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Lee Su-hyeok leaned up against the wall of the front of the school, waiting for his “friends”.

He found the group he hung out with insufferable; half were gophers just following around the other half of idiots with egos. But those idiots knew how to throw a punch, and being around them offered power.

Su-hyeok needed power. He felt he had so little that being around those others helped.

"Hey that looks good."

There were some benefits to being a "bully"

Su-hyeok didn't even need to ask, as the student who walked past him reluctantly handed him their sandwich. He smiled brightly, waving the two off as he took a bite of his new breakfast.

Still, Suhyeok didn't enjoy the trembling he saw from students who walked past him, keeping their heads down as their lively conversation turned to whispers. It forced him to face the truth: he didn't have power; he just caused fear in those around him.

Well, not every person.

“Do your lanky legs need to take up the whole sidewalk?”

A large smile spread across Su-hyeok’s face as he turned around to see you glaring up at him. Like usual, you had a scowl on your face; he wasn't sure if that was your natural resting face or if you reserved it for him.

Despite his clear excitement at your presence, he didn't look at you, instead choosing to look straight ahead at his eye level. Unfortunately for you, that was much taller than you.

“Hmm, I thought I heard something, but there’s no one here.” You rolled your eyes as his gaze darted at you, waiting to see your frustrated reaction. Choosing not to give him the satisfaction of an answer, you side-stepped the boy, stomping towards the school.

Not wanting to stoip talking to you yet, Syheyok quickly followed behind you. “Oh y/n, I genuinely didn't see you. You just blend in with the shrubs. You look stunning this morning, how-”

“Shut it, Su-hyeok, I’m not in the mood.” You scolded, trying to get away from him as fast as you could. You never understood why he seemed to always want your attention, teasing you as soon as you came into sight. Yeah, you had been friends in the first grade, but that was about it. You had assumed he'd be too busy beating people up to talk to you.

But to your dismay, he caught up to you, falling in stride. “You’re never in the mood to talk to me, I mean, I’m starting to think you just don’t like me.”

You looked up at him with an unimpressed look, as he smiled cheekily down. “Oh no, I would hate for you to think that” You spoke with exaggerated sarcasm, though Su-hyeok just smiled.

“Oh, perfect, good to know you love me.” He rested his elbow on top of your head as he ruffled your hair. “Get off me, you oof.” You threw his hand off of your head, and he laughed. “You get so cute when you're angry, like a tiny little gnome about to attack a toadstool.”

"That doesn't even make sense, why would a gnome attack a todastool? That's their house." You glared at him, clearly at your wits' end. “And you only insult my height because you know I’m smarter, and better, and cooler than you. Height is the only advantage you have, and you can't handle that."

Suhyeok just stared blankly back, and for a moment, you thought you might have finally won one of these battles.

“I’m sorry, did I just hear a mouse squeaking?”

You groaned, stomping your foot before storming away from the laughing boy. He was about to follow you when he heard one of his friends whistle.

Turning around, he greeted his 'gang', giving the usual fake greetings. His mood was already dampened by their presence, though they all seemed happy to see him.

“Still trying to get short stack to go out with you?” One of them asked, and Su-hyeok was happy they were talking about a topic he actually cared about.

“Yep,” Suhyeok spoke with full confidence, and the boys chuckled.

“You have no chance, man.” He turned back, looking at you with a smirk.

“Oh I know I’ll get her one day” 

---

You had the worst day of your life. You failed a test, your friends were all sick or had commitments, so you sat alone at lunch, and it was raining, and you had no umbrella.

All you could think about as you trekked in the rain home was how much you wanted to go to sleep just to end the day. You barely even notice the sudden rain stopping, hitting your skin.

“You know, most people thank someone else when they help them out.”

You turned to see Su-hyeok smirking down at you, holding an umbrella over his head. He had held it out enough so that it also covered you.

You sighed, already feeling a headache coming from just the sight of Su-hyeok. “Suhyeok, I’m REALLY not in the mood”

Despite your tone, Su-hyeok just smiled. This is how you always were. Why would he stop his usual routine? “You're so cute when you pout,” He teased, and you rolled your eyes, silently telling him to leave you alone. “It’s like you're a little mouse.”

For once, you didn't glare up at him, instead choosing to just keep walking forward. Su-hyeok frowned at the lack of attention. You weren't giving him the attention he wanted.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings,” He spoke, though his voice clearly didn't hold full sympathy. “How can I make it up to you?”

“Leave me alone,” You grumbled as you adjusted your backpack. Suhyeok always knew how to push your buttons, but today, you were getting genuinely frustrated. Still, the boy, blinded by his want for your attention, did not pick up on that.

“I can do anything but that.”

You didn't even look at him, just rounded the corner to get home. Suheyok rushed to keep up, his long legs helping him get close to you quickly. “How about I give you a piggyback ride?” He spoke cheekily, and you finally turned to glare at him. “No way”

Unfortunately for Su-hyeok, that gave him the attention he so desperately craved, and he stuck to that. “Oh yes, you know you want one.”

“No, Su-hyeok, get away from me.” Ignoring your words, he reached forward, about to pick you up.

“I said no!”

Your words made Su-heyok freeze, as he finally realised how serious you had been. “I..h ey come on” He spoke, desperately trying to get the playful mood back, but he had gone to far. "I was just kidding."

“No, Su-hyeok, I said no, and you kept annoying me,” You yelled, months of mild frustration towards the boy boiling over into rage. “You don't understand, I’m not your friend.”

Syhyeok tried to seem nonchalant. “Oh, come on, you love our relationship. The back and forth”

“No, I don't” You yelled. “You can pretend all you want that you're a good, charming guy, but look at the people you hang out with.”

Suheyoek felt his heart sink: you had found the truth.

“You are a bully, and I don't know what I did to make you believe I see you in any other way.” Suhyeok stood there, his mouth gaping open as for once in his life didn't have a comeback. “So just leave me alone.”

You stormed out into the rain, leaving Su-hyeok to watch from under the umbrella.

This time, he didn't follow you; instead, he just stood, a looming feeling of dread. 

---

That was the last time you spoke to Su-hyeok for a long while.

You still saw him around school, often catching him staring at you, but you never spoke. Just observed.

In the months you were silent, you still heard things about him. Even over school break, you heard about him abandoning his friends or volunteering to help around the school. Slowly, public perception of him had gotten better. Your friends didn't even complain when you found out you were going to be in the same homeroom as him, one even saying he was quite nice.

Still, when he walked into your class on the first day of the school year, you made no attempt to talk to him.

He came to you.

“Is it right if I sit here?”

The situation was clearly awkward, but suhyeok didn't act as if it was. He treated it like a simple interaction, as if you were still just childhood friends who hadn't spoken in a while. You decided to give him back the same courtesy. “Go ahead.”

There was a moment of silence after Su-hyeok sat down, neither of you saying a word. But you could feel his eyes on you.

“About that day-”

“Please, we don't need to talk about it,” You interrupted him. “I know… you’ve changed, you don't need to explain it all to me”

"Yeah, but-"

"Su-hyeok, seriously." You looked at him, a genuine smile on your face. "You both know we suck at talking about our emotions, so let's just skip that part and get straight to the 'being civil' part."

Su-hyeok nodded. Maybe civil wasn't what he had been hoping for, but he could live with that. Still, his heart skipped a beat as you leaned in a bit closer to him and whispered.

"I do really like the new you."

You offered him a real smile, which he returned. “Yeah, well, your whole speech really helped with that.”

“Happy I’m finally getting credit for it,” You responded, and he shook his head as he chuckled. "You always have been so humble."

It seems that joke was what really broke the ice.

The two of you flowed into conversation, catching up on everything you had missed out on in each other's lives.

"You know it feels weird to be talking to you without you bringing up my height,” You joked after the conversation died down, and Su-hyeok raised an eyebrow. “Would you prefer it if I called you shortstack?”

“No”

“How about toadstool, or mousey, or-”

You put your hand over his mouth. “I meant it was nice not to have to keep hearing your horrible jokes.” You could feel him laugh from underneath your hand, and you soon joined in.

It felt odd to say that Su-hyeok was actually a nice guy. For Su-huyeok, he was happy he had your attention again.

And this time, he intended to do the right thing to keep it. 

Baku comes back a few hours later, having to stay behind after his fight to clean up the mess. He’s so adorable, you can’t help but think. Most superheroes fly around, smash up the city and leave the rest of the work to the public. But not your superhero. 

He enters the apartment in his normal attire, as per usual, sliding off his magic glasses to reveal his true identity to you. You still wince whenever it happens, watching his features morph into a familiar-but-not-so-familiar face.

“Hey,” he chimes, striding towards you to lean in and peck your cheek. “What’cha doing?”

The thoughts of earlier flood into your mind as you smell the aftermath of his fight on him. What would dating Superman be like? 

Most importantly, what would having sex with Superman be like? In bed, Baku is always so soft and gentle with you, making sure he never uses his superhuman strength on you in case you get hurt. But what if he did? What if Superman used his strength and his speed to his advantage? What if he grabs you from behind, holding your entire bodyweight with one hand, flexing his muscle on your skin? What if his desire for you gets so strong, his superspeed overtakes him and he ends up snapping the bed? What if he controls his body temperature, teasing you with hot and cold touches?

Oh great, now you’re horny. 

You’re all horny while your sweet boyfriend is batting his huge eyes at you, patiently waiting for you to engage in conversation with him.

Who are you kidding? Baku would rather die than use his powers on you. Right? Or is it worth asking?

“I’ve been thinking..” You start, stroking his chest in a seemingly innocent manner.

Baku hums, giving you his full attention. “About what, lovely?”

“About.. Superman.”

His eyebrows knit together ever so slightly, but he remains silent.

“Do you feel like he’s your alter ego in a way?” Your other hand joins you as you roam them all over his chest. It’s something you like to do no matter what mood you’re in. But right now, you can’t help but feel his large pecs poking out of his chest. 

His head tilts to the side. “What do you mean by that?”

“You know. Baku is all sweet and awkward. He likes to be spooned in bed,” he blushes at that, “and fed when he’s sick. But Superman.. Superman takes charge. Superman does speeches in front of a million cameras, he winks and smirks at the press, he’s witty and funny in his interviews. Do you feel like that persona.. is a part of you you struggle to, I don’t know, show as Baku?”

He thinks about what you say, eyes staring at the ceiling before they return to you. “They’re both me. But yeah, I do feel more confident in the suit, I guess. It’s not an act. I like cuddles in bed and I’m good at making inspirational speeches. Why do you ask, though?”

You tuck your chin in, feeling a little silly about what you’re going to say. “Well, it’s just, I’ve never seen that side of you.”

Baku furrows his brows. “You mean Superman? What’s there to see? My powers?”

“No. This Superman.” And you know it’s ridiculous, but user sup3rm4nsh0e on TikTok has basically compiled all the clips of Baku as Superman that make you foam. You’ve been replaying this edit for days now, heart palpitating at the way he effortlessly flirts with the camera like a man who knows he’s hot. Baku’s idea of flirting with you is cheesy pick up lines and silent acts of service. And you love that, it’s what made you agree to go on a date with him in the first place. But every now and then, a girl has needs, you know?

Baku watches the edit silently and you grow a little paranoid. Is he going to judge you? Is he going to think you’re some pathetic fangirl? Is he going to misunderstand and think you mean you prefer Superman over him?

Instead, his hands find your waist and the weight of his hands are heavy. Heavier than you’ve ever felt before. “What are you saying? You think that side of me is attractive?”

You decide to just spit it all out. “It’s sexy is what it is.”

“So you want to see me like that? As the smooth-talking Superman?”

Gulping, you nod.

“Want me to wear my suit?”

Your eyes widen. “Yes, please.”

“Okay, go sit on the bed.”

You do as he says, jumping onto your shared king sized bed (anything smaller is too small with how large your boyfriend is) with a muffled shriek of excitement. You can’t believe you’re finally going to witness the most thirsted man in the world in your bedroom. 

Suddenly, you feel a little insecure in your regular clothes. Should you dress up, too? He’s going to be clad in his suit, muscles out on display and you’re going to be in your mismatched pyjamas and granny knickers. Isn’t that a bit unfair? You know Baku wouldn’t mind ravaging you in this outfit, but this is Superman you’re talking about. This is the man who supermodels have flashed their empty ring fingers at. 

Leaping up, you dig through your wardrobe to try and find something to change into super quickly. But a voice makes you squeak and flinch before you do.

“Oh hey there, I got a call there was something fishy going on around here?”

Oh.

Oh.

“Are we.. are we roleplaying right now?” You ask all shy. Because freaking Superman is standing in front of you. Somehow, Baku looks taller than usual. His shoulders span so wide, and his chest protrudes so far. His body looks more chiselled and toned than ever, like this persona of his comes with an even better body than he usually has. You feel like you’re in the presence of a stranger; a very very hot and sexy stranger.

“Is that not what you wanted?”

“No- I mean, that’s fine. That’s good, actually- Uh..” You don’t know what to say. You feel like some unworthy civilian who’s getting in the way of his date to meet his equally hot and sexy girlfriend. 

“Are you sure?” His voice returns, that deep sultriness of Superman replaced with the softness of your boyfriend’s voice, as he walks to you. “Because if so-”

“No! I want to do it!” You jut out your hands, stopping him in his tracks. “Who am I?”

“A civilian? Who I find incredibly sexy..” A cheesy grin sits on his face and for a split second, Superman disappears.

You roll your eyes. “At least make it believable. Look at me! Let me get dressed.”

“No!” He squeals. “Stay like this.. It’s better. It’s more realistic. I usually catch people that are dressed in clothes like this. Plus, you’re the most beautiful when you’re natural.”

A flush of heat hits you like a heavy truck at his words. You hate him. With a face like that, he can’t be saying such touching words. “Fine..” You blow out, turning away from him. “Okay, you were saying..?”

He coughs, his voice dropping to that raw octave again, the soundwaves scratching your insides in the most satisfying way. “Yes. I got a call. I need to scan the area for any danger.” Suddenly, he’s behind you in a flash. No doubt using his superspeed, the impact nearly knocking you into your wardrobe as you gasp, feeling the heat of his body so close to yours. “Hm.. this wardrobe looks very dangerous to me, don’t you think so, ma’am?” He almost whispers, hot breath tickling your ear.

You chew on your bottom lip. “I-I guess so.”

“Let me help.” Is all he says before his hand slides across your stomach ever so slowly, scooping you into his hold, pressing you flush against his piercing chest. Your eyes close at the collision, head lolling backwards to get as close to him as you can. You and Baku have been intimate over a hundred times, but this feels so new. “Don’t you worry that pretty face of yours, okay? Superman’s here to protect you.”

You would throw yourself into danger everyday if it meant being rescued like this. 

Out of nowhere, you feel yourself hovering above the ground. Gasping, your eyes fly open to look down. You feel light and airy as Superman carries you like you weigh nothing. “There there..” His large hand, that somehow seems larger than usual, moves to pet your hair. “No need to be scared. Superman’s got you.” He grips you tighter with his other hand, and now you’re overly conscious of his fingers on you. Now you need them in you, legs rubbing against each other to soothe the ache growing in between them.

He floats all the way to the bed before laying you down on it in princess style. You stare at him in awe as he puts you down, feeling like you’re looking at the face of a fallen angel. He looks so handsome like this. So manly and strong. Your need grows. “Superman..” Your voice comes out all pathetic, a stringy moan as your hands reach out to him like some civilian in awe of her rescuer.

“Don’t tempt me, beautiful. That’s dangerous. I’ll get in trouble if I do anything unprofessional.” He’s hovering above you, face a few centimetres away from yours.

Usually, you take the lead in bed. Baku likes to act all subby while you order him around. You have no problem touching him and manoeuvring him in bed. But now, even though Superman is so, so close, you feel too shy to reach out and touch him. You feel unworthy. Like he’ll fly away with a disgusted face if you try to touch him. “No one has to know..” You whisper, heat bursting in your cheeks as your heart works overtime in your chest.

His whole body lowers, and it takes everything in you not to smash your lips into his. “That’s naughty, you know? I’m Superman, I’m not supposed to break the rules.”

For the first time in the ten months you’ve dated him, you find yourself flustered and at a loss for words. You never once thought your boyfriend would have that effect on you.

“Hm, what’s this? Where’s my naughty girl gone?” He lowers even more, nose grazing yours. “You can have me, beautiful. Superman just wants to hear you beg for him first.”

You suck in a large huff of air through your nose. “Please.. Please, Superman. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

He chuckles. Baku usually giggles or laughs all heartily. But Superman chuckles and it’s so low it rumbles your pussy. “Please what? What do you want?”

You roll your hips upwards, considering he’s so close now. You let him feel your want, feel the soak in your pants. “You. I need you, please. I need you here..” And when you rub against him, your voice gets caught in your throat. He’s huge. Throbbing against your clothed cunt like a beast ready to attack. You’ve always known Baku to be big, but somehow this feels different.

“Hm..” His eyes stay on you but the heel of his palm digs into your clit, forcing a startled moan out of you. “What do you need here exactly? My hand?”

You shake your head, testing the waters by lifting your face so that your lips graze his. “Your cock, Superman. I need it inside of me, please.”

“I save you once,” he digs his palm into you again, massaging your clit. Your eyes roll back as you arch into his touch. One touch and you’re already unfolding. “And you whine like a baby for my cock. How long have you wanted this, beautiful? Did you do this on purpose? Put yourself in danger so Superman could look after you?”

You nod, lips parting. “Yes. Yes, anything to see you, Superman. I-I-” His hand moves up and down now as his face draws closer, lips pressing onto yours, but not moving. “I’m your biggest fan. I want you so bad, please..”

“Atta girl.” 

His lips join yours and you completely unravel beneath him, your moan drowning in the kiss. Superman’s hand is replaced by his huge bulge pressing into your clothed heat as he drops himself onto you entirely. Your eyes fly open when you feel his hand move behind your head, and you moan when you see he’s gripped the bed so hard the wood is starting to crack. 

The kiss is wet and sloppy. Hot and messy. He’s full of unadulterated desire. The total opposite of your golden retriever boyfriend who kisses you like an eighteenth century lover. His tongue forces its way into yours, swirling around yours before he bites down onto your bottom lip, greedily sucking you in. 

Meanwhile his other hand tears your pants and underwear with one finger. One damn finger. He wastes no time holding you down with one hand, and the weight of it nearly bruises you. But it hurts so good. He pulls away from the kiss with a smirk. “You like that? You like it rough, sweetheart?” 

These pet names are driving you insane.

When you nod, Superman pulls himself off of you and you whine. He chuckles in that deep manner again, before his hands slide down to your bare calves. “How about this then?” He asks as he lifts your legs, bending your knees and tucking them against your chest.

Oh. He’s put you into a mating press.

You didn’t think he could get any hotter.

His eyebrows knit together as he stares at your leaking pussy, all on display for him as you lie there, squished into a ball. “Wow.. You really are a Superman fan, huh? Do you know what’s better than an autograph, beautiful?” He pops a thumb into his mouth, sucking it quickly before releasing it and using it to rub circles onto your clit. Your head rolls back at the soft, yet aggravating, touch. “Me. Not many fans can say that now, can they?”

Panic washes over you as you lift your head and pout. “Not many? There are others?”

A huge smile pulls on his lips. “You got me. No one can say that. No one but you, lovely.” He bends over to press an open kiss onto your mouth before pulling away and whispering, “my dirty little secret. You promise you’ll be a good girl and keep this a secret?”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yes yes yes yes.”

“Good.”

And then without warning, he pushes himself inside of you. His cock stretches you out, your tight walls struggling to take him in in his entirety. This is an issue you had with Baku, too. He had to train you to take him in fully. But now it feels like you need to be trained all over again. Superman leans over you, placing his hands on either side of your head as he thrusts himself as deep as he can go. “Fuck, pretty. You’re so tight.”

“I’ve been waiting.. For you..”

Something glosses over his eyes. “For me? No one’s touched you before? I’m the first?”

Of course he isn’t. Well, he is. But this isn’t your first time. But you can see the way hunger narrows his eyes at you so you play along. “Yes- ugh!- yes!” 

Once he bottoms out, as close to you as physically possible, he brushes the hair out of your face. “Are you ready, pretty girl?”

You nod. He kisses your nose before pulling back and slamming himself into you at a speed so fast you almost see white. His large, pulsating length pummels in and out of you as you cry out his superhero name like it’s second nature. “Just like that, beautiful. Keep calling for me- hhhh-” He groans as you clench and flutter around him. “You take me so well, you know that?”

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room as his pace increases. You realise he’s using his powers on you and your fingers grip onto his arms, digging your nails into them to stabilise you. “S-so good, Superman..”

“Yeah?” He pants, kissing you like a madman. You feel his cock twitch as he hits deeper inside of you, tip squelching against your cervix. Baku was always too afraid to push your limits, but Superman looks like he has everything under control. “Aren’t you just the prettiest fangirl ever? Look at you, all ruined just for me. You’re making me feel good too, you know that? Can you feel me inside of you?”

A guttural groan releases from you as your tongue lolls out, your whole body moving too fast for you to comprehend what’s going on.

“Look at you,” his fingers wind through your hair, angling your face upwards, “all fucked out on my cock.” His hips never stop, stretching you out as far as he can. Using you to chase his edge. “You look so fucking gorgeous like this.”

“I-I’m so close, Superman.”

“Yeah? Just a little further, sweetheart. You can do it.” Maybe you could’ve held out. But then his soft, plump lips started sticking to your neck as he sucked on it, swirling his tongue around when he found your sweet spot. With that, and his fat cock thrumming in and out of you, you feel yourself topple over the edge.

“S-Superman, I’m-”

“Just do it, angel. Finish all over me. I know you want to.”

Your whole body rocks as pleasure rattles you, releasing all over him with a loud, drawn out moan.

Superman looks like he’s lost some of his restraint now as his hands lift to the headboard. The bed creaks beneath you as he pistons himself in and out of your fluttering hole. “F-fuck.. You take me so well. I’m nearly there.” The wood snaps above you under his strength, and you gasp. He’s so scarily strong. “You feel so well. Like you were made just for me.”

And with one final thrust, he comes undone inside of you.

The two of you lie there, panting. Superman looks so hot sweating and panting above you like that. Like someone as ordinary as you was enough to wreck him. 

But then your boyfriend slips through as he drops beside you, still stretched out inside of you. “How did I do?” He asks sheepishly.

“That was amazing, Baku.”

“Amazing enough to spoon me as a reward?”

You snort as you pull off of his length, falling in love with your boyfriend all over again. “Of course, baby. You did so well.”

- but when he kisses you, his large hands encircling your back and his lips swallowing yours, he can’t help but worry when you get really really hot and fidgety.

- “what’s wrong?” he pulls back.

- “nothing..” you mumble.

- but when the back of his hand touches your cheek and it nearly burns him, sieun’s brows furrow. “you still get shy around me?”

- you flush even more, if that’s possible at this point. “how could i not? you’re so good at kissing..” the last part comes out so quiet and rushed that sieun nearly misses it.

- but he doesn’t, and he chuckles softly at what you said.

- this just makes everything worse. you get so shy whenever you make sieun smile. smile! the guy hardly smiles, and yet here he is. smiling at you like you’re the only important thing in the world.

- “you’re so cute.”

- sieun is more antisocial than he is shy, so things like ordering food doesn’t bother him.

- it bothers you though, massively.

- he knows this by now. and honestly, he knows what you want to order most times too.

- you’ll be sliding into a booth and sieun will scan the menu for a second before disappearing.

- when he comes back, you bat your eyes at him. “how did you know what i wanted to order?”

- he shrugs, slipping into the seat next to you because he prefers that than sitting opposite you. “i know you.”

- your skin flares when his shoulder meets yours, and your heart screams at what he just said. oh gosh, you have the best boyfriend in the world.

NSFW >:)

- sieun is very commanding during sex. not in a mean way, but he just likes getting you into comfortable positions to please you the best way he can.

- you can’t handle it though. he’ll be tongue deep into your mouth, pinning you against the wall with a knee in between your legs, just ghosting where you need to feel him most and then he’ll pull away and whisper from the deepest part of his chest “take your skirt off.”

- you nearly melt into a puddle at his voice alone, forget what he said.

- your head grows fuzzy as you unconsciously chase his lips, wanting him to kiss you stupid. “huh?”

- “take this off, y/n. i need to touch you.” he’s so unmoving when he talks, so sure of what he wants. so sure that he wants you.

- your hands begin to tremor in both shyness and anticipation of what’s about to happen, especially when you watch your boyfriend get onto his knees. he’s such a tease, lowering himself as slow as he can, maintaining eye contact with you as he does.

- you being you—you try to break it and look elsewhere, the lust in his eyes making you wobble.

- but sieun doesn’t let you, his voice grounding you. “look at me.”

- as soon as his head finds its way between your legs, your thighs clamp around him and he groans. “i-i’m sorry!” your thighs shiver around him, and when his cold fingers dig themselves into your skin you whine, throwing your head back to try and regain some control of yourself.

- and then his tongue pokes your bottom lips so softly you nearly miss it. he’s asking you to open up for him. he’d be more than happy if he ripped you open himself but sieun wants you to break out of your shyness: to show him how bad you want him.

- how bad you need him.

- so when you do open up for him, and he’s met with your sopping core that’s basically begging to be stuffed with his cock, he gives you everything you want and more.

AHN SUHO !

SFW :)

- suho nearly explodes with cuteness overload whenever you act shy around him. he loves it and he loves that still, after being together for so long, you act all shy whenever he does something.

- sometimes he does things he knows you like just to get a reaction out of you.

- like using his arm to squish your cheeks and flexing his muscles to make you pout. not only does he get the cutest view of your face, but he also knows how nervous you get whenever he pulls his biceps out.

- almost his entire wardrobe is filled with sleeveless tank tops now, because he falls in love with you every time you struggle to make eye contact with him when he’s wearing them.

- whenever you’re talking in your hushed, hurried tone, suho just stares at you with a fat grin. sometimes he completely misses what you say because he’s so infatuated with how freaking cute you are.

- he comes up and cuddles you from behind while you’re washing the dishes one day, his lips pressing against your ear. “you look so domestic like th-“

- you writhe at the touch, body steaming at the closeness. the guy has seen you naked, and yet you’re squirming like a teenager.

- suho tries to bite back his grin as he pushes you further, pretending to be offended. “what?” he says, trapping you in his hold and rocking you side to side with him. “i can’t even hug my girlfriend?”

- your face flushes and your hands fly to hide it, but suho nuzzles his nose into your cheek, loving your reaction. “is it because of my arms? you perv…”

- you’re super shy when it comes to PDA, but suho does not give a single fuck. he will grab your hand out of your pocket and force you to hold his, swaying where you’re connected up and down as he skips.

- you love it though, you love that he enjoys showing you off to the world.

NSFW >:)

- having sex with you is honestly the best thing he’s ever done in his life. suho cannot get enough of it.

- how can he? when you moan like a nervous virgin every single time he just touches you? your body writhes under him, begging for his touch without using any words. because you’re too shy to ask; too shy to say how horny you are for him out loud. and suho soaks it up every single time.

- “can you get on my lap, baby?” he shudders, grinding on the meat of your thigh. “make me feel all good? can you do that?”

- gulping, you listen to him and sit on his lap. his length is right there, hard and pressing against your stomach, already leaking at the top. your pussy clenches around nothing as you wait for your next instruction, eyes looking at everything but him.

- “eyes on me, princess.” it takes a few tries, but your eyes finally land on his only for him to jut his chin at his cock. “can you sit on it? ride me and fuck me as good as i know you can?”

- your heart skyrockets at his request. you’re usually the pillow princess, taking his cock from beneath him while he whispers how good you’re doing in your ear. that you can do, but this? your heart is stammering at just the thought of it.

- suho watches the mental fight going on in your head so he grips his fingers into your waist, lifting you like you weigh nothing. if anything, that just makes you even more flustered. “I’ll help you start, okay? if you don’t like it, we can stop but god- i know you want it, i can see your pussy crying for me, y/n.”

- he pushes himself inside of you and when you start to rock yourself on top of him, he bites his bottom lip. you look so hot to him: hair a mess, skin raging hot, eyes burning with pleasure and shyness.

- it takes everything in suho to stop himself from slamming you into the bed and ramming his cock into you. the faces you’re pulling are making him lose his cool and he doesn’t know just how much longer he can last.

OH BEOMSEOK !

SFW :)

- beomseok is just as shy as you so the start of the relationship is quite rough. nothing really happens after he grows the guts to ask you out, so he learns that he’ll have to step up as your boyfriend to make the relationship more romantic than platonic.

- he initiates the first kiss, planning it all out meticulously so that it happens right as the fireworks burst.

- but then when you flinch and gasp as his face draws close, beomseok’s heart drops. “i’m sorry- i thought- you know, since we’re dating-“

- you squeak, “no no i want it! i do, you’re just- so handsome and- this, i’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

- beomseok grows out of his shell eventually, adapting to look after you instead. he actually quite likes how shy you are: that way, he knows you’d struggle to cheat on him.

- whenever you stutter or struggle to finish a sentence he looks at you like a lovesick puppy and laughs his head off, before drawing in and pecking your nose.

- he has this overwhelming urge to protect you, and something inside of him churns whenever you hide yourself behind him. maybe it’s more possessive than protective, but the thought of you picking him as your comfort person makes him all tingly inside.

- the two of you are eating on his large island, and halfway through the conversation beomseok notices you’ve changed something about your hair. “did you do something to your hair? you look really pretty right now.”

- you freeze, eyes widening at his compliment. that came out of nowhere! he caught you completely off guard, so now you’re spluttering and your food is going everywhere.

- beomseok laughs, patting your back to make sure you don’t choke. you turn away, both embarrassed and flustered as you try to compose yourself, but he doesn’t let you. his face follows yours with a fat, cheeky grin on his lips as he tries to make it impossible for you to break eye contact with him.

- he loves making you squirm, he finds it so adorable. “you can’t even look at me, hm? hmmmmm?” he bobs his head, thoroughly entertained.

NSFW >:)

- in sex? oh. oh.

- that possessive side of him comes out in full swing. his tongue circles your nipple as his hand squeezes the other in a death grip, making your toes curl in pleasure. he lifts his head just the tiniest bit, growing hard at the spit that’s connecting the two of you together.

- his dazed eyes meet yours, “only for me. only i get to see you like this.”

- you want to say something, to assure him that you belong to him and him alone. but it’s so hard to say that when he has one thumb on your nipple and one on your clit, rubbing slow, tantalising circles on it. and that look on his face? it’s sending you crazy. he’s looking at you like no one else could make him feel this much pleasure.

- “right? this is all mine, right?” he growls, slipping a long, slim finger into your entrance.

- you suck in a breath, too shy to let a moan slip out. his finger reaches so deep inside of you, curling as he does, knowing exactly where to touch you to get your words out.

- “say it,” he looks like he’s going to foam, unravelling on top of you. he swallows a tit into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple before he sucks on it like he’s starving. “say you’re mine, y/n.”

- his face is so close to yours; hot, wet lips teasing you with sloppy, barely-there kisses.

- it takes a lot of deep breaths to tell him, “i-I’m- unghh!” he rips his finger out and plunges it in again, eyes dropping to your mouth to read the words from your lips, “yours, beomseok! all yours! i belong to you!”

- he finally gives you that kiss you’ve been waiting for.

KANG WOOYOUNG !

SFW :)

- wooyoung was never into shy girls until he met you. there was something about the way you couldn’t hold eye contact with him and how you couldn’t talk to him without playing with your fingers.

- he just knew messing with you would be a lot of fun. and in a world where nothing excites him: fun is very important to him.

- what wooyoung didn’t expect was how long he’d be with you, mere entertainment turning into pure affection.

- a lot of wooyoung’s friends are quite rough and they’re always either drunk or high when he meets up with them, making you even more reserved than usual. he used to flaunt you to them and force you to talk to them to get a reaction out of you, but not he keeps you tucked away to his side, paying no attention to the drugged up weirdos.

- at some point he distances himself from them and genuinely enjoys your company.

- laughing at you turns into laughing with you. winding you up turns into softly biting your shoulder to try and contain his cuteness overload. making out with you roughly to see how flustered he can make you turns into long cuddle sessions while he pecks your face and - well, he still makes you flustered.

- wooyoung doesn’t know when he turned soft for you, but he doesn’t care anymore. he loves you proudly now, even with your awkwardness.

- he likes laying down with you on his lap and watching you struggle to string a sentence together, his only encouragement in the form of a lazy smile and his hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

- you’re always supporting him at his matches, and he loves finding you in the crowd. he’s used to his girlfriends being loud and cheering for him with their grand gestures and stupid dances. but there’s something intimate in the way you just admire him from the heat of the crowd - like a flower swaying amidst a roaring fire.

- when he finishes the match, he pulls you to the side, adrenaline only swelling his love for you even more.

- “you were so good, wooyoung..” you bat your pretty little eyelashes at him, a shy smile sitting on your face.

- wooyoung is so shocked that he’s not having a single dirty thought. so shocked that all he wants to do is press his lips against yours and squeeze you tight. you’ve got him whipped around your finger.

NSFW >:)

- wooyoung is so down bad for you he can’t even believe it. he can’t believe how quickly he’s abandoned his hard dom act that he’s so used to just for you.

- he can’t degrade you, not when you hardly find the courage to moan during sex. all he is is full of praises. “just like that, baby. you’re doing so well.”

- you’re on your knees and wooyoung is sat on the edge of the bed, hand making sure not to tug on your hair too tightly as you swallow his dick in your mouth like the good girl you are.

- you’re rubbing your thighs together at his praise. sucking him off is something that comes easy for you because you don’t have to talk and make a fool of yourself during it. plus, the view of wooyoung above you looking down at you with a slightly scrunched face is just everything.

- he spots you trying to please yourself with your legs so he leans down and kisses the top of your head, “just a little- fuck- just a little more, baby. nearly there. i’m gonna treat you so well once you’re done.”

- you’re lying on the bed, fully exposed as his fingers stretch your cunt apart for him to look at. your legs keep trying to close shut but he’s stronger, pinning your thighs to the mattress. “uh-uh” he shakes his head, “can’t get enough of looking at my pretty girl.”

- you throw your head back as you grow hotter, feeling even more shy exposed like this. “it’s embarrassing..”

- “embarrassing?” he cocks a brow, genuinely shocked. “what’s embarrassing about this?” he swipes a tongue at your entrance and you shudder, toes scratching his chest. “hm? this pussy.. all mine, can’t i look at it? can’t i show you how this makes me feel?”

- and then his tongue thrusts inwards. before you, he’d never eaten a girl out before. he never saw why; never thought he’d gain pleasure from it. but hearing you try your best to control yourself, it does something to wooyoung. his desire grows with each strangled moan that comes out of your mouth.

PARK HUMIN !

SFW :)

- baku adores you so much. he can’t contain his love for you, you give him the biggest cuteness aggression ever.

- your eyebrows scrunch together and you’re nibbling on your bottom lip? he’s squishing your cheeks between his large hands and shaking your head with some sort of animalistic sound gurgling out of him.

- you’re struggling to make eye contact with him? he bites onto his fist to stop himself from taking a bite out of you.

- you do that small, downturned smile of yours when you’re too shy to give a real one? he’s lifting you up and squeezing you by your arms, yelling “stop doing this to me! i’m going to die young if you keep this madness up!”

- he shows you off like you’re his prized possession, introducing you himself because youre extra shy around strangers. “this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

- he’s always trying to push you out of your comfort zone. one day, he orders two ice creams from an ice cream van, and right before he hands you yours, he runs away giggling like a child. you stand there, dumbfounded, before throwing over your hood to chase after him.

- you’re dying of embarrassment when you finally catch up to him (how does he run so fast?!?!!), trying to hide your face from the rest of the people in the park. “baku.. what was that?” you whine.

- he smiles, handing you your ice cream. then he boops his nose with his own, leaving some cream on his nose. “i’m showing you there’s no reason to be embarrassed. life is short, don’t let your shyness stop you from having fun.”

- his advice is really good and you try to contemplate what he says. but he ruins it all by wiggling his brows at you and shoving his nose in your face. “lick it. i dare you.”

- “you’re crazy.”

- he laughs that loud, comforting laugh of his. the laughter that feels like a warm hug after a long cry. so you do it, you get on your tip toes and you kiss it (licking it is too far, there are children in the park!) softly, tasting the ice cream on your lips. “yolo.” you whisper before turning away and eating your ice cream, unable to make eye contact with him after that.

NSFW >:)

- in the bedroom, baku is even sweeter. he’s not very experienced, but he tries his best to please you as much as he can during sex.

- he’s full of praises in and out of the bedroom, so it’s no surprise that as soon as his clothed dick meets that space in between your thighs, he’s mumbling a plethora of praises. “look at how big you’ve made me.” “my baby, you’re doing so well for me.” “i don’t think you understand how- shit, how good you’re making me feel, y/n.”

- he feels like a dog in heat when he’s doing fore play with you, his body aching just to feel your hole wrapped around him so perfectly and all you’ve done is grip onto his arms.

- he loves when you do that, when he’s pleasuring you so well your nails dig into his skin and leave marks there. baku thrives on verbal praises during sex; something you don’t do. so it’s the small things—the scratching, the whimpering and the way you lift your lower half just to get some sort of sensation going down there—that lets him know he’s doing a good job.

- “am I doing good?” he groans as he pushes deeper, trying to bottom out inside of you. he can’t help it, you look so perfect when you’re stuffed full of his cock. your arm is covering your face that’s tilted to the side. “does it feel good when I’m all the way in?”

- you nod against your arm, panting just as much as he is, and that’s enough for baku.

GO HYUNTAK !

SFW :)

- i mean just look at how well gotak treats juntae, we all know his type is shy girls.

- you’re his baby. gotak just loves doting on you. he knows you inside and out. you don’t even have to talk and he knows exactly what you’re saying.

- like the two of you will be in a group setting, and your eyes will land on one of your friends’ drink once or twice. very subtly, even you didn’t think much of it. but gotak spots it and he’s up, ordering you the exact same drink.

- gotak’s love is both loud and quiet. loud with his cheers, with his hugs and kisses. he’ll come home after a long day and see you, his energy instantly rising and he’ll grab and twist you around in the air. or he’ll spot you walking up to him when the two of you are meeting up for a date and he’ll wave and yell your name.

- he knows that you prefer listening over talking so he will yap your ear off. his favourite thing to do with you is ‘doing chores together’ because it’s actually just him tailing you doing your chores while he tells you the latest tea he heard. gotak is good at that - gathering gossip. just because you’re shy doesn’t mean you don’t want in on other people’s business.

- but sometimes his love is quiet. he notices you’re batting your eyes and getting hot so he just smiles and squeezes your hand softly, encouraging you to talk. or he can tell you really want to initiate some sort of physical contact, so he’ll lean in to mould his lips against yours to get you to feel more comfortable touching him.

- “and so,” he doesn’t even realise his fingers are tracing your back as he talks away, “she basically tells juntae that she broke up with him after what she saw. i mean, i don’t blame her.”

- you’ve grown quiet, and that’s when he notices what he’s doing. he knows you like it, he can tell by how your lips are moving all over the place to hide it. so he spreads his fingers out and scratches your back like you’re a cat, “feel nice?”

- he just knows you so well. you nod as you sigh and lean into his touch. “thank you..”

NSFW >:)

- gotak is the softest soft dom in the world. he treats you so well that your moans fill up the room despite how shy you feel about that. you can’t help it, not when your boyfriend goes out of his way to prioritise your pleasure and comfort over his.

- he loves picking you up and fucking you against the wall. you squeal every single time, and your eyes always look at his biceps like he’s some sort of saint for being able to lift you, and that alone drives him over the edge. but it’s not just that, it’s the juxtaposition of doing something so dirty to someone as innocent as you.

- except, gotak has come to learn you’re not as innocent as you seem.

- he’s figured you out, every part of you. and even though he’s already fucked you against the wall and finished inside of you, he can tell from the way the heat hasn’t left you and the way your eyes fleet—you want more. you want him again.

- so he carries you to the bed, brushing your hair out of your ear to whisper, “how’d you want me, baby?”

- and when you roll over and press your burning face into the mattress, gotak reads you like a book. his hand smoothes over the shape of your ass, lowering himself to give it a quick smooch before tunnelling himself inside your pussy again. from the back this time.

- he’s learned that you like it from behind so that you can enjoy the sex without worrying about how bad your face looks. which is just downright silly, because you never look bad. in fact, once, gotak nearly finished in his pants as he face timed you one day. he asked you to keep the camera on your face while he fucked himself to you. to you—not to you masturbating with him too, or any dirty talk about what was going to happen when he arrived. but to your perfect face that he has fully memorised.

- god, he loves you so much.

GEUM SEONGJE !

SFW :)

- similar to wooyoung, it’s your shyness that grabs seongje’s attention. because how can you have a face and a body like that, but act like the most invisible person in the room? he watches you from afar at first, noticing how you try to keep talking to a minimum with the customers at the pc cafe.

- so for ‘fun’ (and maybe because he finds you attractive, you find out later on in the relationship) he constantly talks to you. all the time. sometimes you don’t even say anything back and the guy is still going on, loving the way you can’t hold his eye contact.

- it’s different. you’re not afraid of him—you’re shy. and he likes that. he likes that he can tell you want him but you’re commanding your body not to show that.

- throughout the relationship, seongje doesn’t stop teasing you. his favourite thing to do is come up behind you and whisper the dirtiest thing into your ear in the most inappropriate place possible to see how bothered and flustered you get. he loves how obviously turned on you are, and how badly you try to hide that from him and everyone else.

- whenever you’re about to say something and you pull a “never mind”, seongje turns into an annoying little shit. he won’t stop following and poking you until you burst out of your shell and say it, “you look nice today!” you yell, before running away from him.

- seongje laughs before chasing you and scooping you into his arms. “fucking cute as shit, you are.”

- since you don’t talk too much, contempt with just listening, seongje has found you to be an excellent replacement for therapy. there’s no strings attached if he tells you about his childhood or his parents. he doesn’t have to wait for you to come up with some stupid way of comforting him like “it’ll be okay”. it’s comforting alone that you’re listening the whole way through, that you give him your full attention.

NSFW >:)

- while seongje is sweet and teasing in your relationship, during sex he is so mean. so, so mean.

- “i caught you staring at my cock like a fucking pervert,” he shoves you by your hair into his crotch, “you want it so bad? here. it’s all yours.”

- you’ll be gagging as he fucks your throat, and all he does is snicker. “everyone thinks you’re this innocent little princess, but little do they know you’re just a cock sucking slut.”

- he loves overstimulating you, driving you to a point where you’re literally crawling up the bed, fingers wound tight into the bedsheet to contain your moans.

- seongje follows you, his grip locking on your jaw. “don’t hide from me. let me hear you.”

- and then his fingers are back on your clit, rubbing it mercilessly to hear that not-so-shy sound of yours fall from your lips. it’s the way you get so embarrassed afterwards that drives him crazy. how could you make such a filthy sound and still act shy around him?

- his nose nestles in your cheek as he slides himself into you, wanting to feel you crack in real time. he feels every shudder, every increase in your body temperature, hears every slither of a moan. he wants it all.

- and when your feet rub against the back of his legs desperately, begging him to move once he’s bottomed out without using a single word? he chuckles darkly. “sluts don’t get what they want by acting like a baby.” his hands lift your jaw again, “tell me what you want.”

- “n-need…” your faces cringes as you silently beg for him to just do it through your eyes. he knows what you want, but he needs to hear it come from your pretty lips. he needs to see his babygirl all ruined. “need you to move, seongje. please. m-make me feel good.”

- his smile etches wide, “there’s my good girl.”

NA BAEKJIN !

SFW :)

- baekjin likes how quiet you are around him. it’s a stark contrast to the chaos in his world.

- whenever you’re stuttering over your words he just stares at you with a look that might seem blank to others, but just one fleeting look in his eyes tells you they’re full to the brim with love for you.

- because you’re shy, you don’t open up to a lot of people. you’re selective with who gets to know you well. and that makes all the difference for baekjin; knowing that out of everyone in the world, you chose him to let into your heart. he will give you the world for that. he’s told you over and over again, but you don’t realise how seriously he means that.

- a part of him does feel flattered, his ego boosting whenever he notices you squirming around him.

- he’ll be laying with you in bed, and all of a sudden he wants to compare hand sizes with you.

- it’s so silly, why would that make you so flustered? but it does and you sheepishly cover your face with your hands when he lifts his own, waiting to press it against your hand.

- “what?” he giggles, trying to split your hands apart.

- “you just caught me off guard…” you mutter, staring at your hands.

- he pinches your nose and shakes your head with it, “stop being silly and give me your hand.”

- he doesn’t play about other people making fun of your shyness, though. whenever anyone tries to make a comment around him about you, whether you’re there or not, he will glare into the perpetrator’s eyes and burn their soul from the inside out. if you are there, he’ll ask you to step out of the room briefly.

- god knows what he does when you can’t see.

NSFW >:)

- baekjin likes to claim he’s a hard dom, especially with that mouth of his. but he’s hardly rough on you, he treats you like you’re fine china sometimes.

- it takes everything in you to ask him to go a little further one day. to do all of those nasty things he says he’ll do but never brings himself to actually do it.

- he’s having sex with you, slowly inserting himself in and out of you while watching you whine underneath him. now is your chance to say it: now or never.

- “h-hh-harder.. jinnie.. harder.”

- baekjin lifts a brow, “harder?”

- “ruin me.” you say, trying to bury your head into the sheet. “please, jinnie, need more.”

- this flips a switch inside of baekjin as he sits up and lifts you with him. now you’re sat on top of him, straddling him with a red hot face. “earn it.” is all he says, his hands finding your breasts that he just can’t get enough of.

- earn it? he wants you to fuck him? you fall apart on top of him as you try to bounce on his cock, the shame eating at you like a parasite. it feels so good, but you probably look so slutty and dirty right now. your head finds the space between baekjin’s head and shoulder and you keep it there while you ride him.

- “want me to go harder still?”

- you nod, squirming on top of him.

- “this girl..” he chuckles, shaking his head before he lifts his hip upwards, making you bite down on his skin to hold your cries of pleasure.

“There..” You blow out, staring at your creation. It looks perfect. Hot lasagne soup waiting on the table, chocolate cake setting in the fridge, hearts and glitter splattered and dangling everywhere: this will really set the scene for tonight. Because although you and Suho have been dating for a month, the one thing you haven’t done yet is have sex. You’re hoping tonight will be the night Suho will finally scratch that itch.

It’s not like that’s all you want from him. Suho has been an amazing boyfriend. The two of you started out as friends, but there was always some sort of tension bubbling between the two of you. And then last month, on a late summer evening, he popped the bubble; leaning in for a kiss that caught you by surprise. Suho’s fun and exciting, he smells of rubber and fried chicken, his voice lulls you to sleep every night on the phone. But he is so incredibly sexy. And it is hard to contain your desire when he is all yours.

Something thuds on the walls outside and your eyes snap to the direction of the sound. Before you can register what’s going on, something bursts through the glass, tumbling into Suho’s living room.

You shriek, grabbing your phone in one hand and a knife in the other. But then your eyes hone in and you realise the body that hurled through the window is a dark red colour. Is that blood? No.. there’s blue as well..

Hold on.

“Spiderman?” It can’t be. There’s no way you’re this close to your favourite Superhero! Suho is going to be so jealous of you if he finds out-

Spiderman looks up, ripping his mask off his face with a groan.

Your stomach drops. Your heart nearly catapults out of your chest. 

You’re staring right at your boyfriend who probably looks equally as shocked as you are. His face is all bruised, his bottom lip’s more swollen than usual and there’s an ugly scar on his cheek. But you can still see it: the recognition of what he’s just done smothered all over his face.

“Y/N? You said you weren’t coming for another hour..”

“I.. I wanted to surprise you..”

He gets up, all tense and stiff as he winces to walk towards you. “Guess we both got a surprise tonight, hm?”

Your eyes scan his face, and your heart rocks as he bunches up his features in pain while he limps towards you. “Is this some sort of joke, or..?”

He aims his wrist at the knife in your hand and a web shoots out of it, latching onto the utensil and hauling it out of your hand, the sound cutting through the air. Your breath catches in your throat as you stare at him.

Spiderman is your boyfriend. No, your boyfriend is Spiderman.

“Oh my God, Suho. Really?” You drop your phone onto the table and meet him halfway, your hands flying to his face and inspecting his injuries. “These are all real? You really put yourself in danger everyday? Y-”

His features soften as his body weight drops a little, leaning into your touch. His voice comes out muffled through his squished lips, “Thought you were a fan of Spiderman.”

You pout, furrowing your brows. “That was before I knew it was you.”

“I thought that’d make me look cooler.”

A chuckle breaks through your frown as your hands shift to his neck and shoulders, squeezing where you can tell he’s tense. “Is that why you did it? Became Spiderman so you could be cool, hm?”

His hands find your waist. “Is it so hard to believe I’m just a friendly neighbourhood hero? A humble man who just wants to save others?”

You let his words sink in as your hands roam further, touching the strange material of his suit. Your fingers reach the spider on his chest and you trace it in awe. Of course Ahn Suho is Spiderman. It fits him so well. Of course the guy who put his life on the line for his best friend all those years ago, does the same thing for people all over the city. Your palm splays out on his chest as you look up at him, and you press deeper to feel that familiar beat of his heart. The biggest heart on earth probably. 

Your boyfriend, who cries when watching sad movies, who shoots out cola from his nose when he laughs too much, who falls asleep watching brainrot videos on his sofa, is Spiderman.

How fitting.

And then you look up at him, all sweat and heart eyed. Now you’re picturing your muscular boyfriend swinging on webs and saving civilians. Sweating and panting as he beats up villains. All righteous and heroic as he gives speeches in the town centre. And he’s all yours.

“You look really good all beat up like this.” Your voice drops and you lean in, pressing your body against his.

“You’re not mad at me?” He lifts a brow. “For keeping it a secret from you?”

You can be mad tomorrow. Right now, you want him more than ever. “How can I? My boyfriend saves people’s asses. That’s hot.”

Something shifts in his expression. He lifts an arm and you watch as more webs sling out of his wrists, glue to one of his bookshelves and drag the wooden box towards the window, shielding you from the cold, autumn breeze. 

Your thighs clamp together. Your boyfriend is Spiderman. You didn’t think Suho could get any hotter.

“Hot?” He tilts his head, a small smirk tugging the corner of his lips upward. “Hm? What’s hot exactly?” He juts his chin at you, pushing your whole body as he walks, cornering you against the kitchen island. His hands touch the cold marble and he bends over, a sight you’ve never seen from him before. “Seeing me all bruised? Or is it my body? If you wanna talk, then talk, Y/N.”

You gulp. “E-everything, I don’t know..” 

His tongue swipes over his top row of teeth. “Didn’t know this side of you, baby. You find me hot? Is it because I’m Spiderman? Is that it?”

You’re quick to shake your head, “No! I-”

Suho shuts you up with his large, cold hand, pressing it against your parted lips. “Shut up. It’s because I’m Spiderman, isn’t it? You’ve had a crush on him for years, haven’t you? Now you know he’s here..and he’s yours,” the way his voice slows and drops at the word ‘yours’ makes you exhale against his palm, almost whimpering, “you can’t even wait five fucking minutes before whoring out for him, can you?”

Your eyes flicker between his and you watch as his hunger unfolds in them, a mean, unrecognisable look spreading across his face. You don’t think you’ve ever heard this guy swear before, and so to hear him, to witness this other side of him, you tremble.

Suho scans you up and down, “I knew it. I bet you knew..” His hand creeps up to wrap around your neck and squeeze. Tight enough to make you pant even heavier into his other hand. “Bet you knew I was Spiderman all this time, and just used me to get what you always wanted.”

Cold sweat begins to form in your hair and drip down your temples. Your legs are stammering. This should not be turning you on as much as it is right now. But that crease between his brows, the vein popping on his neck and his ever growing bulge pressing against where you need him, but not quite there, is making your pulse beat in places you didn’t even know it could. You need him. Now.

His hand moves from your neck to your hair and he digs his fingers into it, bunching your hair into his palm. He pulls you to him, leaving you quivering in both fear and desire. “Is that true, doll? Pretended to like Suho so you could get into Spiderman’s pants?”

You shake your head again, heart booming in your ears. He’s so strong. This is the Spiderman you see on TV throwing cars and crushing metal. And he’s here. With your life in his hands. Not so friendly neighbourhood Spiderman at the moment, is he? But now you’re picturing him lifting you like a feather with those meaty arms of his, bending you into unimaginable positions while he uses you for his pleasure. The fantasies you used to have of making love with your sweet and doting boyfriend are forgotten as a moan escapes you when he pulls on your hair even harder.

“I knew it. There’s no point lying to me. I have a sixth sense, remember? You’re the one who told me all about it.”

You clutch your eyes as you cringe, remembering all the times you fangirled about Spiderman to Suho, way before the two of you became a couple. All the fanart, edits and fantasies you shared with him. How did he feel about that? 

“Do you remember..” He twists you around now, easily manoeuvring you before bending you over the island. You’re sopping now. Panties soaked wet, hole clenching around nothing as your body calls out for him to stuff you full. His fist remains in your hair, burrowing your face into the hard marble as his other hand ghosts your back. “..a few years ago, you told me what it’d be like to fuck someone with Spiderman’s stamina. Hm? Remember that, doll?”

You nod, face all mushed. 

He hums, hand hooking into the hoops of your jeans before tugging it downwards. “Do you know how crazy you drove me with that? How much I had to hold myself back from showing you just how much stamina I had? That’s why I had to leave early. Couldn’t get the sight of you fucked out on my cock and begging for more out of my head. Do you wanna find out? Wanna find out just how much stamina Spiderman has?”

You choke out your words. “Yes, yes yes- please, Suho-”

He squeezes on your hair again. “Spiderman. Say it for me, princess.”

“P-please.. Spi..” Humiliation washes over you. He knows how deep your desire runs for Spiderman. This is so embarrassing. “Spiderman..”

His hand, warm now, lifts to massage your ass. “Good girl. Now spread open for me, doll, let’s see just how wet you are.”

You listen, prying apart your wobbly legs. 

“Bet you were never this wet for Suho, were you? Shit..” He pins a finger to your core through your underwear, “you’re soaked. I didn’t know you liked me that much, pretty girl. Want me to ruin you?” He bends over now, bulge pressing against your clothed cunt and lips almost kissing your ear. “Want me to copy that drawing you drew of me when you were in high-”

You groan, growing hot underneath him. God, he’s so annoying. How can he be so hot and so irritating at the same time? 

He chuckles, pecking your ear gently. Reminding you that despite this act, despite the webs shooting out of his body, despite the way he’s got you wrapped pinned beneath him, he’s still your sweet Suho. 

But then his chuckle turns dark as he returns to what he’s doing. You feel his body lower, his nose trailing your skin until it meets the wetness in your underwear. Your breath stutters as his fans your heat. He shoves his nose into you, a groan escaping him. “You smell so fucking good for me, doll. Wonder what you’ll taste like.”

And then he nips at your panties, his teeth grazing your skin through the clothes and you have to bite down on your lips so you don’t moan the house down. Suho slides your underwear all the way down and leaves it pooling at your ankles as you stand there, bare in front of him. Truly living up to the whore title he gave you earlier. Your knees buckle a little but he catches them and positions you upright, before swivelling himself around so that he’s facing your pussy this time.

Despite the mean act he’s playing, his thumbs rub circles into your thighs as he grips them. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

You’re burning now, and the ice cold island isn’t doing anything to cool you down. 

One hand leaves your thigh and before you can wonder where it goes, his thumb digs into your clit. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Whimpering, you buck your hips towards him and your thighs try to bracket his head. “T-touch me, Spiderman. Please. I need you.”

“So you admit it?” His thumb moves in small, slow circles against your bud now. “That all you’ve wanted all this time.. is Spiderman.”

You don’t know if he’s asking that question as Suho, if that’s genuinely how he feels, or as this twisted Spiderman act. It feels like a lose-lose situation, so you decide to give in. “Yes.. I admit it.”

“Good girl. I’m way hotter than your boyfriend, aren’t I?”

You hum in agreement. Well, you kind of agree. Spiderman is hot. Suho is hot. But Suho as Spiderman…? That’s a combination that has you sweating. When you realise he’s waiting for a response, you whine, “yes, you are. Please. I need to feel you inside of me.”

You feel a hot gush of his breath before he dives in with an open mouth, swallowing your slick like a starved man. You shake against him, pursing your lips to quieten your moans. “Wanna hear you, doll.” He whispers against you, his low voice making your hole flutter. “Don’t hold back, okay?” 

So you don’t. When Suho sloshes his lips around your pussy, you moan. When his tongue circles your hole and teases your clit, you whine. When his nose rubs against your bud enough to have you trembling, you cry. And then he digs his tongue into your hole, ramming it in and out of you at a fast pace. 

But it’s his biceps, his large, Spidersuit covered biceps that curl around your thighs, locking you in place so he can eat you out further, push his tongue deeper, that has you screaming his name. They feel so big and strong wrapped around you like that, and he won’t stop making out with your cunt, tongue now swirling inside of you. 

He only ever pulls away to speak, driving you even more crazy with his syrupy words. “Taste so fucking sweet for me, baby. Am I making you feel good?” His facade cracks a little, the Suho you know floating to the surface. But then he nibbles at you, grazing your clit with his teeth and you grind yourself onto his face, trying to catch your high with his face. You start riding his nose as his tongue licks you up, his moans reverberating your insides.

“I’m so clo-hngh!-so close, Spiderman!” Your shame has gone out of the window. You don’t care anymore. You just want to finish all over his face.

His hands move to your butt, each hand squishing each cheek as he tries to bring you as close as he possibly can. You rut against him, rubbing your clit up and down his nose as you feel that knot inside your stomach pull tighter and tighter until it snaps and you cry out his name.

Your body weight drops before Suho pulls you down to sit on his lap. Your thoughts go all fuzzy when you feel how large he is, how sore he must feel restrained against his tight suit, aching to feel your walls clench around him. Instinctively, you grind down and Suho groans, stilling you with his large, veiny hands. 

“Another time, doll.” He huffs, “let me explain everything to you first..”

You could feel the solid beat of his heart against your side as he carried you across the field, his jaw clenched like he was annoyed at the whole situation—but not at you.

Upon entering the infirmary, the door creaked open into an empty space—no nurse, only the antiseptic smell and the warm ambiance of the sun's rays passing through the blinds.

Soo-heon set you gingerly on the bed and crouched. "Stay still." His voice was firm and then softened as his hands brushed your ankle, testing how swollen it was. You flinched, inhaling sharply.

"I'm sorry," he said hastily, looking down, his hair in his eyes. His fingers, though careful, were still strong, holding your ankle steady like he'd done this before. He opened drawers until he found a cold pack and wrapping it with a towel before pressing it against the swelling.

"You're stubborn, aren't you," he said quietly, his eyes flicking up to yours for a split second. "You could've stopped after two laps if you weren't feeling it."

"I didn't... want to look weak." Your voice came out smaller than intended.

His lips quirked up—not quite a smile but close. "Better to look weak than actually break something."

There was something in the way he said it—not scolding, but careful. Like he was letting you see a side of him most didn't.

You nodded faintly, your gaze on him instead of the bandage he was wrapping.  

It almost felt too intimate, being this close to Soo-heon—the boy you had silently admired since the semester started long ago, even before Ji-hyun ever deemed him worthy of her time. You kept your eyes down and concentrated on the way his hands moved skillfully as he finished wrapping your ankle.

"There," he said, tying the bandage in a knot carefully. He looked up at you, voice sounding softer than before. "Do you want to try standing? Hold on to me if it hurts."

He offered his arm and you hesitated only a second before putting your hand into the crook of his elbow. Your chest felt warm at the simple gesture.

He gave you a nod, he was already half-suggesting that you should ask the teacher if you could go home, but you shook your head.

"I'll stay. No point going home... it'll just be boring."

Something about your tone made him smile faintly. "Ok then."

The bell rang just as you both stepped out of the infirmary, signaling recess. Soo-heon didn't let you walk alone. Instead, he led you straight to the cafeteria, your hand still resting lightly on his arm.  

As you walked through the crowd, whispers and eyes followed the sight of the school's basketball star leading you along as if it was the most normal thing in the whole world. 

When you got to the food line, he pointed at the trays casually. "What do you want? I'll carry it."  

You mumbled something about soy milk and having a plain meal. He told you to sit down with an ease in his tone that wouldn't warrant an argument. At the back of the room, Ji-hyun watched as her jaw tightened.

Her nails were digging into her palm while her friends whispered meaningless reassurance—telling her you stood no chance. The flicker in Ji-hyun's eyes told you she didn't believe them.  

Because Ji-hyun saw what others didn't see, the softness that came to you naturally. You weren't rich or gaudy like her, but you had a brightness about you, in ways she didn't understand.

Even the little things—like you were always preparing something for the boys in the class, and never, ever offering a piece to Soo-heon.

But, what you didn't know... was that he noticed. Every. Single. Time. And, every single time. He wished you had left some for him.

When Soo-heon finally returned, a tray in his hands, he put the tray down on the table, and sat right across from you. You thanked him softly, barely above a whisper, but he caught it.

Instead of waving it away, he unwrapped the straw for your soy milk and poked it through the lid, encouraging it closer to you.

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that simple act of service. No one had ever done that for you before—not like this.

You picked up your chopsticks and picked at your food without saying anything, trying to overthink it too much. After a few moments, all you could hear was the hum of the cafeteria around you, until he broke the silence.

"You bake a lot, right?" he asked casually, poking at his own food. "How come I've never gotten anything? Do you hate me?"

You jolted. "What? No—I don't hate you!"

He gave you a sideways glance, his eyebrow raised. "Then?"

"I just... didn't think you'd even want one," you said, looking down. "You're an athlete. I figured you didn't want to have sweets or anything."

He let out a short puff of a laugh, leaning in just a little closer. "So are the other guys. You give them cake, cookies, whatever... but I don't get anything?"

You opened your mouth and then closed it again, desperately trying to find the right words. "That's different. I just thought... you wouldn't like it."

"I love sweets." His lips curved into a pout, his eyes soft and almost pleading—puppy-like in a way you never expected from him.

You felt a squeeze in your chest before you managed a tiny smile. "Then... I'll make you a whole box of my best stuff. If you really want."

The corners of his mouth stole a little higher, but before he could say anything else, a group of his friends walked past your table. One of them let out a long whistle, another added a teasing "Ooohh" and the rest of them laughed, ensuring you both heard.

You felt heat flare your cheeks almost instantly. You caught Soo-heon's face flick between amused and annoyed before he shook his head at them and muttered something under his breath. But when his eyes came back to you, he was smiling again—soft and just for you.

Class had finally finished, and as the little classroom settled, there was a gentle scrape of chairs and chatter in the already cool air. You were all finished packing and putting your notebook in your bag before trudging to the front to take something from a friend.

But somewhere along the way you could feel your foot catch—your body bending forward and hitting on the floor with a dull thud and pain shot up your ankle, the same ankle that had been bothering you all afternoon.

"Ah-" you hissed out, but held it quietly.

You glanced back only to find Ji-hyun still at her desk, gripping her bag and putting her books into it. She turned the slightest hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth when she muttered loud enough for you to hear, "Oops I didn't see you there." She then turned back and packed up her things.

Before you even had a moment to grasp the situation, Soo-heon was practically at your side. He crouched beside you, showing concern before swooping you up in his arms. Then he released you and directed his anger towards Ji-hyun, his glare sharp and cutting.

"You should apologize, you know?" His voice was low but firm, and some other students noticed.

Ji-hyun looked up at him, unimpressed, "So? Why should I? It was an accident. I didn't realize that she would be so... careless."

Your throat tightened at the feeling of humiliation, heat working through to your ears. But before Ji-hyun could say anything else, you pulled lightly on Soo-heon's sleeve and shook your head. "It's not worth it," you whispered.

But Soo-heon paused, the annoyance around his jaw showing the way that he kept his grip on you, as if it were that he hated that you always brushed things off like nothing, as if it were the way you allowed people to step all over you.

When his eyes flickered back to Ji-hyun, the anger was evident beneath that clean surface.

"Well, accident or not," he finally said, voice sharp enough to slice through. "you should still have the decency to apologize."

Ji-hyun just rolled her eyes and looked away, dismissive as ever. 

You pressed your hand against his chest, an unuttered plea to let this go, and after a beat of silence, he sighed and directed his attention back to you. "Can you walk?" he asked quietly, the intensity in his voice gone, though that intense look was still on his face.

You nodded, even though the pain persisted. He didn't look reassured. Nevertheless, he slung your bag over his shoulder and kept his arm around you as he guided you out of the classroom, completely ignoring Ji-hyun at this point.

The next few weeks blurred into a calm rhythm—almost a natural rhythm. Now, it was always you and Soo-heon, walking down the hall together with his long legs just shortening enough to match your shorter steps.

Most of what you baked ended up in his hands, even if some other people complained how it wasn't fair.

"He just has a bigger appetite than you guys," you would say, shoving another cookie in his hand.

He would smile at you the same way, like you gave him the greatest gift a human could give.

You even started attending his basketball practices without hiding it anymore. You sat on the bleachers with a chocolate milk in one hand and a water bottle you brought for him in the other as you watched him dabble around the court; your eyes never leaving him.

Every time the ball swooshed through the net, you clapped quietly, cheeks heating every time his attention shifted to you. And when he met your eyes, his smile widened, holding the look a second too long.

Ji-hyun's scoff drifted across the gym space, thin arms crossed tight while she watched, unwilling to move past her wide stance. Her glare could have cut, but Soo-heon never even spared her a glance.

After practice, he threw your bag over a shoulder with his own, like he did it every day.

"Do you want to go to the mall or something?" you mumbled, scratching the back of your neck. "I'm a little hungry."

"Mm, yeah okay. Let me just text my boss that I'm not working tonight.."

You blinked. "...You work?"

"Yeah," he said simply, adjusting the straps on his letters. "I need the money."

You voice dropped softer, words heavy in your throat. You didn't know much about his family situation—no one did— but only whispers about an older brother... about where he had gone. You felt your chest tighten, but choked it down.

At the mall, you pulled him into a tiny café without hesitation, ordered food. It was warm and cozy, almost like home, and you were laughing about something he said when he suddenly leaned towards you, thumb brushing the corner of your lips.

"You missed a spot," he said softly. His eyes trained on yours before leading his thumb to his own mouth, tasting the skip of pasta sauce with a knowing smirk on his face.

Your face turned to flame, the words dying in your throat. He just laughed and went back to eating like it was nothing, while your heart slapped against your ribcage.

Once you'd finished eating, you walked around together, until abruptly stopping in front of photobooth signs that glowed above the bright pink walls of the shop.

You barely had a moment to process the scene before you felt Soo-heon's hand grab yours, pulling you inside without hesitation.

"W-wait-" You stuttered as you tried to keep up with him, but he was already putting cash into the machine, and the booth lit up in soft colors. He had that mischievous grin on his face and you couldn't help but smile back at him.

CHEOL SOO

- I feel like with him, he’d make it so obvious. Even if he doesn’t mean to.

- he’d ask his friends (just Eun-ji) what you did in class, stuff like “did y/n talk to anyone??” “What did y/n do in class?”

- Eun-ji’s put up with various talks about how your “so attractive and smart” and how your “kind and popular”.

- he seems like the type to feed random stray animals, he’ll ramble about you to like any street cat or dog.

- anytime he sees you he smiles, though his face quickly contorts back to a frown once you make eye contact for some reason. It’s like his weird reflex.

- whenever your around him, he feels all sweaty, he gets so worked up over it he turns fully red.

- if he ever were to find out if you did like him back, he’d only be more awkward. Something as small as bumping into you would make him apologize five times over because he’s scared you’ll hate him afterwords.

—————-

HAN GYEONG-SU

- he thinks your extremely attractive. Anytime he sees you passing by him in the halls, he’ll immediately tell Cheong-san about it.

- is the type to change his whole walking routine to class just to see you.

- he’s told Cheong-sans mom about you already, he likes talking about you while eating at their restaurant, he’s a complete yapper. Sometimes, Cheong-san’s mom is almost surprised he’s not done with his fifth plate since he’s been talking about you for so long he’s forgotten to eat.

- he gets confident enough to make a move on you first, though, he gets rejected almost immediately. “Hey, I think you’re really pretty, do you wanna go out sometime?” And you, fully believing he was joking, said no.

- he looks absolutely mortified at this, especially since his friends had been hyping him up five seconds ago.

- he gets repetitive with it, maybe he asked you on a bad day, right? So he asks again, and during this time, you finally realize it wasn’t a joke, and you say yes.

- during your guys’ small date, he’s barley able to contain his excitement. Poor boy can’t even pay attention to what you’re saying with how much he’s admiring you.

——————

LEE SU-HYEOK

- because he likes you, he tries to impress you anyway he can. He’ll be laughing about something immature with his friends one second, the minute you walk by he’s leaning against a wall or something trying to seem nonchalant.

- whenever your names brought up, he’s invested in the conversation immediately. “Oh y/n?? Yeah, they’re cool.”

- if he follows you on any socials, and you post a picture of yourself, he’ll screenshot it and send it to his friends just to mope about how your too attractive for him, and how he wants you to be his.

- one time, someone brought up that you like guys who are smart, the second he got home he posted a photo on his instagram about him ‘studying’ (no studying got done) just so you would see his story

- sometimes, you’ll accidentally like his story, once he gets the notification, he’s all cheerful and happy, but when he goes to show his friends the next day and realizes you unliked it, he’s the saddest he’s ever been.

- he’s not one to post himself on instagram, but he’ll do it when he sees your active, he mostly only makes moves online, he’s too scared to actually talk to you at all in real life.

- when he finally does get the courage to talk to you, it’s probably about some “do you understand this?” In class, and he’s so excited you actually replied back that he’ll talk about it the rest of the week.

—————

OH JOON-YEONG

- he likes you because your both attractive and smart, he admires it a lot.

- he shows off to his friends when your around. If you guys had a recent exam, and your around, he’ll brag about how he got a high score.

- dae-su and woo-jin quickly catch onto his crush, they’ll both try to put him on with you.

- dae-su likes pushing him towards you when you’re walking by him in the halls, and woo-jin likes screaming, ‘my friend thinks your cute’.

- he has to ask woo-jin very VERY politely for your instagram, he’ll try texting you by pretending to like what you do, and he tries to mix up a nonchalant tone in it.

- he gets flustered when someone in his friend group mentions your name and everyone turns to look at him.

- when he finds out you like him, he’s overwhelmed with joy, every time he walks by you in the halls, he waves at you, sometimes he even likes walking with you to class if you have the same teacher.

JANG WOO-JIN

- when he has a crush on you, he’s very nonchalant about it, he’s fine with texting you, and sometimes he’s confident enough to give you a compliment when you post a photo of yourself.

- he’s so confident with himself, one day, he asks you to hang out with him, only for his confidence to immediately be thrown out the window once he sees your friends laughing, which he thinks is at him. (Your friends are laughing because your face is red when he asks you to hang out.)

- after a while though, he gets tired of being afraid to talk to you, so he eventually starts hanging out with you at school, he’s pretty chill with your friends, who know about his crush on you and your crush on him.

- he’s not really an artsy person, but he’ll do some crafts and then give the final product to you, explaining how he just made it randomly but didn’t like it (he spent five hours on it and had to make it perfect to give to you.)

- while walking past you in the halls, his friends will give him weird looks, saying ‘look who it is’ or screaming stuff like ‘Woo-jin is that your girlfriend??’ To tease him even if you guys aren’t dating (yet).

- every saturday he plays roblox horror games with you

- absolute d1 yapper, if you’ll give him the time of day, he’ll just say what’s on his mind. He really likes how you listen to him, he can tell you’re actually listening and invested in what he has to say, not trying get him to shut his mouth.

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RAHHHHHH anyways i finally finished writing something, this is hella rushed n rlly bad, im so sorry 💔💔

but uhm I was watching tt earlier n a scary vid abt a possessed doll came up n now im too scared to go up to the bathroom cs it’s dark idk if anyone gives a fuck 💔

- but when he kisses you, his large hands encircling your back and his lips swallowing yours, he can’t help but worry when you get really really hot and fidgety.

- “what’s wrong?” he pulls back.

- “nothing..” you mumble.

- but when the back of his hand touches your cheek and it nearly burns him, sieun’s brows furrow. “you still get shy around me?”

- you flush even more, if that’s possible at this point. “how could i not? you’re so good at kissing..” the last part comes out so quiet and rushed that sieun nearly misses it.

- but he doesn’t, and he chuckles softly at what you said.

- this just makes everything worse. you get so shy whenever you make sieun smile. smile! the guy hardly smiles, and yet here he is. smiling at you like you’re the only important thing in the world.

- “you’re so cute.”

- sieun is more antisocial than he is shy, so things like ordering food doesn’t bother him.

- it bothers you though, massively.

- he knows this by now. and honestly, he knows what you want to order most times too.

- you’ll be sliding into a booth and sieun will scan the menu for a second before disappearing.

- when he comes back, you bat your eyes at him. “how did you know what i wanted to order?”

- he shrugs, slipping into the seat next to you because he prefers that than sitting opposite you. “i know you.”

- your skin flares when his shoulder meets yours, and your heart screams at what he just said. oh gosh, you have the best boyfriend in the world.

NSFW >:)

- sieun is very commanding during sex. not in a mean way, but he just likes getting you into comfortable positions to please you the best way he can.

- you can’t handle it though. he’ll be tongue deep into your mouth, pinning you against the wall with a knee in between your legs, just ghosting where you need to feel him most and then he’ll pull away and whisper from the deepest part of his chest “take your skirt off.”

- you nearly melt into a puddle at his voice alone, forget what he said.

- your head grows fuzzy as you unconsciously chase his lips, wanting him to kiss you stupid. “huh?”

- “take this off, y/n. i need to touch you.” he’s so unmoving when he talks, so sure of what he wants. so sure that he wants you.

- your hands begin to tremor in both shyness and anticipation of what’s about to happen, especially when you watch your boyfriend get onto his knees. he’s such a tease, lowering himself as slow as he can, maintaining eye contact with you as he does.

- you being you—you try to break it and look elsewhere, the lust in his eyes making you wobble.

- but sieun doesn’t let you, his voice grounding you. “look at me.”

- as soon as his head finds its way between your legs, your thighs clamp around him and he groans. “i-i’m sorry!” your thighs shiver around him, and when his cold fingers dig themselves into your skin you whine, throwing your head back to try and regain some control of yourself.

- and then his tongue pokes your bottom lips so softly you nearly miss it. he’s asking you to open up for him. he’d be more than happy if he ripped you open himself but sieun wants you to break out of your shyness: to show him how bad you want him.

- how bad you need him.

- so when you do open up for him, and he’s met with your sopping core that’s basically begging to be stuffed with his cock, he gives you everything you want and more.

AHN SUHO !

SFW :)

- suho nearly explodes with cuteness overload whenever you act shy around him. he loves it and he loves that still, after being together for so long, you act all shy whenever he does something.

- sometimes he does things he knows you like just to get a reaction out of you.

- like using his arm to squish your cheeks and flexing his muscles to make you pout. not only does he get the cutest view of your face, but he also knows how nervous you get whenever he pulls his biceps out.

- almost his entire wardrobe is filled with sleeveless tank tops now, because he falls in love with you every time you struggle to make eye contact with him when he’s wearing them.

- whenever you’re talking in your hushed, hurried tone, suho just stares at you with a fat grin. sometimes he completely misses what you say because he’s so infatuated with how freaking cute you are.

- he comes up and cuddles you from behind while you’re washing the dishes one day, his lips pressing against your ear. “you look so domestic like th-“

- you writhe at the touch, body steaming at the closeness. the guy has seen you naked, and yet you’re squirming like a teenager.

- suho tries to bite back his grin as he pushes you further, pretending to be offended. “what?” he says, trapping you in his hold and rocking you side to side with him. “i can’t even hug my girlfriend?”

- your face flushes and your hands fly to hide it, but suho nuzzles his nose into your cheek, loving your reaction. “is it because of my arms? you perv…”

- you’re super shy when it comes to PDA, but suho does not give a single fuck. he will grab your hand out of your pocket and force you to hold his, swaying where you’re connected up and down as he skips.

- you love it though, you love that he enjoys showing you off to the world.

NSFW >:)

- having sex with you is honestly the best thing he’s ever done in his life. suho cannot get enough of it.

- how can he? when you moan like a nervous virgin every single time he just touches you? your body writhes under him, begging for his touch without using any words. because you’re too shy to ask; too shy to say how horny you are for him out loud. and suho soaks it up every single time.

- “can you get on my lap, baby?” he shudders, grinding on the meat of your thigh. “make me feel all good? can you do that?”

- gulping, you listen to him and sit on his lap. his length is right there, hard and pressing against your stomach, already leaking at the top. your pussy clenches around nothing as you wait for your next instruction, eyes looking at everything but him.

- “eyes on me, princess.” it takes a few tries, but your eyes finally land on his only for him to jut his chin at his cock. “can you sit on it? ride me and fuck me as good as i know you can?”

- your heart skyrockets at his request. you’re usually the pillow princess, taking his cock from beneath him while he whispers how good you’re doing in your ear. that you can do, but this? your heart is stammering at just the thought of it.

- suho watches the mental fight going on in your head so he grips his fingers into your waist, lifting you like you weigh nothing. if anything, that just makes you even more flustered. “I’ll help you start, okay? if you don’t like it, we can stop but god- i know you want it, i can see your pussy crying for me, y/n.”

- he pushes himself inside of you and when you start to rock yourself on top of him, he bites his bottom lip. you look so hot to him: hair a mess, skin raging hot, eyes burning with pleasure and shyness.

- it takes everything in suho to stop himself from slamming you into the bed and ramming his cock into you. the faces you’re pulling are making him lose his cool and he doesn’t know just how much longer he can last.

OH BEOMSEOK !

SFW :)

- beomseok is just as shy as you so the start of the relationship is quite rough. nothing really happens after he grows the guts to ask you out, so he learns that he’ll have to step up as your boyfriend to make the relationship more romantic than platonic.

- he initiates the first kiss, planning it all out meticulously so that it happens right as the fireworks burst.

- but then when you flinch and gasp as his face draws close, beomseok’s heart drops. “i’m sorry- i thought- you know, since we’re dating-“

- you squeak, “no no i want it! i do, you’re just- so handsome and- this, i’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

- beomseok grows out of his shell eventually, adapting to look after you instead. he actually quite likes how shy you are: that way, he knows you’d struggle to cheat on him.

- whenever you stutter or struggle to finish a sentence he looks at you like a lovesick puppy and laughs his head off, before drawing in and pecking your nose.

- he has this overwhelming urge to protect you, and something inside of him churns whenever you hide yourself behind him. maybe it’s more possessive than protective, but the thought of you picking him as your comfort person makes him all tingly inside.

- the two of you are eating on his large island, and halfway through the conversation beomseok notices you’ve changed something about your hair. “did you do something to your hair? you look really pretty right now.”

- you freeze, eyes widening at his compliment. that came out of nowhere! he caught you completely off guard, so now you’re spluttering and your food is going everywhere.

- beomseok laughs, patting your back to make sure you don’t choke. you turn away, both embarrassed and flustered as you try to compose yourself, but he doesn’t let you. his face follows yours with a fat, cheeky grin on his lips as he tries to make it impossible for you to break eye contact with him.

- he loves making you squirm, he finds it so adorable. “you can’t even look at me, hm? hmmmmm?” he bobs his head, thoroughly entertained.

NSFW >:)

- in sex? oh. oh.

- that possessive side of him comes out in full swing. his tongue circles your nipple as his hand squeezes the other in a death grip, making your toes curl in pleasure. he lifts his head just the tiniest bit, growing hard at the spit that’s connecting the two of you together.

- his dazed eyes meet yours, “only for me. only i get to see you like this.”

- you want to say something, to assure him that you belong to him and him alone. but it’s so hard to say that when he has one thumb on your nipple and one on your clit, rubbing slow, tantalising circles on it. and that look on his face? it’s sending you crazy. he’s looking at you like no one else could make him feel this much pleasure.

- “right? this is all mine, right?” he growls, slipping a long, slim finger into your entrance.

- you suck in a breath, too shy to let a moan slip out. his finger reaches so deep inside of you, curling as he does, knowing exactly where to touch you to get your words out.

- “say it,” he looks like he’s going to foam, unravelling on top of you. he swallows a tit into his mouth, tongue swirling around your nipple before he sucks on it like he’s starving. “say you’re mine, y/n.”

- his face is so close to yours; hot, wet lips teasing you with sloppy, barely-there kisses.

- it takes a lot of deep breaths to tell him, “i-I’m- unghh!” he rips his finger out and plunges it in again, eyes dropping to your mouth to read the words from your lips, “yours, beomseok! all yours! i belong to you!”

- he finally gives you that kiss you’ve been waiting for.

KANG WOOYOUNG !

SFW :)

- wooyoung was never into shy girls until he met you. there was something about the way you couldn’t hold eye contact with him and how you couldn’t talk to him without playing with your fingers.

- he just knew messing with you would be a lot of fun. and in a world where nothing excites him: fun is very important to him.

- what wooyoung didn’t expect was how long he’d be with you, mere entertainment turning into pure affection.

- a lot of wooyoung’s friends are quite rough and they’re always either drunk or high when he meets up with them, making you even more reserved than usual. he used to flaunt you to them and force you to talk to them to get a reaction out of you, but not he keeps you tucked away to his side, paying no attention to the drugged up weirdos.

- at some point he distances himself from them and genuinely enjoys your company.

- laughing at you turns into laughing with you. winding you up turns into softly biting your shoulder to try and contain his cuteness overload. making out with you roughly to see how flustered he can make you turns into long cuddle sessions while he pecks your face and - well, he still makes you flustered.

- wooyoung doesn’t know when he turned soft for you, but he doesn’t care anymore. he loves you proudly now, even with your awkwardness.

- he likes laying down with you on his lap and watching you struggle to string a sentence together, his only encouragement in the form of a lazy smile and his hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

- you’re always supporting him at his matches, and he loves finding you in the crowd. he’s used to his girlfriends being loud and cheering for him with their grand gestures and stupid dances. but there’s something intimate in the way you just admire him from the heat of the crowd - like a flower swaying amidst a roaring fire.

- when he finishes the match, he pulls you to the side, adrenaline only swelling his love for you even more.

- “you were so good, wooyoung..” you bat your pretty little eyelashes at him, a shy smile sitting on your face.

- wooyoung is so shocked that he’s not having a single dirty thought. so shocked that all he wants to do is press his lips against yours and squeeze you tight. you’ve got him whipped around your finger.

NSFW >:)

- wooyoung is so down bad for you he can’t even believe it. he can’t believe how quickly he’s abandoned his hard dom act that he’s so used to just for you.

- he can’t degrade you, not when you hardly find the courage to moan during sex. all he is is full of praises. “just like that, baby. you’re doing so well.”

- you’re on your knees and wooyoung is sat on the edge of the bed, hand making sure not to tug on your hair too tightly as you swallow his dick in your mouth like the good girl you are.

- you’re rubbing your thighs together at his praise. sucking him off is something that comes easy for you because you don’t have to talk and make a fool of yourself during it. plus, the view of wooyoung above you looking down at you with a slightly scrunched face is just everything.

- he spots you trying to please yourself with your legs so he leans down and kisses the top of your head, “just a little- fuck- just a little more, baby. nearly there. i’m gonna treat you so well once you’re done.”

- you’re lying on the bed, fully exposed as his fingers stretch your cunt apart for him to look at. your legs keep trying to close shut but he’s stronger, pinning your thighs to the mattress. “uh-uh” he shakes his head, “can’t get enough of looking at my pretty girl.”

- you throw your head back as you grow hotter, feeling even more shy exposed like this. “it’s embarrassing..”

- “embarrassing?” he cocks a brow, genuinely shocked. “what’s embarrassing about this?” he swipes a tongue at your entrance and you shudder, toes scratching his chest. “hm? this pussy.. all mine, can’t i look at it? can’t i show you how this makes me feel?”

- and then his tongue thrusts inwards. before you, he’d never eaten a girl out before. he never saw why; never thought he’d gain pleasure from it. but hearing you try your best to control yourself, it does something to wooyoung. his desire grows with each strangled moan that comes out of your mouth.

PARK HUMIN !

SFW :)

- baku adores you so much. he can’t contain his love for you, you give him the biggest cuteness aggression ever.

- your eyebrows scrunch together and you’re nibbling on your bottom lip? he’s squishing your cheeks between his large hands and shaking your head with some sort of animalistic sound gurgling out of him.

- you’re struggling to make eye contact with him? he bites onto his fist to stop himself from taking a bite out of you.

- you do that small, downturned smile of yours when you’re too shy to give a real one? he’s lifting you up and squeezing you by your arms, yelling “stop doing this to me! i’m going to die young if you keep this madness up!”

- he shows you off like you’re his prized possession, introducing you himself because youre extra shy around strangers. “this is my girlfriend, y/n.”

- he’s always trying to push you out of your comfort zone. one day, he orders two ice creams from an ice cream van, and right before he hands you yours, he runs away giggling like a child. you stand there, dumbfounded, before throwing over your hood to chase after him.

- you’re dying of embarrassment when you finally catch up to him (how does he run so fast?!?!!), trying to hide your face from the rest of the people in the park. “baku.. what was that?” you whine.

- he smiles, handing you your ice cream. then he boops his nose with his own, leaving some cream on his nose. “i’m showing you there’s no reason to be embarrassed. life is short, don’t let your shyness stop you from having fun.”

- his advice is really good and you try to contemplate what he says. but he ruins it all by wiggling his brows at you and shoving his nose in your face. “lick it. i dare you.”

- “you’re crazy.”

- he laughs that loud, comforting laugh of his. the laughter that feels like a warm hug after a long cry. so you do it, you get on your tip toes and you kiss it (licking it is too far, there are children in the park!) softly, tasting the ice cream on your lips. “yolo.” you whisper before turning away and eating your ice cream, unable to make eye contact with him after that.

NSFW >:)

- in the bedroom, baku is even sweeter. he’s not very experienced, but he tries his best to please you as much as he can during sex.

- he’s full of praises in and out of the bedroom, so it’s no surprise that as soon as his clothed dick meets that space in between your thighs, he’s mumbling a plethora of praises. “look at how big you’ve made me.” “my baby, you’re doing so well for me.” “i don’t think you understand how- shit, how good you’re making me feel, y/n.”

- he feels like a dog in heat when he’s doing fore play with you, his body aching just to feel your hole wrapped around him so perfectly and all you’ve done is grip onto his arms.

- he loves when you do that, when he’s pleasuring you so well your nails dig into his skin and leave marks there. baku thrives on verbal praises during sex; something you don’t do. so it’s the small things—the scratching, the whimpering and the way you lift your lower half just to get some sort of sensation going down there—that lets him know he’s doing a good job.

- “am I doing good?” he groans as he pushes deeper, trying to bottom out inside of you. he can’t help it, you look so perfect when you’re stuffed full of his cock. your arm is covering your face that’s tilted to the side. “does it feel good when I’m all the way in?”

- you nod against your arm, panting just as much as he is, and that’s enough for baku.

GO HYUNTAK !

SFW :)

- i mean just look at how well gotak treats juntae, we all know his type is shy girls.

- you’re his baby. gotak just loves doting on you. he knows you inside and out. you don’t even have to talk and he knows exactly what you’re saying.

- like the two of you will be in a group setting, and your eyes will land on one of your friends’ drink once or twice. very subtly, even you didn’t think much of it. but gotak spots it and he’s up, ordering you the exact same drink.

- gotak’s love is both loud and quiet. loud with his cheers, with his hugs and kisses. he’ll come home after a long day and see you, his energy instantly rising and he’ll grab and twist you around in the air. or he’ll spot you walking up to him when the two of you are meeting up for a date and he’ll wave and yell your name.

- he knows that you prefer listening over talking so he will yap your ear off. his favourite thing to do with you is ‘doing chores together’ because it’s actually just him tailing you doing your chores while he tells you the latest tea he heard. gotak is good at that - gathering gossip. just because you’re shy doesn’t mean you don’t want in on other people’s business.

- but sometimes his love is quiet. he notices you’re batting your eyes and getting hot so he just smiles and squeezes your hand softly, encouraging you to talk. or he can tell you really want to initiate some sort of physical contact, so he’ll lean in to mould his lips against yours to get you to feel more comfortable touching him.

- “and so,” he doesn’t even realise his fingers are tracing your back as he talks away, “she basically tells juntae that she broke up with him after what she saw. i mean, i don’t blame her.”

- you’ve grown quiet, and that’s when he notices what he’s doing. he knows you like it, he can tell by how your lips are moving all over the place to hide it. so he spreads his fingers out and scratches your back like you’re a cat, “feel nice?”

- he just knows you so well. you nod as you sigh and lean into his touch. “thank you..”

NSFW >:)

- gotak is the softest soft dom in the world. he treats you so well that your moans fill up the room despite how shy you feel about that. you can’t help it, not when your boyfriend goes out of his way to prioritise your pleasure and comfort over his.

- he loves picking you up and fucking you against the wall. you squeal every single time, and your eyes always look at his biceps like he’s some sort of saint for being able to lift you, and that alone drives him over the edge. but it’s not just that, it’s the juxtaposition of doing something so dirty to someone as innocent as you.

- except, gotak has come to learn you’re not as innocent as you seem.

- he’s figured you out, every part of you. and even though he’s already fucked you against the wall and finished inside of you, he can tell from the way the heat hasn’t left you and the way your eyes fleet—you want more. you want him again.

- so he carries you to the bed, brushing your hair out of your ear to whisper, “how’d you want me, baby?”

- and when you roll over and press your burning face into the mattress, gotak reads you like a book. his hand smoothes over the shape of your ass, lowering himself to give it a quick smooch before tunnelling himself inside your pussy again. from the back this time.

- he’s learned that you like it from behind so that you can enjoy the sex without worrying about how bad your face looks. which is just downright silly, because you never look bad. in fact, once, gotak nearly finished in his pants as he face timed you one day. he asked you to keep the camera on your face while he fucked himself to you. to you—not to you masturbating with him too, or any dirty talk about what was going to happen when he arrived. but to your perfect face that he has fully memorised.

- god, he loves you so much.

GEUM SEONGJE !

SFW :)

- similar to wooyoung, it’s your shyness that grabs seongje’s attention. because how can you have a face and a body like that, but act like the most invisible person in the room? he watches you from afar at first, noticing how you try to keep talking to a minimum with the customers at the pc cafe.

- so for ‘fun’ (and maybe because he finds you attractive, you find out later on in the relationship) he constantly talks to you. all the time. sometimes you don’t even say anything back and the guy is still going on, loving the way you can’t hold his eye contact.

- it’s different. you’re not afraid of him—you’re shy. and he likes that. he likes that he can tell you want him but you’re commanding your body not to show that.

- throughout the relationship, seongje doesn’t stop teasing you. his favourite thing to do is come up behind you and whisper the dirtiest thing into your ear in the most inappropriate place possible to see how bothered and flustered you get. he loves how obviously turned on you are, and how badly you try to hide that from him and everyone else.

- whenever you’re about to say something and you pull a “never mind”, seongje turns into an annoying little shit. he won’t stop following and poking you until you burst out of your shell and say it, “you look nice today!” you yell, before running away from him.

- seongje laughs before chasing you and scooping you into his arms. “fucking cute as shit, you are.”

- since you don’t talk too much, contempt with just listening, seongje has found you to be an excellent replacement for therapy. there’s no strings attached if he tells you about his childhood or his parents. he doesn’t have to wait for you to come up with some stupid way of comforting him like “it’ll be okay”. it’s comforting alone that you’re listening the whole way through, that you give him your full attention.

NSFW >:)

- while seongje is sweet and teasing in your relationship, during sex he is so mean. so, so mean.

- “i caught you staring at my cock like a fucking pervert,” he shoves you by your hair into his crotch, “you want it so bad? here. it’s all yours.”

- you’ll be gagging as he fucks your throat, and all he does is snicker. “everyone thinks you’re this innocent little princess, but little do they know you’re just a cock sucking slut.”

- he loves overstimulating you, driving you to a point where you’re literally crawling up the bed, fingers wound tight into the bedsheet to contain your moans.

- seongje follows you, his grip locking on your jaw. “don’t hide from me. let me hear you.”

- and then his fingers are back on your clit, rubbing it mercilessly to hear that not-so-shy sound of yours fall from your lips. it’s the way you get so embarrassed afterwards that drives him crazy. how could you make such a filthy sound and still act shy around him?

- his nose nestles in your cheek as he slides himself into you, wanting to feel you crack in real time. he feels every shudder, every increase in your body temperature, hears every slither of a moan. he wants it all.

- and when your feet rub against the back of his legs desperately, begging him to move once he’s bottomed out without using a single word? he chuckles darkly. “sluts don’t get what they want by acting like a baby.” his hands lift your jaw again, “tell me what you want.”

- “n-need…” your faces cringes as you silently beg for him to just do it through your eyes. he knows what you want, but he needs to hear it come from your pretty lips. he needs to see his babygirl all ruined. “need you to move, seongje. please. m-make me feel good.”

- his smile etches wide, “there’s my good girl.”

NA BAEKJIN !

SFW :)

- baekjin likes how quiet you are around him. it’s a stark contrast to the chaos in his world.

- whenever you’re stuttering over your words he just stares at you with a look that might seem blank to others, but just one fleeting look in his eyes tells you they’re full to the brim with love for you.

- because you’re shy, you don’t open up to a lot of people. you’re selective with who gets to know you well. and that makes all the difference for baekjin; knowing that out of everyone in the world, you chose him to let into your heart. he will give you the world for that. he’s told you over and over again, but you don’t realise how seriously he means that.

- a part of him does feel flattered, his ego boosting whenever he notices you squirming around him.

- he’ll be laying with you in bed, and all of a sudden he wants to compare hand sizes with you.

- it’s so silly, why would that make you so flustered? but it does and you sheepishly cover your face with your hands when he lifts his own, waiting to press it against your hand.

- “what?” he giggles, trying to split your hands apart.

- “you just caught me off guard…” you mutter, staring at your hands.

- he pinches your nose and shakes your head with it, “stop being silly and give me your hand.”

- he doesn’t play about other people making fun of your shyness, though. whenever anyone tries to make a comment around him about you, whether you’re there or not, he will glare into the perpetrator’s eyes and burn their soul from the inside out. if you are there, he’ll ask you to step out of the room briefly.

- god knows what he does when you can’t see.

NSFW >:)

- baekjin likes to claim he’s a hard dom, especially with that mouth of his. but he’s hardly rough on you, he treats you like you’re fine china sometimes.

- it takes everything in you to ask him to go a little further one day. to do all of those nasty things he says he’ll do but never brings himself to actually do it.

- he’s having sex with you, slowly inserting himself in and out of you while watching you whine underneath him. now is your chance to say it: now or never.

- “h-hh-harder.. jinnie.. harder.”

- baekjin lifts a brow, “harder?”

- “ruin me.” you say, trying to bury your head into the sheet. “please, jinnie, need more.”

- this flips a switch inside of baekjin as he sits up and lifts you with him. now you’re sat on top of him, straddling him with a red hot face. “earn it.” is all he says, his hands finding your breasts that he just can’t get enough of.

- earn it? he wants you to fuck him? you fall apart on top of him as you try to bounce on his cock, the shame eating at you like a parasite. it feels so good, but you probably look so slutty and dirty right now. your head finds the space between baekjin’s head and shoulder and you keep it there while you ride him.

- “want me to go harder still?”

- you nod, squirming on top of him.

- “this girl..” he chuckles, shaking his head before he lifts his hip upwards, making you bite down on his skin to hold your cries of pleasure.

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Geum Seongjae

1. The Moment He Finds Out:

Silence. He just stares. Then his lip twitches.

The second you tell him you’re pregnant, Seongjae goes quiet for a few seconds. He looks unbothered on the outside, but you know a thousand things are racing through his head. In that moment, his whole “world” shifts.

“I knew no one else could ever give me something like this.”

He says it softly, but something breaks in his eyes — like the idea of ever letting you go has become completely impossible.

2. Possessiveness:

Obsession. Protection. Paranoia.

He’s not just protecting you anymore, but everything you’re carrying inside you. Even the tiniest bit of stress is enough reason for him to lock you in the house. If someone bumps into you by accident? Seongjae might beat them up in the middle of the street without a second thought.

“I better not see you cry again. I’m dead serious.”

Even the dark circles under your eyes feel like a personal insult to him.

3. Physical Obsession:

He’s obsessed with your belly. Every time he talks to you, his hand goes there like a reflex. At night, he lays his head against it and whispers things to the baby. He starts acting like a “family” way before the baby’s even born — but not in a normal way.

“There’s a piece of me inside you. That means you don’t get to leave. Ever.”

4. Jealousy & Going Insane:

Another guy checking you out while you’re pregnant? Your best friend trying to take you out of the house? It’s all a problem. At some point, he might even try to hide the fact that you’re pregnant altogether.

“Don’t wear that. There’s no reason to show your stomach like that. People don’t need to see. That’s mine.”

5. Random Kindness Spikes:

He’ll suddenly start talking about baby room ideas, sweet little dreams, out of nowhere. In those moments he seems normal, like a regular excited dad — but there’s always a breakdown bubbling underneath.

“If it’s a girl, you can name her. But if it’s a boy… I’ll decide.”

6. Before & After the Birth:

The closer it gets to your due date, the more controlling he becomes. He chooses the hospital, who’s allowed in the room, even the nurse that’s going to be with you.

“If anything goes wrong… someone’s paying for it. Got it?”

And after the birth? He isolates you, the baby, and himself like it’s a three-person world. He wants to build everything from zero — just you three.

“It’s only us now. Everyone else out there is dangerous. What else do I need to do to make you understand that?”

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Na Baekjin

1. When He Finds Out:

Silence. He masks his emotions, but his pupils shake. After you tell him, he holds your gaze — and stays exactly the same. Cold. Serious. Neither happy nor mad. Then he lowers his head a little.

“Is it mine?”

He trusts you. He does. But he still asks — not because he doubts you, but because he wants to believe so bad it physically hurts. And maybe… because he hates himself a little too much.

2. He Doesn’t Say “I Can’t Be a Dad,” but…

Responsibility? That’s not something he’s ever believed he deserved. He tells himself, “Someone like me can’t raise a child.” But he still parks outside your place every night, just watching. Making sure nothing happens.

“Don’t be alone. I’m behind you like a shadow — just act like I’m not there.”

3. His Way of Protecting You:

Silent. Brutal. Shadowed. Baekjin never publicly claims you. But anyone who threatens you? They start disappearing one by one. He’s given a silent order across the whole Union.

“If anyone even thinks about getting close to her — they better have their grave ready.”

4. How He Sees the Pregnancy:

It’s guilt mixed with obsession. When he sees your belly, his eyes freeze for a second. Because there’s a life inside you — his life — and he’s still struggling to believe something so pure could come from someone like him.

“If I were someone cleaner… maybe we could’ve really had this together.”

Still, his hands always go to your stomach. Every time he touches you, it’s careful. Gentle. Like he thinks you might break.

5. He Cuts You Off From the World:

The closer it gets to your due date, the more he isolates you. Friends? Family? Opinions? None of it matters to him.

“I don’t care what anyone says. If something happens to you… I’ll burn the f*cking world down.”

6. “Family” Becomes Real for the First Time:

Baekjin never had warmth growing up. Never had a real home. But now? Now the idea of building a house — not a place, but a feeling — with you and the baby is something he clings to in the dark. One night, he says without thinking:

“If someone had hugged me growing up… maybe I could’ve loved as good as you do.”

7. After the Baby’s Born:

He’s a wall. Cold, distant. But always there. He won’t hold the baby and coo over it, no. But he stands by the crib at night while you sleep, silently watching the tiny hand curled around his finger.

“Would it be okay… if I picked the name?”

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Ahn Suho

1. When He Finds Out:

Shocked. Eyes wide. “Wait, what? Are you serious?! We’re PREGNANT?!”

At first, it doesn’t compute. He asks you to repeat it like three times. Then his hands start shaking. He might even tear up.

“I’m… I’m gonna be a dad? For real?!”

His first reaction is pure joy — mixed with straight-up panic. He wants to pick you up and spin you around, but the moment you say “Stop, I’m nauseous!” he freezes and immediately puts you down.

2. Ridiculously Affectionate:

He flips into “mom mode” in two seconds. Tries cooking for you, watches YouTube videos on pregnancy massages, double-checks every corner of the house like “is this safe for her? for the baby?”

“No more junk food. Less salt. Sit down, feet up. This baby’s not stressing you out!”

3. Fighting His Own Demons:

Deep down, he thinks, “I didn’t have a good childhood… what if I mess this up too?”

But he never says it out loud. He just holds you at night and whispers to your belly:

“If I raise this baby with someone like you… maybe I won’t mess it up.”

4. Emotional Rollercoaster:

Your hormones? Yeah, his are worse. You cry, he cries. You snap, he sulks — but then brings you a fruit bowl with a pouty face. One time, you probably ended up ugly crying together while eating stuffed grape leaves.

5. Silent Jealousy:

If he sees you talking to another guy? His whole vibe shifts. He won’t say anything, but the pout, the slumped shoulders, the quiet little stares — they’re all there.

“Go out if you want, just… wear something warm. And text me. At every step. I just— I worry, okay?”

6. The Birth Itself:

Sweating. Shaking. Crying. Loving. If they let him in the room, he’s right there, holding your hand like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. If they don’t — he’s on his knees outside the door, praying like his whole soul’s in it.

“You’re both okay, right? Please… that’s all I need.”

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Yeon Si-eun

1. When He Finds Out:

His brain literally freezes for a second before it starts processing. When you say “I’m pregnant,” Si-eun just stares at you in silence. No yelling. No running. No hugs. His hands tremble a little.

“How long has it been? Are you okay? How many weeks?”

He hides his emotions — but every question screams, “I’m scared to death of losing you.”

2. Switches to Practical, Strategic Dad Mode:

Hospital? Booked. Doctor? Researched. Nutrition? Charted. Stress? Monitored.

“You’re not eating anything on this list. I’m serious.”

But also:

“But… if you’re craving something… I kinda snuck in a little chocolate. Please don’t be mad.”

3. He Suppresses Emotion, But Never Leaves You Alone:

He didn’t grow up with love, so he genuinely has no clue how to treat you or the baby. But one thing’s for sure: he’s not going anywhere.

He’s not the jealous type — but he is controlling. He won’t say “who did you hang out with?” but he’ll definitely check your phone later and mentally profile anyone who could hurt you.

“Don’t see anyone who might stress you out. Please. Not for me — for our child.”

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Kang Woo-young

1. When He Finds Out:

Silence. Eyes on the floor. Then suddenly, his breath catches. He doesn’t say a word at first — just stares blankly. But if you look closely, you’ll see he literally forgot how to breathe.

“…I’m gonna be a dad?”

His voice shakes, but he tries to play it off. His jaw clenches.

“Okay. I’ll… I’ll figure this out. Just give me a little time.”

And then he leaves — not because he doesn’t care, but because he never planned to build a family. It was always just you and him. But later that night, he comes back. Finds you asleep, puffy-eyed from crying. Slips into bed behind you, holds you tight, buries his face in your neck.

“Don’t ever think you’re alone. No matter what… I’m here.”

2. Shows Love Through Actions, Not Words:

He can’t cook soup, but he’ll leave water by your bed every night. He can’t write you poetry, but he’ll tie your shoelaces without a word. And the first time your belly starts to show, his eyes well up.

“God, this is so weird. But so beautiful.”

3. Protection Style:

Quiet But Deadly.

Someone bumped into you? Woo-young doesn’t say a word. But a few days later, you’ll hear that guy got beat half to death in some underground ring.

He promises no more fights — “for the baby.” But of course he still does it.

4. Obsessed With Your Belly — But Too Shy To Show It:

His eyes keep drifting to your stomach when he talks to you. But he’s too shy to touch it. One night, you place his hand there — and he literally forgets how to breathe. His fingers tremble.

“Did you really love me this much?”

That night, for the first time, he rests his head on your belly and whispers for hours:

“Don’t be like your mom. She’s too soft. This world’s harsh.”

5. Emotional Breakdowns: Silent Crying:

As your pregnancy progresses, every time he feels like he’s not doing enough, tears fall. But he hides in the bathroom so you won’t see.

“I have to be strong. For both of you.”

6. Day of the Birth:

Looks like he just stepped out of a street fight. Doesn’t yell at the doctors, but the fire in his eyes says enough.

7. Fatherhood:

He can’t stop the baby from crying. Can’t change a diaper right. But every single night, he stays up beside the crib. He lets you cry in his lap without saying a word.

“You don’t have to be scared. I’m right here. Always.”

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Oh Beom-seok

1. When He Finds Out:

Stares blankly. He thinks you’re joking at first.

“Wait… are you serious? From me? Like, really…?”

Then his voice breaks. His eyes fill up, but he tries not to cry. Honestly? His world crashes down. Because his dad… well, you know. And it’s not about what’ll happen to him — it’s the fear of something happening to you or the baby.

“I’m gonna… be a dad?”

His voice cracks saying it. Because his father made sure the word “dad” left a scar on his soul.

2. Wants To Run — But Can’t:

In his head: “I’m someone who doesn’t know love, who grew up on violence, who shuts everyone out. What do I have to do with someone like you?”

But leaving you would be death to him. So instead, he goes quiet. Closes in on himself.

“I don’t want to hurt you… so I might keep my distance for a while. But I won’t leave. I promise.”

3. Blames Himself Deeply:

Lays in bed staring at the ceiling every night.

“What if I turn out like him? What if I am him?”

4. Hyper Emotional, Super Fragile:

Every time you’re tired, he blames himself. Don’t feel like eating? He tears up, thinking he messed something up.

“I can’t stand seeing you upset. I’ve already been so awful… don’t turn into me.”

To him, your pregnant body feels sacred. Sometimes he can’t even touch you.

“You’re carrying something inside you now. I don’t even wanna accidentally hurt you. I’m scared.”

6. The Birth:

He breaks. Shaking. Sitting in some hospital hallway, hands covering his face, sobbing like the world’s ending.

“Please… God, please don’t take her from me.”

7. Fatherhood:

Slow, but deeply tender. Doesn’t know how to hold a baby. But watches over yours every second of the night. Talks to the baby while you sleep.

And one day, watching the two of you together — he smiles. For the first time. A real, slow, genuine smile.

“I thought I had no place in this world. But… you gave me a room in it.”

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Go Hyun-tak

1. When He Finds Out:

This man goes feral. In a good way. Just stands there with this shocked, joy-filled smile, completely speechless. Then suddenly:

“Wait WHAT? OUR baby? PROJECT LEBRON JAMES BEGINS!”

2. Protective Soft Side Comes Out:

He shows up for every single doctor’s appointment. Tries to learn everything he can. At home, he leaves little surprises — hot soup, a fruit plate, a stack of pillows. But he does it shyly, almost embarrassed.

“You feeling okay matters more to me than anything.”

3. His Excitement Is Contagious:

Shopping for the baby? He treats it like a mission. Toys, clothes, the perfect paint color for the nursery — he’s got opinions.

“Our baby’s gonna sleep in the nicest room on the block, alright?”

4. Tiny Panic Attacks — But He Bounces Back:

He sometimes spirals like “what if we’re not ready?” But then breathes in, looks at you, and says:

“We’re in this together. No matter what. We’ve got this.”

5. Jealousy Is Soft & Silly:

Sees you chatting with another guy? Pouts a little. Then immediately smiles again.

“Sorry… I just. You’re kinda my whole world.”

6. Birth Time = Full Support Mode:

He’s right beside you, holding your hand, hyping you up with every push.

“You’re strong. I’m right here.”

When the baby cries for the first time, he’s standing right there, trying to feed it with trembling hands.

“Look at our tiny Lebron James.”

7. Dives Into Dad Life Fast:

He’s hungry to learn. Wakes up for every night feeding, writes down every little milestone.

“We’re building something new. You, me, and our baby. It’s gonna be amazing.”

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Park Humin (Baku)

1. When He Finds Out:

He screams. For real. Like he just scored the game-winning goal in the final second. Pure, goofy, chaotic happiness.

2. A Little Insecure:

His relationship with his dad? Yeah. Complicated as hell. He’s terrified of telling him, and even more scared he might turn into him. Just like Beom-seok, he fears becoming a bad father.

3. Quiet, Emotional Protection:

With you? He’s tough. Out in public? He smiles and holds your hand like you’re fragile glass.

“No one’s touching you. Baku’s right here.”

But when he’s alone, his chest aches with the memories of his dad.

4. Tiny Surprises & Care:

You’re tired? He sets up cute little things around the house. Brings your favorite dessert. Buys fresh chicken from your favorite spot.

“I know this isn’t easy… but we’ve got this. Together.”

5. Jealousy & Trust:

Sees you talking to other guys? His eyes tear up — but he never says a word. Keeps it buried.

“Just… understand me, okay? I just wanna protect you.”

6. During Birth:

Nervous as hell but stands strong. His palms sweat like crazy, but he holds your hand the whole time.

“You’re gonna be okay. You and the baby — you’re both okay.”

7. Fatherhood:

Soft. Steady. Scared. But loving. He’s clumsy at first, scared to touch the baby. But he never leaves your side. Stands by the crib every night.