.
The duvet shifts against your back while you shift over him, the core of your heat finding solace over his own. The hem of his borrowed t-shirt rides up your torso like it knows what’s coming.
It’s an abrupt, consuming, visceral feeling when you first connect with the stiff rod bulging against the stressed material of Sieun’s pajamas.
It’s the same for Sieun, so when a small groan muses from the depths of his throat at the feeling of your heat radiating along his length, he remains basking in its aftermath.
Lips still working into each other, you almost don’t acknowledge the slow, tantalizing roll of your hips.
Sieun does, and it drives him crazy.
Sieun, who was always so cool, composed, and distant was now growing hot and undone, all while pressing himself further into you, meeting you at an undefined middle, ridding any and all separation from your heating bodies from the insufferable vexation of need.
His hands knead into your hips, bearing your heat further along him, before they configure to push himself up while embracing you flush against his chest.
You’re consuming him, physically and mentally. Your lips on his, your body wrapped tightly around his own, hot cunt slowly grinding over the hard curve of his cock, a barrier of too much fabric plastered between your beings and pushing you both into frustrated desperation.
Your name, your scent, the suppleness of your skin, they all fog his head, conquer it with the ghost of you.
Both your mortal and immortal forms had possessed him, consumed him whole until he was nothing but a spec of utter devotion to you and you only.
Your hips grind again, slow, sinful, and Sieun’s breath stutters against your mouth.
You feel the shiver that rebounds through him like a tremor, feel the tight grip of his hands at your waist falter before steadying again, tighter this time, as if he needs to anchor you, or maybe himself.
His lips leave yours only to trail hot, desperate, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, your neck, your crescent of skin beyond the shirt’s collar, the devotion in each press of his mouth turning you molten.
“You feel…” he murmurs, barely audible, like he’s speaking to himself, “…too good. Too good to be real.”
You tilt your hips forward again, slower, answering him with equal desperation, and Sieun’s head tips back, a ragged exhale pulling from his throat. The sight strikes you—his lashes trembling, his brows knit together in pleasure so raw it borders on pain. He looks ruined.
Kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks, shades of pink colonizing his visage in the shower of eventide luminosity.
You don’t realize you’ve gasped until his gaze finds you again, pupils blown wide and gleaming with disbelief. His thumbs rub along your hip bones, a fragrant sensation even through the fabric of his shorts you adorned.
Your hands glide under his shirt, pushing up until he’s reaching for the edge himself, prying the shirt past his head and letting the fabric fall to the cold hardwood beneath his bed.
His hands slip beneath the hem of your own, and his touch is hesitant, wavering, like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he reaches too far.
“Can I…?” he asks, voice husky and threadbare, already tugging at the fabric.
You nod. His hands glide up, slow and reverent, brushing over the curves and valleys he’s only ever imagined, each touch leaving heat in its wake.
He drinks in the sight of you like he’s been thirst-starved for days, gentle eyes falling over your face and down to your taut peaks. You weren’t a ghost anymore—you were a dream, glowing and radiant beneath the muted haze of damp moonlight.
And when your bare chest presses to his, skin to skin, nothing between you but the thundering pace of your hearts, Sieun chokes out a soft, desperate moan.
The ghost of you has vanished.
What remains is you—real and soft and warm and all his.
And he’s no longer a boy haunted by longing. He’s a man who’s finally allowed to feel.
Your fingers find the nape of his neck, weaving into the soft strands of his hair, and the sound he lets out—broken, hushed, completely unguarded—settles somewhere deep in your chest.
Sieun’s lips return to yours with more urgency now, less caution, the kind that only comes when desire and restraint blur into the same overwhelming thing. His tongue traces your bottom lip before slipping inside, gentle, exploratory, worshipping, like he’s memorizing you.
Every movement of his hips under you is hesitant but needy, as if he’s still trying to slow himself down, still trying to process that you’re not slipping away.
“You’re driving me insane,” he whispers against your mouth, voice hoarse and cracking like lightning behind the storm-glassed windows.
He kisses you again, softer now, almost like an apology for how his hands are now gripping at the swell of your thighs with mounting desperation.
Then, with a breath that shakes against your lips, Sieun pulls back. Only just.
“Lie back,” he murmurs, voice low, thick with something you’ve never heard from him before. Anticipation, maybe. Hunger, definitely.
You do, painfully unlatching from his warmth and sinking into the pillow behind you.
Sieun follows, crawling down the length of your body like a man crossing sacred ground, his drowsy gaze never leaving you. It lingers on the slope of your neck, the lines of your collarbone, the tender stretch of skin bare to the cool air of his bedroom. Each inch he memorizes like scripture, utterly fascinated and unspeakably enamoured.
“You’re…” he begins, almost too quiet to even comprehend, but trails off, like no word quite fits what you are to him.
And then you see it. The way adoration turns to ache.
A valley of creases between his brows, a marginal slit parting his pout, the quickened wisps of air trailing out of him. He’s wrecked, far past.
And you had barely touched him.
Sieun’s hands slide up your thighs, calloused fingertips brushing along the waistband of the very shorts he lent you, the ones riding too low on your hips, the ones he's dreamed about you in far too many nights to count.
He kisses the inside of your knee.
Then your thigh.
Then the soft dip just above your hip bone.
His hands move, thumbs hooking into the waistband. There’s a beat—one last, wordless check—and then he draws them down.
And stops breathing.
You’re bare beneath them. No panties. Just slick, glistening proof of how long you’ve wanted this too.
“Fuck,” he breathes, like it’s been torn from him. His jaw goes slack, eyes shadowed with affection and disbelief. “You didn’t wear—?”
He doesn't finish. He can't.
His hands twitch.
You’ve rendered Yeon Sieun speechless.
Sieun blinks once, twice, like he’s trying to process the sight before him, trying not to let it undo him entirely.
But it does.
It does.
He swallows hard, jaw flexing as his eyes drag along the slick sheen glistening between your thighs, warm and glimmering and pooling out of you sans constraint.
His hands settle on your hips again, firm, needy, desperate.
“You’ve been like this this whole time?” he whispers, voice hoarse, eyes flickering up to meet yours, the question half-shattered already. “Wearing my shorts… like this?”
You don’t have time to answer.
Because Sieun leans in, drawn like a man starved, mouth ghosting just above your heat and breathing you in.
His composure fractures there.
A low, guttural sound breaks from his throat as he presses a slow, devoted kiss to your core. Just one.
Then another. Then again, deeper, wetter, until his tongue slides through your dampened heat with a shuddering groan of restraint and craving colliding all at once.
Your hips twitch and Sieun’s grip tightens instinctively, his fingers digging into your waist to anchor you to him like you might vanish otherwise.
His tongue moves again, slow and patient, still trying to worship even while losing his mind.
But you’re so wet, and he’s so gone.
Each soft moan that slips from your lips draws another shaky exhale from him, each roll of your hips a crack in his control.
He tries to keep it measured. Gentle.
But then he hears you gasp his name, all broken and raw, and something inside him snaps.
His pace quickens.
He licks into you deeper, more desperate, tongue flicking, flattening, circling like he’s chasing a high that stubbornly runs just a step out of his reach. His nose brushes your clit and he doesn’t even think to pull back.
He wants it all.
You feel his moan against you, deep and wrecked, and you realize:
Sieun isn’t composed anymore.
He’s hungry.
Possessed.
And completely, unbearably devoted to the taste of you.
You’re gasping now, each breath shallower than the last, and Sieun can feel you trembling beneath his palms.
It spurs him on, wrecks him in ways he never knew were possible.
His thumbs rub slow circles into your hips, as if to soothe you, steady you, but his mouth is relentless, nose tirelessly working into your nub. His tongue is languid one moment, then firmer the next, lapping through your folds with aching, focused precision, memorizing all that makes you fall apart.
You roll into a nimble arch, head tipping back, and your thighs quiver where they rest over his shoulders.
“Sieun—” you whimper.
His name breaks in your throat, and that’s what crumbles him.
He groans into you again, the vibration shooting straight through your core as he licks you harder now, deeper, more rhythmic, mouth coaxing you right to the edge, right to the place he’s been aching to take you.
His hands are cradling your hips now, keeping you spread open, helpless, vulnerable, his.
And then he whispers it, barely audible, a prayer into your skin.
“Come for me.”
Your breath catches.
“Let me taste all of you,” he mumbles again, like he’s asking for divinity, like your pleasure is holy.
And when you finally do, when your body tenses and your thighs clamp tight around his head and that beautiful cry of his name leaves your lips, Sieun doesn’t stop.
He groans into you, licking you through it, drinking it in like he’s never tasted something more sacred.
Like he’s never belonged more to anything—anyone—than he does to you in this moment.
And even after the tremors still, even when you’re limp and gasping and glowing beneath him, he keeps kissing you softly, as if he can’t bear to let you go just yet.
As if this is how he says I’ve wanted you like this forever.
You’re still panting when he pulls back, lips slick and pink, eyes hooded and blown wide with awe. He looks stunned. Disheveled. Like a man undone by worship.
But you, squirming and aching and desperate to have all of him, manage to find your voice.
“Sieun,” you whisper, reaching for him. Your fingers trail along his jaw, coaxing him up until he’s hovering over you again. “I want more.”
His breath hitches.
Your palm slides over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his ribs. “I want you inside me.”
Sieun stills completely.
And then his eyes close, jaw tightening as if your words alone could undo the last shreds of his composure.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice rough with disbelief.
He kisses you, not hard, not hurried, but slow and deep, like it’s all he can do to keep from losing control. You savour the heady taste of your slick coating his lips. He presses his forehead to yours, and mutters shakily, “One second.”
You watch as he reaches for the drawer beside his bed and pulls out a condom from the crumpled blue box Hu-min had shoved at him weeks ago with a stupid grin and no explanation.
He’d meant to throw them out. He hadn’t.
He tears the foil open with controlled fingers and slides his flannels and boxers off his body, finally bearing himself free.
He’s thick, flushed, already leaking from the tip. He hisses under his breath as he rolls the condom on, fingers twitching like he’s barely holding it together.
When he settles between your thighs, eyes drowning in your sight, the air changes.
Gone is the boy who’s too quiet, too closed off, too powered from the urge of indignation.
What remains is Sieun drowned in passion, eyes wide and dreamy and dazed by the sight of you spread open for him, the warmth of your body beckoning his own.
“You sure?” he asks again, voice almost too tender.
You nod, pulling him down into a kiss, and guide him with a soft whisper, “Yes. Please, Sieun. I want all of you.”
He exhales shakily.
Then he lines himself just beyond your heat, and with a leisurely push of his hips, he slides inside.
You both gasp.
You’re hot and wet and hug onto his inching cock, and he sinks in like he’s always meant to belong there.
“God—” he grits, arms quavering on either side of you as he tries not to lose it too fast, forehead dropping to your shoulder.
“You’re…” His voice cracks. “So good. So—gosh, I don’t—”
You wrap your legs around him, anchoring him to you, and moan when he rocks forward again, deeper this time. You feel everything, every inch, every pulse, every lazed drag.
He starts slow, shallow, testing your fit, his own restraint. His hips roll into yours with a tender kind of ache, like he’s afraid to break you, like each inch of him inside you is a miracle he can’t fully comprehend.
But your body answers with desperate softness, clinging to him like silk caught in wind. You tilt your hips, chasing more friction, and whimper at the way his cock presses deeper, fuller, perfectly where you need him.
Sieun moans, a sound so broken and quiet it nearly guts you.
“Please,” you breathe, clutching at his back, your voice hitching with each movement. “Don’t hold back.”
His jaw clenches. His eyes flutter shut.
And then he moves deeper, hips rocking into you with a fluid rhythm that makes your breath stutter and your legs tighten around him.
The friction is delicious. The stretch, overwhelming yet cosmic.
Sieun presses closer, burying his face further into your neck, panting softly against your skin.
“You’re so—” He chokes on a groan as your walls flutter around him. “You feel unreal.”
You drag your nails lightly down his spine, whispering back between moans.
He fucks into you slowly, like it’s sacred. Each thrust is a vow, a prayer, an unraveling. His hands are everywhere—one gripping your thigh to anchor you to him, the other cradling your jaw like you’re too precious to let go.
Your body sings for him. You meet each movement with your own, hips rising to greet him, rolling and shifting to take him deeper, to keep him close.
Your moans mingle with his gasps, the heat between you building with every thrust, until there’s nothing left of restraint, only the desperate, languid drag of two bodies finding rhythm in devotion.
Sieun lifts his head to look at you—really look—and what he sees makes his hips stutter.
Your face, flushed and shining, lips parted, still pink and swollen, eyes glassy with bliss and admiration.
You’re breathtaking. And right now, you were his.
He moans again, broken and stunned, and leans down to kiss you like he’ll fall apart if he doesn’t, slow, messy, teeth grazing lips, all while his hips begin to move faster, harder, chasing something he’s never dared imagine before you.
Your bodies are slick with heat and need, the world around you reduced to nothing but the way he fits, the way he fills, the way he worships you with every thrust.
Sieun is whispering your name like a lifeline, like it’s the only word he knows, murmured into the skin of your throat, your jaw, your lips, as if it can tether him to reality while he teeters on the edge of something vast and consuming.
“You feel so good,” he rasps, voice hoarse and reverent. “So perfect—you’re perfect.”
Your back arches, body shuddering as he angles his hips just right, deep and slow and precise, hitting that spot inside you that makes gush over his length.
Your moans turn high and breathless, desperate.
“Sieun—” you gasp, legs tightening around his waist, pulling him in deeper. “I’m close—oh god—”
He knows.
He feels it, the way you start to flutter and squeeze around him, the way your breaths collapse into whimpers. And even through the haze of his own rising pleasure, Sieun slows down just enough to draw it out for you, to feel every quivering second of it.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, breath stuttering. “Come, please.”
And you do.
It rushes over you in waves—white-hot, pulsing, unstoppable—your climax washing through your entire body with a strangled moan, your limbs tightening, your voice shaking as you cry out his name.
Sieun swears under his breath, something desperate and soft, and then he loses it.
The way you clamp around him, slick, pulsing, so warm, is all it takes to send him spiraling. His rhythm falters, hips stuttering, muscles trembling as the pressure finally breaks. He groans, deep and guttural, and spills into the condom with a few last shallow thrusts, his whole body curling into yours like he’s trying to fuse the two of you together.
And when it’s over, when the tremors in both your bodies begin to subside and your chests press together in exhausted, blissful rhythm, he stays.
Buried in you, breathless, consumed. His forehead pressed to yours, his lashes fluttering, lips ghosting your cheek.
And finally, his lips quirk at the corners, gracing his features with a small, gentle smile.
Because he decides he won’t be washing his shorts.
And he thinks he’ll get you to ruin another pair when you bring your laptop over for him under the guise of fixing it again.
৬ৎ 𝑙𝑒𝑒'𝑠 𝑝𝘰𝑠𝘵𝑙𝑢𝑑𝑒 ࿐ i decided for a soft, feral rendition of sieun’s university au. this will be the last weak hero fic i write before i move onto skz and atz! need more? you can read hyuntak’s version over here ⌯⌲ smart girl
𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: fingering, kinda public ig (the other guys are there but oblivious)
𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙉𝙏: 1k
𝘼/𝙉: This is so short 😭 I'll answer yall's requests soon I promise, love u guyss <33
𝙍𝙀𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂 for a kiss ♥︎ ─── 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙎
The library's back corner feels like a sanctuary amid the chaos of exam season, the five of you crammed around a scarred wooden table littered with textbooks, notebooks, and half-empty coffee cups. Baku slouches in his chair, scribbling notes with a scowl, while Gotak doodles absentmindedly on the margins of his paper. Juntae flips pages aggressively, muttering about formulas under his breath. Sieun sits beside you, his posture straight as ever, glasses perched on his nose as he pores over his notes. You're in the middle, trying to focus on the biology diagram in front of you, but the air hums with a tension that's been building all week.
Sieun's knee brushes yours under the table—accidental at first, or so you think. But then it lingers, a steady pressure against your thigh. You glance at him, but his expression remains impassive, eyes fixed on the page. Your heart picks up, a flush creeping up your neck. The group is deep in discussion now, Baku arguing with Juntae about some physics problem, Gotak chuckling at their bickering. No one notices when Sieun's hand drops casually to his lap, then shifts sideways, fingers grazing the edge of your skirt.
You freeze, pencil hovering over your notebook. His touch is light, almost absent, as if he's just adjusting his position. But then his fingers slip under the hem, tracing the soft skin of your inner thigh. Heat pools in your core, your breath catching. You shoot him another look, but he doesn't meet your eyes, his free hand turning a page in his textbook like nothing's happening. The audacity of it sends a thrill through you, your legs parting just a fraction on instinct.
Emboldened, Sieun's hand inches higher, fingertips brushing the edge of your panties. The fabric is already damp, betraying how quickly your body responds to him. He pauses there, thumb pressing lightly against the cotton, right over your clit. A soft gasp escapes you, disguised as a cough, and you cover it by sipping your water. Across the table, Gotak raises an eyebrow but says nothing, too engrossed in his sketch. Sieun's thumb circles slowly, the pressure firm enough to make your hips twitch involuntarily.
Your mind races—anyone could look down, see the subtle movement under the tablecloth that's barely covering your laps. But the risk only heightens the sensation, your pussy aching for more. Sieun hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them aside with surgical precision. Cool air hits your exposed folds, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper. His middle finger slides along your slit, gathering the slickness that's already coating you, before pressing against your entrance.
He pushes in slowly, one finger curling inside your tight heat. The stretch is immediate, your walls clenching around the intrusion as he begins to pump, shallow at first. You grip the edge of the table, knuckles whitening, forcing your face to stay neutral. Baku's voice cuts through the haze: "Hey, Y/N, you get this part? The momentum equation?" You nod jerkily, mumbling something incoherent about conservation laws, while Sieun adds a second finger, scissoring them to stretch you wider.
The wet sounds are faint, masked by the rustle of papers and low voices, but you swear you can hear the obscene squelch of his fingers fucking into you. He twists his wrist, the pads of his fingers dragging against that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Your thighs tremble, squeezing around his hand, but he doesn't stop, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Precum—or is it your arousal?—drips down his knuckles, soaking into the fabric of your skirt.
Juntae leans back, stretching with a yawn. "This is hard. Let's take a break." Panic flares in your chest as eyes turn toward the group, but Sieun's fingers curl harder, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot. You clench around him, the pressure building like a coil ready to snap. "I'm good," you manage, voice breathy. "Just need to finish this diagram." They shrug it off, pulling out phones or snacks, the conversation shifting to weekend plans.
Sieun's thumb finds your clit again, rubbing in tight, firm circles while his fingers thrust deeper, faster now. Your pussy flutters, walls gripping him like a vice as the orgasm barrels toward you. You press your forehead to the table, pretending to reread your notes, but your body betrays you—hips rocking subtly against his hand, chasing the friction. Heat floods your face, your breaths coming in shallow pants that you hope sound like sighs of frustration.
It hits you without mercy, a wave crashing over your senses. Your pussy spasms around his fingers, cum gushing out to coat his palm as you bite down on your tongue to keep silent. Sieun's hand doesn't falter, working you through it, prolonging the pulses until you're shaking, thighs slick with your release. He withdraws slowly, fingers glistening as he brings them to his lap, out of sight. You slump in your chair, chest heaving, the aftershocks making your clit throb.
The group packs up eventually, oblivious to the way your legs wobble when you stand. Sieun adjusts his glasses, giving you a sidelong glance that's all innocence. But as you gather your things, his hand brushes your lower back—a promise of more later, when prying eyes aren't watching.
Tags: @heartshapesandcigarettes @b3kisses @oyasumiaikko @life-is-a-game-of-thrones (lmk if you wanna get tagged)
The first thing geum seongje noticed about you was your carelessness.
It was a fleeting observation in the crowded school hallway. Your uniform skirt had ridden up slightly at the back, revealing the silver of skin above your knee-high socks. You were laughing with a friend, completely oblivious, not even noticing the way his cold, calculating eyes behind his glasses tracked the movement, how his gaze lingered.
‘So dumb.’he thought, a curl of disdain on his lip. ‘So easy, she doesn't even have the basic awareness to protect herself.’
The idea was a spark that quickly caught fire in his twisted mind. You were pretty enough, vacant enough. The perfect toy. He decided then and there that you would be his.
His approach was a masterclass in manipulation. He played the part of aloof, slightly mysterious transfer student. He found excuses to be near you, offering clumsy, backhanded compliments that you mistook for shyness. He made you feel special, chosen, the only one he'd bother talking to.
“My parents are never home.”He said one day, adjusting his glasses, a gesture meant to look nervous but was purely calculated.” The house is quiet. We could…study there. Better than the library.”
You, naive and flattered by the attention of someone so intense and handsome, agreed. You followed him to his apartment, clean space that held the faint metallic sent of adrenaline and sweat, not books.
There was no studying.
He backed you against the front door the moment it clicked shut, his body caging yours. His first kiss was deceptively soft, almost gentle, a predator luring it's prey into a false sense of security. His hands were careful as he undressed you, mapping your body with curiosity that made you shiver. His large hands roaming around your body gently.
But the patience of a fighter is a thin veil. The moment he had you barely and vulnerable beneath him on his bed, it shredded.
“Wait–seongje–slow down!” you protested, a flicker of fear finally igniting as his touch turned from exploration to possession.
“Why?”he murmured, his voice low, but his hands were rough,pinning your wrists above your head. “Isn't that what you came for? You followed a guy you barely know to his apartment. You knew what this was.” The hatred dripped from his words, slick and poisonous. “This is all you're good for anyway. Stop pretending otherwise.”
He didn’t wait for your reply. He sheathed himself inside you in one brutal thrust, tearing a choked cry from your throat. Your pain and protest meant nothing to him, they were just background noise to his own gratification.
“So tight.”He grunted, his hips setting a punishing rhythm. “Such a pretty, dumb, little hole. Made one this, only for this.”
[♡]
And so it became your routine. Your purpose. He has a fighter's high sex drive, an addiction to adrenaline that needed a physical release only your body could provide. He'd text you a location–a time–a command. My place. After school. Be there. He never waited for a reply. You were expected to obey.
You grew to hate it. The roughness that left you sore for days. The degrading comments he'd whispered and snarled into your skin ‘you take me so well, you filthy slut.’ ‘This cunt is the only smart thing about you.’ ‘come for me, I own you.’
The worst was when he saw you laughing with a male classmate about a group project. That night his possession was violent.
“Why were you laughing with him?” He snarled, his thrust so hard the bedframe slammed against the wall.” You never laugh like that with me. You his slut,now? Huh?” he punctuated each word with a snap of his hips, his hands leaving bruises on your thighs. “I'll ruin you for anyone else. You think anyone would want used good like you?”
You tried to dissociate, to let you mind drift away while your body endured. But he tightly gripped your chin to make you look at him. Without his glasses, his eyes are even more terrifying. “Look at me, when I'm cum inside of you. You like it. You whore.” You whimpered when his cock hit your cervix. Then ropes of hot sticky cum hit your walls. He keeps himself buried inside you, making sure his cum stays inside you.
But today, you decided to be brave. The text came as usual. My place. Now. You read it. You left it on read. You went home instead.
Seongje was buzzing from a fight, his knuckles raw and bleeding. The adrenaline was singning in his veins and all he could think about was burying himself into your warmth, using your body to come down from the high. But you weren't there.
He called. Once. Twice. Five times. You didn’t pick up.
His texts grew progressively darker.
Where are you?
Answer your phone, you stupid bitch.
You have three seconds to tell me you're on your way before I come find you.
You silenced your phone, your heart hammering with mixture of fear and exhilarating defiance.
A humorless, chilling laugh escaped him. ‘You're trying to rebel.’ The thought didn't anger him, it excited him. A new game. A new way to dominate you.
He was at your home within an hour, his expression a perfect mask of concerned friendship for your mother.
“I'm so sorry to bother you, ma'am.” He said, pushing his glasses up his nose, the picture of polite worry.” We had a project meeting. Y/n wasn't feeling good and left her notes. I just wanted to make sure she got home okay and give them to her.”
Your mother utterly charmed, let him in.
The moment she was out of earshot, the mask dropped. He backed you into the corner of the front door, his voice a venomous whisper only you could hear.
“You dare to ignore my calls and messages.” He tilted his head, his eyes dead and cold. It was the greatest insult you could have ever offered him. “Put your shoes on, we're going. Now”
Trembling, you followed him out. “Seongje–look I'm sorry. I just…I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm tired.”
He didn’t even look at you. “No more of that. You think any real man would want after I'm done with you today? You're spoiled. Broken. I'm the only one who'll even tolerate you.”
The walk to his apartment was a silent death march. Your whispered pleas”please just let me go home.”dissolved into thet air, ignored. He didn’t even look at you. His silence was more terrifying than any shout.
The moment his apartment door clicked shut, the fragile dam holding back his fury shattered.
He didn’t speak. He moved. His hand snapped out, a blur of motion and connected with your cheek with a crack that echoed in a silence. Your heart snapped to the side, a cry tearing from your throat as the taste of copper bloomed on your tongue.
“Shut up.”He hissed, his voice low and guttural. “You don't get to speak. You don't get to plead. You lost that right when you decided to be a disobedient little whore.”
He grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at him. Without his glasses, his eyes are black pits of pure, unadulterated hatred. “You ignored me. You. You dared to ignore me.” The words were laced with a disbelief that curdled into venom. “Who do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
He dragged you to the center of the room and threw you on the floor. You scrambled backwards, but he was on you in an instant, his knee digging into your spine, pinning you face down, against the cold unforgiving floor. The weight knocked the air from your lungs.
You heard the unmistakable metallic click of his belt buckle opening, the harsh zip of leather whipping through the loops.
“You need a reminder.” He snarled. “A reminder of what happens to sluts who forget their place.”
But the belt didn't fall immediately. Instead his free hand groped at your legs, roughly pushing your skirt up your thighs and bunching it around your waist, exposing you to the cold, dank air. A sound of pure terror escaped you. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties.
“No–!” You pleaded but the word was cut short by a brutal rip of fabric tearing. He shredded the delicate material and yanked it down, bearing your skin completely.
Now the belt fell.
The first lash came without warning. A searing line of pure fire erupted across the back of your thighs. You screamed, the sound raw and utterly terrified. The second landed higher on the tender exposed flesh of your ass and you choked on sob tears immediately blurring your vision.
“This is for ignoring me.”He growled, bringing the belt down again with a sickening crack. The leather bit into your skin, raising an instant burning welt. “This is for thinking you could say no.” crack. Another stripe, parallel to the first. “This is for making me come find you.” crack. “Like some common bitch.”
crack.
But then, a treacherous, shameful heat began to pool in your core, a sickening contrast to the stinging fire on your skin. Your body, betraying you completely, grew damp and aching with each punishing strike. A broken, confused whimper escaped your lips—not just from the pain, but from the horrifying, unwanted arousal that coiled tight in your belly. You clenched your thighs together, a futile attempt to hide your shame.
“Look at that,” he whispered, a dark, triumphant laugh in his voice. “All marked up and dripping for me. You really are a perfect little slut, aren’t you? You even get wet from your punishment.”
He didn't stop. The blows rained down, methodical and cruel, until your skin was ruined canvas of angry, cross hatched welts, until your screams turned into broken, hiccupping whimpers against the dirty floor.
He finally threw the belt aside, his breath ragged with perverse excitement. He leaned down, his mouth closer to your ear.
“Now you'll remember. “He panted, “every time you sit down. You'll remember who you belong to.”
He picked you up and threw you on the bed, flipping onto your back. Your tears meant nothing to him. They are just proof of his control. He tore at your clothes, the fabric ripping under his frantic hands.
“Was it him?” He spat, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips, leaving bruises. “That pathetic loser from your class? The one you were laughing with? Did you spread your legs for him? Did you let him fuck this stupid, worthless cunt?”
“No! Seongje–please!” You begged, trying to push his chest away, but your strength has gone.
He slapped you again harder this time, making your vision swim. “Don't lie to me! I saw you! Laughing like a whore. You think he'd want you if he knew how many times I've filled you with my cum? You're used goods. You're my used goods.
He shoved himself inside you in one violent, tearing thrust. You cried out, the pain from the belt lashes a fresh agony beneath his weight. He set a brutal, punishing pace, his hips slamming into you, the bedframe screeching in protest.
“You belong to me!” he roared, his hands wrapping around your throat and squeezing. Your eyes winded, your hands clawing at his wrists as spots danced in your vision. “Your body, your fuckimg holes, they are mine!You breathe because I allow it!You come because I allow it!”
He released your throat only to flip you onto your stomach, ignoring your pained cries as your wounded backside hurted. He entered you from behind, his grip on your hips viscous.
“You think you can find someone better than me?” he grunted pounding into you. “There is no one better. There's no one else. I'm the only man who'll ever touch you. I'm the only man who will ever want the pathetic broken slut I've made you.”
His degradation was a relentless torrent, each filthy word another brick in the wall of your despair. He came with guttural shout, spilling deep inside you but he didn't stop. He was a machine of possession driven by a bottomless well of rage and insecurity.
He flipped you onto your back again, his eyes wild. “I'm not done with you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk. Until you can't even think about anyone else. Until my scent is the only thing you know.”
He forced you onto your knees, then onto all your fours, then against the wall. Each position was a new violation, each thrust a punishment. He came inside you again and again, marking you, claiming you, trying to fill you so completely that no imaginary rival could ever exist.
Finally as a pale dawn began to lighten the windows, he collapsed over you, spent. His weight was suffocating prison. He nuzzled into your sweat damp hair, his voice a grotesque parody of affection.
“You see?” he whispered, his large hand splaying over your lower stomach. “Now you're really mine. You'll carry my child. My son. Everyone will look at you and see my property. You'll never escape me. Never.”
He fell asleep like that, on top of you, inside you, a permanent horrifying claim. You lay awake, trapped under the crushing weight of him. Naked. Raw. Used. The defiance was gone, burned away his rage. But a new, colder terror had taken its place, freezing you from inside out.
A child. The thought was an ice pick to your soul. You are too young. It's not a choice. A permanent tether to seongje. And his insistence that it would be a son–a little version of him to continue his legacy of control–made your stomach churn with nausea. Just the thought of being pregnant is making you feel like this. And if you turned out to be pregnant then you then you're fucked. You need to get out of this mess as soon as possible. But you don't know if seongje would let you get away from him or not.
Can you make a ff where Geum Seongje falls in love with a baddie,man hater girl ,who doesn't care about him ( including smut, enemies)
Why so sexy if so dumb?
Srry this took so long!
Geum Seongje x Fem! Reader || MDNI
♯ Manchild - Sabrina Carpenter
Synopsis: You meet the most insufferable man at a party, he challenges you like no other. Though, you weren't expecting that he'd become the only person able to sit with you in the prison that was your own trauma.
Genre: smut, hurt/comfort.
Cw: Man hater reader. Making out. Physical fights. Reader has insecurities. Down bad Seongje. Mentions of throw up. Cheating (not abt reader). Angry confessions. Smoking. Men being assholes. Lwk yandere Seongje. Misogyny. I'm ngl they kinda toxic. Reader has family issues. Difficult dynamics. A few original names but they don't really add much. Quite a lot of filler. Titty action. Light spanking + slapping. Unprotected sex. Creampie. Overstimulation. Cunnilingus.
Wc: 9.1k
You were messed up, your hair was in knots.
You looked at your friend through the bathroom mirror.
Her mascara was clumped, forming streaks of black down her cheeks, her dress might as well have been in a fountain from how much alcohol was spilled on it.
A group of girls that you had never seen before huddled around her, offering comforting pats on her back as you rushed and grabbed a hold of her hair while she hunched over the toilet bowl and hurled.
You cringed at the sound, at the smell, at the sight-- everything about it.
One of the girls had asked if she was okay, to which she responded with a drunken sob.
To be frank, you weren't really sure what had happened. She had walked up to you and hurriedly pointed to the bathroom while you were by the island table grabbing another cup of punch.
And now you were here, comforting your dear Ji-na like you had done so many times before.
She sniffled a little bit, before turning to face you.
"I.. I saw him making out with her." She sobs.
You stare at her, the anger obvious on your face. You weren't surprised that her slut of a boyfriend was making out with another girl, in fact, you had tried to tell her that multiple times, even providing evidence of him and another girl having dinner together.
To which you were always met with an "you're just jealous!" or "you don't know anything about us!"
All you could reply with was a sigh. A 'you should've listened' type of sigh.
"Where is he right now?"
"I dunno," Ji-na sniffled, "probably in the pool, still making out with her." She paused for a second, before sobbing again.
The girl behind her handed her a tissue, gently cooing at her in a motherly nature. The others around her seemed to foster the same gentle manner.
It felt like every girl who has stumbled into the bathroom, checked to see if Ji-na was doing alright.
These were the moments you really appreciated when it came to having friendships with other girls. There was a sort of connection and fondness of each other that men never seemed to have.
"Someone sober her up please, I need to go take care of that man." You stood up and walked to the door, earning a few 'beat his ass!' and 'he fumbled a bad bitch.'
You walked around the ridiculously big mansion that was owned by whichever rich kid that was hosting the party. Trying to find the pool. You garnered a couple catcalls from the men around you, you always ignored it, as sad as it is, they value a reaction from their harassments.
You always made sure to.. accidentally step on their feet though.
You opened the huge glass door, making your way to the even bigger backyard. You catch Ji-an's boyfriend, Kang-i, leaning on a sun lounge, his new girl straddling him as they were in a deep make out session.
You stormed towards them.
"Hey!" They startled before looking at you. Kang-i immediately shoving her off of his lap.
"y/n!" He says in a frantic daze. "It.. it's not what it looks like!'
"Not what it looks like?" You yell, stepping closer towards him as you back straightens in frustration.
"Your soon to be ex girlfriend is in the bathroom right now, crying over you and your bitch ass!" This a earned a few whispers and 'oooo's from the people around you.
The girl he had shoved stood up, folding her arms against her chest as she glances at you before looking back at him.
"Soon to be ex girlfriend?" She asks.
"It's not.. I didn't--- I don't.." he groans in frustration before letting out a breathy laugh, "she's fucking crazy babe! I don't have a 'soon to be ex girlfriend'." He sputters out in a nervous laugh.
"Oh, so then Ji-an's just nothing to you then?" You say this quieter now, not wanting Ji-an to be known by the crowd around you.
"Ji-an?"
"Who--! I don't even know her--- she's fucking crazy man! She's making shit up." He points at you.
"Oh really?" You say accusingly, "so then you don't know Go-ra? Or Helen? What about Do-il? Young-mi? Eun-bong? Yun-hee? Ha-yoon? Seo-ha?" You dropped your tone so only the three of you could hear. You wanted to embarrass this guy, but you didn't want to drag those other girls down with him.
He let's out another nervous laugh.
"Do they all not know about each other as well? Are you lying to her like how you lied to them?" Your lips were twitching upwards with the way he was shaking in fear.
Not just the fear of losing her, no, she was just another plaything until he gets bored. But the fear of not being able to get any new ones.
The girl that was in front of him was now standing next to you. The same look that was on your face was now on hers.
"I'm leaving, don't talk to me ever again." She says before grabbing her purse and making her way out. You give her a pat on the back as she walks past you, to which she returns.
"Y/n you fucking bitch!" Kang-i shouts, before you knew it, he lunges towards you.
You managed to step away just in time, looking back as he prepares himself for another lunge.
Of course, you dodge it. He was drunk out of his mind and was probably seeing double. He couldn't even guess where you were actually standing.
"You just had to get into my business didn't you?!" He's throwing punches now.
Well, he's trying to, he's not necessarily hitting anything per se. Only the air. You just look at him as you sigh in disappointment. Turning around as you started walking.
Until you felt an arm wrap around your throat.
Shit, now he's headlocking me?
Your reflexes kick in fast, you bit into it as hard as you could. Hearing a loud yell from the man behind you. You turned around to see him clutching his arm in pain. He looked up at you, baring his teeth as he was practically seething with rage.
Fine, if he wanted a fight, then he'll get a fight.
You bring yourself over to him, landing a steady kick by his stomach. He stumbles backwards, while he steadies himself, he swings at you. A swing that you obviously dodge. You grab his arm, twisting it as hard as you could, before punching him right smack on his face.
He collapses on the ground, before throwing up the contents of his stomach.
You send in a final kick to his chin, flying him backwards onto the ground, right next to the puddle of his own vomit.
"Ugh" you cringed as you walked away.
You were stopped by the entrance. One half of the door was closed, and in front of the other half stood a tall figure.
You mutter out an 'excuse me,' looking up when you realised that he wasn't budging.
Geum Seongje.
You've heard about him before, mostly things that were chalked up to being rumours. You knew that he was violent, sociopathic even. People say he has no emotions, others say that he gets off on beating people up.
One thing's for sure though, you didn't want to deal with him right now.
"Excuse me." You repeat, voice stern this time. He just smirks down at you.
"Cool it, killer." He grins, leaning towards you, a cigarette in between his mouth. "That was real sexy, seeing you fight like that." He lets out a mocking laugh.
You just glare up at him, waiting for him to finish so that he could move aside and let you in the house.
"Woah, relax your eyes a bit, they're gonna scare people off."
You don't respond, further intensifying your gaze.
"Not a talker? But you talked so much back there." He laughs again, now he's just being annoying. He pulls away from his cigarette with a smoke.
"I have a feeling I'll be seeing you around."
You bump into his shoulder as you force your way past him.
ـــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
That was seven months ago. And see him around you did. You saw him everywhere you fucking went.
"All you're good at is starting fights."
You were leaning against an alleyway, taking a drag from your cigarette.
"And all you're good at is staring at me while I do it." Geum Seongje's voice echoes through the alley as he lands another kick on the guy kneeling in front of him.
"I was here first" you rolled your eyes as the boy cried out in pain.
"Then that's too bad." He smirks.
The guy he was hazing got up from his position on the floor, facing behind him to look right at you. His eyes were covered in snot and his face was full of bruises. You're not sure how long Seongje spent beating this freak up.
"p-please..I'm so sor---"
Another kick lands right at his lower back, sending him back on the floor.
"You should apologise to me you fuck." Seongje spat out, his eyes narrowing in annoyance as he clicks his tongue.
If it was anybody else then you would've helped him, maybe pull Seongje back by his hair and tell him to back off. You've done it before.
But the bruised up bitch he was beating up was the same guy that stole your pack of Marlboro's, so you weren't too concerned about him. Sure, they were only 4,500 Won, but in this economy, you expected yourself to buy things and actually use them.
You flicked your cigarette to the floor, stepping on it before making your way back to the internet cafe. Ignoring the annoyingly playful calls of your name.
You hated Geum Seongje.
Hated hated.
You hated men in general, but this freak. Oh, this freak was the guy that really tested your patience.
Whenever you were unfortunate enough to run into him, he'd be relentless with his (for lack of a better word) bullying. He'd make fun of everything you'd do, every step that you would take-- literally--- he's made fun of the way you walk, the way you talk, even the way you smoke.
By the time you realised that you two frequented the same internet cafe, it was already too late. He'd pull up the chair right beside you while you were focused on your game. And whenever you moved seats, he'd just follow suit.
What's worse is when you'd be so close to winning a match, your aim focusing on your opponent, ready to take the shot, before his hand pops up in front of you, waving it around as he laughs at the "you lose" sign on your computer.
You hoped to god that you could shoot him one day.
ـــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
You walked up the stairs to the roof of your cousin's school. You were trying to find him, your father forcing you to go and find his ass since you had a family gathering tonight. You really disliked him, all he watches are red-pilled content on Instagram, reinforcing the same words into your family's household.
He gets it from all the other men in the family probably.
You hear a couple of thuds from the other side of the roof. You opened the door slightly, lowering your eyes as you see the sight in front of you. Once again, Geum Seongje was beating the crap out of some guy.
You just sighed, debating whether or not this dude was worth saving.
You snap out of it once you see Seongje crouch in front of him, saying something about him having sad eyes and wanting to remember it for later.
You open the door fully, storming towards him as you snatch his phone out of his hand.
His head darted at you, a slow grin forming on his face when he slowly realises that it was you.
"Hey there gorgeous." He winks, you sigh again for the hundredth time today. "Don't call me that."
"Sure thing, princess." His eyes drift from your face to the phone in his hand. "Mind giving that back to me? I want to capture a memory."
You narrowed your gaze to the boy sat on the floor behind you, you glance at him, signalling to him that he gets to fuck out of here, he seemingly gets the message as he fumbles up to his feet and run towards the door.
"Aww, what an angel you are." He coos at you mockingly. His eyes wide in excitement. He lifts up an arm to you, palms open.
"You have something that's mine?" He teases you, grin growing wider while he drifts from his phone back to your face. He could feel his pupils dilating as he looks at you.
You really are gorgeous.
"You want your phone?"
He's even more excited now. What are you gonna do? Tell him to beg for it? Maybe force him to a fist fight for it? Oh, he was giddy in anticipation.
You walked to the edge of the rooftop, not giving him a chance to negotiate before you pulled your arm back and chucked his phone to the parking lot of the school.
He smiles, he smiles widely.
"You're a confident one aren't ya'?" He shoves his hands inside his jacket pocket, slowly striding towards you. You return his gaze, not backing down.
"And you're a power hungry insecure freak that gets off on hurting other people."
He laughs, he laughs hard. He likes you already. A young girl like you has the confidence to challenge him? Oh, he's hot already.
He may be a power hungry freak, but so were you. He could see that.
He's keeping an eye on you.
ـــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
From then on he'd bother you any chance he'd get.
Usually it would just be a few minutes of annoying banter, other times it would be a fight. Nothing too intense.
You'd be fiddling around with the vending machine by the alley of a bowling place. It was the one where the Union would frequently hold their meetings, you didn't know that.
You were getting annoyed from the stubborn machine, before deciding to just kick the snack down.
You managed to grab a hold of the snack, though as you were holding it, it was snatched out of our hand just as quickly.
You looked at the person who stole it, already guessing the culprit.
"Seongje." You said with malice, wanting to punch the smirk on his face right off.
"Thanks for the food." He laughs. You reach your arm to grab it, before he stopped your wrist with his own.
"I appreciate it," his face is closer to you now, he's leaning down to face you, he was too close for your own comfort.
"Maybe you should just give me your money, so I can buy my own snacks, hm?" He says teasingly, chuckling at the way you were trying to squirm your way out of his grip.
"Let go of me."
"I don't think I will." He wanted to see how you would react. He was really looking at you to hit him, punch him, kick him. He obviously didn't like being beaten up, but if it were you.. he wouldn't mind.
The second your fist met his stomach, his heart churned. Maybe in some twisted obsession, or the need to feel something, or the fact that you were a girl and you were noticeably smaller than him. He could feel his chest swell up with pride.
Pride from what? He wonders that too, maybe the fact that he had already claimed you as his, from the moment he saw you during the party. And that in his mind.
His girl had the confidence to hit him.
ـــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
You were slouched down sitting on the ledge of a rooftop. You took a swig from the bottle of soju in your hand.
"Damn Y/n, leave some for the rest of us." You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, nearly startling yourself off the ledge. You whipped your head around almost too quickly.
"What are you doing here Seongje?" You squinted your eyes towards him suspiciously.
"I didn't think you'd be here," he walked lazily towards you, before dropping himself down beside you. "This is where I usually hang out."
The rooftop you were sitting on was of an abandoned building, you suspect maybe an apartment of a firm. You found it last winter while you were running away from a bunch of crepey men who were trying to hit on you in an alleyway. They ultimately decided to ditch chasing after you.
Since then you've been coming back here whenever you had to deal with another handful of annoying boys from your family.
"I didn't know that meant this entire place is yours." You didn't even bother looking at him beside you, gripping the bottle tighter and bringing it to your lips.
He watches you. He watches as your lips pursed over the opening of the bottle, he could feel his tongue come out to lick his own.
He watches you as your hand lowered, signalling to him that you were done. He takes this as an opportunity to swiftly grab the bottle from your hands, chugging down the remains of the alcohol.
You just sigh, the obvious disappointment evident on your face as you stare at him blankly.
You watch as he tosses the bottle to the floor beneath you.
"Strawberry."
You pause, slowly reverting your gaze back to him.
"What?"
"You're wearing strawberry lipgloss, no?"
Your eyes dart around, flustered. Your adams apple bobbing up and down as you swallow down your frustration.
He notices, he smirks, before reaching a hand down his pocket and taking out his pack of cigarettes. He takes one, placing it between his lips, before shoving the box to your hands. He looks at you expectingly.
You take it.
He smiles, his chest is heaving now. He watches you take out your own lighter. He watches you smoke his cigarette. He could still taste the strawberry on his lips. He wanted to taste it again, needs to taste it again.
He watches you exhale the smoke out of your lungs, into the black of the night. You could feel his gaze, you always felt it. Your mind was screaming at you to just get the fuck out of here. To get away from him.
And you do. You push yourself away from the ledge, turning on your heel while you prepare to leave.
"I'll see you." You hear him say.
Sure you will.
ـــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
Every time you're sitting in your personal hideout, he'd appear right beside you. He'd bring all sorts of shit that the both of you would chainsmoke.
Today was weed.
The two of you shared a joint as the cloud of cannabis swarmed your head. Your eyes were burning and your mind was elsewhere.
You pass the joint back to him, the both of you sitting in silence with the occasional banter.
He brings it to his lips and lets out a drag. He smacks his lips, pausing for a second, before he gives it back to you.
"Cherry?" He smirks, you were past being flustered anymore.
It was a regular occurrence for him to snatch a cigarette from your lips whenever he would walk past you, bringing to his and then guessing the flavour of lip gloss that you were wearing.
You also found yourself wearing a different flavour every time. Sometimes you'd catch yourself with a cigarette between your lips, unlit. Just in case.
... Just in case? Just in case what? In case he'd come and take it out of your mouth so that he could taste it while locking eyes with you?
You tried to deny any interest in him-- in fact-- you denied any interest with any guy, not wanting to risk being so vulnerable with people known for treating their girlfriends like shit. You've seen your own family, you knew the effects of men that understood their power over their wives.
You felt a finger poke your cheek, you turned to look at him in a haze.
"There she is" he looks at you, a small, lazy grin forming on his lips.
"Will you ever leave me alone?"
He shakes his head, "I'll follow you every where."
You felt your heart stutter. Despite being insanely high, you were lucid enough to compose yourself. Fighting the urge to kiss hi--
To kiss him?? Pull your shit together Y/n.
You couldn't afford having any physical relations with anyone, especially him. The guy known for fucking around with other women.
Get your shit together.
ـــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
You've been avoiding him. Not because you just want to be away from him, not because you had to take a moment to contemplate your growing feelings for him.
But because your dad was home. The second he stepped through the front door, you just felt an impending sense of doom.
You father, along with the many other men in your family, doesn't really treat you like a person. They treat you differently, mostly because you were a woman, and you were just expected to act lady-like and feminine.
It angered you how looked down the many women in your family were. The worst part was that they just take it, they don't try to fight back, or take back any dignity of their own that had been stripped away from them.
You were sat on the steps of an alleyway almost half an hour away from your home. You just needed to clear your mind, so you ran.
You ran as far away as you could form the insults that were coming out of your family's mouths. You ran until you found a place where you could be vulnerable. You bury your head to your knees as you let tears spill from your eyes. You refused to show any weakness in front of anyone, especially your friends. You considered yourself as the stronger one. The reasonable one, you didn't want anyone to think that your emotions could cloud your judgement.
But the thing about emotional repression is that eventually, you'll break. You were always cautious whenever you'd feel your chest grow particularly heavier, or when you could feel your body heat up from all the anger you've been swallowing down.
You wiped your tears away the second you heard footsteps approaching you. You didn't have to look and see who it was, you could already tell from the way his shoes hit the ground.
You felt a nudge by your foot. Looking up, you the unmoving features on his face, his usual bored expression evident, but his eyes held a silent soft look.
"Need a smoke?" He lowers his hand, his cigarette resting between his fingers as he crouches down to your level. You look at him, your eyes puffy and red, you stared at it for a second, before taking it.
"Is this why you smoke?" He watches you, the sadness in your eyes never faltering from your face.
"To distract yourself from all the sadness in your life?"
You don't bother to look at him, whatever it was that he was trying to say, you weren't in the mood to deal with it.
"That's why everyone smokes." You exhale. He nods, reverting his gaze to look at nothing in particular.
"How did you find me?" You eventually ask.
"I followed you." This makes you glance up at him, before looking back down on your lap as you scoff, "of course you did."
He leans closer to you, his face only a few metres away, "I heard shouting when I walked past your house, thought you might've ran eventually." How does he know where your house i---
"I ran for my own safety." You muster an eye roll, not wanting to encourage his false assumptions. Well, was it really false though?
"You ran because you didn't want to deal with your shitty life." He quips.
He has some nerve doesn't he.
"As if you're any different." You took another drag from the cigarette, "you deal with it by hurting people."
He laughs this time, "and you deal with it by watching me."
The both of you fell into silence once again, you glance at your watch, sighing when you remembered that you had to go back home eventually. He watches you close your eyes taking another long drag of the tobacco that you were holding.
He stands up
"Wanna go get ramen?"
ـــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
You tried your best to ignore Seongje ever since that day. It's been a week, and you hated yourself for showing so much weakness in front of the man you thought as your enemy.
Instead of bumping harsh shoulders with each other when you would pass by, you avoided him entirely. Every corner he was walking in, you'd take the opposite.
He's been noticing it as well. He's not oblivious, he's nothing if not observant, he sees the way your eyes dart around if he stared at you for too long. He noticed when you'd uncomfortably shift in your seat instead of challenging him and returning his stare.
He didn't like this, he didn't like this at all.
Usually he'd get over it, he'd find some other girl to obsess over and forget about you entirely.
But you weren't some girl. He felt something whenever he was with you, maybe frustration that you didn't just take his bullying and instead retaliated.
He could feel his entire body getting hot whenever you looked at him with a playful grin, your eyes essentially telling him to "try me."
And he did, and he loves it. He loves the cat and mouse game between the both of you, only this time you and him were both the cat and the mouse. You were tormenting each other, and he could only assume that you loved the chase as much as he did.
But now you were starting to become like everyone else; scared. Scared of him. Though, perhaps because of something else.
It was night, you slowly walked back home, wanting to prolong the journey because you just really didn't want to go home.
You were focused on the music playing on your headphones, not realising the way Seongje followed suit behind you.
You turned a corner, taking the long way back. You felt your headphones getting shoved down to your shoulders, before you could turn and punch whichever creep did that, you felt your back slam onto the wall of an alley.
"We keep meeting in alleys." You could feel Seongje's breath creeping down your neck.
You shove him off of you, "what the fuck's your problem!?" You shout out, rubbing your shoulders as you glared at him in frustration.
"There's something I wanted to ask you." He says blankly, acting like he didn't just scared the shit out of you.
"Then ask like a regular person you fucking psycho." You shove past him, continuing your way home. You didn't make it too far when he strides in front of you, blocking you from walking any further.
"You would've ran away." He crosses his arms, "speaking of.." He drags you near a wall, a steady hand on your shoulder. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest.
"You've been avoiding me." He purses his lips, head lowering down to yours. His breath fanning over your neck as he speaks.
"What? I can't be fed up with your annoying shit anymore?" You spat. Your head was dizzy, too many things had happened at home, and at school, and overall in general. You just wanted to collapse on your bed, to be taken care of.
He shakes his head as he chuckles lowly, "no, not you." You roll your eyes.
"Well I'm sorry that I'm not the version of me that you made up in your head, then." You smack his arm off of you.
"I don't care that I've been 'acting different,' or if you don't like how I'm acting just because I'm dealing with shit." You watch as his chest heaves up and down, you can only assume that he was growing angrier the more you spoke.
"Or maybe you think I owe you something just because you found me crying and treated me food." Your voice was growing louder now.
He doesn't speak for a moment, he shifts from one foot to the other, "I think I want you to stop pretending to be so tough."
"You're saying that?" You scoff. pushing yourself off of the wall, groaning when he slams you back. "What do you want, Seongje?" You tell him sternly this time.
"I want you to stop acting like you don't notice the shift between us." He might as well be drilling holes through your skull.
"Us?" You raise your eyebrows in disbelief, "since when has there ever been an us?" You wanted to shut up, you screamed at yourself to stop talking. You didn't want to show him that you cared, that you were as bothered as he was.
"Since the second I saw you beat up that loser during the party." He says, voice dropping this time, there's a certain gentleness in the way he said it.
His eyes never left yours. Your shoulder raised with every breath that you took, you could hear your own heartbeat pounding through your ears.
"And I want you to stop acting like you care." You're not sure why you said that. Your interactions with him barely showed any care.
He'd threaten other guys to stay away from you was it. Though you could just chalk it up to his possessiveness and need for control over care.
"Would it be so bad if I did?" He breathes out, it was your turn to laugh now. He's not the type of person to give a fuck about someone else. Especially another woman, guys like him only see women as a game to win. Though, you guess he's not like every guy.
"You don't know how to care." You step closer to him, watching him take another step back, "no one has ever cared about you, so you don't know how to replicate it." Your cheeks tugged into a smirk.
"You like the thrill of arguing with me, you confuse fear with care." You could tell your words were ticking him off. You don't know why you've decided to piss him off, rather than just running back home.
"I do, I really do." He looks back to you, "but I also like how, compared to everyone else, I'm the only guy who has ever seen you as an equal."
You froze. He was right. You hated him, you hated how he treated you like an obstacle, but he treats everyone the same way. He doesn't see you any less just because of the one thing you can't control. He bothers you like he'd do anyone else.
You sigh deeply. "I really wish I had never met you."
His jaw twitches, teeth clenching while you see his eyes darken further. "Try again?" He steps closer to you now, his body might as well be pressed right against yours with how close it was. His face stopping right in front of yours.
"I wish" you grit through your teeth, "I had never met you." I wish you didn't make me feel so vulnerable.
His hand drift to your throat, not squeezing, just resting there. His fingers slowly caressing the nape of your neck. Your breath hitched, you could feel yourself heating up.
"Even when you're cornered like this, you really think you can challenge me, huh?" His other hand comes up to pat your cheek. His eyes widen, he smiles, a slow, wide smile. Baring his teeth while he looks down at you.
"You piss me off." You say plainly, trying to hide the way your thighs wanted to clench.
He laughs again, "you're really begging for it, huh?" He's way closer than before, your mind screamed at you to punch him in the face and run your ass out of there. But a part of you didn't want to. You wanted him to prove to you how much he wants you. You want to be wanted.
"You gonna do something about it?" Your voice came out much more airy than you intended it to be. Your back presses further onto the wall. His gaze darts to your lips, You felt the same hand that was on your cheek rift further down to your hips. Your body flinching slightly from the contact.
He mutters out a 'hell yeah I will' and before you could process what was going on, his lips were already on yours. Your eyes closed the second he presses himself further against your body. Your lips parted slightly when you felt his hand give your neck a gentle squeeze. He took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into you. The wet muscle exploring your mouth, gliding against the front of your teeth, tasting every inch of your mouth.
He takes your lower lip in between his and sucks. You felt your legs tremble slightly as you stopped a moan from escaping your throat. He didn't like that, the hand that was on your hip shifted, pinching the mound of flesh between his fingers, he drinks in the yelp that you had let out.
He tugs on your lower lip with his teeth, he bites down, wanting to hear you squeal, he clicks his tongue as he parts from you only slightly, catching his breath, he sees the way you try your best not to make a sound, and he hates that. He immediately dives right back in, his tongue focusing on yours this time. He bites down on yours, forcing a soft whimper out of your throat. He smirks slightly, your head was locked between both of his hands, he brings your tongue out past your lips, sucking on it.
God, he'd leave hickeys on it if he could.
Your cheeks heat up from embarrassment at the sound the both of you were making. The wet squelches bouncing back and fourth between the cramped walls between you.
He groans at the way your fingers dig into his scalp and tug on his hair. Trying to find something to ground yourself through the situation you were in.
His actions were more impatient now, he was biting harder, wanting to draw blood from your lips, wanting to taste it.
His hand landed on your thigh, slowly caressing it. You gripped his wrist before he could slide it up your skirt. You parted away from him, lips swollen, you mustered up a glare, but the haziness in your eyes prevented you from doing that. You wanted him to slide it up, you wanted him to take you right then and there, but you were also scared of what that would mean.
It was already bad that he had seen you cry, if he sees you naked, bare beneath him, then you couldn't turn back from that.
He sees the hesitation in the way your fingers trembled. "I need you, right now." He says with half-lidded eyes, clouded in lust. You contemplated for a moment, before loosening your grip on his wrist, he acted quickly. Slipping it up your skirt and pressing a palm on your clothed pussy. You buck your hips into his hand as you bit your knuckles to prevent any sound coming out of your throat.
He rips it away from your mouth, "let it all out princess," he practically growls. "I need everyone walking past to know who's making you feel good."
You let out a tiny whimper as he presses the bone of his palm to your clit, rubbing it in steady circles. You let out a long sigh, closing your eyes as you focus on how good you're feeling.
"That's it." He grins, repeating the pattern on your clit, "just let go, alright?"
He angles his hand, the pads of his fingers slowly rubbing your slit. He could feel the tip of his finger getting wet from your slick. He lights up seeing how wet you were already, "I haven't even touched you properly yet."
You roll your eyes, trying to maintain at least some kind of composure. Fighting the way your legs wanted to give out and collapse under him. The only way you were hoisting yourself up was the way you leaned against the wall.
The discomfort of the cloth between your flesh and his was preventing you form actually feeling him. He feels just the same as you did, wanting to shove your panties aside and plunge his fingers deep inside you.
Instead, he tugs on it. Letting go as and watching you flinch when the elastic band of your panties slap against you.
"You're so much prettier when you're falling apart." His other hand rides up your blouse, tugging your bra to the side and firmly grasping on your tit. You arch against him.
"I've-- ugh..- I've been falling apart."
"Yeah but never because of me." He retracts the hand that was massaging your tit, lowering it down between your thighs and in one swift motion, you hear a loud rip coming from beneath you. Your head snapped down, looking at him in disbelief when you realised he had fucking ripped your panties in half.
"Seongje what the fuck are you doi--" you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling his slim fingers enter your cunt. He's knuckles deep inside you now, adding another finger while curling it up, you arch even further when he reaches the sensitive spot inside of your gummy walls.
He pulls it out, before slamming it back in, maintaining the fast rhythm that he was going at. Your head drops down, hands clutching his forearms. His pride increasing the more he feels you clench around him. He hasn't even put his cock in you, and you're already trembling?
You groan when you felt his thumb rub steady figure eights on your clit. That mixed with the overwhelming feeling of his fingers folding inside you, slowly building up the pressure in your lower abdomen.
He could feel you were close to getting undone. Your pussy tightening around him even more, your moans were increasing, your hand let go of him and reached up to grip your hair.
"Just give it to me, yeah?" He dips his head down and snakes his tongue into your parted lips, your wet muscles dancing on each other while you reach closer to your release.
"I need to see you cum." He could feel his bulge growing harder in his pants the more he looks at your writhing face. Your brows furrowing as you focused on your pleasure. "Need to know how much of a slut you are for me."
His words made the walls of your cunt stutter around him. His pace falters for a second, his lips widening to a teasing smile. "You liked that?" He chuckles lowly.
"You like being degraded, don't you?" His head is by your neck now, licking and sucking hickeys on the nape of your throat. "Dirty girl."
His mouth is back on yours. A string of saliva connecting the both of you when he pulls away. Your lips were covered in his spit.
"I need you to cum around me baby." His voice dropped even further down somehow. You shut your eyes the second you felt your orgasm wash over you, your cum was practically dripping down his hand. Your pussy was clenching on nothing as he pulls his fingers out, he steadies his eye contact with you, bringing his hand up to his mouth and sucking on it.
He makes a show on dramatically moaning into his hand. "You taste so good." He grins at the way your head snaps away from his gaze in embarrassment. "Better than any of the lip glosses you've ever worn." He sucks on his fingers again, licking it clean, clean of your slick.
You didn't say anything, you didn't know what to say. He just fingered you, in public. God, you were probably moaning like a bitch in heat. You weren't too far from your neighbourhood too. You didn't want to embarrass yourself any more than you already are. He ripped your panties and fingered your pussy, and he's acting so much more normal than you are right now.
Your face was flushed, eyes half-lidded and lips wet and swollen. You were panting, both of your hands were clutching his jacket. Trying your best to avoid the intense gaze he was melting you with.
"Aw, she's all shy now?" He coos, he reaches up to caress the back of your scalp, redirecting your head to forcefully look at him. "But you were running your mouth so easily before." He tugs on your hair, forcing your head to completely focus on him. Only him.
"Look at me."
Your gaze drifts to his. His grin grows wider. The grip on your hair tightening only slightly, providing him restraint from just fucking you right here.
And he would, he wanted to feel you fall apart even further, this time, on his cock.
"Come home with me." Your eyes sharpen the moment he said that. Your lips part to speak, before you caught yourself between your words. You shook your head only slightly, uncomfortably so with the hand on your head. "My parents are-- are expecting me." Your voice came out soft.
You were mesmerised by the way the street light illuminated on his face, the yellow light accentuating the shadows of his features. The more you looked at him, the prettier he became.
"They can wait," he mutters before leaning his head back down and brought his lips back to yours, kissing you passionately.
He pulled himself back before it had gotten too heated again.
"I want to feel you." You didn't have time to respond, letting out a yelp when he bends down to hook an arm over the back of your knees, your own instinctively tossing itself around his shoulders as he carried you between his arms.
"What the hell are you doing." Your words came out more as a statement rather than a question. You could feel his erection through the way your hips would rub against him. Not wanting to point it out, not knowing how to point it out.
"I'm making sure I don't fuck you in the middle of that alleyway."
ـــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ
Your head spun when your back hit the mattress of Seongje's room.
He kneeled in front of you, staring you down, eyeing you like prey. He wanted to ravage you right now, you were truly beautiful under him. He wanted to see you fall apart.
"I should've done this sooner." He groans, caging you between his arms, his hands on each ≠the mattress on each side of your head. You looked up at him, your eyes and mind hazy from the amount of times he had stopped walking just to take you into his mouth.
"Why didn't you?" You were challenging him again, not sure where you got the confidence to do so, given the fact that you were quiet almost the entire time he walked to where he lived.
He paused for a moment, eyes drifting down to your unbuttoned blouse, his hand reaching to pop off the last few buttons, exposing your chest.
"That doesn't matter." He sits up a bit, hastily shoving the blouse off of your torso, tossing it to whichever direction behind him. "I have you now." He reaches to your bra strap, sliding it off of your shoulders and guiding his fingers to unclasp it.
You shudder at the way the cool air hits your exposed breasts. Your head shying away from him once you realise how vulnerable you felt beneath him. Your hands reaching for his just to stabilise yourself.
"Save the embarrassment for after I actually fuck you." His hands slide away form yours for a split second, he leans back and frantically unbuckles his belt, wanting nothing more but to feel you already.
He chucks his belt elsewhere, when he dives down to your still bare cunt, your ripped panties are still bunched up on your thighs, he leans down and licks a fat stripe from the bottom of your folds up to your clit. He lets out a loud moan after he tastes you.
"Taste so much better straight from your pussy, baby." He whispers, the vibrations from his voice shooting through your body, causing you to let out a breathy moan.
He laps at your cunt, licking up and down at your folds, before pushing past it and shoving his tongue inside your hole. He pushes in and out of you. His hands work down to unzip his jeans, grinding onto the mattress when he parts from between your thighs to pull down his pants. Leaving him with his boxers. He takes off his shirt along with his pants, not missing the way your eyes linger on the muscles of his figure.
He smirks down at you, grabbing you by your legs and dragging you against him. Pressing his hips flush to your pussy, you felt his clothed erection rub against your clit. Without thinking, you hoist yourself up on your elbow, extending your arm and tugging on the waistband of his boxers.
"Why don't you take this off and fuck me properly then?" You're not sure where you had gotten the sudden confidence. Seongje was also taken aback, looking down at you in mild shock, before gripping on your hips even tighter and slamming you against him.
He smirks widely, the corners of his lips stretching all the way to the edge of his cheek. "There she is."
He spreads your thighs wider apart. Basically ripping off his boxers and aligning himself with you. Your eyes widen only slightly when you see the sheer size of him. You've taken dick before, you've even seen dick bigger than the average. Seongje, however, he had a certain thickness to it that you had never seen before, he had an upwards curve and his tip was flush pink. You could already see the way it glistened with his pre-cum.
He seemed to notice the way you were focused on his dick, his chest swelling up in pride as he seemingly knew what you were thinking about.
"Needy for me, aren't you?"
Slowly-- and very slowly --he inched his tip inside you, your thighs clenching in the way it prodded at your hole. "You're so tense." He whispers, his voice dropping, "just relax."
Oh but how could you relax? He was nearly splitting you in half. You could feel every inch of his thick cock as it slides in your wet, tight, cunt. You unconsciously spread your thighs even wider apart, your eyes threatening to squeeze shut to compose yourself from the unbearable stretch he was causing you to feel.
"Oh no no no," he chuckled, tapping your forehead with his index finger, making you look up at him. "Don't do that cutie" he tells you softly, as if he was trying to be gentle, though there was nothing gentle with the way he has you caged in his arms right now. Nor the way his eyes were devouring you in ways he physically won't be able to.
"Just keep your eyes on me." Before you knew it, he was fully inside you, his cock burying you to your hilt, it was almost like you could feel his tip kissing your womb. The stretch was painfully amazing. The sting of it making you clench even harder. He grinds his hips so deep that you could feel the way his balls rest against your ass.
He groans the second he sinks in to you, "didn't think you'd be this tight." He laughs, head slumping down, ogling at the way your tits were sitting right in front of him, he takes a few deep breath, before moving his hips back to pull out his dick, leaving only his tips past your folds. "You flirt with almost every guy in school--"
He slams down, your back arches off of the bed, your arms reach around to grip on something-- anything-- to prevent yourself from letting your mind drift too far. "Is it that you've never fucked any of them?" He pulls himself out again, leaving only half of his cock inside, he pushes himself up, hooking his arms under you, squeezing your ass when he brings your hips up with him.
He slams down into you again, angling his hips so he could feel your cervix reaching his tip. "Or were they all so small you couldn't feel anything, huh?" He pulls his one arm away from you, reaching to your stomach and pressed down on the evident bulge poking out through the stretch of your skin. You moaned at the way he felt so deliciously uncomfortable when you felt his dick push harder down inside you.
He started to grind his hips in and out and in and out. Picking up his pace once he get comfortable at the way your walls are hugging him. You felt every vein grazing the inside of your cunt, rubbing on the spongey spot in your cunt.
"mm-- ah- oh god." You reach to the pillow behind you, muffling out the noises slipping through your mouth. Seongje didn't like that, he wanted to hear you, he wanted to own every sense of you; your noises, how you felt, how you tasted, hell-- even how you smell.
He grips the sides of your face away from the pillow, he forces you to look at him, "hiding away form me?" His hips were meeting yours with every thrust, "but you were running your mouth so confidently before."
You clutched the sheets behind you, your thighs clenching Seongje's hips as you felt your own grow sore with the position he was pulling you in. Though, you didn't have to hoist your own body upwards, not with the way he was holding you up to meet him.
Moans and sighs of his name leave slip from your tongue.
"That's right baby, just keep on moaning my name for me." His eyes close shut, the rhythm in his hips stuttering ever so slightly once he realises how close he is. Your wet, velvety walls were caressing him so nicely.
He felt so warm, so snug and tight. The way you were hugging him gave him a pleasure that no meaningless hook up could ever give him. There was a connection, emotionally speaking. He had pried his way to your heart and it seems like you were doing the same to him.
"Seongje! I-- hah, I'm close..--" You whined, thrashing around beneath him, he holds your hips in place, "stop moving." He focused on your release, wanting to make you cum around him, wanting you to suck in his dick like you needed it.
And you did, with a high pitched moan, you came around him, pussy clenching his cock even tighter, like you didn't want him to pull out.
He won't be pulling out any time soon.
He speeds up, creamy slick forming around the base of his cock. He swipes it with his finger, leaning slouching down and forcing his fingers in your mouth. You take him in easily, sucking on the two of his digits, tasting a mix of you and his pre-cum.
"You taste that?"
You meekly nod, his hand moving with every bob of your head, "that's us." He smiles, a crazy tint in his eyes, reflecting possession. The way you opened your mouth willingly, like you had already accepted that you were his.
"God." He whispers softly, feeling his high coming close with every grind of his hips, "I'm gonna cum in you cutie." He moans in your ear, relishing in the way your mouth curved in embarrassment. Or maybe it was pain, he's rubbing your clit violently now, your entire body spasming in overstimulation.
"I'm gonna paint you white, you want that? Hm?" His spit-coated hand slides up and down your cheek, "want me to breed you good?" He growls out a chuckle, tongue slipping past his lips and licking on yours.
You couldn't let out a word, your pussy already feeling sore and puffy, your legs probably had bruises with the way his hands had gripped on them. Your hips were probably bruised as well, matching the forming bruises on his own hips.
He lands a light slap on your face, snapping you out of the state of pure bliss you were wandering off to. "Nngh-- yes.. please-- oh!" You clutched your eyes shut, unable to handle the overwhelming pleasure forming beneath your thighs.
"That's it, just keep begging like that princess, I'll give you what you want." And with a final trust, he spurts his cum inside you, the sheer amount of it causing some of it to spill out of your stuffed hole. You felt full, full of him.
The both of you were panting in the same beat, breaths mixing with each other when he pushes his lips against yours, tongue fighting with your tired one. He lets go of yur thighs, and it falls down on his bed with an echoing thud. You let go of the bedsheet between your palms, darting up to clutch on his hair.
Somehow, strangely, and unbelievably so, the kisses that he had trailed down your neck were gentle. You'd describe it as almost lovingly, romantic even.
"Holy shit princess," he breaths out on your skin, you shuddered at the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the cold atmosphere of his room.
"I think I like you." He lazily grins up at you, biting his lip when he sees the red and swollen features on your face.
You look down at him, catching your breath and trying not to focue on the fact that he was still inside you,
"You.." you cut yourself off, catching your breath, trying to find the words, he looks at you expectingly, "you don't like me, Seongje." His eyes widen only slightly, if you weren't paying attention, then you wouldn't've noticed the shock on his face.
"You're just obsessed with me."
"Then let me be obsessed with you" He props himself up with his arms, "you'll learn to want me eventually."
You paused for a moment, wondering if he was even worth the words you were thinking.
"I do."
He lights up, locking eyes with you. You could feel him slowly harden inside you.
an. wooh... might do one with hyuntak after this. this is so fucking nasty but i hope u guys like my hcs 😵💫😵💫
cw. smut, 18+ mdni. seongje is a sadist choking, slapping, dumbification, semi-public sex, so much cum, seongje records u during sex, mentions of sa, sex toys, face riding, mean seongje but he's soft sometimes i am probably missing more im so sorry..
playing. killshot (slowed + reverb) by magdalena bay
wc. 4.6k lawd what the fukkkk...
a = aftercare (what they're like after sex)
you always finish first, no question, but immediately after he cums . . . he gets super fuckin' clingy. grips you tighter, pulls you into his arms while he catches his breath. you hear him panting in your ear, cock still buried inside. can't waste any of his cum, he says.
"don't fucking move," seongje's muttering into your ear. you have no choice but to stay where you are anyway, his arms always wrapped around your waist or on your hips, making sure you don't worm your way off of his dick.
gets you a towel to clean you up after he's sure you won't leak like a broken faucet. doesn't speak, but the look in his eyes tells you to stay in bed. it's kind of embarrassing laying limp and naked while seongje wipes you clean, but he presses a kiss to your forehead to make up for the feeling.
lights a cigarette up while sitting at the edge of the bed, half-lidded eyes admiring your glistening body. the room smelled like sex and nicotine addiction — typical when you make love with geum seongje.
after he finishes a stick, he's quick to lift you off the bed (you're always too exhausted to get up) and carry you to the bathroom. would definitely wash your hair in the shower and kiss the back of your neck while you rinse the conditioner out, almost leads to round 2. . .
words were rarely exchanged between the two of you after having sex. he's tired, alway running his mouth while pounding into you — he needs time to rest his vocal cords too, after the fact. doesn't miss the "i love you" before he falls asleep, though.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
seongje's very proud of his chest, back and arms. always flexing in the mirror after the most mind-blowing sex of his life with you — scratches littered all against his skin, wears that shit like a medal of honour. never ashamed to ask you to scratch harder, bite him. he finds something so sexy about you marking him, and he's very happy to provide something you can claw your nails into when you're so cock-drunk.
outside of the bedroom, he's very confident in his fighting ability thanks to those muscle groups. he hits like a truck and could tank a hard punch, so it's not a surprise seongje's always skipping to the gym when it's chest or back day — you never complain because he's always sending you videos to show off.
you roll your eyes when he sends you five 30 second videos consecutively, but your fingers are instinctively clicking the 'Add to Album' button.
his favourite body part of yours has to be ass or thighs, neck and collarbone. very big on marking, likes to leave big bite marks, hickeys, bruises. . . turns him on seeing one peek out from your shirt or shorts when you bend over or stretch. sometimes, he can't help but snicker when the people at the bowling alley ask concerned questions, asking you what happened — he watches your face flush and your eyes dart elsewhere — so shy that it makes his dick strain against his briefs.
don't know if it counts but he likes the way your spine arches when he has you doggy style, and when the fat of your ass is perfectly rounded for him to smack and play with. every time you have sex, it's like painting a beautiful piece with his hands, your body is his canvas.
c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
absolutely seethes with anger when you 'waste' his cum. slaps you when you decide to be a brat and spit it out when you suck him off, eyebrows furrowing as his hands grab hold of your jaw and give you a warning look. "i told you to fucking swallow."
his favourite place to cum is inside of you. mouth or pussy, doesn't care as long as you take like a good girl. if it's too risky, he'll be a little less happy but still content with cumming on your belly — specifically below your belly button — or all over your ass. when you give him a blow job, likes to cum on your face if you're not swallowing.
as for you, seongje is absolutely ecstatic for you to cum anywhere on him: but there was one time you suggested riding his face. . . he couldn't move on from that. he had you squirming on top of him as he tongue fucked you till' oblivion, blurry vision and all. your legs open access to him, rough palms spreading your thighs wider and digging into the soft flesh — his favourite parts of you were literally in his face. whew, once he added a finger or two, you were cumming in his mouth and all over his tongue and chin.
safe to say he drank that shit up like it was his death row meal. seongje always asks you to ride his face at least once before he fucks you properly — he claims it's extra lubrication, but you know from the way he licks your slick off his fingers after that it's for satiating his own sinful hunger.
d = dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
it's not a secret that geum seongje touches himself to your pictures now, but he would never admit that he'd been doing that looong before you got together.
there was a brief period of time where you and seongje wouldn't get along. he was teasing you all the time, he hated all your dumb friends, and he'd beaten up most of your dates before they could call you back. you cried so hard when you realised he was the reason everyone in the neighbourhood was talking about you being his personal toy, avoiding you like the plague.
"fuck, seongje, you can't just do that to people!"
he replayed that scene in his head so many times. in his bed, in the shower, anywhere private when he was pent up at the fact that he couldn't have you and someone else did. seongje felt guilty at first that it turned him on, your tear-stained face and strained voice. . . but he really couldn't stop. he knows he hurt you immensely that night, but he found himself reimagining that same face while you were bent over for him.
"fuuck, jus' like that. . ." seongje mutters to himself. the shower is steamy, his mind hazy. the water runs down his back as he leans back onto the tiled wall, head thrown back in pleasure.
geum seongje stroked himself slowly, thumb swiping across his tip in a desperate attempt to visualise how you'd do it for him. the following evening, he's knocking at your door to apologise for being an ass and making you cry.
won't apologise for cumming extra hard, though. no, he had to thank you for that. . . one day!
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
not experienced in making love, but knows how to fuck. pounds into you like you're a whore he won't see tomorrow morning, but it was awkward at first because he had no idea how to talk you through it. literally has all the technical skill but is lacking in showing his passion lol
seongje was usually used to one night stands, quickies with girls who were just desperate to get a taste. they never asked for more than what they got because, in all honesty, seeing geum seongje shirtless was enough for them to have the best orgasm of their life. seongje would definitely be quiet, an occasional grunt here and there and then they're out.
the first time you two made love, he thinks something flipped a switch inside him when you muttered an 'i love you' into his ear. seongje could've cum right then and there, your sweet voice and soft volume making him press the sloppiest kiss to your lips. when he's close, his forehead is pressed against yours and he's saying your name like a prayer.
he'd never kissed a girl, to be truthful. you giggle when your teeth clash, and he feels butterflies infest his insides like he'd just seen an angel.
gets better at talking and showing his feelings the more you two have sex. sweet boy. . . :,)
f = favourite position (this goes without saying)
missionary. likes to kiss your tears away, lick your tears off your cheeks like the freak he is. seongje is awfully amused when watching your facial expressions, studying your reactions as it's contorting from pleasure. uses it to his advantage to see what pace gets you cumming the fastest and what words make you start to cry.
your lips look so plush as you moan his name, eyes struggling to meet his in the flustered state you're in. especially enjoys watching you struggle to take him in fully when he's pushing his cock into you, tears pricking your waterline and rolling in horizontal streaks down your face and into your hair.
mocks your facial expressions sometimes. he gets really mean.
second favourite position has to be doggy (aforementioned): likes to watch you arch your back, stretching like a cat after waking up from a nap — his eyes are locked on your ass jiggling most of the time, though.
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.
you can't really tell with this man. . . it's not uncommon for him to be teasing you and laughing during the act, but he can get really serious especially when he's close to cumming. the first time he told you to swallow his cum, you thought he was kidding — you spat it out as a little joke, but you felt your pussy throb when his hands landed a harsh smack against your cheek.
seongje sees sex as a way to bond with you. doesn't mind if it's not as passionate or serious as other days, sometimes he just likes to be inside of you to feel close — cockwarm him while he games and he'll put a ring on it.
if the mood that evening calls for it, seongje's more than capable. really depends on the context and how needy you two are to chase that high together.
h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
seongje likes to keep it trimmed, but finds it strange to shave it all off completely. it's quite surprising as the hair on his head is a little too long to most people's standards, but he is very proud of his body and does not hesitate to keep it in a state where he finds it neat and easy to manage.
oh, and he once joked that it'd tickle your nose if it's too long, so he kindaaa does it for your sake too. how romantic.
i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
his degrading words might not speak it, but his touches are far too clingy not to be considered sappy. in missionary, he likes to hold onto your jaw and kiss you nice and slow as he ruts into you — while he calls you a slut, his eyes dilate as they look into yours. if you focused hard enough, you swear you could see little hearts in his pupils.
he always makes sure you cum first. never hurts you more than you can take, emphasises a safe word so much that you roll your eyes every time he asks you what it is before tearing the clothes off your body. tells you he loves you when he cums, no matter how angry he is — even if it was the nastiest sex of his life, seongje never fails to treat you like precious porcelain after the deed.
perhaps it's the fact that you trust geum seongje with your life and he trusts his most darkest parts of yours that the sex is so good. the fact that you know about all the fucked up things he's done, and still offer yourself fully to him — it makes him want to love you and make love to you like it's his last day alive.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
his favourite place to masturbate is his bedroom. quiet, dark, his cigarettes right next to him in his bedside drawer. keeps a polaroid of you naked in his wallet that he's not ashamed to cum to, but also likes to scroll through his private album of your nudes. does it more often when you're busy studying and he hasn't seen you in days, and almost always sends a photo of the aftermath to you — cum on his stomach and all.
if you're lucky and seongje texts you before he cums, he doesn't hesitate to send a video: only on the condition that you send something back.
seongje also definitely groans when he jerks off alone. . . head thrown back, abs tensing as he approaches his climax. you know because you've caught him in the act when you dropped by his apartment after your mock tests.
a nice surprise for him, obviously.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
sadist in general: seeing you cry is definitely on top, to be specific. he likes being the one to cause the tears be the one to wipe them away. marking, choking, slapping, degrading. . . fucking loves when you act like a brat because he has an excuse to do all those things to you. mocks your crying and whining when you beg for him to be more gentle, that sinful grin on his face as his hands squeeze around your neck.
very big on fucking you stupid. loves to watch you try string words together in a pathetic attempt, only to babble nonsense as he's hammering into you. sometimes, he even laughs in your face.
+ likes to see you resist before you give in. seongje never likes his rewards come easy.
"pretending to hate it isn't gonna help," he spits before his fingers move up to your jaw, tight grip forcing you to make eye contact with him. "can feel you squeezin' every time i slap you."
he likes tying you up as well sometimes, specifically with his belt. likes to see the lines it leaves on your ass when he spanks you with it, too.
+ gets him hard as a rock when you leave your panties on when you fuck him. push it to the side and he's literally done for.
l = location (favorite places to do the deed)
his bedroom. it's intimate, private and quiet, perfect for only focusing on you. his ears pick up on every wet slap, every moan that slips from your pretty lips — and he likes the smell you leave on his sheets when you lay in them.
though, he gets hard at the idea of fucking you in a public bathroom. the semi-privacy of it all stirs something in him.
seongje's dragged you into the bathroom at a house party of baekjin's before, but some fucker decided he wanted his nose broken and started pounding at the door. the furthest you two got was seongje's fingers inside of you while you were bent over the sink, but he definitely makes it a point to attempt it again sometime in the future.
m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
you existing is already enough for him, that horny bastard — but if he were to really get specific, he thinks it's when you're upset with him that he gets the hardest. seongje looooves seeing that look of embarrassment on your face, it makes his cock twitch.
it doesn't even have to be a full-blown argument. you just have to be somewhat irritated or annoyed with him, or sulking. you could be crying, too. seongje is a sadistic guy, so it's no surprise that he likes to play with his toys a little before indulging.
of course, he's not an asshole and forces you to have sex when you're actually angry. it's limited to a very specific scenario, which happens too often: seongje likes to tease, and you happen to be very sensitive to his little jokes. he always promises to make it up to you by letting you cum all over him, so your feeling of humiliation only fades as he begins to peel off your clothes.
n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
don't call him daddy. he finds it cringe and he thinks he'd go soft immediately upon hearing it.
+ while he likes to see you fight back and resist him, seongje hates the idea of cnc.
he hates playing the role of someone who could hurt you — it makes his stomach twist at the fact that if he can't protect you well enough, this could be something that'll happen to you. because of this, he places very strong emphasis on consent — he wants to hear that "yes, i want you" falling from your lips before he touches you, no matter how hard you fight him before that.
again, reminds you of the safe word before you two have sex. he can't risk hurting you in a way that could scar you after learning for himself that sex was such an intimate thing.
and don't touch his butthole.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
prefers receiving, of course. . . but he isn't lacking in the eater department, either. mentioned before that he loves having you ride his face, but he doesn't think anything can beat watching your pretty lips wrap around his tip and move down his length. fucking loves when you swipe your tongue on his tip, makes his thigh twitch at the adorable sight.
he also thinks it's the most convenient for a quick fix. all you have to do is kneel, and there you go — he supposes he could do the same, but he complains when he can't pry your legs wide enough to shove his tongue inside of you — like how he usually does in the bedroom. that's usually why he settles for fingering you when you're not in vicinity of a bed.
seongje likes to think he makes you feel good when he eats you out. half lidded eyes looking up at your pretty face, letting out the sweetest moans that make his hips buck into the air or against the mattress — depending on whether you ride his face or you're laid down. your thighs are shaking, slick coating his chin in your liquids: seongje is so pussy drunk that he doesn't realise you've cum for the 3rd time, and that it will soon be your 4th.
p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
depends on his mood.
in the beginning of your relationship, it used to be fast and rough — but seongje slowly started to realise he enjoyed savouring you in slow strokes, figuring he can enjoy the moment a little longer. likes to tease, make you beg for more while he watches you fuck yourself against him. it's also easier for him to understand what exactly gets you cumming the fastest, able to study your reactions much more effectively.
definitely speeds up when he's close, thrusts get harsher and the slapping of skin gets louder.
seongje doesn't hesitate to be rough on the days where he's pent up, angry at you or some random idiot from the union — uses you like his personal fucktoy, hands slamming you against his hips while you scream for him to slow down. big fan of angry/jealousy sex.
"s-shit — you crying?" he snickers before licking a stripe of your cheek, tasting your salty tears that seem all too sweet for him; "ooh, should've considered the consequences before you smiled at that guy."
"i-i'm sorry, seongje, he was just a friend—"
"you don't smile like that at friends, do you?" he says in a husky, low groan before you're clenching around his cock, nails digging into his trapezius, clinging on for dear life as your vision goes starry.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
seongje fucking loooves quickies. something about fucking into you like an animal, desperate for relief — knowing him, it's probably in some public area. grabs your wrist and drags you into a somewhat secluded place (alleyway, bathroom, random storage closet in school) and words are barely exchanged before he's slipping your panties down your legs and unbuckling his belt.
he doesn't really plan how often to have quickies as they're spontaneous most of the time, but you usually find yourself having them at least twice a week. lately, he's been really into alleyways: there's specific spots near the bowling alley or behind the internet café. he says it's convenient because he can quickly get back to work.
how hardworking of your boyfriend! you had to give him some credit for that.
r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
yeah, this freak definitely loves to experiment. . . would be down to try anything (other than the ones mentioned in N). biggest risk he's taken (and also hottest one) was fucking you in na baekjin's office — shit, you remember how he was rutting into you like that door would burst open any moment. you remember hearing knocking at the door, seongje's mouth instinctively covering your mouth to muffle your sounds — all while soft slapping sounds of skin echoed and bounced off the concrete walls.
"seongje," you recognise dongha's voice from across the door. "some eunjang kid is here to see you."
"o-oh, fuck," he groans softly, half-hoping nobody outside the room could hear the sinful sounds coming from you two. "yeah, shit, give me a fucking minute."
"fuck, what're you doing in there, bro?"
his hand slips from your mouth as it flies back to your waist, your walls clenching around him that signal you were going to cum soon. seongje doesn't care for an audience anymore, slamming your hips backwards to meet his in the chase for your orgasm. "o-oh fuck, seongje!" you moan, and he can't help but laugh out loud at the comedic timing.
"can't you use your fucking brain, dongha?" he yells in reply, and smiles when he hears his friend's response:
"well, damn. . ." before the sounds of footsteps fade.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
if seongje can beat up a whole gang of guys, he's definitely got the ability to fuck you with the stamina of 10 men. that doesn't mean he's not exhausted by the end, though. all his energy is poured into making you feel good before he thinks about his own pleasure — always so set on making sure you're nice and wet (and stupid) before seongje even unzips his pants.
each round probably lasts from 10 to 15 minutes. if he's really needy, probably around 10 minutes. don't test him because he's very capable in delaying his orgasm well over 30.
it doesn't matter for you, though, because you're always cumming in sub 10. the only thing that varies on your end is how many times you cum before he does. seongje likes to joke that with every time he cums, you've probably already done so thrice.
t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
seongje bought a vibrator once, just to see how you'd react to him whipping it out of his pocket. it's a tiny thing, but the reaction it got from you and your body had him awestruck.
since then he'd been 'researching' what other kinds of vibrators there were on the market. he considered buying that remote controlled one — he'd have the app on his phone and randomly play around with the settings, watching you squirm in response. you never said no, so he's very set on his plan of taking you out on a date and testing the app's (and yours) limits.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
must i say it. . . seongje loves pissing you off. not gonna say much as i think i've elaborated a fair bit on this but i think we all know how much of an annoying bitch he is during sex and how much it makes his cock twitch.
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
not much of a whiner or moaner. grunts and groans, mostly dirty talk or heavy breathing. seongje doesn't give two shits if anyone hears him, so he's very vocal when he does talk or make any sound. he's not ashamed of letting people know how good you make him feel, but is a little more protective when it comes to your sounds. he hates the idea of sharing his goodies.
w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
seongje loves head from under the desk, especially when he's gaming. he jokes that it makes him perform better, but once he gets close: he'll pause the game and start shoving your head down to meet the back of your throat.
he's never finished a game with you kneeling between his legs, but he thinks it's a fair trade.
+ loves to record you with his phone. has a dedicated album with a password that he looks through when he misses you, filled with voice notes, videos, pictures. remembers specific timestamps for each video, when you cum, when you cum for the second time, when you scream his name, when you change positions. . . you're his personal pornstar and he's an addict — he hopes you'll never break up so he has an excuse to keep a chronological record of sex tapes.
x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
slight curve to the left. tip colour #EE9F989. well trimmed hair, length around 8.2in. your thumb barely meets your index when wrapped around it. fluid is #F7F5E7. flavour is slightly salty. two distinct veins, one running down the left side and a thicker from the base.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
somewhat high, but he's able to suppress his urges very well despite his temperamental attitude. understands when you're too busy to fulfil his needs, so he shrugs it off and just jerks off to a voice note of you touching yourself or a sex tape he recorded on his phone, depending on how needy he is.
+ sends you a nice video when you finally text him back, and you can hear him muttering your name faintly in the background.
z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
as mentioned before, he channels all his energy into making you cum first, and cum hard. multiple times before he does.
this usually means he's way more tired than you by the end of it. knowing him, he's going multiple rounds, so he's quick to clean you two up after it's done and head straight to bed.
likes to rest his head against your chest and hear your heartbeat as he's falling asleep. personal lullaby, he says. seongje loves hearing your soft breathing before he dozes off, hands pulling your warm body impossibly closer — gets very cranky if he wakes up and sees you gone from his side, so don't think about getting up from bed until he does.
"i love you, [name]," he mutters softly into the crook of your neck, warm breath tickling you — it earns a giggle from your lips, your fingers running through his soft hair. you're sure seongje's knocked out cold by the time you reply, "i love you more, seongje."
oh i miss my lee junyoung so much. is anyone ordering the last dance ep... i really want that polaroid 😵💫
summary 𑣲 it started with him jerking off to your instagram stories. yeon sieun never would’ve known it would turn into sex. you’re his tutor after all.
pairing 𑣲 yeon sieun x fem!reader
warnings 𑣲 smut, reader is more dominant, reader loves sieun's eyes, he eats her out, jealous!sieun cowgirl, sieun whimpers hehe enjoy!!
word count 𑣲 3k
𑣲 part 2
Sieun never knew how much he liked to be coddled with affirmations. At first, he hated it. The words his tutor from the year above (you) would tell him—how smart he is, how well he did on that test with that sweet tone of yours and how he makes you so, so proud of him.
He didn't feel comfortable enough to tell you to stop talking to him like that. Because, in his eyes, there was nothing wrong with what you were saying. You never laid it on too thick, only gave it to him when he was good.
It's a him issue. He knows he's good at school, he's always been due to extreme pressure from his mother. But when you'd tutor him, it'd never be about getting into university, choosing the right career path and his future. You'd just help him with his subject, correct him and leave with that same pretty smile you'd always give him. You did an adequate job as a tutor. You'd see each other at school the next day, but it was merely an acknowledgement before you're whisked away by your popular friends.
He's sure you have other people to tutor. What's going on between the two of you isn't exclusive or hidden. It was just a give and take. You tutor him, his mom pays you. Nothing more, nothing less.
So, why does Sieun stalk your Instagram from an anonymous account? Think about your whereabouts in those Instagram stories of yours? If you're home safe?
One day, he'd opened your Instagram story two hours after your session and stared at it for a good thirty minutes. You looked incredible. Pretty smile, pretty hair and a dress that covered just enough. He'd zoomed in on your chest before catching himself on what he was doing.
He threw his phone across his bed, knowing this is a territory he shouldn't enter. But the curiosity in him caused him to retrieve his phone back. With a deep breath, he had zoomed in on your chest again, feeling something hard hit the back of his phone case.
Let's just say he lasted two minutes at the idea of you.
Never again, he told himself.
That didn't last either.
The restraint he built himself cut loose almost immediately the next night when you posted an even more revealing photo.
It was like you were begging for someone to fuck you. He wondered if anyone has. The thought it annoyed him. Is it so bad he wants you all to himself? Be the only person to see these photos? Why does your Instagram audience of 1000 followers have to see it too?
Today, you were coming over to tutor him. He waited anxiously in his room, trying to build that wall of restraint again before you came. He needs to act normal, act like he didn't see you flash your entire chest to the world. Act like he didn't fuck himself to you.
His mom opens his door, you standing brightly with a smile next to her.
"Will be home late tonight, Sieun. Get to bed on time," his mom instructs.
He nods once, avoiding eye contact with you.
His mom leaves and you settle on the extra chair beside him, smelling like fresh, dried laundry. Sieun sniffs your air quietly.
"Hi, Sieun," you greet, facing him with a smile. "Did you get your midterm results? Should we start with that?"
"Okay," he replies.
He digs through his bag, fishing out his math paper for you.
"Oh, 95%?! That's really good. Good job, Sieun," you awe, flipping through the test.
He takes the time to stare at your face. Light makeup, hair done to perfection. Your neck...a purple mark catches his eye. It's concealed by makeup, but your neck catches the light at the perfect angle, revealing it.
Disappointment fills him. Who'd taint you like that? Why would you allow someone to mark your pretty skin like that? Why is it not him?
"So, do you understand what I said?" you ask.
He snaps back into reality. You're pointing at the last question, where he'd lost his 5%. That 5% barely matters to him right now.
He just nods.
"Should we do similar questions?" you ask him. "Until you get it."
"Okay."
"...are you okay?" you say.
He glances down at your neck one more time. It's a mistake. He didn't mean to.
You catch him this time. Puzzled, at first, Then, understanding.
"I thought I hid it well," you laugh awkwardly, flushing.
He blinks at you, "You didn't."
"Sorry," you apologise. "It shouldn't interrupt our work though. So—"
"How does it get that big?" he interrupts you.
It's your turn to pause.
"W-What? Are you interested in my personal life?" you chuckle. "This is new."
"No."
"Then, why ask?" you press.
"Curious," he simply answer.
You raise a brow, "Have you not gotten a hickey before? This is like average-sized."
Sieun doesn't like how casually you're talking about this. Like you do this every day, see other guys after your tutoring session with him. It irritates him. He grips his pen tighter, "Who was it?"
"What's with the questions?" you scoff, flipping your hair. "Jealous?"
You ask it as a joke, but the way he doesn't respond afterwards gives you everything you needed to know. It opens your eyes to Sieun, it really does.
He'd been just a job all this while. Sure, you thought he was a little strange with how eerily quiet he was. But you didn't mind it. He's an excellent student and does as you say. He's kind of cute too. The thought of him getting jealous about a hickey makes your stomach flip. You'd never seen him like that.
Had he been interested in you all this while?
"You're joking right now," you breathe out. "How long?"
"Nothing," he shakes his head, turning back to his desk.
You haven't moved from your position, frozen in shock.
"It's not nothing," you argue softly. "Do you like me?"
"No."
You move closer to him, wanting to unearth the answer. With your lips by his ear, you say, "Tell me the truth."
Sieun pauses, then, turns to you, "...why does it matter to you? You have guys lined up just for you."
"You do matter to me," you say, running a hand up his arm. He tenses under your touch, "You've always been a good student to tutor. You've been good to me. Shouldn't I be good to you too?"
Sieun blinks into your eyes, licks his lips. His eyes are round, sincere, as if he's giving his heart out on a plate to you. He mumbles your name, the softest of tones.
"Tell me, baby," you mutter. "Did I hurt you? Want me to make it up to you?"
"I...stop talking to me like that," he responds, flustered.
He refuses it, but his eyes tell a different story. Filled with depth and rage, confusing him. You want to make it right to him.
The eye contact maintains between the two of you, held in silence.
Your eyes dip down to his lips. Plump, slightly chapped from the bad habit he has of biting it.
You force yourself into his space, closing the distance with a soft peck. He stills, holding your arms by your side. You pull your lips back, foreheads touching. A small smirk curls at the end of your lips. He gasps, "We shouldn't be doing this."
"No, we shouldn't—"
He closes the gap between your lips, pressing your lips with the softest of kisses. It's a flutter on your skin. Innocent, fragile—makes you want to take it from him even more.
"Let me take care of you," you tell him. "Will you? I'll be so good to you."
He looks into your eyes, the troublesome smile on your face. The pool at your core deepens at the sight of his eyes, unearthing your deepest fantasies. Maybe there were a couple of fleeting thoughts during your tutoring sessions that you thought about how good he'd look between your legs. You'd always keep them in check, tell yourself you were working. Maybe you didn't have to keep them in check anymore.
"Yes," he answers after a beat, hot breath fanning onto your lips. "I want you too."
"Good," you answer and kiss him again.
You melt into the kiss, practically over at his chair with your hands gripping the tufts of the ebony hair. Sieun's hands travels to your waist, rubbing it painfully slowly.
You kiss down his neck, earning a low whimper from him.
"That feels good," he comments.
"Does it? Want me to leave a hickey?" you ask, looking up at him.
He gulps, "Will it hurt?"
"It will. Do you trust me?"
Sieun nods, "Okay."
You pick a spot on the column of his neck, rubbing it with a finger. You lubricate over it with your tongue before sinking your teeth into it. Hard. He hisses. Sieun holds your hair, gripping it.
"It hurts," he mutters.
You pat his shoulders, signalling that it'll be done soon. Once you're satisfied, you pull out.
"Fuck, it's big," you giggle softly, thumbing it.
Sieun thumbs the bruise.
"Don't let your mom see," you tease.
He blinks at you, "I want to eat it."
You laugh at his blatantness, "What?"
He looks down at your jeans and then, back up at you. You squeeze your thighs together. Fuck, those eyes are magical.
"Can I?" he asks.
"Y-Yeah," you nod. "You can."
You unbutton your jeans and pull them down with your panties. You scoot down on your chair and spread open your legs. Sieun gets up from his chair and sinks between your legs. That action alone wets you more.
His eyes widen slightly at your pussy.
"Wow," he mumbles.
"You can touch it, you know?" you say.
The wonder in his eyes trail up to yours. He stares for a good few seconds. Then, looks back down. He kneels with both knees and palms your inner thighs. You sigh at the tingle.
Sieun leans in, licking a strip up your pussy. You clench, "Mmmf, yes. Keep go—oh, shit!"
He finds your clit perfectly, lapping his tongue over it. You arch your back. Your hold onto the arms of your chair, feeling your body come alight. Sieun doesn't stop, making out with your clit as your thighs squeeze his face shut into them.
It's like he's done this before. Practiced, even. You didn't know he was this good.
You begin grinding your pussy on his face, that same ring leaving your mouth at the pleasure. Your eyes shut, head snapped back at the start of the chair.
You make the mistake of looking down.
Yeon Sieun, nose and mouth slicked with your juices, watching your every reaction with those pitiful eyes of his. As if he was begging you, begging you so hard to tell him how good he was doing, how good he was making you feel.
Your pussy clenches as you look down at your eater. Doing all that hard work to make you cum.
Who are you to deny him that?
"You're doing so good, baby," you moan sweetly, reaching down to grab his hair. Instantly, he pushes into his pussy even more, tries even hard, like he loves to hear it. "Yeah? Is that what you wanted to hear? How fucking good you are."
He nods, letting out a strangled whimper against your pussy. He blinks up at you, eyebrows raised, eyes growing bigger, sparkling under the light.
"Keep looking at me like that and I'll cum in your face," you threaten him. Something adjacent to a smile comes up on his face "You're so fucking good to me. No one's ever eaten my pussy like this before. F-Fuck! Yeah, just like that. Don't stop, don't stop."
You lean back, rolling your hips into his lips. The pleasure builds in your abdomen in waves as that familiar sensation fills the most sensitive parts of your body.
Looking down at him, he's still looking down at you with those eyes, never breaking eye contact.
"Such a good boy," you praise him. "Eating my pussy so well. You know you've been my favourite person to tutor this whole time? You're such a smart guy, you do everything I say. Shit turns me on."
He keeps going, his whimpers growing. So does the pleasure in you.
"I'm so close, Sieun. Fuck, baby. Keep going, make me cum all over your face," you moan into the empty air.
Sieun sits up, pulling your thighs upwards to meet his face.
"Mmmf~ I'm gonna cum—"
The release slams down on you, white streams shooting out of your pussy. He keeps eating you through your orgasm, eyes closed like it was the only thing that mattered right now.
"S-Sieun—I came," you tell him.
He pulls out, white streams drawn on his face as his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs.
You lean down, kissing his lips again, a deep sigh leaving you. He pulls out. He swipes the bridge of his nose where your cum splattered and then, puts his finger into his mouth.
"Tastes salty, huh?" you ask.
He nods, "It's good."
"Heh, thanks. I have to ask though. Was that your first time eating pussy?"
He nods again.
Your eyes widen, "What the fuck?! How are you so good?!"
He takes his finger out, saliva stringing from his finger to his lips. It turns you on again.
"I read up on clitoris stimulation once," he answers blankly.
"Ah, makes sense..." you reply, eyes trailing down to his crotch where a tent has formed. You smile again. How pathetic. He got turned on from eating pussy. You'll have to return the favour, "Want to put it inside me?"
He clears his throat, "Y-You don't have to."
"I said I'd take care of you," you insist, grabbing his hand. "Come on. Sit up on the chair for me."
"I don't have a condom," he admits.
"I have a few extras," you say, fishing through your bag.
He furrows his brows momentarily, "Why?"
"Because you never knows who might want to fuck you," you hum.
Sieun sits up on the chair, strangely quiet. Well, he is usually quiet. But that presence of his has changed. You hand over the condom, tilting your head.
"What happened?" you ask him.
"Don't fuck anyone else," he answers, snatching the condom from you.
You laugh lightly, "Wanna be the only person I fuck?"
"J-Just don't," he says.
You don't know what to make of it in the moment, but push up from your chair. You settle on his lap, boobs pushed right into his face as you kneel in the space between him and the end of his seat. He fiddles with the condom, running the plastic on his length.
"Ready?" you ask, cupping his face.
He nods once, pursing his lips.
You sink down slowly, earning moans from both of you.
"I'm gonna go lower. Is that okay?" you ask.
"Yes," he responds, wrapping his arm around you.
You push down lower, his length splitting you. A strangled whimper departs his lips, face stationed at the crook of your neck.
"—feels good," he whimpers into your ear.
"Yeah, it does," you moan, lifting your hips and slamming down on him.
He gasps, fingers digging into your hips. You continue, finding your rhythm, the both of you a hot moaning mess. You grab the back of the chair for support, riding his cock. Your walls clench around him, looking down at Sieun.
You find his lips again, shoving your tongue into his mouth. You moan in your breaths, the wetness leaking through the little crevice in between his cock and your entrance.
"I'm close," he whimpers into your lips.
He kisses down your neck, at that sweet spot that drives your crazy.
"Yeah, me too, baby," you whisper.
Taking control, you go faster, tilting your head back, almost unable to take it. He cups your face with one hand as the other holds your waist.
"Look at me," he orders you.
You bite down on your lip and nod, "Mhm, I'm close—fuck...you're so pretty."
"You're prettier," he groans. Your heart skips a beat. "I'm gonna cum—keep going."
You roll your hips harder, smiling at him with lust hooded in your eyes.
"F-Fuck—" he moans lowly.
You feel the condom fill up inside you, stopping. Instead of letting you go, Sieun does the complete opposite, grabbing your hips, "You didn't finish."
"You came, I already came," you say, his cock long gone from your hole, yet the arousal spread through your slick. "It's okay—"
"Finish on me," he interrupts you. "Please."
"Okay, baby," you say, pushing down on him again.
You ride yourself through the orgasm despite his sensitivity. He twitches, but doesn't break eye contact.
"I can stop. It's okay—"
"No," he interjects, shaking his head, eyes tired. "Finish on me."
Your heart is touched with a softness you don't know of. It beats through your heart and into your abdomen, building up the pleasure you know well of.
So, you continue, driving yourself to your second orgams.
With a final grind, your orgasm takes you out.
"That was so good," you sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I've never fucked like this before."
You don't know if you should be admitting that, but it felt right.
Sieun continues to kiss down your neck. He lifts his head, looking at you, "Don't do it with anyone else."
You laugh, kissing him once, "Jealous?"
"N-No."
You plant a kiss on his cheek, "Cute."
let me know if u wanna be tagged in the next part!!
Can I request a Seong-je Nsfw alphabet 😻👅 (Take ur time)
Seong je NSFW alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
for him it mainly depends on what type of sex yall are having, so if it was just regular sex he’ll clean you up a bit than fall asleep with you, but if it was like hate sex i’m pretty sure he’ll just fall right asleep not caring about the mess
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his favorite body part of yours is just your whole body, he doesn’t really have a favorite he just kisses and sucks on your body
His favorite body part of him is definitely his arms/hands he loves doing chokeholds and choking you during sex
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
he’s really dirty with it, he loves to cum all over you and make a huge mess all of your body
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
his dirty secret would probably wanna start a porn channel with you
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
i’ll say he’s experienced and he knows what he’s doing
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggystyle and reverse cowgirl
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
he could be goofy sometimes but when he’s like mad during sex he’s extremely quiet
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
he grooms often but sometimes he doesn’t groom like all the time, but he doesn’t let it get too messy down there
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
very into the moment
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he doesn’t really jerk off unless your gone
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
hair pulling, degrading, and slight bdsm
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
he mainly does it in bed but he’s down to do it anywhere
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
him seeing your thighs turns him on
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything that would extremely hurt you
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he loves giving and receiving, he would eat you out like crazy, but he would also fuck your face roughly so more like a 69
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
fast and rough, i dont see him ever going slow
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
he’s very into quickies and yall do them often
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he gets very turn on about getting caught so he likes having sex in risky places
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he can go all night.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
no toys
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he’s definitely a teaser, he teases you a lot
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he doesn’t moan but he does growl and groan
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he would hide cameras before yall fuck
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
a good 7-8 inches
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
high
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he’s very quick with it, but he would pause to make sure your okay or something than falls asleep
