i come here to write for and talk about my favourite fictional characters whenever i have the motivation !
the majority of the content i put out is for weak hero , but i do write for/talk about other kdrama's too ッ. my absolute favourite weak hero character is ahn suho , followed closely by na baekjin & yeon sieun !
other kdrama's (& movies) i will write for are : the glory ,, strangers from hell ,, daily dose of sunshine ,, all of us are dead ,, squid game ,, ballerina ,, brave citizen ,, dear x ,, if wishes could kill && teach you a lesson !
( i only write 'character x reader' fics at the minute , but i do write for both male & female characters )
i am also a big fan of kpop ! my fave groups are : 2ne1 ,, aespa ,, p1harmony && even though they aren't kpop i'm going to include xg because i am OBSESSED with them at the minute. pls if u love any of them message me so we can rant and obsess over them together ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
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what do u guys want first ??? pls vote i’m like 80% finished with all of these so i’ll probably have whichever one gets most votes out in the next day or two !!
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jun-hyeong (teach you a lesson) fluff kind of ??
moon-jo (strangers from hell) bf sfw & nsfw hc’s
unions girl au (weak hero) how reader reacts to gotak’s attack
gonna close requests just whilst i catch up on the ones sitting in my inbox/drafts ‹𝟹
should only be for a week or two i just don't want to let too many pile up and get overwhelmed with them all. i'll let u all know when i'm reopening them :D
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do u ever sit down with ur laptop and the intention of writing for 3 hours straight but ur mind is just completely blank and everything you come up with is horrible???! i hate it.
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
A = Aftercare:
He is fiercely protective and incredibly attentive. He is definitely not the type to just roll over and fall asleep. Afterward, his intense energy shifts into something deeply grounding and calm. He will pull you flush against his chest, wrapping his massive arms around you and softly ask how you're feeling.
He loves wiping down your skin with a warm towel or suggesting a shower together… not to fish for another round, but simply to make sure you are completely relaxed and free of any lingering tension.
B = Body part:
His absolute favorite parts of you are your hands or your neck. He is endlessly fascinated by the sheer difference in your sizes and strength… holding your small hands reminds him of the peace he only finds with you, miles away from his violent field work.
Your favorite part of him has to be his back or his broad shoulders. During intimacy, he loves feeling your fingers dig into his shoulders when things start getting too intense for you to handle.
C = Cum:
He heavily prefers coming inside you or coating your stomach. There is an incredibly possessive edge to his nature that he suppresses in his day-to-day life, but completely unleashes in bed. If he chooses to come on your skin, he loves watching the contrast against your flesh before cleaning you up himself with agonizing slowness.
D = Dirty Secret:
He has a major thing for overstimulation. He loves driving you right over the edge, holding you at the brink of ruin and ordering you to look him dead in the eye while forbidding you from moving. His little secret is just how much he enjoys seeing the pure, desperate plea in your eyes when you completely lose control.
E = Experience:
He is highly experienced and knows exactly what he’s doing. His age brings not just maturity, but a refined expertise. There are no clumsy movements or hesitation, he reads your body language flawlessly. He knows exactly when to switch up the tempo, where to apply pressure, and how to make you utterly unravel for him in minutes.
F = Favourite position:
Either cowgirl but with his hands firmly gripping your hips to dictate the entire depth and pace. Also he is obsessed with prone bone because it allows him to use his full weight to pin you flat against the mattress. He loves burying his face in the crook of your neck, biting your skin, and keeping a heavy hand locked on your waist to maintain a deep rhythm.
G = Goofy:
He is predominantly serious and incredibly intense, though he keeps that signature cynical sense of humor. He might flash a smirk or drop a teasing comment if you try to "rebel" against him in bed, or if you bite your lip to stifle your whimpers.
"No, no... don't hold that in" he’ll tell you calmly, pushing deeper.
H = Hair:
Impeccably groomed. Someone as strictly disciplined with his physical training doesn't slack on personal hygiene. He keeps everything clean, trimmed and aesthetic down below, matching his overall sharp presentation.
I = Intimacy:
It’s a unique mix of rough dominance and deep, spiritual devotion. It’s not traditional "sweet" lovemaking… it’s demanding, highly physical and heavy due to his sheer size. However, he is never careless. The emotional weight is intense: he treats you like his only safe haven in a world full of scum, so while his grip is iron-clad, his kisses are pure devotion.
If you’re in missionary, he will explicitly command you to wrap your arms tight around him.
J = Jack off:
He only does it when he’s away for days on ERPB operations, or when the stress of a case is so overwhelming that he needs a quick release to clear his mind before sleep. If you’re anywhere near him, he would a thousand times rather use your body than his own hands.
K = Kink:
Bondage: He loves light restraints, particularly pinning both of your wrists above your head using just one of his massive hands.
Marking: He is obsessed with leaving deep bite marks and bruises in discreet places that stay hidden beneath your everyday clothes. Seeing his marks on you the next day makes him smirk with pure self-satisfaction.
Breeding kink: He absolutely dreams of knocking you up one day, but he restrains himself for now because he wants to selfishly enjoy his uninterrupted time with you.
Size kink: He’s the type of boyfriend who constantly compares his hand size to yours during the day. In bed, he likes comparing other things…
Mirror kink: Hwa-jin loves the mirror in your bedroom. He will force you to watch the reflection while he touches you or takes you from behind, utterly captivated by the stark size difference between your two bodies.
L = Location:
While he appreciates the comfort of a king-sized bed, locking the door to his office at the ERPB headquarters late at night, with the city lights spreading out behind the glass, has a dangerous appeal. He thoroughly enjoys the adrenaline of clearing off his desk and taking you right there.
M = Motivation:
Your initiative. Because he always has to be the strongman, the master strategist and the protector in his public life, having you suddenly push him onto the bed, yank off his tie and take charge at the start drives him absolutely wild. It flips his hunter instinct on immediately.
N = NO:
Anything that causes real pain and anything involving genuine verbal degradation. He can be rough and deeply dominant, but he would never insult you or do anything to make you feel insecure or worthless. Mutual consent between you is absolute law.
O = Oral:
He absolutely loves giving, and he has infinite patience when he sets his mind to it. He enjoys the view from down there and the intoxicating sense of control when he hears you gasp. When it’s his turn to receive, he is quiet but commanding, running his fingers through your hair to guide your rhythm gently.
P = Pace:
He always starts with a slow, heavy and highly deliberate pace, intentionally wearing down your endurance. He loves watching you squirm and beg for more. Once his own patience wears thin, the rhythm becomes fast, hard and purely instinctive until you both crash over the edge.
Q = Quickie:
Not his favorite, as he prefers to take his time to fully decompress and worship your body, but he’s not against them. If it’s been a tense week and you only have ten minutes before he has to head out for a mission, he will pin you against the hallway wall without a second thought.
R = Risk:
He is completely open to experimenting with toys, new positions or semi-public places, but he will always ensure the risk is highly calculated. He is never going to let you get caught, he plans the logistics of his sex life just as meticulously as his field operations.
S = Stamina:
He has terrifying stamina. His military background and peak physical conditioning as a field supervisor mean he simply does not tire out. He can go for hours in a single round without his strength wavering once and he is fully capable of clearing 3 to 4 full rounds before showing even the slightest hint of fatigue.
T = Toys:
He doesn't have a massive collection, but he owns a few high-quality pieces (like a powerful bullet or wand vibrator). He introduces them when he wants to see your reaction or when he wants to keep you stimulated while he steps back just to watch you writhe.
U = Unfair:
He is brutally unfair, he loves playing dirty. He can spend hours casually touching your thigh under the table during a formal dinner or whispering explicit details into your ear about what he’s going to do to you the second you get home, only to act completely normal and professional the moment anyone else looks your way, leaving you desperate.
V = Volume:
He is incredibly quiet, low and guttural. He’s not a talker or a shouter, but he makes a lot of deep noises… low growls in your ear, heavy breathing and chuckles when he manages to make you scream his name. He prefers for you to be the loud one in the relationship.
W = Wild Card:
You went to visit him at the ERPB offices and ran into a group of corrupt, wealthy parents trying to corner and threaten him over their delinquent kids. You watched him handle the situation with his usual ice-cold calmness, utterly breaking their nerve and forcing them to back down through his sheer presence alone.
The second the room clears out and the office goes dead silent, the leftover adrenaline and dark tension completely transform him. He drags you straight into the records room, locks the heavy door, strips your coat off and takes you right there against the filing cabinets with an urgency he rarely shows… venting the entire day's fury into possessing you.
X = X Ray:
His anatomy absolutely does justice to his imposing 6'3" frame, he is noticeably well above average in both length and girth. He’s heavily veined and firm and when he's aroused, he becomes rock hard. His physical endurance carries over here, too… he maintains his size effortlessly between rounds.
Y = Yearning:
His sex drive is incredibly high, but he possesses immense mental discipline. He can focus purely on his work for days on end if a high-stakes mission requires it. But the exact microsecond the "supervisor mode" clicks off and he steps through the front door with you, all that repressed desire boils over completely.
Z = ZZZ:
Despite the heavy physical toll, his survival instincts keep him wired for a while. He will stay awake for a long time, silently tracing patterns along your spine or stroking your hair until he feels your breathing deepen into a heavy sleep. Only when he knows you are completely safe and dead to the world will he finally relax, close his eyes, and lock you tight against him for the night.
Just out of curiosity, you don't have to answer but you always talk about your favorite Weak Hero Character's, do you have a least favorite? I don't think you've mentioned it before? Forgive me if I missed it :)
okay some of u might hate me for this. (づ_ど)
i would say the weak hero character i’m not very fond of is beomseok … sorry beomseok lovers.
to me, i just can’t fathom the idea behind putting someone who never really did you wrong, in a coma???
the ‘it’s his trauma’ ‘u just don’t understand his character’ argument always vexes me bc beomseok is completely aware that what he doing is not okay. he had so many opportunities to be like ‘omg what am i doing??? i can’t do this’ but he never did. his trauma is not an excuse to act the way he did.
he literally put suho in a coma and you would think that would pull him out of whatever ‘i hate ahn suho’ spell he was under and he would be better but then not even 24 hours later he gets in yeongi’s face and tells her that it’s all her fault ??? like he’s still a massive bitch about everything even when suho is laying in a hospital bed.
literally everything could’ve been avoided if they had a real, adult conversation about everything but beomseok was too blinded by this unjustified hate for suho for that to happen unfortunately.
i will say, that there’s a scene (from memory i apologise if i get it a little wrong i haven’t seen this ep in months) where beomseok is telling sieun that suho only wants to be friends with beomseok for his money and suho overhears it and says something like ‘you’re talking about me behind my back now?’ and i really wish he had approached it differently and said something like ‘why would you think that i only want to be friends with you for your money?’ or something like that. maybe that could’ve changed things for them idk? a big missed opportunity on suho’s part but i am in no way blaming him for what happened, that was all on beomseok.
but yeah, i like him for the first four eps of season 1 and then i don’t. although i do like his little cameo in s2 it’s nice to see his face.
posting plug!seongje x reader part three tomorrow ۶ৎ
and then i'm gonna write some of my requests / finish some of the ones i have started. took a small 2 day break from writing bc i feel like when i force myself to write when i'm not feeling motivated and/or inspired that's when i end up disappearing for a few months.
also my sleep schedule is beyond ruined trying to stay awake for all these world cup matches, yesterday i literally woke up at 5pm, had something to eat and then fell back asleep until 10pm :/ i love football but i'll be happy to go back to my normal 6pm kick off times when the world cup is over !!
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Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
The morning sun barely peeked through the slats of the blinds, tracing golden lines across your boyfriend’s small bedroom. The air was thick and heavy with the lingering warmth of two bodies that had spent the entire night tangled together.
Park Hu-min… the dark-haired giant with shoulders like a literal wall, known to the world as "Baku", wasnt exactly an early riser, but something in particular was bothering him this morning.
You felt the shift in the mattress before you even opened your eyes. Hu-min pressed himself against your back, his broad, solid chest flush against your shoulder blades. His skin was burning hot, and it didn't take two seconds of shifting your hips to realize he was already rock hard against your backside.
"Sorry..." he mumbled against the nape of your neck.
He began seeking out a more intimate contact, grinding his length against you with focused intent. His hips rocked in a lazy yet urgent rhythm. You felt so small in his shadow, a sensation that always washed over you whenever Hu-min decided there should be absolutely zero space between the two of you.
"Good morning?" you teased, letting out a soft breath of a laugh.
"Sorry, I can't help it..." he started, sounding noticeably desperate. "Its just... I had a dream about you and..."
"It’s okay, babe" you answered, trying to soothe him while explicitly giving in to his touch.
His right hand slid under your arm, pinning you firmly by the chest. He pulled you flush against him, forcing you to slot perfectly into the curve of his body, making your backside press tight against his pelvis as he continued that agonizingly steady friction.
"Hu-min..." you managed to gasp, tilting your head back to find his face.
He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, his hands moving quickly over your skin to strip away your clothes. He didn't want to adjust; he wanted to stay in this "spooning" position he loved so much because it let him feel every single inch of your back against his chest.
He slid inside you in one deep, slow surge that seemed to fill every corner of your being. Hu-min let out a guttural growl, his grip on your waist tightening. His thrusts were powerful, driven by a strength that made the bed frame creak. With every push, you felt the sheer weight of his muscles and his raw need for you.
As the minutes ticked by, Hu-min’s pace took on an overwhelming energy. His movements became faster, more demanding. The wet sound of his hips slapping against your thighs joined the heavy cadence of his breathing.
You could feel his stamina only building with the effort. Far from wearing out, every plunge felt deeper than the last, raising the temperature until sweat made your bodies slick, sliding effortlessly against one another.
His hand on your chest tightened its hold as he lost himself in the frenzy of the moment. The pleasure was a rising tide, and your boyfriend was right at the center of it, pushing you toward the edge with a force that had you seeing stars.
"I can't... I'm not stopping" he gritted out through clenched teeth, his self-control shattering as the climax drew near.
When he finally hit his peak, Hu-min didnt pull away. Just as you’d discussed before, he let go inside you. He drove into you one last time, making your back arch and emptied himself completely, claiming you as his own. His spasms were long and deep… and eventually, he rested his forehead against your shoulder, utterly spent.
"Forgive me" he whispered, though he didn't sound sorry at all as he traced lazy circles over your stomach. "I just... I couldn't stop myself."
He stayed like that for a few minutes, relishing the feeling of being inside you and the synchronized thumping of your hearts. However, the protective Baku didnt stay gone for long. He got up with a sigh and returned shortly after with a warm towel.
With surprisingly delicate movements, he helped clean you up, tending to you with unexpected tenderness. Then he climbed back into bed, wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you back into his chest, ready to steal a few more minutes from the clock before the rest of the world woke up.
for those who are still interested in teach you a lesson fics , would any of you be down for a jun-hyeong fic? i'm not 100% sure what i'll be doing with it yet but there's something about his character that i really like (ignoring the bullying someone to suicide flaw he has).
also thank you for all the love on my hwa-jin fic so far !! & i am keeping an eye on my requests, check my works in progress post to see what i have coming soon !!
Hiiii! I'd really like to request cute and spicy headshots of Cho In-beon from "Teach You Elson" as his boyfriend.🩷
Cho In-beom | Boyfriend headcanons
Summary: What is In-beom like as a boyfriend?
Warnings: fluff, suggestive themes, established relationship.
Note: English is not my first language so feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
SFW:
❥ He loves throwing his arm over your shoulders while walking down the school hallways just so everyone can see you’re with him. His idea of being "sweet" is being fiercely protective… if someone so much as looks at you wrong, he’ll immediately glare them down.
❥ His physical affection is blunt and confident. He’ll pull you right onto his lap without asking while talking to his friends, using you as his personal resting spot. For him, having you right there is how he unwinds.
❥ His sweeter side really shows in how he takes care of your stuff. If your scooter, bike or any electronic device acts up, he’ll roll up his sleeves and spend hours fixing it just to impress you and remind you how handy he is.
❥ He loves teasing you or playing petty pranks on you just to see your reactions. When you get mad, he’ll let out that signature laugh of his, tug at your cheeks and plant a quick kiss on your nose to cut your tantrum short.
❥ While the teacher is explaining electrical circuits, he’ll text you a picture of his notes where he’s filled the margins of the page doodling your name with hearts around it, captioned:
“Class is boring as hell, can only think about your pretty face."
❥ When you’re hanging out with him and his tech-school friends, he’ll lock his arm tightly around your waist and won't stop bragging about how amazing you are or how good you are at something. He loves puffing out his chest and showing everyone that he has the best girlfriend in the world.
❥ If he shows up bruised or with busted knuckles after a school fight, he’ll grumble reluctantly if you try to patch him up, but he’ll sit completely still and let you do your thing. While you wrap a bandage around his hand, he’ll just stare at you with a soft smile, thinking about how incredibly lucky he is to have you.
❥ He’s the type of boyfriend who acts tough in public, but his chat with you is filled with the softest stickers: cuddling kittens or kissing bears. If you take more than five minutes to reply, he’ll spam your phone with crying emojis and hearts until you pay attention to him.
❥ Whenever it gets a little chilly or he just notices you look tired, he’ll take off his school jacket and drape it over your shoulders. He’s utterly obsessed with how oversized it looks on you and the fact that you go home smelling like him.
NSFW (not so much really):
❥ If he’s in the mood to get you alone, he’ll tell you straight to your face… no filtering, no subtlety, even if there are people nearby. He loves watching you blush while he just maintains a smug smirk.
❥ His kisses are intense, deep, and incredibly physical. He loves biting your lips with just the right amount of pressure and leaving very visible marks on your neck, almost like a trophy so everyone at school knows exactly who you belong to.
❥ When you're both in class and can't touch, he’ll lock eyes with you from across the room. It’s a heavy, intense and crystal-clear stare… the kind that lets you know exactly what he’s planning to do to you the second you’re behind closed doors.
❥ In bed, he’s definitely the one setting the pace. He loves using his physical strength to dominate you, pinning you against the wall or holding your hands firmly over your head. He deeply enjoys seeing the effect he has on you and how he makes you lose control.
❥ If you manage to sneak into the empty electronics or auto shops at school, he’ll use the setting to his advantage. He’ll hoist you up onto a workbench, slide between your legs, and kiss you with the urgency of someone who knows they could get caught at any second, feeding off that risk.
❥ He can get pretty bold over text, but he never loses his sap. He’ll send you messages like: "I'm dying to have you in my bed tonight, you're the most addictive thing in the world. I want to kiss every single inch of your skin and remind you a thousand times that you're entirely mine. Don't keep me waiting, babe" or "I love how shy you get when I take control, you look so beautiful it makes me want to eat you up and never let you go."
❥ In private, he loves slowly undoing your uniform shirt buttons with one hand while keeping his other hand firm on the nape of your neck, forcing you to hold his gaze as he completely undoes you.
❥ He’s used to physical roughness from the technical school environment, and he carries that safe but incredibly intense energy into the bedroom. He likes picking you up, straddling you, or holding you against the wall to feel your full weight, proving to you just how easily he can handle you.
❥ While things are heating up, his dirty talk gets way more direct and raw. He’ll whisper in your ear how good you look underneath him, how much it turns him on that you're his and he won't hold back a single thing he’s feeling in the moment, looking to completely break your composure.
❥ If you're in the hallway right before an exam or a boring class, he’ll pull you into a dark corner behind the lockers, slip his hand under your clothes for a firm squeeze and give you one of those breathless kisses… only to walk into the classroom smiling, knowing he completely ruined your concentration for the rest of the day.
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꣑ৎ― all characters depicted are 18 years or older consenting adults. │ wc: 2,5k
cw (please read & proceed with caution): adult content / s*xual themes / consensual adult intimacy / fluff / kissing / needy bf / h!ckies / strawberry jam involved / a little messy / slightly suggest!ve / bites / cutesy
pairing: boyfriend! yeon sieun x female reader
⤷ sypnosis: you and sieun are dating. his thoughts have been unusually needy all day, unable to stop thinking about how your lips would feel against his. eventually, the temptation becomes too much, surrendering to his need. finally giving in, he makes you his dessert.
۶ৎ author message ﹕this is a request by @lillycore ♡ enjoy!
"Can I request Sieun suddenly succumbing to the urge to desperately kissing reader (established relationship), pinning her to the wall and not wanting to let go of her?"
reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated ♡ + ↻
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The grocery bags crinkle as you shove the door shut with your hip, almost dropping one of them. You shake your hair out of your face, some of it just sticks there anyway clinging to your eyes.
You quickly kick your shoes of at the door before heading into the kitchen to set the bags down on the counter. An easy smile on your face while you unpack.
“Sieun! Baby, I’m home!” you call out, your tone carrying through the apartment.
He usually came grocery shopping with you without you having to ask. Sieun didn’t like when you carried heavy bags alone. He especially hated when the plastic cut into your palms even if you promised him it was fine. Promptly urging him to pull the bags right out of your hands without allowing room for protest.
But today you insisted on going alone, pushing him back toward his desk and his unfinished work.
It doesn’t take long before you hear his footsteps.
The kitchen was open to the living room, one of those small yet cozy apartments, making you catch him in your peripheral vision. His cream quarter zip and sweats were still on from earlier. A slightly worn out look on his face coupled with faint tired shadows underneath his eyes.
Always from staring at documents and his laptop screen.
His hair was a slight mess, probably from running his hands through it far too much.
He pauses when he sees you. Just for a second.
“You carried everything okay?”
Placing the jar of strawberry jam down, you looked up at him and slightly rolled your eyes. Though there was a little smile on your face.
“Yes, I carried everything okay,” you reassure him, knowing how much he thinks of your comfort. “You worry too much.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is.”
Sieun shakes his head.
“I just don't want you getting hurt.”
Your smile softens.
“I know.”
More groceries slowly spread across the marble countertop between you.
He leans over the island, forearms pressing into the cool surface. His sleeves were slightly pushed up, revealing how the muscles in his arms looked strained after spending the whole day hunched over his desk, typing away.
“I got a cupcake mix,” you continue, rummaging through another bag. “And frosting. Oh, and those little decorating things.”
He hums quietly.
“So we can make them together later.”
Another hum.
“And I got that strawberry jam you like.”
“Mm.”
“And hot chocolate since it’s so cold out—“
You pause.
“Baby.”
He isn't looking at the groceries.
His eyes are panning over you instead. The flushed look of your cheeks from the cold outside. The way your fingers carefully unpack each item. The smile on your face whenever you get lost in your own words.
Putting your arms around your chest, you cross them.
“Are you listening?” you raise an eyebrow.
“I am.”
“No, you're staring.”
A pause.
“Can I not do both?”
You smile despite trying to seem ticked off.
“I'm serious.”
“So am I.”
His voice is quiet, tired from work, but there's warmth in it.
“I like listening to you.”
You shake your head slightly and resume your unpacking.
His gaze drops briefly to your hands. At the pretty diamond sitting on your finger, catching the soft hue of the kitchen light, the promise ring he'd given you on your second anniversary.
His eyes linger there for a moment. Quietly in awe of everything. Such a minor detail, but the way it was resting so perfectly on your hand, it was a quiet reminder of a vow he'd made long ago. And he never regretted it.
Even now, watching you ramble about cupcake frosting, while unloading groceries in his hoodie with pink cheeks, the thought comes as easily as breathing.
Yeah. Her.
The same love he felt for you still deep within him. Within every inch of his body like you already owned him far beyond words could describe. Stronger now than ever.
He was sure about you. More sure than he's ever been about anything.
He rounds his way around the counter, watching you go on and on about a new Pocky flavor you were intrigued to try together, a smile playing at his lips. The corner of them lifting a little.
You look so cute. So perfect. Everything he needed in his life.
And craving you all day, was not making it any easier.
His need only doubled the moment you had walked out that door. Even while sitting at his desk, finishing up his last bit of work, his thoughts only kept drifting back to you. Always circling back to his beautiful girlfriend.
The way you’d laid so blissfully next to him in the morning. Lazily draped over the mattress, leg flung over him as you hugged him close. Face digging into his neck, close enough for him to smell your shampoo, like his chest was the only place you ever really wanted to be.
Which, naturally, made him sit restlessly waiting for you.
“—Right? It’s not crazy to say.”
His eyes flutter for a second as he snaps back from his thoughts, your voice cutting through the daydreams of how badly he wanted to sit you over that counter, wrap your legs around his waist and scatter your body with kisses and marks.
A dramatic sigh slips through you.
“You’re not even listening, I knew it,” you turn, already putting food away.
He pauses a moment trying to get his thoughts in line, string something coherent together that didn’t sound like he was caught lost of focus. Halfway between your words and his own reverie.
And yet, what he ends up saying is quite… unexpected?
“…You look beautiful.”
He catches you slightly off guard for a moment before you snap back in quite a stiff tone.
“Mhm.”
His eyes drift to the strawberry jam sitting on the counter. Without much thought, he twists it open and fishes a spoon out of the drawer, scooping up some and taking a bite straight from the jar.
The only person who could eat jam like that was Sieun. His hidden sweet tooth shamelessly came out around you.
And you had come to terms with that long ago.
He keeps picking at it inattentively, small bites here and there, his attention never leaving you. Eyes following you around the kitchen. The sway of your hair as you reach into the cabinets, the line of your back beneath his hoodie, the curve of your waist disappearing beneath soft fabric.
Putting the spoon aside, he swallows.
Something in him finally giving out. He couldn't keep his lips off of you any longer.
Sieun steps behind you as you reach into the fridge to slide a fresh carton of milk in, the cold air spilling out in between you. His hands find and settle at your waist, fingers tugging lightly at the hem of your hoodie before letting it fall back into place, like he’s toying with the idea for a second, teasing himself.
When he leans in, his breath brushes the back of your neck. Warm and soft, close enough that it changes the energy. Clashing with the cold waves coming from the fridge.
You feel it immediately, the way your skin reacts to his touch, small goosebumps rising along your arms as everything fades into something less important. Your thoughts tunneling in on the man behind you.
Pressed up against you.
“What’s gotten into you?” you ask, but you don’t move away.
He leans in and moves your hair to the side, pressing small kisses along the back of your neck, one after another, slow enough that it stops being accidental and starts being a choice he’s actively making.
His hands slide under your hoodie and stay there, fingers resting at your waist.
“Nothing,” he murmurs between kisses.
His crotch presses closer into you, making your breath catch as you felt his hard outline right against the curve of your ass.
“Doesn’t feel like nothing.”
He smiles against your neck, the corner of his mouth lifting from something only he knows, before his hands slide around you and turn you smoothly.
One arm slips around your waist as he crowds you against the wall, your back meeting the cool surface while his warmth closes in around you. His finger taps teasingly against the bottom of your chin, gently urging you to look up.
“Head up, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low enough to make something flutter in your chest.
You take a second too long to process it.
A tiny smile tugs at his lips.
“C'mere.”
His fingers slip beneath your chin, tipping your face up for you before he closes the distance, kissing you slowly, sluggishly. It felt like the kiss itself was mirroring how he wanted to relish the way your mouth danced against his.
He'd spent the entire day thinking about this and was finally getting what he needed.
His head tilts slightly, deepening the kiss, his free hand settling at your hip, keeping you close against the wall.
And without missing a beat, you kiss him back instantly, just as desperate to have him close. With the same intensity. His lips felt soft against yours, wet, inviting.
“Sieun…” you echo his name softly.
“Mm,” he breathes, smiling against your mouth. “Baby…”
His mouth doesn't last long before it finds your neck. Peppering it with gentle kisses as he pulls your head back by your hair. Not aggressively, but more like he's softly reminding you he needed to claim every inch of you.
“You smell good,” he rasps against your skin, sucking mixes of blue, red and purple on your neck. Tongue licking right into the thumping, restless rhythm of your pulse.
Eventually biting just hard enough to make you gasp before sucking the spot gentle. He blows cool air over the wet, stinging skin, and a full body shiver ripples down your spine before he kisses it warm again.
There was clear tooth indents in your neck. A sheepish smile immediately finds his face, though it doesn't stop him from going right back to it. Kissing, nipping, and fussing over every patch of skin he could find, as though he couldn't decide where to give his attention first.
Lacing with his hair, your fingers twirl it, your other hand on his shoulder. Keeping yourself sturdy in the moment.
“You’re being a little… needy…” you murmur between soft breaths, the words brushing his ear.
Which, weirdly, only seems to make things... more demanding.
As though the second he loosened his hold, you'd somehow disappear back into that evil grocery store that had stolen you from him for two whole hours.
“I just missed you,” he confirms.
You let out a little breathy laugh, “I wasn’t even gone that long.”
“Long enough.”
His breath comes in warm, shallow puffs against your mouth, pupils blown wide as he holds your gaze, the soft curve of his lower lip still pink from kissing. The need in his stare is sharp, that familiar puppy look in his eyes. Edged with a quiet claim that makes your heart stutter.
“A little break?”
He manages a sound of protest, his mouth slots back over yours before the sound can fully leave you, one hand fisted tight in the back of your hoodie to keep you close. His chest heaves against yours, every ragged breath warm between your lips, and he doesn’t pull back even when his lungs burn for air.
“Baby, mmh—” you giggle, his thumb brushing slow over the curve of your jaw before pulling back.
An idea clear in his eyes.
He grabs the same spoon once again, scooping a tiny amount and holding it in front of your lips.
"What are you doing?"
"Open."
"Sieun."
"Baby."
"You were just kissing me till you could barely breathe and now you want me to do a taste test? I already know it tastes go—"
Before you could finish, he slips the spoon gently past your lips and you have no choice but to take it.
"Don't swa—"
Immediately, the jam is down your throat.
"Baby, let me finish," he lets out a little breathy sound, almost a laugh, and shakes his head. Giving you yet another spoonful.
"Keep it in your mouth," he puts the spoon back.
Attention turning to you again, that is if it had ever left, his lips finds yours once more.
Only then do you realize what he's doing. And you'd be lying if it didn't make some certain parts of you pulse in need.
His tongue slips past your parted lips. The taste of the strawberry jam against his mouth as it mixes with his saliva, and his hand slides down to curl tight around your waist underneath your clothes, pulling you flush against him.
"Mm," he whines a little into the kiss, urging every bit of jam out of your mouth and into his.
His hands sneak up your torso, one settling tightly against your bra, cupping your tit into his desperate grip. The pressure of his thumb circling your sensitive peak makes your back arch off the wall into his chest. The moan you gasp out is swallowed immediately by him, his grip tightening just a little when you press closer.
Chasing the shudder you sent down his spine.
With one last content little hum, he kisses every bit of jam out of your mouth, sucking gently on your tongue before he lets go. His own tongue darting out to lick a bit that smeared the corner of your mouth.
Your fingers still curl in the fabric of his sweater, heart hammering against your ribs.
"Messy," he simply says and leans back in for another kiss, hand kneading your boob beneath the hoodie. Again.
Incredibly greedy.
“You taste good,” he whispers into your mouth.
You smile into the kiss, lewd, needy sounds spilling from your lips directly into his mouth. Your fingers twisted in the fabric of his clothes, your body leaning heavy into his, every nerve buzzing even as your knees go weak and you struggle to match the hungry rhythm he set.
“Better with the jam?” you tease.
He can’t help but smile, pulling back to study the expression settled on your face. The rosey tint spread across your cheeks, now definitely not from the cold but something entirely different, your messy hair, your pink bruised lips, and the glassy look in your eyes.
Especially the marks that adored your neck.
He stares a little too long. Thumb brushing against your cheek then your bottom lip. As if he was testing if you were real. Real and his.
“Mm.”
Another second passes.
“Don't make me compare you to food, weirdo.”
His mouth twitches.
You giggle.
“Seriously.”
The corners of his lips lift, something soft hidden beneath the teasing.
"Just you is enough."
A stupid smile washes over your face. Head over heels just as much as he was for you.
Hi, I'm glad you're back. Could you write something with Seogmok? Anything at all. I love his character even though he literally has almost no dialogue in the series lol I'm very fond of the actor If you can write something about him and the girl from the Union, that would be nice, something fluffy, but if it's something separate from that series, that's fine too, as long as it's something cute because of his quiet personality. 🙏
early bird gets the burger and fries.
contains reader being given a shitload of work to do from baek-jin, seong-mok being an amazing coworker & great friend.
content warnings nothing really? it involves union paperwork stuff so technically illegal activities but it's really nothing.
it was still early in the morning when you approached the rundown garage that had fast become a place that started to feel more and more like home with each day that you visited the shabby hangout. most people your age were no doubt still snoring away in their beds, which you could hardly blame them for. it was seven o'clock in the morning on a saturday after all.
but duty called, and you had a pile of three thick folders worth of data to be typed up before the weekend came to an end, courtesy of baek-jin who had so generously let you know about the work that needed to be completed just before you put your phone on charge for the night, via text message. you had half wanted to call the leader and beg him to extend the deadline, not really crazy about only having 48 hours to fly through what needed to be done but you knew logically that your boss would only turn you away with an uninterested dismissal.
the only option you had left was to just get it over and done with.
which is why you had forced yourself out of bed at 6am (or technically 6:20 after snoozing your alarm twice), eager to get it all done and out of the way as quickly as you could so that you could enjoy the rest of your free time before you returned to school on monday. if you were lucky, you'd be wrapped up and ready to return to the comfort of your bed by five o'clock tonight, if you just sat down and got on with it - no distractions, no ten minute breaks that become thirty minute naps, and no dong-ha to distract you with his conspiracy theory rants that actually made you question a few things (though you wouldn't admit that to him).
making your way inside the garage, you absolutely expected the entire building to be scarce of anyone who usually lingered around waiting for their next orders. more often than not, seong-je would be fast asleep somewhere but you knew for a fact he wasn't around from his instagram story, a blurry snap from an hour ago of him still battling it out for first place in some random game you had never heard of, with a stranger he'd been matched up with at the twenty-four hour internet cafe.
it wasn't the first time he'd forced himself into staying up all night, being too stubborn to back down when he felt the person he was playing against was being 'too cocky'. you just had to leave him to it, the only one who could pull him away from the screen when he got like this was baek-jin.
you had approached the old, leather couch and dropped your bag down onto it with a huff, relieved to rid yourself of the heavy weight from your shoulder, with the intention of paying a quick visit to the tiny kitchen space to prepare yourself a drink and some snacks that could help you get through the start of what was to be a long day sat infront of your laptop screen.
what was meant to be a quick and uneventful trip, quickly changed into something much more dramatic when you collided with a hard chest, you and the other guilty party turning the corner at the same time, both unbeknownst of the other heading in the opposite direction.
you gasped, your hand flying to your chest as if your heart was due to combust behind your ribs, which you were adamant was possible with how fast and frantic it was beating at the unexpected scare. you looked up, silently praying you weren't about to come face-to-face with some stealthy enemy of the union who had managed to break into the garage looking for a fight of some kind, there was absolutely no way you could take on a well built guy who had it out for your group of boys.
thankfully, the heavens were on your side for once.
you let out a sigh of relief once you had realised who it actually was that stood a few inches away from you, seong-mok hadn't even flinched at the near collision which didn't surprise you at all really, you were sure it would take an atomic bomb to make this boy show an ounce of shock.
"jesus seong-mok, what the hell could you be doing in the kitchen that creates no noise?"
his response was a raise of his arm, showing you the carton of orange juice he must've been getting from the refrigerator whilst you were just making your way inside. you hummed, fair enough.
"how come you're here so early?" was your next question, one that you asked whilst you made your way into the kitchen, eager to get your hands on something that could quell the rumbling of your stomach before it made you moody.
"i woke up at five, couldn't fall back asleep." he explained, following behind at a respectful distance. "i'm only going to get called down here later anyway, thought i'd just get a headstart."
"smart thinking." your lip quirked up at his reasoning, knowing he was absolutely right. baek-jin would probably need his assistance with something at some point during the day, you just hoped for his sake it wasn't anything like what you had to deal with. "where's your partner in crime? i thought you guys were permanently joined at the hip."
he clicked his tongue at that, a sound that made you smile knowing you had annoyed him with your comment, though you both knew it was all playful.
"why does everyone act like we spend every minute of our lives together? we're not even with eachother that often."
you sent him a look at that, knowing what he had just said couldn't be further from the truth. everytime you saw seong-mok, dong-ha was somewhere not far behind, and vice versa. you could count on one hand how many times you'd seen them on their own, this being one of them.
you finally settled on a bag of crisps and an energy drink to take to your designated work space, not a breakfast full of vitamins and all that beneficial stuff but it's not as if you were provided with the ingredients to chef up a breakfast worthy of a few michelin stars, so this would have to do. satisfied with the selection made, you turned on your heel and made your way back into the open space, heading straight for the couch.
once sat, you opened your energy drink and took a generous gulp, the condensation from the can made the drink feel slippery in your grasp so you made extra effort to grip it, not wanting the sticky liquid to end up all over you clothes.
seong-mok dropped down on the couch beside you, making sure there was still a little space between you, his demeanour around you had eased remarkably since you first started working with him. in the early days, he probably would have sat in baek-jin's office, out of sight, if you were the only two around. not because he didn't like you - though you were convinced that was the reason at one point - but because he wasn't very sociable around people he first met. it took a while for the introvert to warm up to you, enough for him to be able to remain in the same vicinity as you when you were together without feeling uncomfortable or unsure of how to communicate with you.
now, after having to be together so often, your friendship had practically been forced to develop, into something you would go as far as to call good friends. you were at that stage where if you saw a funny tiktok, or a tweet about something you had both spoken about previously, you wouldn't be shy about sending it to seong-mok and he would reply with his own input, even if it was just a thumbs up emoji.
after you were satisfied with the amount of caffeine now making its way around your body, you placed the can down at a reasonable distance. close enough for you to be able to reach it, but far enough for you to not accidentally knock it over if you moved without thinking. your eyes wandered over to the folders that had been left on the table, exactly where baek-jin had told you he had left them for you to retrieve, and a groan emitted from the pout you couldn't fight.
you had known you were in for a long day the moment the message from baek-jin showed at the top of your phone screen last night, but seeing it physically, in person, made it real. it wasn't something you could shove under your bed and forget about, like the chemistry homework you ignored in favour of suffering through a detention instead of giving yourself a headache over silly questions about compounds and atoms.
"i don't think i'm baek-jin's favourite anymore." you whined, leaning over the table to retrieve the first bulky folder, unfortunately it wouldn't disappear just because you wanted it to.
seong-mok watched with a tinge of amusement in his eyes, seeing you all whiny always served to entertain him when nothing else did, and he knew he was in for a whole day of hearing you grumble about how much you hated it here. he eyed the folder that you had now opened, before his eyes drifted to the remaining others that looked just as full to the brim, he was definitely thankful his given tasks were more of the physically violent kind.
"what do you have to do with it all?" he asked, still not completely up to date with all that you did within the illegal organisation.
"just type it all up really." you explained, opening up your laptop and hitting the power on button. "baek-jin likes everything to be very organised, i have to put the right information into the right document and make adjustments to any old stuff that's in there that's not true anymore, you know?"
you cocked your head to seong-mok, who just stared back at you like you had spoken in a foreign language. the clear confusion on his face made you laugh.
you picked up the folder and pointed to one of the things that had been messily sprawled down by someone who was either in a rush, or half distracted when they wrote it down.
"look at this for example." you glanced at the boy to make sure he was indeed looking at what you were pointing at before you continued. "it say's that gil-sung transferred ₩400,000 over to our bank account the other day, so i have to type that up in the money paid section in the document. and then after that i'll have to erase his ₩800,000 debt and make sure it's recorded that he's paid half, and still owes the other half of it."
you let the explanation linger for a moment, allowing seong-mok's brain to catch up with all that you'd said.
"ah. i get what you mean now."
"see, it's really not that hard! it's just a pain to do because there's so much of it."
he hummed at that, nodding in understanding at your current predicament.
"if you want, i could help you out? i don't know how useful i could actually be for you but, it gives me something to do until i'm needed elsewhere."
you thought about it for a moment, you were not about to turn down his offer that would help you get your job done quicker, you were just unsure of what he could actually do to help, with you only having one laptop and everything. then, an idea hit you.
"you could go through the other folders for me, try putting all the same stuff together so i don't have to keep going back and forth when i'm typing it up. put all the pages about money together, all the pages that have information about the bikes that are waiting to be sold on, together, does that make sense?"
his response was simple, a single nod as he gathered the next folder in the pile without complaint and you felt a wave of relief overpower the harsh bouts of irritation that had been lingering around you since you forced yourself out of bed this morning.
"you're paying for my dinner for this. i'll have a burger and some fries, five o'clock."
you raised a brow, your gaze returning to seong-mok whose attention remained on the first few pages in the folder, as if he hadn't said anything at all. you made a noise, half a scoff, half a laugh at his blunt demand.
"let's see how far you get before you give up first."
what followed after that was a good two hours of concentration, some small talk here and there whenever one of you got too fed up with constant work, and a warm realisation that the morning spent together had brought the two of you even closer together.
