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SYPNOSIS: How they'd react if you randomly kissed them out of nowhere.
PAIRINGS: whc boys (individually x reader) (unest. relationship)
GENRE: fluff
WARNINGS: kissing (obv)
WORD COUNT: 2.4k
NOTE: My first headcanons! Please tell me how I can improve with these & if there's anything you like/don't like with my headcanons.
(Go check out @yversz & @heartshapesandcigarettes their headcanons & posts are amazing)
REBLOG for a kiss ♥︎ ─── MASTERLISTS
★ YEON SIEUN! ─── 연시은
─ The fluorescent desk lamp cast a harsh, bright circle of light on your shared textbooks, leaving the rest of Sieun's small apartment living room in soft shadow. You were both running on fumes and cheap instant coffee, hunched over a particularly difficult calculus problem. He was quietly murmuring equations, tapping his pen against the paper with focused intensity, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration. You watched the way his hair fell over his eye and the serious set of his jaw, and a sudden, irrational wave of affection hit you.
• You leaned in swiftly, catching him right on the corner of his mouth just as he was about to write down the final answer to the problem. It was a quick, soft peck—barely a second long—and you pulled back immediately, trying to act like nothing happened.
• He freezes instantly. The pen hovers mid-air, a stray drop of ink threatening to smudge the crucial math equation he was trying to solve. He stares straight ahead for a solid five seconds, utterly still, like a statue carved out of sleep deprivation and intellectual rigor.
• His face, usually a study in controlled neutrality, begins a slow, mesmerizing transformation. First, a faint, almost invisible pink dusts the tips of his ears. Then, it sweeps across his cheeks in a startling, vibrant blush that makes the pale circles under his eyes stand out even more.
• He finally turns his head very slowly to look at you, his eyes wide and unblinking. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out except a shake breath.
• He clears his throat and then says, in a voice about an octave higher than normal, "W-we... we didn't... solve the derivation yet." He gestures vaguely at the textbook, trying desperately to regain control of the situation by focusing on the only stable constant in his life: mathematics.
• He then spends the next ten minutes nervously flipping pages, completely unable to focus, constantly re-reading the same sentence about the quadratic formula while you pretend to be deeply interested in a smudge on your notebook. (But you swear you can see him smiling so often the rest of the night when he thinks you're not looking.)
★ AHN SUHO! ─── 안수호
─ The two of you were sprawled across his couch on a lazy Saturday afternoon, surrounded by empty chip bags. The TV was blaring a surprisingly aggressive children's cartoon involving a perpetually exploding badger. He was laughing loudly at the ridiculous animation, leaning back with one arm casually draped over the back of the couch, his smile bright and unguarded.
• The exploding badger made a particularly satisfying KABOOM sound effect, and in a moment of pure impulsivity, you reached out, cupped his cheek, and gave him a cheerful, slightly salty (from the chips) kiss right on the lips.
• Suho’s booming laugh cuts off instantly, replaced by a sound best described as a surprised dolphin trying to whistle. He stops breathing entirely.
• His eyes, usually full of mirth, are now comically wide, focused entirely on your face with an expression of utter, delightful bewilderment. He looks exactly like a golden retriever who has just been given the best squeaky toy he's ever dreamed of.
• He slowly lifts the hand that was draped over the couch, his fingers twitching, and touches his mouth tentatively, as if confirming the kiss actually happened and wasn't a sudden, sugar-induced hallucination.
• "Wait, hold on," he manages to croak out, leaning in conspiratorially. "Did... did I just get an achievement unlocked? What was *that* move? Is that... is that the legendary 'Kiss of Courage'? Did I win a prize?"
• He grins, the shock quickly dissolving into delighted mischief. "You know, for an unexpected attack, your form was impeccable. But fair is fair. You caught me off guard. You wanna go for round two? I promise I'll be more prepared this time."
★ OH BEOMSEOK! ─── 오범석
─ The air behind the school’s maintenance shed was cool and smelled faintly of damp concrete. Lunchtime chatter was a distant, muffled hum. Beomseok was nervously shifting his weight, fiddling with the straps of his backpack as he recounted a small, minor embarrassment from his morning class, his voice low and self-conscious. You were leaning against the wall, listening patiently.
• He finished his anecdote, looking down at the ground, waiting for your quiet affirmation. As he finally looked up, you took a small step forward and gently placed your hand on his arm for balance as you quickly pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to his mouth.
• His entire body locks up, becoming impossibly rigid. He stops breathing. You can practically hear the emergency shut-down protocol engaging in his brain.
• His face, already a little flushed from talking, goes full scarlet, starting from his neck and spreading upward. He manages to look both immensely panicked and like he might cry happy tears at the same time.
• He takes a jerky step backward, tripping slightly over his own feet, and bumps hard into the brick wall behind him with a dull thump. He winces, but doesn't seem to register the pain, too preoccupied with the sudden, overwhelming affection.
• "Y-Y/N... I... I, uh, the... the history test... is... next week," he stammers, pointing vaguely in the direction of the main building with a trembling hand, desperately trying to change the subject to something less terrifyingly intimate.
• He spends the next few minutes staring intently at the ground, occasionally lifting his hand to quickly brush his lips, like he’s trying to verify the texture of the air, completely unable to look you in the eye. He finally manages a tiny, almost silent "thank you," making it sound like a profound declaration of love.
★ PARK HUMIN! ─── 박후민
─ The school gym was a cacophony of squeaking sneakers, shouting coaches, and the rhythmic bouncing of basketballs. Humin was standing near the entrance to the court, decked out in his jersey, looking focused and slightly tense. He was going over the plays in his head, bouncing a ball slowly between his hands, right before he had to join his team for the final huddle.
• You walked up to him, held his head still with both your hands, and gave him a quick, firm, "good luck" kiss right on the mouth. "Go get 'em, champ," you whispered against his lips.
• The basketball, which he had been bouncing so meticulously, slips right out of his hands, makes a lonely little ***boing*** noise, and rolls harmlessly away towards the bleachers. He doesn't even flinch to catch it.
• He stares at you, his eyes wide and the intense focus he had on the game completely wiped out, replaced by a dizzy, dopey grin. He looks less like a star athlete and more like a cartoon character who just got hit by a lovely, soft anvil.
• "Wait, hold on, was that... was that my good luck charm?" he asks, his voice slightly breathy. "Because if that's the good luck charm, I think I need to test its efficacy. Just to be thorough. For science. Maybe one more, just to make sure the good luck is really stuck on."
• His teammate calls his name from across the court. Humin snaps back to reality and, still smiling like a goofball, yells back, "I'm coming! I just received an extremely important strategic pre-game... consultation!"
• He runs off towards the huddle, but instead of focusing on the coach's instructions, he repeatedly messes up his high-fives and can’t stop touching the corner of his mouth with his index finger while trying to suppress a giant, ridiculous smile.
★ GO HYUNTAK! ─── 고현탁
─ The restaurant was warm and smelled delightfully of spices and frying oil. You were sitting across from Hyuntak in a slightly too-small booth, enjoying some comfort food. He was mid-sentence, passionately complaining about the questionable morality of a side character in the drama he was watching, gesturing wildly with his chopsticks.
• As he paused for dramatic effect, leaning slightly over the table, you quickly reached up and pressed a swift kiss right over his lips, which were still slightly slick with sauce.
• He stops talking immediately, his mouth half-open, ready to deliver his next powerful argument. His chopsticks, which were holding a piece of fried dumpling, freeze mid-air before slowly lowering back to his bowl, forgotten.
• He stares at you with an expression of utter, scandalized confusion—not because of the kiss, but because you interrupted his very important, food-fueled critique of a secondary character's life choices.
• "Hey! What the—" he begins, but the protest dies in his throat as the realization hits him. The confusion melts away, replaced by a deep, rumbling warmth and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
• He leans back in the booth, crossing his arms and putting on his best faux-tough guy smirk. "Oh, you wanna play dirty, huh? Interrupting a man mid-rant? That's a bold move, Y/N. A *very* bold move. You know what that means, right?"
• He dramatically taps his fork on the table. "You owe me. And since you clearly enjoy the taste of my favorite sauce, you're buying dessert. And maybe... maybe another one of those 'interruptions' later, for good measure."
★ GEUM SEONGJE! ─── 금성제
─ Seongje was absolutely furious, pacing a tight circle in front of you. Some idiot had messed with his bike, and he was delivering an explosive rant filled with creative threats and colorful metaphors, his voice loud and verging on a scream. His rage was a purely focused energy, and he was completely locked onto his anger.
• He takes a massive, chest-heaving gulp of air, preparing for the climax of his tirade—likely a promise of destruction. You grab his leather jacket, pull him forward, and cut off his oxygen supply with a silencing, forceful kiss.
• His anger literally stalls. It’s not sweet or romantic; it’s an immediate, disruptive stop to his primary function. His fists, which were clenched and ready to punch the air, slowly relax, and his body goes momentarily slack with shock.
• When you pull away, his eyes are still wide, not with sweetness, but with the sudden, jarring interruption of his flow. He stares at you, breathing hard, his expression a mixture of bewildered confusion and residual, thwarted aggression.
• "Hey!? What was that for?! I was about to describe exactly how I was going to turn that punk into a cheap pile of spare parts!" he snarls, but the anger lacks conviction; it's already dissipating.
• He runs a hand through his hair, genuinely thrown off balance. He looks around nervously, as if he expects the culprit to jump out and mock him again now that his fury is dampened. He frowns. "You... you ruined the momentum. That was a serious, powerful moment of justified outrage."
• He stops pacing, slightly annoyed, but he can't stop looking at you. He shakes his head, then reluctantly concedes with a rough sigh. "Fine. Whatever. It worked. I'm... calmer. But if you're gonna use a move like that, give me a heads-up next time. I need to prepare my defenses." He then tries to look composed, but his eyes keep flickering to your mouth.
★ NA BAEKJIN! ─── 나백진
─ The atmosphere in his office was quiet, the air cool and smelling faintly of disinfectant. You had taken a tumble in gym class, resulting in a scraped knee and a minor cut on your elbow. Baekjin was kneeling slightly, focused on taping a gauze pad to your arm with precise, efficient movements. He was all business, his expression cool and detached.
• He finishes the bandage, giving it a final, firm tap. As he pulls back, assessing his work, you reach out and place your hand on his shoulder, leaning in to give him a brief, appreciative, almost thank-you kiss on the mouth.
• Baekjin does not flinch or look panicked. His eyes, which were on your arm, immediately snap up to yours, intense and assessing. He maintains a perfect, silent composure, though the hand that was resting on your knee tenses slightly.
• He doesn't stand up right away. He simply holds the moment, looking deep into your eyes, giving you a look that is part surprise, part challenging interest, and part guarded appreciation. His mouth remains in a tight, neutral line.
• He slowly rises to his full height, dusting off his pants with deliberate care. He picks up the stray roll of gauze from the carpet with calm efficiency.
• "You are bleeding through the dressing," he says, his voice flat, gesturing to the bandage he just put on, entirely sidestepping the actual point of your kiss. "Keep pressure on it. Do not exert yourself."
• He walks back to his desk, but instead of organizing, he stands there for a beat, his back to you. Then, without turning around, he speaks, his voice low and serious: "I expect that kind of initiative in all matters, Y/N. Don't let your guards down." It’s his own subtle, tough-guy way of acknowledging the gesture and enjoying the power play.
★ KANG WOOYOUNG! ─── 강우영
─ Wooyoung was absolutely drenched in sweat, his chest heaving, but he was currently doing a series of increasingly elaborate bicep and tricep flexes in front of the weight room mirror. He was loudly recounting his rep count and offering unsolicited advice on proper form, oblivious to the fact that everyone else was trying to pack up and leave. He was just a little *too* pleased with himself.
• You walked right up to him as he was admiring his peak bicep, grabbed his damp face towel, wiped a bead of sweat off his brow, and gave him a quick, firm kiss, right on the lips.
• His flex immediately collapses. His arm drops, and the look of intense, self-satisfied concentration is replaced by one of genuine, speechless astonishment. He looks at his reflection, then at you, then back at his reflection, checking if his muscles had suddenly evaporated.
• "Wait, hold on, was that... was that a reward? Did I win a gold star for my excellent pump?" he asks, his voice thick with confusion and delight, his ego instantly inflating past its previous limits.
• He then immediately throws his arm back up, striking the most dramatic pose possible, puffing out his chest. "I knew it! My gains are too powerful! They attract... the attention of beautiful admirers! Did you see the symmetry? You can tell me, Y/N, I won't judge, was it the tricep definition?"
• He starts trying to flex his shoulder, his neck, and his calf all at the same time, attempting to get you to give him another "reward" by displaying his physical superiority.
• "You know what," he says, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it dramatically, "I think I need to hit a few more sets of abs. For science. To see if the coefficient of attraction is directly proportional to the amount of defined muscle. Don't go anywhere; this is important research!"
pairings: Yeon Sieun x fem!reader, Ahn Suho x fem!reader, Park Humin x fem!reader, Go Hyuntak x fem!reader, Kang Wooyun x fem!reader, Geum Songje x fem!reader, Na Baekjin x fem!reader
Synopsis: whc boys when you ride their thigh
genre: smut (minors dni!)
wc: 2,609
Warnings: smut, fingering, masturbation, thigh-riding, established relationships, semi-public, swear words ("fuck"), cock-warming, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation
author's note: english is not my first language and neither my second, so I apologize for any mistakes (finally found out how to make gradient text yay)
˙⋆✮ Yeon Sieun
He'd be doing homework, having completely forgotten the girl that's napping in his bed, her own notes long forgotten in her backpack, trusting her lucky charm to get her to pass rather than an actual study session.
You'd get bored after your phone battery runs out, dragging your limbs across the room to kneel beneath Sieun's desk, grabbing his charger. Your about to get up again when your knee brushes his shin. The feeling of his sweatpants' material brushing over your bare skin makes the air sharper around your shorts. Goosebumps runs over your arms as an idea blooms in your head.
Biting back a grin you slowly start to rise, arms traveling up his legs as an excuse of helping you up. He doesn't even spare you a glance as you rub the tip of your nose up his chest, nuzzling his throat before burying your face in the crook of his neck.
"Don't distract me. I have a test.", Sieun warns, voice low. You just hum in response, wrapping your legs on either side of his right thigh. As you place your core directly on top of his muscle, a moan slips from your lips as you feel him flex his thigh through the thick material. You start to lazily rub your lower half over his sweatpants, the growing heat down there turning sweeter with every body roll. It doesn't take long for a familiar coil to build up in your lower stomach. You chase the friction, rutting a little faster to finally make yourself come.
But he's annoyed, clamping a hand between your thighs to make you immobile. "You serious?", he asks you, eyes wide in disbelief. At first you whine at his cruelty, slapping his chest for your lost build up. "You're so mean. I was so close."
But then..
Even if it wasn't his intention, the way his fingers practically grip your pussy makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.
His head snaps to you as you begin to rub your core against his long fingers, shuddering at the sensation of lightning cursing through your core. His eyes are suddenly fixed on you. Your face caught between concentration and pleasure, your hips buckling up and down. He can't help but stare, unwittingly flexing his index finger to help you out. You cry out at the sudden pressure. "Fuck, that's it.", you moan as your toes start to curl.
As your orgasm finally hits, you grip his shoulders, steadying yourself as you ride out the sensation, not stopping until you've calmed down again. You place a kiss on his chapped lips.
"Thank you for your service, I'm heading home now." You stand up but your knees immediately give in again as he pulls you back onto his lap with a lazy flick of his hand around your wrist.
"Because of you I'm out of concentration.", he says, voice hoarse. "You wanted attention so bad, I'll focus on you for the next few hours." Your eyes trail down to where your knee sits. It must've brushed up against his length a lot, because his bulge is unmistakably and painfully hard.
˙⋆✮ Ahn Suho
Suho is on his phone, watching some Youtube videos on how to start drop shipping or something when you stumble in. When he asked you to come over you imagined leaving a few hours later with ripped buttons and messy hair but instead you're sat on his coffee table while he clicks the third part of this stupid video essay. Frustration is a mild word compared to what's bubbling under your skin.
Your wearing a dress so flowy and short than you can see the red panties with every tiny breeze of the wind but here he was, sitting on his ass eyes focused on something else. You decided to take care of it yourself. You didn't need him actively after all. With a tiny hop, you plunge on his lap, straddling him at first. He hums in response, eyes still glued to the screen.
You sigh, laying your head on his chest. One of his hands starts drawing patterns on your back and you flinch at his cold hands. Soon enough you start to draw your pussy across his bulge. The sensation is sweet, stealing a moan from you. Even tho you can feel him get hard, he's still not looking at you. So you get bolder, dragging your clothed clit against his thigh before jumping up slightly, landing on his dick. He closes his eyes at that, taking a sharp breath.
"You having fun?", he asks between clenched teeth. You just nod, going on. At some point you notice that he's discarded his phone somewhere, both hands on your hips instead.
"You can do it.", he assures you as he catches your gaze, pressing you down harder. The pressure of his length pushing your panties way between your folds has you panting. Your hole spasms, clenching around nothing as you come. You throw your arms around his neck, steadying yourself as the pleasure washes over you. He removes some loose strands of hair that cling on your sweaty forehead, pecking at your neck.
Suho caresses your cheek, resting his forehead against yours."You like using me?", he asks as a mischievous grin plays his lips.
"I love it.", you respond.
˙⋆✮Park Humin
Baku is busy shooting hoops and you? Thighs pressed together, water bottle between your legs, enjoying the pressure the cold plastic leaves against your core. Here and there you lift your hips slightly, burying the bottle just a little underneath your hole.
It feels so rough against the delicate silk of your underwear.
Hadn't you worn a skirt today, the heat from watching your sweaty boyfriend run around across the basketball pitch from the bleachers might've not been so impossible to ignore. So here you were, using the dark of the evening to hide the fact that you're literally rutting against plastic from watching your boyfriend play with his friends.
After a while the boys start to spread, heading to different spots on the field to take a sip from their water bottles. It doesn't dawn down at you in that moment that Humin is jogging towards you, climbing the bleachers, for exactly the same reason.
"You want an audience or what?", he starts, immediately spotting the see through plastic underneath your skirt. "Huh?", is all you can get out. He tugs the bottle from under you, making you clamp a hand over your mouth as a moan tries to slip due to the container grazing your wet slit. "I could hear you panting you from all the way over there, babe.", he murmurs taking a sip from his water.
Your eyes are fixed on the way his jaw moves, the way his throat throbs with every sip. Your hole aches at that. "Humin.", you groan. He hums, searching your distressed face for your need. That's when his gaze travels down your body, halting at your painfully pressed together thighs. He barks out a laugh, the sound too loud in the quietness of the night. His teammates crane their neck to see what his deal is, but his eyes are fixed on you.
"Do you need your boyfriend to help you out?", he whispers into your ear, face hovering so close to yours that you can feel the way his lips curl into a smile. You can't get a word out, so you just nod. He grips your waist, hoisting you up at once before sitting down on your spot and placing you on his thigh. His big hands drag the hem of your skirt up and you grunt at the feeling of his bulge directly on your hole. Your thin panties and his basketball shorts are barely enough material to be called a barrier.
"Alright, where do you want me?", he asks, feeling you squirm on top of him.
You rest the back of your head against his shoulder, his chest like a brick wall behind your back as you guide his hand between your thighs. He chuckles, grabbing his backpack off the floor and placing it onto your lap, hiding how his hand is buried underneath your skirt. He hisses when he pulls your panties to the side, feeling your wetness ooze onto his fingers. You grab his arms, steadying yourself as he peels you open, already so wet he eases in without any restrain. He starts working immediately, relentlessly picking up the pace until you can hear the wet sounds emitting from your squelching pussy.
It's dirty, it's sinful, it's in public. But none of you care in that moment.
He just wants to make his girl come and you're in some real need for release.
Your vision explodes when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, applying pressure on the bud. His other hand clamps over your mouth as you fail to keep quiet. "Shh, baby.", he coos. "They're gonna hear." It doesn't take long for your climax to hit. Your whole body rocks as your orgasm arrives and he fucks you through it, pulling out his fingers when you threaten to fall off his lap. "Good?", he asks as he licks his fingers clean. You just stare at him, eyes wide.
"What? I can't get back there covered in you." He just shrugs, gives you a kiss on the temple and hurries back to his friends. Gotak tosses him the ball, irritation painting his features.
"You guys done? Did you make your girlfriend come? Then get your ass back in the game." Baku laughs at that, voice so loud it makes you chuckle.
˙⋆✮ Go Hyuntak
The TV is loud, the animated crowd cheering as GH sends a ball flying into the basket in a perfect arch. "You play real life basketball, why do you have to play digitally too?" He just shushes you, manically pressing down on the controller's buttons. You groan, crawling over to him on the beat up sofa in his room. He lifts his arms without missing a beat, allowing you to sit on his lap, your face buried against his chest. He brings down his chin, resting it on your shoulder.
"Are you seriously using me as a pillow?", you protest. Your boyfriend just chuckles. "Can I use you as a feeder too?" You sigh but comply, grabbing a long forgotten cold fry from the pile on the plate and plop it into his open mouth. You're about to call it a day and leave when a losing sound erupts from the screen, making Gotak tap his leg up and down in frustration. You have to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning as his thigh keeps hitting your clit through your thin layers of clothing. This might be easier than expected. You just relax against him, enjoying the pleasure that forms in your abdomen as his leg keeps up the rhythm. When he lets out a grunt of success, pulling his knees up, you actually see stars.
The way his thigh flexes underneath his shorts, rubbing just the right part of your pussy, has you clench down as you dig your fingers into his sides, riding out your orgasm before limply falling back against his chest. Gotak, oblivious to your masturbation process for the past ten minutes, cheers, tossing away his remote. He plasters kisses along your face.
"I won. Now we can celebrate.", dimples dig into his cheeks as he beams at you. His expression falters a little as he takes in your disheveled appearance. "What's with you?", he asks, only then noticing the sticky wetness that's covering a part of his shorts. "You already came? From that? And I missed it?" You laugh at his disbelieving expression.
˙⋆✮ Kang wooyoung
You're fingers are starting to prune with the time they've been buried in your wet cunt.
No matter what angle you're trying, it just doesn't hit the right spot.
You're about to give up when the door slides open. Sweat tousled wild hair, reddish sticky skin and the clothes cling to his chiseled body. You can feel the slickness pooling between your legs at the sight of your boyfriend.
"Hi.", you muse, adjusting the old tee that's barely covering up your lower half, as you stand up. His eyes roam your body, breath still heavy since he probably jogged home like he always does after training.
"Hi. What's up.", he answers, hands already gripping the hem of your shirt before slowly dragging it upwards, revealing your flushed skin. The smell of the sweat clinging to his body is enough to make your hole throb. "I want you.", you mutter against his chest.
"You in heat?", he asks, chuckling at your unusual behaviour. "I'm desperate.", you mouth, guiding his hand beneath your navel. He cusses at that. "Okay, let me catch my breath first.", he proposes but you're already dragging him towards the couch. "I don't need you to do anything. Just sit still." He does as you ask him to, nothing but his ragged breath emitting from him.
Since you've already worked yourself open, it takes only a few circles of your lips for the build up to return. You close your eyes, letting the slow pleasure rise inside of you until your abs turn hard with anticipation. Your eyes snap open at a sudden stretch that's just hitting the right spot. Glimpsing at your boyfriend between fluttering lashes, you see him pump two fingers in and out your gushing cunt. "Just wanna help my girl out.", he shrugs, acting all innocent as he goes faster, thumb pressing down on your swollen clit. You chase his hand, falling into his rhythm as you feel your stomach tighten.
Toes curling, fingers digging into his shoulders and a cry escaping your throat, you come. The orgasm washes over you but his fingers work relentlessly. "Let's do one more.", he proposes, pupils blown at your fucked out face.
The second orgasm crashes even harder, stealing your vision for a moment. "Let's continue this in the shower." With that he heaves you up, walking over to the bathroom.
˙⋆✮ Geum Songje
You're on your phone arms draped around his neck while GS just sits there, eyes fixed on his computer screen while sounds of gunfire blast through his headphones. The first drag is not intentional. You slip from his lap when he kicks at his desk for having missed a shot, at which he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, dragging you back up. The video on your phone is suddenly irrelevant. You push your ass back, rubbing your core back up his thigh to get that exact sensation back. Songje reacts at once.
"Don't distract me, I have people to kill", he mutters, but you can't stop. It's too sweet.
"I swear if I die because of you.", he warns.
"If you lose, I'll cheer you up.", you propose. "If you win, I'll reward you." You swipe your tongue along his neck.
"So, it's a win-win for me anyway.", he concludes.
You chuckle, riding him faster. As you chase that sweet release, you fail to repress your moans. His headphones emit noises and part of those noises are voices. "Is that a chick?" "Whose mic is that and can you open the camera?" GS curses, shutting off his microphone before chasing the guys' players, shooting them dead even though they're in the same team.
You're oblivious to the scene, hips rocking as lightning courses through your veins. "Fuck, yes.", you pant. "I'm-"
You cry out as the orgasm washes over you, your cunt spasms as it clenches around nothing. You fall limp against your bf who has grown quiet, jaw clenched but you can't make out why as your post orgasm fogs your mind.
He sets his controller on the table, lifts you up and rips your pyjama shorts and panties down in one go.
Before you can say anything he already frees himself, eyes glinting as he slams you down hard on his cock. A mischievous smile dances on his lips.
"Now stay like this.", he orders, grabbing his remote and turning his mic back on. "If you move, I'm not letting you come for a week."
author’s note: hi guuuysss!! i wanted to write for whc for like a very very long time and i’m finally giving it a try. i’ll probably post smaus and headcanons here and there because i need to feed my delusions💔 so yeah, hope you enjoy my content! AND PLEASE SEND REQUESTS😭😭 this was funnier in my head😓
warnings: fem!reader, cursing, mischievous wooyoung —nothing more.
Hello! (First of all, please forgive my bad English, it's not my first language)
Could I make a request where the reader is Si-eun's sister, maybe a year or a few months younger and his friends come to his house to visit him and then meet her. At first they are confused because they think Si-eun is dating someone but they soon find out everything. The romantic partner could be Gotak. Please and thank you! :)
Not his girlfriend
Pairings: Go Hyuntak (Gotak) x Siuen‘s Sister!Reader
Summary: You had no choice but to open the door and you are already a victim.
Warnings: light flirting, mild language
The doorbell rang at exactly 2:03 p.m.
You sat on the couch, legs crossed under you, headphones in, lazily scrolling on your phone. The apartment smelled faintly of coffee and the instant noodles Sieun had made but only taken two bites of before returning to his room with a book under his arm.
You didn’t even flinch at the sound.
The doorbell rang again, followed by aggressive knocking.
You sighed, pulling one earbud out. “Sieun!” you called. “Someone’s at the door!”
From down the hall. “You get it.”
“Why? It’s probably your weird friends again.”
“Exactly.”
You grumbled, rising to your feet. You had on shorts and an oversized hoodie that probably belonged to Sieun at some point. Your hair was a mess, and your face well, you hadn’t expected to see anyone important today.
You opened the door.
And three pairs of eyes blinked back at you in surprise.
There they were Park Humin, Seo Juntae, and Go Hyeontak, standing awkwardly in the hallway, each holding something: drinks, snacks, and a bag of chips, respectively.
You tilted your head.
They stared.
“Oh,” said Juntae, blinking rapidly. “We… uh… Sorry—did we get the wrong place?”
“No,” said Gotak slowly, frowning. “Wait… Who are you?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Who are you?”
Humin pointed at you like he’d just cracked a conspiracy. “Is this- are you his girlfriend?”
You blinked. Then barked a laugh. “Ew. No.”
“Wait,” said Gotak, narrowing his eyes. “You sure?”
“Dead sure.”
You turned around and yelled into the apartment, “Sieun! Your friends think I’m your girlfriend!”
A moment later, footsteps approached, and Yeon Sieun appeared, looking mildly irritated. “Don’t scream weird things,” he muttered.
Then he looked at the guys. “What are you all doing just standing there?”
“You didn’t tell us someone else was here,” Juntae said, his voice full of suspicion.
“She lives here,” Sieun said simply. “She’s my sister.”
Your eyes met Gotak’s again as you stepped aside to let them in. You noticed then just briefly his gaze lingered on your legs before he looked away quickly.
“Hi,” you said dryly. “I’m Y/N. Unfortunately related to this emotionally constipated guy.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Juntae, grinning now that the mystery was solved. “That was honestly, a wild thirty seconds.”
Humin nodded. “We seriously thought you two were dating. Sieun’s expression wasn’t helping.”
Gotak said nothing, but you felt his eyes on you again when he thought you weren’t looking.
The boys settled in the living room, drinks and snacks sprawled across the table. You mostly stayed on the edge of the room, half listening as you played a game on your phone, curled in a corner of the couch opposite Gotak.
It was a rare day when Sieun had people over, and rarer still when you didn’t feel invisible in your own house.
“He’s like this all the time?” Juntae asked you suddenly, pointing at Sieun.
You smirked. “You mean uptight and emotionally unavailable? Yeah. It’s like living with a robot who judges you for breathing too loudly.”
Sieun didn’t even react. He flipped a page in his book like he wasn’t even part of the conversation.
Gotak chuckled lowly. “So you got the personality in the family.”
You arched a brow. “That a compliment?”
He tilted his head. “Depends. You want it to be?”
You looked at him more carefully this time black shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, lazy grin playing on his lips, a dimple peeking when he smiled fully.
Maybe not as dumb as he looked.
“Let’s just say… I’ll take it,” you replied.
Juntae made a loud oooh noise from beside him.
“Are you flirting with my sister?” Sieun asked without looking up.
Gotak didn’t miss a beat. “Not if you shoot me.”
You laughed, a real one this time, and Gotak looked at you with something like triumph. He leaned a little back, but you could feel it, his eyes found you again every few minutes, like he was trying to figure out where he stood.
You didn’t give him much. Not yet.
Sieun retreated to his room again eventually too much talking, too much noise. The others were still chatting, and you stayed, amused by their banter. Somehow, you and Gotak ended up washing the dishes after dinner. You scrubbed, he dried.
“Seriously though,” he said, quieter now, “I thought you were his girlfriend. Gave me a heart attack.”
You glanced at him. “Disappointed?”
“Honestly?” He met your gaze, smile softening. “Kind of. You’re cool.”
You stared at him for a second longer than necessary. “I think that was flirting again.”
He grinned. “You gonna report me to Sieun?”
You smirked. “Only if you suck at it.”
The silence between you stretched, warm and awkward in the best way.
“Do you… want my number?” he asked.
You handed him a dry plate.
“Smooth,” you said. “Try again after you don’t smell like garlic chips.”
He laughed, head tilted back, genuinely amused.
“Challenge accepted.”
As the boys left, Gotak paused at the door, hands stuffed into his pockets.
“See you around.” he said your name, giving you a look you felt in your stomach.
You nodded, just a little, before closing the door behind them.
From his room, Sieun called out, “Don’t date my friends.”
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warnings: mature language, +18 content, smut, violence, reader's a bitch with violent tendencies... SICK AND TWISTED behavior, edging, verbal abuse, physical abuse (kinda?), blood, implied fights... and I think that's all.
1. Si Eun O_O
• He likes it when you praise him for ANYTHING. He pretends not to care but deeply all he wants is recognition. So when you call him "my smart boy" while passing your fingers through his hair, it drives him mad.
• Whenever you ask him to explain you something, he'll pretend to be annoyed but he looooves to explain shit to you. He loves that you need him. It makes him feel less ridiculous about how much he needs you.
• He loves it when you praise his body. He's reserved and private but when it comes to you, his skin burns to feel your touch. When you squeeze his cheeks and sink your nails into them while telling him how much you love his pretty eyes, he melts inside.
• He calls you a freak but he also loves it when you tell him to just look at you while you sit on him. "just let me see those pretty, teary eyes baby", you say while you grab his hair and grind your hips on his tongue until you come to the sight of him.
2. Gotak
• Outside, he's this cool, chill guy who just hangs around everyone, reserved but outgoing, private but friendly and of course to the eyes of everyone, he's this brave, down for his friends persona, but inside... when he's alone in a room with you... he's fucking pathetic. Clinging to you, wanting to kiss you all the time, it's almost embarrassing.
• You're not the touchy type. You don't like kisses, hugs or things like that. You're much more cold hearted. Just a little peck here and there, so you always tell him "just one kiss", then he begs you for another one. You tell him "only if you behave" and he fucking loves it. He loves to beg for your affection...
• One day, he was craving for a kiss. You denied it to him all day. Why? just because. There were days where you just didn't feel like doing so. You were a bitch like that. You swear his lips were even dry... you almost laughed. And then, when you were both on your room, laying down together, you slowly kissed him, your lips barely touching his, and he was already whining for you. Coming closer. "more... please, pleas-" with that broken pathetic voice of his. You didn't give him more.
• But when you did... when you gave him more, it was wild. You handled him. You had him under a weird love/sex spell. You had always loved to make him suffer, so you did that all the time... suffocating him with your legs around his head, edging him, making him fuck you even when he told you he couldn't keep it together anymore, there were days where you didn't even let him cum. But he loved that... he loved you.
3. Seongje
• Everyone knows Seongje. Everyone knows about his violent tendencies, his weird behavior and his psychopathic pleasures... but nobody knew you. Nobody understood why were you dating him. You were this incredibly sweet, pretty, gorgeous girl dating this... man. Nobody understood. But he did. You did...
• You looked sweet. But that by no means implied you were sweet or innocent. You were evil. Sick and twisted. In ways not even he understood. He knew it when this one time, you were both hanging out, he had a fight, he had to throw some punches, and he didn't hold back. He kicked the shit out of three guys, burning them with his cigarette, abusing them verbally and humiliating them. When he turned to look at you, you were looking at him with a dark expression... he was confused. It was lust in your cute puppy eyes.
• That night, you told him not to clean the blood on his face or his hands. You told him to sink his fingers inside you with the blood of those guys on them. You pulled his hair to make him look at you and you licked the blood out of his face. You bit his ear, his lips, his cheeks... you were hungry, and you ate him. Not literally... but you could... some day.
• When he got violent, you got hungry. When he snapped, you laughed. When he wanted to break up with you, you never cried. You drove him crazy. Mad. And no one knew. No one knew he was your puppet.
• Another fact to your relationship with him: he was scared of you. He would never admit that, but he didn't need to. You knew. It was this one night... you were having sex with him, riding him: raw and hard. Your nails were sinking on his neck, exactly in the middle, to the point of almost cutting him. He couldn't move his head. You were bouncing on him with a devious look on your face, then you suffocated him with your free hand until he was begging you to let go and when he saw the way you smiled when he was begging... well... for his life... it fucking scared him. But it also made him came so hard inside of you, screaming and whining your name only. "You did well, puppy", you said. With the sweetest voice too. "Fucking psycho bitch", he thought...
4. Baku
• If there was a degree for "pathetic boyfriend", he would be the master of it. shamelessly too. he always asked you to take care of him, to handle him, to be in charge of him. He protected you but you conquered him.
• He didn't care about other people watching, never. he just wanted to be good for you. useful. he wanted you to need him, even if it was just as a fucking servant. he carried you everywhere. he accepted everything coming from you. your punches, your verbal abuse, your crazy snaps at him, your false accusations, he always took them and apologized for them. never in his life he dared to fight back. if you said the sky was black he would say yes.
• He loved it when you used his body. It was never a secret how toned and muscular he was. How strong his body really was, but he loved it when you made it obvious. "God, you're so strong, Baki", you said while he carried tons and tons of boxes and then you got all touchy with him. Or when he fucked you dumb, lifting you in the air with just one hand, you always praised him and he loved it.
• Before taking ANY decision, he always looked at you first. New clothes? New shoes? New haircut? What food? What song? every decision in his life was approved by you. He never went anywhere without your permission. Without your approval, he was nothing.
aghhhhhhhhhh I didn't really liked this one that much but I hope you all at least enjoyed it ://////
Synopsis: Everyone knows that Seongje bites, and you are smart enough to know better. But around you, he wags his tail. Told myself to finish this today so that i would have less drafts. •°○
Genre: a complicated relationship
Warning: Violence, language and gangsterism
W/C: 738
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You had always been known for your mind. Reserved, unreadable, brilliant. You preferred the quiet—you liked control. The kind of girl with a spine of steel. You had a reputation and it made people respect you from afar. So imagine their surprise when someone like you—would choose to date someone like him.
Geum Seongje.
It didn't make any sense, not even to you.
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You just left the school gates, checking your phone again. You had messaged your boyfriend, Seongje, hours ago. Of course, no reply. Usually, he'd answer within minutes. Sometimes seconds.
- 금성제
R (Where are you?) delivered 2hrsago.
You scowled, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Gosh. You then took the shortcut near Ganghak's back wall, like you always did. The alley was narrow, barely lit by the dying sunlight.
Thud
Rhythmic thuds echo against concrete, a chorus of pained groans and the distant laughter of boys. It sounded like fist meeting flesh. You then turned to the corner and saw him, Geum Seongje, mid swing.
Seongje's voice tore through the air, sharp and unfiltered. "You think you're fucking slick? Huh?" Seongje spat, driving his knee onto the boys stomach. "Bet you can't even piss right after this." His gang stood around, watching in silence. He laughed, now dragging the boy by his shirts neckline—slamming him against the wall.
Your boyfriends red school blazer was unbuttoned, exposing the edges of the inked graphic on his long-sleeved shirt underneath. A nasty grin is painted on his face as he slammed his fist into the boys guts again. "Didn't i say i'd fuck you up?" The poor boy could only groan. "God, you look terrible!" Seongje exclaimed, his eyes wild.
"Seongje." You called, voice firm and sharp.
Seongje glanced over his shoulder. He didn't react. Not at first. But you saw it—how his grin twitched wider. "Tch. You're lucky my girls here." He muttered to the boy, slowly stepping back. "Or i would've left your ass breathing through tubes." With that, the boy limped off— you only stood still as he limped past you, clutching his side. And he hardly dared to glance at you.
You met your boyfriends gaze with a blank expression, arms crossing over your chest. "Lucky bastard. I was about to rip his teeth out." Seongje muttered under his breath. His gang now stood a few paces back, laughing. "Oi. Specs," He called out. One of his members then tossed him his glasses and caught them with ease.
"You done?" You asked, voice laced with irritation. "You really can't go a day without this shit, can you?" He laughed, loud—cocky, and utterly unbothered. You then turned to his 'minions' and jerked your chin. You command, "Go," eyes cold as you looked at them.
Then a voice pipes up with a joke, 'Goodboy, Seongje,' making the others stiffle their laughs.
"What, you guys need a fuckin' map?" You snapped, brows furrowed. Seongje's jaw clenched as he shot them a glare, making them fall silent quickly. "Hey, quit clowning around and listen to the woman." After that, they cleared out. You stepped closer, your arms remaining crossed over your chest.
He only gave you that grin, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. "Missed me?" You only stared as he lit the cigarette slowly. "You ignoring me?" You asked, voice low. "Shit, my bad. I was going to reply, plus—i was busy beating the fuck outta that bitch." He grinned, dragging the smoke between his teeth.
"C'mon." He playfully says. "You know me, baby. I'm allergic to boredom." You didn't say anything. Only giving him that look—eyebrows raised and eyes flicking briefly to the cigarette like it personally offended you. One he didn't miss. You hated the smell, and he knows that. He noticed.
He paused.
He only held your gaze for a second—then sighed, pulling the cig out with a muttered, "Fuckin' hell, babe." and crushed it between his fingers, flicking it away like trash. You scoffed, walking past him—disgusted. "Whew, that look's a killer," He commented. Then, with that stupid cocky grin, he draped his arm around your shoulders.
"I hate you." You muttered, brushing his arm off. "Oooh," he let out, dragging the sound teasingly. "Fuck, i love it when you get mad." You didn't respond back, just kept walking. Seongje shook his head and chuckled as he trailed after you.
