Giggles and chuckles filled the small room that you shared with your best friend. Cracking jokes after one and another. There has always been something special about your relationship with Yohan, it's something very significant that even the public notice, but he can never decipher why so.
Was it the way that you never treated him differently when he told you that he was blind? Was it the way that you were always by his side to defend him when the other kids were picking on him? He's not sure, but one thing he's sure of is that, his pale skin turns a pinkish red that warms his face whenever he thinks about it.
That was about 10 years ago.
Now that little albino boy is your boyfriend. And an assassin.
what a combination.
Recalling the memories of when you used to protect him, and now he's protecting AND earning for the both of you. The urge to giggle and kick your feet overwhelms you, so you throw yourself on the large couch that he bought you for your apartment. While you stuff your red face in a nearby pillow, you didn't even notice that your boyfriend was now sitting next to you, quietly watching.
"What are you doing?" his question came out sharp and clear, making you jump in flusteration. "Hah! When did you get here?!" you yelped. He holds out the keycard to your apartment door and slaps it gently on your forehead, "What if I were an intruder instead, huh? you would've been dead by now." Despite knowing him since childhood, he still has an attitude. "Oh, it's not that serious," you say while you start repositioning yourself towards him, "Not that serious? Do you even know what you're talking about right now?" he asks while subtly stretching out his arms by reflex, allowing you to come and sit on him. "I didn't expect you to come so early," you say while caressing his jaw with your finger. "I promised 9, so here I am at 9" he addressed.
As he finished his sentence, you cupped his cheek with your palm, "You're just so pretty, you know?" you said, slightly regretting it. You knew that this word triggered him. But who would blame you if you had a greek god as your boyfriend?
His gaze towards you changed to a confused and bothered look. "Gosh, can you not say that word? I can never understand why people say it." he retorted with an annoyed tone. "I'm sorry gorgeous, I can't help it." you giggled, "Are you doing this on purpose? because I can't see?" he asked with his eyes squinted. "Of course not," you moved your other hand to his chest, "beauty isn't always what you can see, peanut. It's something that can also be felt." You can feel his heartbeat going faster through your palm and his cheeks flushing a red tint. "Wh-" your boyfriend gets cut off by your kiss, but he doesn't protest.
You both melt into the sweet kiss you gave. His hand moving up to your waist, and the other on the back of your head.
After a session of sweet love and touches, you both pulled away to catch a breath. Seeing your boyfriend's face all red just makes you want to tease him even more. But his annoyed expression says otherwise. (he secretly enjoys it)
If you don't mind, can we get yohan seong x fem reader, nsfw headcanons
I really like this angry cute boy 🍓🤭
Love your writing 🥰🩷
seong yohan nsfw hc's
female + general
» a blushing mess when you take your shirt off. his eyes are darting everywhere but your chest even though its obvious he wants to stare. he's so nervous to touch you that he's trembling and watching your reactions to make sure it's okay
» similar reaction when you spread your legs, revealing your glistening cunt. he stares in awe, running his thumb across your slit. he'll take his time with you, learning where you feel best and all the right paces
» a sloppy eater. it gets so messy when he's down there, with your wetness and his saliva running down his chin. he laps like a mindless puppy until you're squirming in overstimulation. would love it if you sat on his face because it gives him an easier time eating you out
» some girth to it, but mostly length (6in). it flushes a cute pink whenever he's pent up <3
» poor baby would be so shy at first, whimpering softly into your kisses. he's normally never this vulnerable, but he trusts you enough to show this side of him. his hands hesitantly grab at your waist, thumbs softly stroking at it while you guys make out
» love love lovess kisses. it's so intimate to him and the feeling of your lips on his is just pure bliss. he also loves trailing kisses down your body, leaving marks as he goes. the more visible the better so everyone can see you're taken
» after the first few times and initial nervousness, he starts getting bolder. he'll start leading the kisses, holding you down with his strength, and touching all the right places
» better hope you have good stamina, because he's insatiable. he can go for multiple rounds in a row, only stopping if you want to. otherwise, he'll keep going until you're on the verge of passing out
» likes having his hair pulled. the first time you do it, a pleased groan slips out that surprises both you and yohan
» too scared to be vocal, so it takes him a while before he's fully comfortable expressing himself. it goes from quiet groans to whimpers and moans
» no need for any type of binds, because yohan is strong enough to hold you down with just his hands. you can't break free no matter how hard you squirm, leaving you entirely up to his mercy
» switches between soft and rough depending on the mood. he likes both of them (prefers rough but they both feel amazing), so it's all up to you
» probably would watch porn to learn how to pleasure you more. the copying ability doesn't just apply to fighting ;)
» horrible jealousy issues. if he sees someone else trying to flirt with you, that means he hasn't staked his claim on you well enough. you'll leave his house limping for days and a neck that looks like a hoard of vampires got to you
» also takes out his pent up anger on you, pounding into you with no remorse. everything with the crews and whatnot has him so stressed that he just needs to fuck it out of his system. it always works because he's super soft and pilant afterwards. feeling a little guilty when he sees how sore you are, he'll massage your back or anywhere that you want him to
» favorite position is missionary or mating press. any position where he has full view of your face is good enough for him. he's obsessed with seeing how your face contorts in pleasure, especially when his eyes are bad. he drinks in the sight and tucks it safely in his memory, savoring the moment
fin
a/n i LOVEE yohan so much!!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ i was really excited when i saw your request HAHA
a little drabble about johan having a crush on you — he's totally whipped though.
IT'S when you said that his hair was getting pretty long and that he should maybe cut it, only hindering his already poor eyesight more. And he did cut his hair. No, not because you suggested it.
Johan did it on his own, because he wanted to. Yes. It's not like he sat on the usual meeting spot, the bench in the park, for hours while waiting for you just so you can see his new and fresh haircut.
What did you say? It looks good? He's handsome? Oh his cheeks are red? How dare you accuse him of blushing? He would never. Why would he even blush? Only because you gave him two or three compliments?
Just because you ARE a little cute — cuter than the average — and a bit friendly with him, doesn't mean that he has a crush on you. Why would someone even think that he has a crush on you?
But by the time he catches himself staring at your figure for a little too long, he knew he was absolutely whipped. How couldn't he? Even Eden and Miro were happy at the sight of you!
@authorrikey15 I believe this is your request? It might not be related but I make a part 2 to clear it up. This is kind of in peter pov something like that
You are in your early 20 while 18 when you meet him (old version)
Y/n L/n or her nickname N/n. Born in [a country you want except Korea]. She was on one of her missions that was ordered by Raphael himself.
Y/n was a skilled fighter. She has been trained since she was little. Not knowing her mother she only has her father.
As you were walking towards your new destination (for your missions). You stumbled across an old man (Peter). He looks like he needs some help at his store.
“Mr? Do you want me to help you?” Ask you.
As the old man (Peter) looks at you. He smiled gently. “It's okay now miss, I'm fine now go. Your school is about to start”
“O-oh sure!”
That was years ago…(2 years)
Now Peter is young again and getting his revenge for the glory.
As he was walking around the town/city. He stumbles upon a woman (you). He was about to apologize when he noticed the blood stain on her…well clothes?
It was kinda like a nightgown with white color.
You were walking like a zombie in the middle of the night. After knowing your father betrayed you by making you a killing machine for glory. Well that isn't a father daughter moment for sure.
A man grabs your arms. You were just about to kick the man when you suddenly felt dizzy and finally faint.
A single tear falls at the corner of your eyes.
Timeskip
Peter was preparing some food for you and him.
As for you, you just woke up in confusion.
“Where am I”
“At my place”
“Who are you?”
“....my name is Kim Sun Gu” (I use webtoon translation the name can be seen as Sun-Gu Kim too)
“Oh…well my name is y/n…”
He chuckled and patted your head.
Now years past (5 years let just say…well..he got his revenge ✌️)
The glory has finally met its downfall. He has finally revealed his secret to you about him being Peter.
But you just smile at him and from there on…he has decided to ‘adopt’ you!
And thus, you call him father from now on.
He was reading his newspaper at noon, waiting for you to finish your study’s.
Then he heard the door open and stood up to greet you.
But somehow…
“Father, look! This is my boyfriend!”
There In front of him stood Kageo (let just pretend he's 28 or 30 reader is 26😀)
Both of them look at each other dumbfounded.
“U-uh”
“Father?” You call out to Peter. He was silent when he walked to the kitchen and slowly, and SLOWLY took a knife out.
Annoying or not, your mom asks you to take your little sister to her taekwondo classes, but you don't expect to see your once middle school crush being the practice teacher there.
➳ Characters: taekwondo practice teacher!Yohan x female!reader/you
➳ Genre: childhood sweethearts to lovers, fluff, comedy
It wasn't even a bad day. In fact, it was a pretty good day, your boss even praised you for your work that day, so you couldn't say that you had a strike of unlucky things happening to you. However, when you bumped into Kim Yohan out of all people at your little sister's taekwondo academy, you were definitely in for a surprise.
Not that his presence at a taekwondo academy should have surprised you. After all, his father was a taekwondo master and he had been doing taekwondo professionally when you had last seen him. It was the fact that he was the one teaching your little sister as a practice teacher under a senior instructor’s supervision that surprised you. Oh, and of course the fact that you never expected to see your middle school crush again after he had gone to a different school, and your silly little broken heart had convinced you that you would never find true love after the boy you had confessed to had not only said nothing in return, but he had also left your school altogether. Back then, you had no phone, no social media account, so he had gone without a trace.
There was no doubt that it was him though. He had the same boba eyes, the same bunny smile and the same pitch-black hair that you had always imagined ruffling like those main leads in your favourite young adult books that you had loved back then. You had imagined Yohan in the love interest's place so many times, and you remembered that aching feeling of wanting your love life to turn out like the ones in those books all too well.
Alas, you had been young and naive and foolish and...
"Hi!" Yohan greeted you with a wide albeit surprised smile. Well, at least he didn't expect to see you here either.
"Hi!" You responded slowly, still taking in the sight of the boy who had grown into such a handsome young man. Not that you hadn't considered him handsome back then because you had. It's just that his features were even more defined now, his shoulders even broader and he was even taller than he used to be. Though you had last seen him around a decade ago, it shouldn’t have been surprising.
"I didn't expect to see you here."
"Me neither," you reciprocated his semi-nervous laughter with a smile as you tried to keep it cool. After all, he must have forgotten all about your confession, right? It had been so many years ago, he must not have even taken you seriously if he hadn't replied back then (not that he had a chance because you had practically run away from him after your confession, too embarrassed to bear his gaze).
Just like that, silence enveloped you, and you knew that Yohan had never been good at awkward situations, so you tried to keep it casual.
"I came to pick up my little sister, Yeji. She attends a class here. Your class, it seems," you explained, referring to the fact that you had seen your sister come out of the exact same practice room he had come out of.
Yohan's mouth formed a surprised O in return, but then, he was back to his usual coy self as he mentioned:
"It's not my class as per se. I'm still just a practice teacher."
"Everyone has to start somewhere, right?" You joked, trying to ease the slight awkwardness in the air, but you weren't sure that you saying such a thing was helping at all. God, you two were full-grown adults now, him already practising to be a teacher and you doing an internship, you should have known how to communicate better. Maybe it was just that the surprise hadn't worn off. Yeah, that should be it.
"How about you? Are you at uni or already working?" Yohan inquired after clearing his throat, and it was such a Yohan thing to do. He had always cleared his throat like that before giving presentations or being asked to solve a task by the board. It was such a silly thing to suddenly remember, but what could you do? You had been once head over heels for this boy.
"Oh, I finished uni during spring. I'm now doing an internship. I'm a sales intern for a fashion company."
"Sounds exciting."
"Yeah, it is," you responded with a smile, then to fill the silence, you told him about what tasks you had and what products were sold at the company and how you were working part-time, so you could pick up your little sister from now on because your mother now had a schedule change due to a colleague going on maternity leave. Not that he asked about half of it, but you knew that your little sister needed an awful lot of time to get ready, so even though kids were leaving the changing rooms one by one, you weren't surprised that you didn't see your sister coming out anytime soon.
In return, you asked about Yohan, and how he had ended up here and how long he would stay here and such, and he responded casually. These weren't such difficult questions though, but you were glad that the initial awkwardness wasn't lingering anymore.
Finally, your little sister showed up, her face still quite red, but her smile was as wide as it could be. Especially when she saw that you were talking to her teacher.
"Did you ask him how I was doing?" Yeji chirped, reaching out to hold your hand - something she always did when you were around others. She was extra clingy around strangers.
"No. We were catching up."
"Catching up?" She looked at you with wide eyes, then at Yohan. To that, you explained that you had been middle school classmates, and since she went to the same middle school as you did, she found it extremely fascinating that her taekwondo teacher went to the same school as she did.
"Anyways, let's not keep up your teacher any longer," you announced firmly when silence settled over the three of you. As expected, Yeji complained a bit, but eventually, she let her teacher go his way and you two also went your way which meant home in your case.
It didn't take long for your little sister to gossip about the fascinating revelation that her new practice teacher was your middle school classmate. To make matters worse, your mother knew exactly who Kim Yohan was, and she couldn't keep it quiet either.
"Wasn't he the boy you liked so much back then?" She exclaimed beamingly as if she had received great news, and you felt like falling head first into your bowl of pasta.
"You liked my teacher?" Yeji immediately shrieked excitedly, and it took some serious minutes to explain to her that it was a long time ago, you didn't like him anymore, and that he wasn't her teacher back then, so it didn't sound that weird.
Ever since then, you tried your very best not to run into Yohan when you went to pick her up or when you did, Yeji couldn't be around or ask anything regarding your middle school crush. Miraculously, it worked for some time, but once you had an urgent matter at work, so you couldn't leave on time, and you were almost half an hour late than you usually arrived. You basically ran from the underground station to the academy because Yeji didn't have a phone, so you couldn't tell her that you were on your way, and you were afraid that she would be panicking when she didn't see you after coming out of the changing rooms.
The sight that welcomed you was totally different though. Yeji and Yohan were sitting on the chairs opposite the reception desk, and they were playing cham cham cham. You let out a long, relieved sigh upon hearing your little sister's laughter, and your heart did a silly little somersault when Yohan's bunny smile was on full display while playing with her.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry that I was late. Something came up at the company, and I had to stay a bit longer," you explained in one-go when you walked up to them, but instead of being angry, your little sister seemed more understanding.
"It's okay. Mom didn't always arrive on time either," she just shrugged, and god, you thanked the gods for having a sister like her in that moment. This gratefulness didn't stay with you for long though. "We were playing some games with your crush while waiting."
Oh. My. God. How did she... Why... How could... No. This wasn't happening. Nope.
"I've told you not to call him that," you muttered through gritted teeth, trying to act natural with a smile in Yohan's direction, but he definitely did hear you two talking, and if it was possible, he was even more flabbergasted than you were.
"Why not? You've said you told him-"
"Come on, that was a long time ago. Right, Yohan?" You glanced in the boy's direction quite frantically. You felt like it would have been better if the ground had opened up beneath you. You really just wanted to evaporate.
"Right, it was. You didn't even let me respond," he brought it up, almost sulkily, but you swore that you were on the verge of making an even bigger fool out of yourself and tell him that he was still handsome, and you found it cute that he was teaching kids, and he was seemingly good with your little sister too and that was adorable...
And so on and so forth, so you needed to leave.
"Anyways, we have to go now. I promised mom I would get groceries before going home, so we need to do that too," you clapped your hands to announce it and grabbed your sister's gym bag from the floor, throwing it over your shoulder.
Thankfully, your sister perked up at the mention of grocery shopping - which meant free food sometimes due to the promotional samples -, so she gave in easily. This way, you could bid your goodbye to Yohan as soon as possible, and you could leave before wanting to admit something that you just couldn't.
Yohan was kind enough not to bring up your awkward middle school confession, so your conversations could actually be about things that didn't cause awkwardness. He was still very much the introverted boy you had known him to be, but he could get really chatty when it was about a topic he was interested in or stories with his friends that he was trying to tell with big hand gestures and voice intonations. It didn't help your silly little heart though, in fact, you felt like you just fell deeper and deeper with no way out. Once your sister took an extra long time changing after practice, you could also see Yohan in a non-uniform outfit because he had already changed into his usual clothes before your sister came out, and oh boy, he did grow broader and stronger. He also knew how to dress himself, so the tight black jeans, simple white tee, leather jacket combo didn't help your heart at all.
Though you didn't meet outside of the taekwondo academy because why would you? You also had around 15-30 minutes twice a week to talk, so it's not like you talked a lot, though with him, you felt like you could listen to him all the time, so it wouldn't be enough anyway. He might have given you his number (in case you were late to pick up your sister, so at least he would know about it even if your sister didn't have a phone), but you didn't start messaging each other too intensively.
The first time you met each other outside of the taekwondo academy was at a taekwondo competition. It was your sister's first competition, so she was super nervous, but she got encouragement from both of her teachers and you as well. Her fellow taekwondo team members supported her as well, but she eventually lost before the semi-finals, and instead of staying out on the field, she didn't come up to you to the stand during break, so you got worried.
You walked down the corridors, and walked into the changing room where you had previously put down her stuff. However, she wasn't there. You were almost about to call Yohan, hoping that he looked at his phone during the breaks, when you caught sight of the said boy crouched down to be at eye-level with your sister and hugging her while she was crying.
"It's okay. I've lost in competitions too, it's inevitable. Next time you'll be even better. Almost making it into the semi-finals is already a great achievement," you heard Yohan say to her, patting her back reassuringly while Yeji was still constantly sobbing. Hearing her cry broke your heart a little, but the boy's reassurance warmed it a bit, too.
"Yohan is right," you said as you halted beside their duo, and gently patted your sister's shoulder to gain her attention. You reached a pack of tissues out to her, and she took it, immediately using up two to blow her nose and wipe away her tears. "It was your first competition. You did so well. Now you know what you can expect, and you'll smash it next time."
"And maybe even become a teacher like me one day," Yohan added with a light-hearted smile as he stood up straight.
"Really? Can I do that after losing here?" Yeji stopped crying to ask that question and blinked up at her giant of a teacher with bright, shining eyes. He nodded and told her just how many times he had lost in the past until she felt better and eventually went to the bathroom to wash her face.
"Thanks for being beside here. I thought she disappeared, but I'm glad that wasn't the case," you turned to Yohan after your sister got out of hearing range, and displayed a grateful smile.
"Don't mention it,” the boy shrugged casually, but you were truly grateful for his assistance, so you kept thanking him until he was called by the taekwondo master to get ready for the end of the break. He directed an apologetic smile at you, but you told him that he should go, you would fetch up your little sister afterwards.
Once Yeji was done in the bathroom and felt better, you two went back to the stand to watch the rest of the competition. Even though your little sister was a bit under the weather when her opponent made it to the final, she seemed supportive of her team members nevertheless, and she almost went back to her usual, bubbly self by the end of the event. You waited for her to change and get her stuff, and as usual, she was almost the last one to leave. That just meant that you managed to bump into Yohan on the way out.
You and Yeji were about to have some lunch, and your little sister was so pumped up about telling her teacher that she would have her favourite kimchi stew that she somehow ended up inviting Yohan as well. As expected, the boy tried to turn down the offer, but the grumbling of his stomach and Yeji’s puppy eyes convinced him to join you. Your sister couldn’t have been happier.
You couldn’t deny that you were happy as well. It was fun talking to the boy like this, and you had a fun time watching the boy’s facial expressions change when your little sister asked him very random questions such as his favourite childhood snacks, if he had ever seen Santa or if he had ever farted during a competition. That last one, though, was embarrassing even for you, so you tried to avert the topic to something more pleasant.
You three had different meals, and Yeji always tried others’ food if it didn’t involve something she absolutely despised, so she had some from your lunch and from Yohan’s lunch as well. Then, insisting that his meat was really good, Yohan even wrapped a piece of meat, rice and garlic in a perilla leaf and reached it out to you. You looked at him for a few seconds, confused, but ended up reaching for it while thanking him for the gesture. He gave you a gentle, almost proud smile in return, and there it was again: that warmth that ran through your body seeing his smile, feeling like you had just ran a marathon, but it wasn’t enough to tire you out, you were just so pumped up.
“Why didn’t you put it into her mouth? They always do that in dramas,” Yeji chirped in obliviously, and you almost choked imagining the scene of Yohan putting the perilla wrap into your mouth like couples would do. Yohan had the same reaction, but he tried to mask it with a few well-timed coughs.
“It’s because we are not a couple. It’s a thing that couples do, so it would be weird if we did so,” you explained to your little sister who seemed to be pondering for a few seconds before asking the very simple yet very complicated ‘why’. You blanched at the boldness of hers, your eyes growing twice their size, and your throat going dry. You reached for your glass of water and took a few sips of it, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t hurt Yohan's feelings either, but it wouldn’t give away your feelings either.
However, taking your silence as if you couldn’t understand her question, Yeji continued with her honest, child-like curiosity.
“Do you really not like each other anymore?”
“It’s not that. It’s compli-”
“Then, do you still like him, no?”
“I mean…” You protested fervently, your embarrassment growing by the second. Sure, kids were honest, and they didn’t hold themselves back, but they also didn’t know the complexity of human emotions and how people didn’t always like each other back. You were sure that the movies and dramas she watched weren’t about unrequited love either.
You were about to go into a long-ass monologue about how reality could be different from what she saw in the media, but Yohan spoke up after clearing his throat.
“I like her. I always did,” he admitted coolly, but the way he was picking on his food with his chopsticks without looking into your eyes gave away his nervousness.
You practically froze in place, unable to move or speak because you just couldn’t believe that he had confessed that he liked you, and he had always done so. It was what you had been imagining all those years ago while rolling on your bed and listening to heartwarming pop songs about first loves, it was what you had been imagining when you had picked up the courage to confess to him on the last day of grade 7, and it was what you had been imagining ever since, and now that it was out, you were unable to form coherent words.
“But… like… why didn’t you tell me before?” You mumbled, still puzzled, when you managed to pull yourself together enough to speak up. Yohan’s eyes darted between different parts of the restaurant before landing on yours, and his gaze made it impossible to look away. There was just so much in his eyes, a whole galaxy if you wanted to be corny, that you felt like you would never be able to have enough of looking into his orbs.
“It’s not like you let me tell you back then. You practically ran away!”
“Because you were frozen, and didn’t say a thing. So I figured you don’t like me and ran away to save both of us from further embarrassment.”
“I was frozen like you now. I couldn’t believe that someone like you would like me back,” Yohan insisted, and this almost sulky side of him was so adorable, so similar to his younger days that you almost felt like hugging him to your chest when he was already way taller than you. Gosh, you really did think that he said nothing because he didn’t like you whereas he was just surprised. You had to process that information and his pouty lips and his twinkling eyes and…
“Are you going to kiss now?” Yeji blurted out, too excited for her own good, but both you and Yohan answered with a vehement no before locking gazes again and bursting into laughter. You almost forgot about your little sister being there beside you because you were so into your own little world, but how could you forget about her presence and enthusiasm towards you and your crush on Yohan?
“We can try later though,” the boy mentioned with a teasing tone, and you held up your chopsticks warningly, but the boy’s giggles made you let go of any (theatrical) annoyance you held towards him.
Now that was out of the way, the rest of the lunch was fun and almost peaceful, but you would have never thought that his confession would happen at a restaurant on the way home from your sister’s first taekwondo competition, over perilla leaf wraps and bowls of steaming noodles. You wouldn’t have had it any other way though. It was so like you and Yohan, and it was just perfect.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading the story! It means a lot to me.❤️
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→ synopsis: being a girl scout unit’s leader you find yourself at a monthly meeting of all the scout’s in your area. of course the rivaling boy scouts of your unit can’t be missing from this event - and with that their arrogant vice leader kim yohan. how good that no one knows you are totally into him…. right?
→ warnings: softdom!yohan, dirty talk, degradation, praising, use of the word “noona”, fingering, handjobs, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mammary intercourse
→ word count: 3.8k
A/N: I am sorry, I promise Challenge Me is not dead, I just needed to get this out my system okay!!! Give it some love <3
“You know we are supposed to hate them, right?”
The voice of your best friend made you snap out of your stare, instead now looking over at her.
“What?” You blinked rapidly at her, your cheeks heating up already. Her eyebrows shot up as she chuckled, her head shaking from side to side.
“Don’t play dumb, Y/N. You were staring at Yohan. Again.”
Yes. Yes, you were. And you knew you shouldn’t. Biting down on your lip, you tugged a strand of hair behind your ear. There was no way of denying it, she had caught you red handed and she had done so many times before. But what were you supposed to do? He was so freaking hot in the uniform his boy scout unit had chosen all those years ago and today, with his broad shoulders and the perfect body proportions he just looked even better in it. It didn’t matter that your unit and theirs were rivals and hated each other – you still had eyes and a stupid heart that had been betraying you for years now.
“Well, can you blame me?” You finally sighed, nodding your head slightly in Yohan’s direction, “He just looks so good, how can I not stare?”
Jean looked at you for a second, her eyes frozen in place, until she scoffed and shook her head again.
“You need to get a grip. You’re our unit leader, Y/N, you can’t have a crush on Kim Yohan of all people!”
She was right, of course she was. Yohan was the vice leader of his unit, only one above him being Daehyeon and while Dae was more or less fun to be around (he at least knew how to be civil) Yohan was an absolute pain in the ass. Even now he looked smug, knowing full well he had half the people in this room drool over him. A part of you really hated him for it but another… just really wanted to get him somewhere secluded and-
“Y/N!” Jean hissed now, snapping you out of it once again. Clearing your throat, you sat up straighter, fixing your little tie around your neck.
“Sorry. Sorry, I’m… I’m gonna get ahold of myself, alright? I only see him once every few months, I- I can get over this,” you spoke to her quietly, your eyes flying back to the boy’s table – only to be met by something you hadn’t quite expected.
Yohan was looking right at you, his perfectly styled hair falling into his forehead, his pretty eyes sparkling in the light of the room – shit. You quickly averted your gaze again, your heart beating at triple speed. Fuck, why had he been looking at you? He almost never looked this way, if not only to act like he was better than your unit. He was arrogant like that. Right then you knew you should look away. His gaze was mesmerizing, it lured you into wanting him even more and you knew you shouldn’t. Still, once your eyes had met there was no turning back. Not as long as he stayed like this, his pretty brown eyes sparkling so beautifully in the light of the room, focused on nothing but you. Your skin began to tingle, your mouth slightly dropping, not sure what to say, what to do. Somehow it felt like time had stopped, like nothing around you mattered anymore simply because this one man who was nothing but an arrogant asshole to you most of the time had decided to look your way. Maybe, you thought, all the tension you had thought you had imagined over the years wasn’t that much of a fantasy after all. Maybe, Kim Yohan actually felt the same way. It made you wonder, the way he looked at you right now, if he had laid in bed at night thinking about you. If he had moaned your name as he touched himself, if he had wondered what you taste like. All these things happened to you regularly. Mostly when the scouts of the era had a meeting every two to three months in one of the nicer hotels in Busan, did he not leave your mind for weeks after. It felt like a curse, the Kim Yohan curse that would haunt you whenever it felt like it.
“Y/N!” Jean hissed again and you turned your head to look at her, only realizing now hot your face was. She shook her head at you, her eyes judging, and you dropped your eyes to look at the table, not even sure what was going on at the event itself anymore. Some higher ups were holding speeches, one of them being the girl’s scout president of your area and when you dared to look up at the stage, you saw that she was shaking hands with the president of Yohan’s area. At least here they pretended to get along. You almost chuckled, leaning back in your chair and crossing your legs, trying to get rid of the thought of Yohan’s eyes on you.
What came after was a small banquet, just some food and drinks, followed by some dancing. It could have been fancy if only you weren’t all wearing your scouting uniforms. You ate your food while silently listening to your fellow girls talking about school or work, about their boyfriends, girlfriends and partners, all while being painfully aware of how single you were. Single and somehow desperately hung up on an arrogant man who, if anything, probably only wanted to screw you and then leave. And while some part of you wanted to make you believe that you would be okay with just that, you knew full well that that was a lie. You weren’t exactly the type of person to just fuck and chuck, you were more the feelings kind of girl and while you respected everyone’s choices… this just wasn’t for you. Or at least you thought so.
Because when, after dinner, you went and got up to go to the bathroom, you were approached by none other than Yohan himself, you kind of let that principle fly out the window. His long legs brought him over to you, standing in the entrance way of the hall, people scattered around, talking and laughing. But his eyes were only on you and yours only on him. His face was determined, and you swallowed down whatever had formed in your throat, feeling your stomach drop when he stopped in front of you. He didn’t touch you, nor did he say anything like a greeting.
“Have you got your own room?”
And when you nodded, never letting him out of your sight, you knew it was already over for you.
He had you pinned against the wall in no time. Your eyes were wide, your hands pressed against his shoulders.
“Here is the closer look you so desperately wanted, noona,” he whispered, and your heart made a strange leap. He had never used honorifics on you before. He was a brat, he wanted to show he was better than everyone – at least in the field of your hobby.
“Y-Yohan-ah, I-,” you began, but he shut you up by shaking his head. His eyes were glinting at you and still seemed darker than ever. The lump in your throat turned three sizes bigger.
“I saw you looking, Y/N noona. I saw the way your eyes took this uniform off. What did you want to do to me, hm? Or did you want me to do stuff to you more?” His lips were so close to yours, his body heat surrounding you and making you all weak in the knees. God, he smelled so good.
“I don’t- I don’t know what you mea- oh-,” You were once again interrupted by him, but this time he had his mouth hovering over your neck, his breath hitting your sensitive skin and you couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh, your eyes fluttering shut when his breath moved down, over your whole neck and up, finally hitting your cheek and lips.
“Do you want me, noona?” His voice was low and his face so close, if you only moved a little bit, you could kiss him. When your eyes opened again, he was still patiently looking down at you, his oh-so extremely attractive face so close to yours. If you wanted him? Hell, you had never wanted anyone as much as him.
“I do,” you heard yourself whisper then without even realizing it. A smirk appeared on his face as his hands wandered from next to you on the wall to your hips, gripping them harshly.
“Good girl, telling me what she wants,” he then said lowly, and your eyes widened, the words spreading straight to your core.
And then he kissed you. Finally, after all those years of pining, he finally kissed you. And, fuck, did it feel good. He was hot and passionate, his tongue finding yours soon and you knew right there that he had wanted this just as much as you had. He wasn’t going slow, he wasn’t going to make you wait any longer, instead he let his hands wander over your body, squeezing every bit of you, your hips and ass, your boobs and neck, your moans getting caught by his skillful mouth.
He began to undress you, loosening the tie around your neck, which you followed right away, loosening his as well, while you were still kissing. You found yourself starting to walk as you undressed each other, towards the bed. How happy you felt that you had decided to take a room alone after all and not share with Jean. Yohan unbuttoned your shirt, slipping it off your shoulders a moment later, lips and hands on your cleavage right then, sucking hard on your sensitive skin. You grabbed his hair, moaning when you felt his tongue press against your hard nipple, only the thin layer of lace between him and your bud, his left hand now moving back to open your bra. Once it landed on the floor, Yohan was all over you, hands massaging, squeezing, thumb pressing down on your nipple, your eyes closing as you moaned loudly, hands now in his hair, pressing him closer against your body.
“So fucking hot,” he breathed against you, before looking up – his eyes so dark, his plump lips wet and swollen, his cheeks red. He looked unreal.
Yohan moved up again, kissing you on the lips, your hands wandering down to get rid of his tie and shirt, parting from him only to let your eyes wander over his body, his broad shoulders and the muscular chest, the abs you knew he worked hard to keep. God, he was so attractive. So perfect. You bit your lip and looked up at him, almost rolling your eyes when you saw the smug smirk on his lips.
“Like what you see?” He asked, tilting his head and you scoffed, before pushing him down on the bed, catching him by surprise. His eyebrows rose as he watched you straddle him, your arms tangling around his neck, lips back to devouring his.
“So eager,” he chuckled against you, hands now on your back, the kiss soon back to passionate and desperate at the same time. You both were quick to move, his fingers opening your pants and yours doing the same – just that when he had succeeded, he was suddenly right there, two fingers sliding through your lips, making you gasp.
“Shit, baby, you’re so wet for me already. Tell me, have you been this wet ever since you saw me this morning?” Yohan grinned, fingers steadily wetting themselves in your juices before letting one slide into you, a gasp escaping you as you lifted your hips, head falling back.
“Sh-shut up,” you could just sight as you began to move your hips in the rhythm of his hand, your hands on his shoulders now. Instead of giving you a cheeky answer, he kissed your neck, sucking at the skin again sure to leave a mark. Right now, you didn’t care one bit. In fact, you would have loved to have marks of his all over your body. To remember that this had really happened.
When he added a second finger, you moaned once more, deeper this time and you quickly moved to open his pants fully too, hand slipping into them to stroke his already hard cock. You felt a wet spot at the front, your walls clenching around his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re tight, baby. Do you want my cock that bad, hm?”
Oh god, never in a million years would you have thought to like someone talking this dirty to you, but right now… you could only nod, kissing him as you began jerking him off, his breath hitching as he kissed you back, free hand in your hair, tugging on it slightly.
“Don’t think I can wait that much longer, noona,” he groaned, your thumb now pressing down on his tip, his head falling back as he let out the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.
“Fuck me then, Yohan-ah. Fuck me hard,” your eyes were determined, just as he had been earlier when he approached you, and Yohan twitched in your hand, your words obviously showing effect. He moved his head forward again, eyes narrow and full of lust – and then he turned you two around, you now on your back as he dragged down your pants and soaked panties, his own clothes following, leaving him naked in front of you. You had felt that he was big but seeing it in full bloom… you swallowed as you looked from his big cock to his face, his red, wild face that was still showing clear signs of arrogance.
“Like what you see?” He asked again and you rolled your eyes, spreading your legs wider for him.
“Less asking stupid questions, more fucking,” you said, and Yohan’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. But then, when suddenly his hands were on your thighs, pulling you closer to him harshly, you knew.
“I call the shots, noona. Got it?” Holy fuck. He caught you by surprise and yet you had never been hornier in your life than right there, when he finally sunk into you, his cock stretching you out perfectly – much better than any imagination. You arched your back as you let out a long deep moan, hands grabbing the sheets underneath you.
“Yeah, that’s right. Take it like the little slut you are,” he breathed as he began to move, his thrusts hard and quick from the get-go.
“F-fuck!” you exhaled as he pulled you even closer, your legs now held up by him, your eyes shut, mouth hanging wide open as your whole body shook. He made your world spin, he made your pussy scream, his cock so perfectly fitting into you, his moves somehow perfectly calculated, finding your sweet spot right away. Yohan stared down at you, admiring the way you looked, his eyes glued to your boobs at some point, licking his lips as he fucked harder into you.
“Could look at you forever, you’re so fucking sexy, noona”, he was trying to kill you, or at least that’s what it felt like. Especially when suddenly, you felt his thumb on your clit, felt the way he let a dollop of spit fall onto your pussy, his thumb gathering his spit to rub your sensitive bud.
“Y-Yohan-ah, ngh, don’t stop!” You could already feel it, feel the orgasm wanting to crash down on you harder than any orgasm had ever done before. Yohan smirked as he continued his spiel, still kneeling in front of you, cock buried so deep inside your pussy you were sure you could feel it if you pressed down on your stomach. He wasn’t going to stop. He was going to make you cum as much as he could, before finally pulling out and cumming all over your perfect tits.
“Are you gonna cum for me, noona?” His voice was so dark, and goosebumps erupted all over your body.
“Will you be a good noona and cum for me? Wanna see you cum on my cock, baby.”
And he really meant his words because right after he leaned forward, speeding up, thumb aligning with his movements, your pussy clenching over and over again – until finally you were pushed over the edge, your vision going dark completely as you shut your eyes again, waves of pleasure shooting through you.
“A-ah, Y-Yohan-ah! F-fuck, I’m- I’m cumming!” you basically screamed, your back arching off the bed, fingers cramping from how hard you were squeezing the bed sheets.
“Yes, baby, show me how good I fuck you, how good I make you cum. Fucking slut.”
You felt so dizzy. So, so dizzy when you felt the last hit, when you felt all the air leave your body, going numb the next second, stars dancing in front of your eyes.
“Shit,” Yohan moaned, feeling you pulsate around him, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes back on your face and soon on your tits.
“N-nonna, gonna cum on your tits, okay?” You nodded, not able to form a single word, he had, so to speak, fucked that ability right out of you and the second you had given him the go, he groaned, pulling out and jerking off, a sight you would most definitely never forget, Kim Yohan all sweaty, glistening in the darkness, hair wet against his forehead as he shot his load all over your upper body while moaning your name over and over again.
“Y-yeah, f-fuck, cu-cumming so hard on your tits, shit, n-ngh, oh-,” his cum landed on you, and you watched him in awe, your heart speeding. How could someone be this fucking hot?
He fell onto the bed next to you, both of you out of breath, your heartbeat loud in your ears. Slowly, you looked over at him, saw the way he pushed his sweaty bangs out of his face, chest heaving.
“Shit,” he then cursed lowly, turning his head to look at you too. You felt your heart do one of it’s strange leaps again when your gazes met, when you saw his fucked out face and the infamous grin. He then did something you did not expect – he lifted his hand and placed in on your cheek, softly caressing it. Your eyes widened a bit, obvious surprise sprawled over your face and Yohan chuckled.
“What?” His eyes wandered down to your lips and back, making you swallow.
“I- I just-“, yeah, you just…what? Hadn’t expected him to be this soft after he had just fucked the life out of you? Probably. Instead of asking again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours again, no ulterior motive, just… a sweet kiss. You let your eyes fall shut and kissed him back, hesitantly letting your hand fall on top of his. He tasted so good, so sweet and somehow minty, he tasted like spring felt on its good days – warm and comfortable. It didn’t make much sense but at the same time it all fell into place.
“We should get you cleaned up,” he whispered against your lips after a moment and you nodded, letting your eyes flutter open to look into his. Your heart really did a number on you, beating even faster when you saw the way he looked at you. There was no sign of his usual arrogant self, no sign of his smug smirk. He seemed just… calm.
You cleaned yourself up in the bathroom, coming back into the room in the bathrobe hanging next to the shower – and suddenly feeling all of the things from before fading away. Yohan was halfway to being dressed, underwear and pants back on, shirt in his hands. He was about to leave. You knew it shouldn’t hurt as much as it did, but it wasn’t like you could help it. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you sat down on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.
“This was fun, noona. Felt good to finally get that out of our system, didn’t it?” He said, catching you by surprise. You raised your brows at him.
“What?”
“Well, you know. The massive sexual tension between us? Been going on for years now. But Daehyeon would have killed me if I touched you. Rivals and all that shit, you know how it goes. But today, damn, I don’t know if I was just extra horny, but I think it’s good we finally got to it.”
He finished buttoning up his shirt and turned around to look at you, grinning as if he had not just said the worst thing he possibly could. You watched as he grabbed his tie from the floor and moved to the mirror on the closet to tie it properly again.
“So… what does that mean?” Maybe it was naïve of you. To still wonder. Yohan stopped in his movement, head slowly turning back to you after a few seconds.
“This won’t happen again. Ever. This is a complete one-time thing, noona. Wasn’t that clear?” His face was stone and his voice completely unbothered. Again, you knew it shouldn’t hurt. And yet…
“Sure. Yeah, of course it was. I just- well, I guess I just wanted to make sure.” Oh, what a straight up lie. You felt yourself starting to get cold all over, felt your stupid self wanting to cry, tears already beginning to make their way into your eyes.
“Ah, noona, I know, I know. I get this a lot, but no matter how good I can fuck, I’m not doing anyone more than once. It’s just not my style, you know?” He finished tying his tie and looked over at you again. You, who was frozen in place, who felt like the biggest idiot on this earth. He walked over to the bed now, leaning forward, his hands on either side of your thighs. It caught you by surprise, but you were still glued to your spot, not able to move. He dampened his lips, before slowly moving to kiss you, his lips as soft as ever.
“Even though I must say…,” he began when he parted from you, eyelids fluttering open, “I am kind of sad we didn’t get you to suck me off, noona.”
That was it. You jumped up, making him almost fall to the floor.
“Get the fuck out!” You exhaled, pointing at the door.
“Wha-,”
“Get the fuck out, Kim Yohan, before I fucking text Daehyeon and tell him you just had sex with me, before I tell the whole fucking world you just fucked me, alright?!”
Yohan’s eyes were wide, scoffing as he mumbled something under his breath before finally walking to the door and leaving you alone.
When you had showered while crying and ordered a new set of sheets from the reception and even when you laid in the freshly made bed and tried to distract yourself from Kim Yohan’s scent still all around you, you couldn’t help but already think about the next meeting in two months and how much you would give for him to just never show up again.
