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—Yoon Keeho, 2026

req : Can u make a fanfic for na baekjin please

summary : in which you just wanted to get back at baekjin

na baekjin x 𝒻!reader ★ warnings : kissing back and forth bantering complicated rs reader highkey messes with baekjin might be ooc tbh idk how to tag this

᭙ƈ 0.8k+ | ♯ note : is it just me or pissed off/angry baekjin is such a vibe? thank u for this req @hanniui <3

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂋    ׅ   ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓈒   ﹗ "don't you walk away from me." baekjin's cold voice echoed in his office.

you held back shooting an insult at him. you rolled your eyes before turning around to face him. you felt his hand snaked around your waist before guiding you to sit on his desk.

"i should've walked away from you ages ago," you added.

baekjin ran his fingers through the strands of your hair. his turned his head away and let out a defeated exhale.

"forgive me," he muttered.

"look at me when you say that."

the taller boy clenched his jaw in annoyance, slowly turning his head to look at you.

"lose that attitude too," you crossed your arms in irritation.

baekjin shut his eyes briefly. it was clear that you were overstepping and pushing his limits. but honestly, you could care less.

"forgive me. y/n." he replied.

that still didn't satisfy you.

until an idea popped in your head.

you smiled mischievously. you brought your fingertips to caress his cheekbone then his nose bridge. you proceeded to play with the collar of his black shirt.

"will you do that again?" you asked softly and gently. "leave me hanging?"

"no," he gulped as you traced your finger along his jawline.

"are you sure ~ jinnie?" you teased. it's not like everyday the na baekjin shows his vulnerable side.

he breathed in and exhaled deeply, clearly indicating that he was running out of patience.

"yes, i promise," he assured in a calm manner.

you chuckled in surprise at how soft baekjin had gotten.

"aww, so you can be good!" you cooed at his answer.

you leaned in to mark a kiss on the corner of his mouth. the man in front of you hummed in response. his strong hands around your waist tightened. his body swayed when you continued to leave another delicate kiss on his cold cheek.

"are you sure you're mad at me?"

you ignored his question. you placed another peck, teasingly close to his lips.

"y/n," baekjin slurred.

when you pulled back, you admired the artwork that you created on baekjin's face. deep red kiss marks from your lip gloss decorated his pale features and na baekjin was oblivious.

what a delightful sight.

you gave a few pats on his cheek, contented with your artistry. "i'll get going now babe,"

'wait—" baekjin stopped you from hopping off the table. "you can't just do that and leave, y/n," his voice cracked.

you raised your eyebrow in disbelief. you couldn't believe this guy! wasn't that what he did to you? whatever you did was just a pinch.

"come on, jin!" you let out a small laugh. "are you hearing yourself?" you asked dumbfounded while gesturing: pointing at your ear.

the man searched your face for an answer.

"i'll kiss you when i'm ready." you finalised.

before baekjin could fight back, the door suddenly bursted wide open. does no one here practice basic manners?

the quiet of the office broke into sounds of clattering bowling pins and muffled voices of teenage boys. there was a stench of smoke and puberty when a group of union members gathered into the office.

"hey boss—! the guys are ready."

you quickly pushed baekjin off of your body and fixed your shirt. you tried blink away the blurring of your vision as you grabbed your things. you could feel his gaze at the back of your head.

baekjin cleared his throat before asking the boy, "good. what about the bags?"

only silence replied.

at the corner of your vision, you noticed the boys fidgeting with their fingers. they seemed restless yet hesitant to answer.

"oh! um—"

"yeah, about that …"

"we- we-,"

"what's wrong with all you? stop mumbling." baekjin grumbled. "speak up."

you butt in the conversation, tired to see how pathetic this was going. you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"it’s getting prepared. that's what he said,"

baekjin shot his head towards you, frustrated.

you slinged your bag and tucked your hair behind your ear. "well im going off now! oh and, jin-ah?" you smiled innocently.

baekjin glared at you. you knew you weren't supposed to call him that public. you knew that he hated you speaking in front of the other union members. you knew this was going to piss him off.

"you have … a lil something on your face," you made a swirling motion with your finger, pointing at his face. you giggled before pushing through the crowd of boys.

"bye!" you greeted in a sing song manner, waving your arm delicately.

as you pranced off, you heard the scrambling and shuffling of panicked footsteps. some boys cussed out in fear as they ran past you. afterwards, a loud slam from a door and muffled sounds of objects crashing reverberated through the hallway. you couldn't help but to laugh on the way out.

summary: you owe him. For what?—let’s just say you and Seongje have a history that haunts you to this day.

warnings: 18+, strong language, rough sex, toxic dynamic, degrading

that’s all i think. This will be more chapters, this one is not that explicit. Just a lot of tension and getting yall into the plot—enjoy!

You didn’t really know Geum Seongje, except for the tasks he made you do here and there–they weren’t really dangerous or anything. You weren’t part of the union though. And you would never be—how could you? You were straight A student, always attended cram school, never any troublemaking near you. But you had your secrets—one night stands, smoking, occasional drinking, nothing too crazy, but for some it would be, if they knew. Your parents trusted you, cared mostly about grades–as long as you brought home tests graded A, you could pretty much do anything.

It all started when you were having your usual night—well your one night stand type of night.

You and your prince charming for tonight decided to go bowling, you were against it at first, because it was a place where the union spend most of their time, also you wanted to avoid seongje. No need to see him except the tasks, the less he knew about you the better.

But he kept talking about some “come i insist ill buy you whatever drink you’ll want” and that was irresistible for you. You had to get drunk to even enjoy his annoying ass. He was gorgeous, but the boring type—not really for you, but he was a good fuck. You occasionally slept him like once every three months? The only issue was the fact that he was talking too much, always about his parents, the way they pay the school to get him out of all trouble—like he had any, you always wanted to laugh in his face for that.

But he, on the other hand–was super into you. Sometimes it scared you off and then you didn’t text for months.

You were on your way there, you doing the smoking, him doing the talking, ,,Have you ever considered quitting this shit? Seriously it’s not good for you..” he just brought you back from your deep thoughts with that one.

,,Like I give a shit Jae.” You couldn’t care less about his point of view on things and you sure as hell won’t ever listen to a man like him commanding you around.

He just sighed and opened the door for you–the atmosphere was nice there. People talking, playing, some smoking. There was a bar near the alley—your destination for now.

,,Yah, come here, I’m gonna need you to fullfill your promise.” You yanked his arm and basically dragged him there— ,,Hi, I would like to get two vodka shots..wait no four,” you turned to Jae and whispered ,,Two for each, don’t worry.” You just smiled and turned back.

,,As you wish.” The tattooed lady said and went to the back of the bar.

You turned–with your back to the bar, your ass barely sitting on the stool— to look around. You were enjoying yourself, while your company went ahead to pay for the bowling.

And then it hit you. Seongje—he was sitting across the room, chatting with like four other men, they sometimes laughed, but not him. He looked exactly as people called him. A wolf. Just waiting for the right occasion to beat the shit out of somebody. He turned his gaze to you— ,,Fuck, the three seconds” you quickly looked down on your shoes, not looking back until few seconds passed. Then you looked up again—he was back to talking with some other dude, but he was smirking now.

Oh, fuck me. Him and his huge ego—you scoffed and turned around sitting down now.

,,Fuck, sorry to make you wait, there was quite a line for the tickets, people have reservations and shit. Had to pay a bit more and it prolonged.” He just smiled and took your hand not letting you say a word—you were in your bowling alley. The TV lit up, scores being on zero for now. Oh, he’s gonna fucking loose.

,,Listen,” he stepped behind you whispering in your ear ,,If i win…you will stay till morning?” You caught your laugh in your throat, he noticed but didn’t say anything. ,,Sure, but if i win.. we go early and just fuck somewhere mkay?” Your warm body put distance between him and you—you took the ball and threw it—shit, just one left.

You were getting drunk, him buying you more shots, but you weren’t waisted though. He cracked some actually funny joke this time and you laughed—

,,Here for your another task princess?” Fuck. You coughed and turned your gaze immediately to him, ,,Fuck you want seongje, now is not the time, im here privately.” You said visibly nervous now– ,,what the fuck is he talking about Y/N..?” You didn’t respond. Didn’t care enough to. Or maybe you were just too preoccupied with staring at seongje. This will have to be a problem to solve later.

,,Privately..that’s why you’re laughing so loud the whole place can hear you?” He was calm—for now.

Your wannabe date stepped in after that ,,I don’t care who you are, but don’t talk to her like that.” He stepped next to you and you just said wait while walking towards seongje. Not a good idea.

You barely blinked before Seongje threw a punch that made Jae fall to the ground. You yelped and before you could barely help him, ,,You’re coming with me.”

He grabbed you by your wrist, yanking you around, not even looking back at the damage he did.

,,Yah, let go! No need to drag me jesus, what’s wrong with you?” you were pissed off, like real bad right now—he backed you off into a wall putting one hand on it and stepping closer, ,,What’s wrong with me? You owe me. You do as you’re told. Fuck you’re lucky im not dragging your ass around every other day-“ he cut himself off and turned around taking a step back. ,,You literally punched my date in the face. You keep making my life harder. I don’t wanna do it anymore.” You mumbled your words out softening, but still firm, regretful.

He scoffed and chuckled, ,,you..” he looked at the ground playing with his tongue inside his mouth—the he looked you in the eyes, ,,You want out? There’s no out. You stay with me till i say you’re done, I don’t think you want your little porn tape out huh?” Your jaw dropped. Heart dropped and your ears started ringing.

The tape—haunting you. One fucking mistake you made. You were drunk as shit back when you were 17 and stumbled upon Seongje for the first time in a club. You didn’t know, didn’t realize. You were just drunk and fucking dumb. You went to the toilets and you sucked his dick. He fucking filmed that shit. Tormenting you ever since then—well more like haunting you with it whenever you started being difficult or too bold for his liking. You didn’t know why he couldn’t let it go, but he never did.

You had no idea that it was the best blow job he ever had, your eyes fluttering at him, humming against his dick—fuck, he needed you. Didn’t know how to keep you around any other way so he decided this was the way.

,,It was a fucking mistake jesus christ can’t you let that shit go?” Your eyes were switching between his irises, oh you were nervous. Legs pressed together—you liked this, he thought to himself, his ego just growing.

,,Mhm,” he chuckled stepping so close to you, you were breathing against him smelling his cologne and cigarettes. ,,You keep telling yourself that— while you look at me like you want to be fucking destroyed by me.” He bend down a bit now looking straight at you. “I.. I don’t. It was- i was looking around,” ,,No you weren’t, I saw the way you fucking look at me. Like only I can give you whatever the fuck you want,” he smirked now moving his head to your ear, breath brushing against your skin. ,,Not like one of your stupid boyfriends that can’t even make you cum.” His voice was above a whisper—your breath caught, you were fidgety now. Good—he thought.

,,Also one fucking disrespect to me like you did out there..” he licked his lips ,,and i won’t be as nice the next time.”

Then the tension broke. He turned around, opening the door, ,,I’ll call you when you’re needed again. Enjoy your night with that dumbass.” He laughed, sounding almost annoyed. ,,Maybe you can pretend it’s me..” you heard before the door closed after him.

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until the door closed. Your heartbeat fast like you ran a marathon and your usual attitude completely stripped out of you.

pervert! f. reader x Park Hu-min

genre: almost no plot, full smut.

wc: 2.5k

warnings: explicit sex content, aged up characters, reader is a big tease and TRULY obsessed with hu-min, inexperienced but not virgin!hu-min, sub!hu-min, panty fetish, sensory deprivation, cowgirl, unprotected sex, praise kink, edging, hu-min is literally your puppy.

synopsis: After hearing you friends mocking Park Hu-min—the loud, impulsive, muscle-bound fighter from Eunjang —you don't join the laughter. Actually, you get curious. And then obsessed. There's something about this awkward, clueless giant that drives you absolutely feral. You want him so badly that you are not even a bit ashamed to admit that.

a/n: Fastest shit I've ever written in my entire life. Credits to @saradika-graphics.

You still couldn't believe you were Baku's first girlfriend—at least, the first one who actually took him seriously.

Sure, he didn't fit those damn Korean beauty standards. He wasn't skinny, far from fat either, but he was big, with a good amount of muscle. Yet, for some reason, the media had set a maximum weight that he clearly didn't meet. Fortunately, you couldn't care less: Hu-min was exactly your type. A big man who could carry you—or preferably throw you against a wall—without the slightest effort.