#sieun x reader

yeon sieun ໒꒱

• he’d pretend like he doesn’t care, sitting stiffly while you dab toner on his face

• “is this really necessary?...” he’d mumble, trying to sound annoyed, but the way his eyes flutter shut when your hands brush his cheeks completely gives him away

• secretly, he loves the quiet intimacy of it — the calm, the warmth, the fact that it’s you

• when you slide your pink headband onto him to keep his hair back, he’d murmur a soft “don’t.” but he wouldn’t take it off either

• once you finish, he’d look at you with that soft, unreadable gaze of his and quietly ask “do i… look better?”

“you look moisturized!” you’d giggle, squishing his cheeks as he tries not to blush

• whenever you call him cute, his ears turn pink immediately and he mutters “stop…” while very much hoping you won’t

• eventually he’d begin requesting face masks before studying, claiming they “help him focus more” — when really, he just wants an excuse to feel your gentle hands on his skin again

sieun sat at his desk, hunched over a stack of notes, pencil tapping rhythmically as he studied. the room was dim except for the small lamp beside him — the only real light came from your side, where you sat cross-legged on his bed with your little bag of skincare opened beside you.

you were humming softly, patting toner into your cheeks, completely focused on your reflection in the tiny mirror that you’d propped up against his pillow.

after a minute of listening to the gentle tap tap tap of your fingers on your skin, sieun finally turned, his expression calm and unreadable.

“what are you doing?” he asked, voice low and even.

you didn’t look at him, still massaging serum into your face. “my skincare,” you answered lightly “it’s my routine before bed.” you dabbed some cream onto your nose, leaning closer to the mirror. “you should start too, you know. your lips are unbelievably dry. a simple vaseline would help…” you mumbled, half-focused on trying to blend everything perfectly.

sieun rolled his eyes and glanced back at his textbook — but then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror you were holding. the way the light hit his mouth made it obvious.

my lips really are dry…

he stared at them a beat too long.

then, without turning fully toward you, he murmured “can you help then?”

you froze mid-pat, finally shifting your gaze from your reflection to him. “help… with your lips?” you asked, blinking.

sieun kept his eyes on the page in front of him, trying for indifference, but his ears were already burning pink. “you said it would… fix it.” he cleared his throat. “so. do it.”

your surprise melted instantly into excitement, your whole face lighting up. “really?” you grinned, already scrambling off the bed to grab the vaseline.

sieun finally looked up at you, still acting uninterested, but sitting a little straighter, lips slightly parted like he was trying not to look nervous.

“don’t make a big deal out of it” he muttered.

you just laughed softly, dipping your finger into the balm as you moved closer to him. “i won’t,” you whispered “tilt your head up.”

and he did. without complaint. without hesitation.

eyes closing the moment your thumb brushed the soft skin of his bottom lip — his entire posture melting a fraction, the stiff lines of tension slipping away as he let you take care of him.

and for the first time that night, he didn’t pretend not to enjoy it.

ahn suho ໒꒱

• he’s way too excited, like he’s been waiting his whole life for you to offer to do his skincare

• he sits down in front of you with that bright, eager smile “okay! i’m ready! use the fancy stuff— don’t hold back!”

• when the cold toner touches his face, he jerks back dramatically “AAH— it’s freezing?? how do you survive this every night??”

• absolutely adores sheet masks — picks the cutest patterned ones (he picked the one with a tiger pattern for himself to “look cool”) and immediately takes photos of both of you

• when you massage his cheeks, he melts instantly — he closes his eyes, leaning into your hands “mmh… you’re really good at this… never stop.”

• tries to return the favor but he’s a menace TT manages to poke your eye, wipe half of the moisturizer on your nose, and drop half the serum “wait— wait— don’t move! i’m a professional!” (he is definitely not a professional.)

• every step of the routine he’s asking a hundred questions

“what does this do?”

“is this the one that makes me glow?”

“will i look like an idol after this?”

and you’d just giggle “sure, suho.”

• keeps checking himself in your camera, tilting his face like he’s on a photoshoot “am i glowing yet?? tell me the truth.”

• once you finish, he follows you everywhere, grabbing your hand so you can feel his cheek “touch it! no— seriously. feel how soft i am now. i’m like a baby seal.”

• and you KNOW he’s going to text sieun about this afterwards lol “sieun-ah! i have a glowing skin now. don’t be jealous.” (sieun, in fact, doesn’t care)

suho sprawled comfortably on your bed, kicking his feet like he owns the place, when his eyes drift up to the posters on your walls — glittery k-pop idol boys staring down, looking absolutely flawless.

he squints.

“hey,” he calls out, voice full of fake offense “you don’t like them more than me, right?”

you laugh, flopping beside him.

“of course not. you’re my favorite boy ever.”

his ears turn pink instantly “oh.” he tries to hide his smile by looking back at the posters, but it really doesn’t work.

he leans closer to one of them, analyzing every inch of their faces with dramatic seriousness.

“but damn… how are they doing that?” he whispers, awestruck “their skin—it’s like they don’t have pores at all. that’s… illegal.”

you shrug casually “well, in order to achieve that you need to do your skincare, suho. wanna try? i have like a bunch of stuff.”

his head snaps towards you so fast you hear the mattress bounce.

his eyes are shining.

“does that mean you’re going to be touching my face the whole night?”

you flick his forehead “you’re stupid. but yeah, basically.”

he sits up straight and throws a triumphant fist in the air like he just won a national championship.

“YES!!”

and so, you set everything up—toner, serums, sheet masks—and suho sits in front of you all obedient and excited, legs crossed, hands on his knees like he’s attending the world’s most important appointment.

“okay,” you say, opening the toner “hold still.”

the second the cold cotton pad hits his cheek he dramatically squeals.

“it’s FREEZING, babe. maybe a warning next time???”

you’re giggling too hard to reply.

he tries to recover his pride by straightening up “i’m fine. i’m tough. continue.”

later, when you’re smoothing moisturizer onto his face, he watches you with soft eyes, quiet for once.

“hey,” he murmurs, cheeks glowing even before the skincare kicks in “if i look even half as good as those poster guys… i’m putting this routine on my résumé.”

you laugh, tapping his nose.

“you already look better than them.”

his blush spreads all the way to his neck.

after you finish, he keeps touching his own cheeks in disbelief.

“babe. babe. feel this. i’m… squishy.”

“that’s called being moisturized, suho.”

“no. it’s called perfection.”

he curls into your side under the blankets with a satisfied hum.

“from now on we’re doing this every time i’m sleeping over” he announces.

and honestly? with how happy he looks… you’re not saying no.

oh beomseok ໒꒱

• when you first suggested doing his skincare, his whole body tensed — not because he didn’t trust you, but because the thought of you seeing every pore, every blemish, every tiny insecurity up close made his stomach twist

• what if she’s gonna think i’m gross? what if she realizes i’m not good enough?

• so he declined quietly, muttering something about being tired

• you tried to play it off, but he caught the tiny flicker of disappointment in your eyes — and it hit him like a punch to the chest

• he spent the rest of the night mentally tearing himself apart for letting his insecurities ruin a moment that could’ve made you happy

• a few days later, when you came over to sleep at his place again, he greeted you at the door holding an enormous gift bag, blush creeping up his neck

• inside? a massive collection of high-end skincare: sheet masks, soothing gels, glass-skin serums, under-eye patches, moisturizers so expensive they should require ID to buy

• the way your eyes sparkled as you picked through the products made something warm bloom in his chest

• he watched you like you were opening presents on christmas morning — and for once, he felt proud that he made you this happy

• gently, almost timidly, he sat beside you and whispered “do you… think any of this could make my skin better…?”

• you froze, jaw dropping, still examining the products “are you kidding?! this stuff could make anyone glow — it’s insanely high quality! wait… wait— beomseok— are you saying you want me to do your skincare tonight?” you looked at him with literal stars in your eyes

• he let out this soft, breathy laugh, cheeks turning pink as he avoided your gaze “i… i’d like that. yeah.”

• when you started, he was stiff as a board — shoulders locked, eyes wide, holding his breath every time your fingers brushed his skin — nervous, shy, terrified of being seen so closely

• but the longer your hands worked on him, so gentle, careful, and loving, the more his muscles loosened

you were overjoyed when beomseok finally agreed to let you do his skincare.

the moment he sat down on the edge of his bed, you practically skipped over, grabbing your little pink headband and gently sliding it into his fluffy hair to keep it out of his face.

“cute” you whispered without thinking.

his ears turned red instantly.

you took your time choosing each product — toner, serum, moisturizer — everything you knew his skin needed.

but the second your fingers touched his cheeks, his whole body went rigid, like he was holding his breath through the entire process.

you paused, worry settling in “beomseok… if you don’t like this, i can stop, you know?”

his eyes widened in panic, hands shooting up defensively “no! no, it’s not— it’s not that!”

he swallowed hard, voice dropping to a whisper “i just… if you see me this close, you might realize i’m not really… the most handsome guy you could’ve chosen, you know?…”

and that was all it took for you to swing one leg over and straddle his lap, your sudden closeness making him freeze, then turn bright red from the tips of his ears to his collarbones.

his breath hitched.

“w-wait—”

you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“beomseok,” you murmured, smiling gently “to me, you’re the prettiest guy ever. i promise.”

your hands cupped his cheeks as you continued “skincare is supposed to relax you, okay? and if anything…” your grin turned playful, eyes sparkling “i’m happy i get to touch you more.”

he let out a shaky breath, arms wrapping around your waist as he hid his face in the crook of your neck, completely overwhelmed.

“you’re gonna make me lose my mind like this…”

his voice was muffled against your skin, but you could hear the relieved smile in it — soft, real, and full of affection he usually kept buried.

and just like that, he finally relaxed beneath your touch.

park humin (baku) ໒꒱

• he’s so excited it’s borderline dangerous “WE’RE HAVING A SPA DAY? LET’S GOOOOO!!”

• completely loses his mind over how good everything smells “WHY DOES THIS ONE SMELL LIKE FRUIT SALAD—you sure it’s not edible? the packaging is in cute colors too! looks like candy.”

• puts on a sheet mask and snaps multiple selfies, sending one to hyuntak

hyuntak: you look ridiculous

baku: YOU HAVE NO TASTE!

he’s genuinely offended for the rest of the night

• hypes you up nonstop while you do his skincare

“your hands are MAGICAL—are you secretly a licensed esthetician?”

“you should start a business; i’ll be your model, your mascot, everything!”

• tries to return the favor by rubbing moisturizer on your cheeks, huge smile plastered on his face, though he’s mostly just squishing your cheeks in his huge hands without any real technique

“baku—it hurts…” you mumble

“BUT YOU’RE SOOOOO CUUUUTE” he replies, squishing your cheeks gently like a plush toy

• takes the praising part way too seriously

“babe you’re glowing”

“babe you’re radiant”

“babe i’m blinded… actually wait—yeah, still blinded”

• by the end, he’s sprawled on the floor with his sheet mask slipping off mumbling “that was literally the best day of my life…”

you were sitting on baku’s lap, carefully tending to the small injuries he’d gotten from some fight earlier, when some union punks tried to pick on juntae and sieun and baku of course stepped in, in order to protect them. his lip was slightly split, faint bruises along his cheekbone making you frown as you examined him.

he didn’t mind the attention though. in fact, he was grinning, hands resting gently on your sides as if he couldn’t believe you were this close to him.

“your skin is… kind of dry,” you murmured casually, tilting your head as you grabbed a small tube of moisturizer “while i’m at it… don’t you want me to do your skincare too maybe?”

baku’s eyes lit up instantly, as he nodded eagerly.

you tried to open the tube, twisting and pulling, but it wouldn’t budge. you let out an exasperated sigh. “ugh… why won’t this open?”

“ohhh, let me help!” baku said, reaching over, all smug confidence “that’s why you’re dating an athletic guy, dear.”

he twisted the cap, pressing a little too hard. suddenly, a blob of cream shot out, landing on both your hands — and a little splattered onto his chin and your lap.

“HUMIN! this is expensive!” you exclaimed, lunging to grab the tube from him.

he caught your hands in his, holding them gently but firmly, and leaned forward, pressing a soft, quick kiss to your lips.

“c’mon… don’t be mad” he said with a cheeky grin.

you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head, instantly forgiving him. “fine, but you’re helping me clean this up too.”

he chuckled, tilting his head so you could carefully smooth the cream over his cheeks. the entire time, he stayed relaxed under your gentle hands, eyes soft, grin still plastered across his face.

“i’m really lucky, huh?” he whispered quietly, almost shy.

you hummed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead “yeah… you are. now stay still, mister.”

he laughed, wrapping his arms around you tighter, letting himself completely melt under your touch. and just like that, the evening turned into soft laughter, gentle teasing, and quiet intimacy — just the two of you, wrapped up in each other.

go hyuntak (gotak) ໒꒱

• acts annoyed immediately when you suggest skincare

“i’m not putting that crap on my face.”

“pleaseee?”

“no, i’m an athlete! i’m supposed to have rough skin!”

• literally ten minutes later, sighs and sits down reluctantly “fine. but only because you asked.”

• pretends to hate everything you do while applying products, but completely melts every time your hands touch his jaw or cheeks

• complains mid-application “don’t press so hard—wait, actually… keep doing that, it feels… nice.”

• afterward, tries to act tough but can’t hide his satisfaction “…my face feels kinda fresh, i guess. don’t get cocky.”

• secretly enjoys the quiet intimacy of the moment, even if he grumbles the whole time

you were curled up on gotak’s bed, waiting for him to come back from basketball practice. the window was cracked open, letting in the cool evening air, and you were half-asleep when you heard heavy footsteps in the hall.

the door swung open.

gotak stood there, sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, shirt clinging to him. he gave you a huge grin the moment he spotted you.

“hey” he said, already leaning in for a kiss.

you immediately pressed your hands to his chest.

“no. not before you shower, mr. stinky.”

he froze, offended but amused.

“stinky? seriously? i just carried the whole team—”

“and the whole team’s smell is still on you” you shot back.

he let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes but smiling anyway.

“fine. i’ll go. don’t run away while i’m gone.”

the bathroom door closed, and you could hear him humming off-key under the water.

while he was showering, you quietly arranged your skincare products on his nightstand — creams, toners, essences, everything lined up perfectly. you even added your cute little headband for dramatic effect.

gotak stepped back into the room a few minutes later, towel around his neck, hair damp and fluffy.

he stopped dead in his tracks.

his eyes flicked from the nightstand… to you… to the products… back to you.

“no,” he said immediately “no way. not a chance.”

you looked up at him sweetly.

“but you’re so fresh and clean right now… the timing is literally perfect!”

he pressed his lips together, trying so hard not to look affected.

but then you tilted your head slightly, eyelashes fluttering just once — and that was it.

“ugh,” he muttered, running a hand down his face “why do you have to be cute.”

he dropped onto the bed beside you like a defeated warrior.

“fine. do whatever. but i’m not promising anything.”

you tried to hide your smile as you reached for the toner. he sat stiffly at first, but the moment your fingers brushed along his jaw, his posture instantly softened. his eyes half-closed, shoulders loosening.

“you’re taking this surprisingly well” you teased lightly.

“oh shut up” he mumbled, though it came out way too soft to be convincing.

you worked the moisturizer next, hands gentle and slow. his breath hitched just slightly when your thumb moved up to his cheekbone, and you pretended not to notice how he subtly leaned closer.

when you finished, he blinked at you, expression unreadable — but warm.

“…okay,” he muttered “maybe it wasn’t the worst thing ever.”

you smirked.

“so you admit you liked it.”

“don’t push it” he said, ears turning red. then he leaned in, brushing his forehead against your. “can i kiss you now? i showered, didn’t i?”

you smiled “yeah. you did.”

and this time, you let him press his lips against yours.

seo juntae ໒꒱

• so excited but soooo shy about it

• “i’ve… never done this before… is it really okay?”

• sits nervously with his knees together while you lather foam cleanser on him

• gets flustered each time your fingers touch his face

• when you apply moisturizer, he’ll whisper “your hands are… really gentle.”

• absolutely loves couple sheet masks

• “you look like a cute slime monster.”

• wants to try your lip balm and accidentally puts way too much “i look silly now don’t i haha?…”

• later buys skincare sets for both of you because he thinks it’s “your ritual together” from now on

you and juntae were sprawled out on your bed, watching one of his comfort animes. on-screen, the couple was sitting together in matching sheet masks, laughing and leaning into each other.

juntae blinked at it, cheeks tinting pink almost immediately.

“that’s… actually kinda cute” he whispered, pulling his hoodie sleeves over his hands “the skincare thing. it looks… intimate.”

you turned to him, smiling “yeah? you think so?”

he nodded slowly, eyes still glued to the screen “it’s like… something anime couples do before they confess.”

you nudged him lightly “well… we can do it right now if you want to.”

his head snapped towards you so fast you almost laughed.

“r-right now?? i mean— uh— if you want to. i’m fine with it. totally fine.” he said, as his voice cracked a little.

you grabbed a couple of sheet masks from your drawer, and by the time you turned back to him, he was already sitting up straight, hands in his lap, posture stiff like he was about to take an exam.

“you can relax, you know” you giggled.

“i am relaxed” he said, shoulders up to his ears.

you cupped his jaw gently as you wiped his face with a warm towel. instantly, he shut his eyes and held perfectly still — so obedient it was adorable.

“you don’t have to close your eyes yet.”

“o-oh. sorry.”

he peeked at you shyly… then closed them again anyway.

you laid the mask over his face, smoothing it carefully. every soft drag of your fingertips made him tense, then slowly melt, his lashes fluttering just a little.

after a few minutes, you peeled it off and tapped the essence into his cheeks. juntae kept his eyes closed the whole time, patient and trusting, like he didn’t want the moment to end.

“one last thing” you whispered.

he hummed, still calm, still waiting.

you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

his eyes flew open — wide, startled, and very, very pink.

“h-huh—??”

he looked like his soul left his body for a second.

you grinned at him “that step wasn’t in the anime, but i added it.”

he covered half his face with his sleeve, hiding a huge smile.

“if… if we do skincare again… can that step be… um… mandatory?”

“yeah,” you whispered, brushing his hair back “every single time.”

he looked down shyly, but you could hear the tiny, happy laugh he tried to hide.

geum seongje ໒꒱

• “oh? you dare to touch my face now? that’s bold.” he’d scoff, acting like you just challenged him to a duel

• pretends it’s the biggest inconvenience in the world — he’ll gladly throw punches in a fight, but sitting still for five minutes while you pamper him? suddenly impossible

• you always make him wear your pink headband because his hair ALWAYS gets in the way, but the second you let out even the tiniest giggle at how cute your tough boyfriend suddenly looks, he’ll rip it off with an annoyed huff

• always insists on a condition: if you’re doing his skincare, he gets to hold you in his lap

• will absolutely pull you closer mid-routine, making you straddle him completely because “you’re too far, i can’t see you properly.”

• keeps smirking at you the whole time, just to fluster you on purpose and make you mess up

• watches you with half-lidded eyes, gaze thick and hungry, like he’s more interested in you than the skincare (spoiler: it’s because he is)

• if you tell him to hold still, he’ll deliberately move a little just to annoy you and hear you scold him “you really trust me to sit still while you do this?” he’ll tease, voice dropping almost to a purr

• after you finish, he’ll kiss your palm and say “good job, pretty girl.”

you were sitting cross-legged on seongje’s bed, while he was passionately playing some videogame on his PC and eating some instant ramen at the same time. the room smelled like broth and cigarette smoke — his usual combo. after a moment of watching him play, you huffed under your breath.

“no wonder your skin acts up when you eat this trash all the time… and with your smoking habits on top of it.”

you didn’t even mean it as an insult — just an observation. but the game suddenly paused. seongje turned in his chair, eyes narrowed in that sharp, unreadable way of his.

“yeah? and what can you do about it, huh?” he leaned back, arms crossed “am i not handsome enough for you like this or what?” his laugh was low, humorless.

you rolled your eyes so hard at his words it could’ve been audible “all i’m saying is, you could take care of your skin at least, considering all the unhealthy stuff you do. you know i always have products on me.”

he scoffed, shaking his head “i beat up people for money, babe. you think a guy like me is gonna sit around doing skincare?” he laughed again — but this time, the irony wasn’t lost on either of you.

because ten minutes later, he was sitting on his bed with the most annoyed expression known to mankind. your pink headband kept his hair pushed out of his face, glasses tossed carelessly on the nightstand. you sat in front of him, squeezing lotion into your hand with complete focus.

“hold still” you muttered.

he didn’t listen, obviously. but he didn’t pull away either.

as your fingers gently spread the moisturizer over his skin, he visibly relaxed, the tension melting from his shoulders. he hated how much power you had over him. or maybe he loved it — judging from the way he stared at you.

then, suddenly, he tilted your chin up with one finger, leaning close enough that you could feel his breath.

“you’re cute when you concentrate” he murmured, voice low and smug.

your hands immediately trembled. he smirked, delighted.

and before you could recover, his hands slid to your hips, pulling you closer between his knees. “you know what,” he said with a soft chuckle “now i get the appeal of this whole skincare thing.”

you yelped when he started to place light kisses along your neck, your grip on the lotion bottle tightening “seongje— you’re so stupid! i’m not even halfway done, let me finish!”

he rolled his eyes, pulling back with a slow smirk. “yeah, yeah. you’re lucky i’m in a good mood.”

you managed to finish — though barely — with your heart pounding like crazy thanks to him.

the next day, when you two were hanging out at the bowling alley together, a couple of the union guys eyed him curiously.

“hey, seongje, why do you look… kinda glowy today?”

he just shrugged lazily, hands in his pockets.

“yeah, my girl likes touching my face too much.”

you nearly collapsed on the spot.

and he knew it — because he sent you a sideways smirk, eyes glittering with absolute victory.

that man was going to be the death of you someday.

na baekjin ໒꒱

• he’s initially hesitant, more out of pride than dislike — acts like he doesn’t need pampering, but secretly enjoys it

• will analyze every product you use, asking pointed questions about its ingredients or effects, showing his meticulous side

• enjoys quiet, intimate moments of touch, but rarely verbalizes his appreciation

• shows subtle signs of relaxation — slower breathing, softer posture…

• will occasionally peek at the mirror mid-routine, giving small nods of approval at the results

• enjoys your gentle touches around his jawline and forehead the most, though he’d act indifferent

• doesn’t usually like to be fussed over for too long, so shorter, efficient skin care routines are ideal for him

• appreciates your effort and care behind the routine more than the act itself — the closeness between you two matters to him the most at the end of the day

you had just finished tidying up a few things in your room when you heard the familiar shuffle of papers and a faint sigh. baekjin was already there, sprawled across your table with his hair messy, gel long gone, and a stack of union documents spread out before him. he looked focused, but tense — the kind of tense that always made your chest ache.

“baekjin, dear… rest up a bit, hm?” you murmured, sliding behind him to wrap your arms lightly around his shoulders. your chin brushed against the back of his head. he gave a small sigh, the tension in his shoulders visible, and for a moment, guilt flickered across his face. he knew he’d been neglecting you, even unintentionally.

“i… i can’t just sit” he muttered, flipping another page, but you were already guiding him gently towards your bed.

“yes, you can,” you said softly “trust me. i know exactly what’s going to help you relax.”

he let his sharp, catlike eyes follow you carefully, narrowing slightly in curiosity. when you settled in front of him with your skincare bag open, ready to pamper him, he reached out before your hands could touch his face. he examined the creams, lotions, and serums in your hands with a careful, almost clinical interest.

“…okay” he muttered quietly after a long exhale, letting you proceed.

your fingers brushed against his cheeks first, and you saw the stiffness in his shoulders begin to melt almost immediately. his eyes softened as you worked, the corners of his mouth tugging just slightly upward. he didn’t say anything, not yet, but the way he leaned into your touch and closed his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

for the first time in weeks, maybe even months, he let himself just be. you adjusted a strand of hair from his forehead, applied moisturizer in careful strokes, and slowly, gently, he felt the weight of his responsibilities lift, replaced by the quiet warmth of being cared for.

and though he would never admit it out loud, under your touch, baekjin was entirely, utterly at peace.

fin.

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연시은 | Yeon Si-Eun ✎

he's always so stressed you'll have to help him unwind

quicker than fucking

poor guy only wanted a hug

안수호 | Ahn Su-Ho ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

he’s just so damn hungry all the time

he wanted to take you for a ride…

there’s a lot of pent up frustration you gotta let him let out

tired after work

first thing in the morning

making you feel good

오범석 | Oh Beom-Seok ✈︎

the glasses stay on

needs to be in control for once in his life

truth is he only really needs someone to care

서준태 | Seo Jun-Tae ☼

punishing him for getting your milkshake order wrong

reward for getting it right

he’s so so so whipped and loving

금성제 | Geum Seong-Je ☾

type of shit he loves

adoring how compliant you are

the messier the funnier

only his cock isn't enough

will bend you over anytime anywhere he can

they angered him, the bed will pay

good girl

나백진 | Na Baek-Jin 𐕣

using you to get rid off his exasperation

calmer nights

loves this sm

favorite place to do it

+ bonus

so so strong 박후민 | Baku, 고현탁 | Go Hyun-Tak

supporting Seong-Je or Baek-Jin under the desk

and this with your fav boy <3

⤷ yeon sieun

he doesn’t say a word when you kneel, just watches you with that intense, unreadable stare. it’s not until your lips wrap around him that his breath hitches—barely audible, but sharp. his fingers curl into the arm of the couch, the only giveaway that he’s actually unraveling.

you go slow, wanting to see what kind of reactions you can pull from him. he swallows hard. his thigh twitches. then, finally, a sound—low and breathy: “don’t stop.” he doesn’t guide you. doesn’t push. but when his hand cups your jaw, there’s something raw in it—like he’s grounding himself with you. he finishes with a tight exhale, eyes fluttering shut, and when he comes back down, he murmurs, “come here,” like he’s desperate to hold you, to take back the control he just gave up.

⤷ ahn suho

he watches you kneel in front of him, his expression shifting from surprised to almost amused. “you sure about this, baby?” he asks, voice still calm, but you can hear the hint of anticipation beneath it.

but the moment your mouth wraps around him, his teasing demeanor fades. “f-fuck—wait—” his hand flies to your hair instinctively, not rough but firm, guiding you just the way he wants. his hips buck upward just a little as he tries to hold himself together, but it's clear he's losing it.

"shit, you feel so good," he groans, voice thick with need. “y-you’re gonna make me—” he cums with a sharp gasp, eyes fluttering shut, his grip tightening in your hair as he shudders. afterward, he pulls you up into his arms, kissing the top of your head with a soft laugh.

“you have no idea what you just did to me,” he whispers, his breath still unsteady, holding you close like he never wants to let go.

⤷ park humin (baku)

“oh my god, wait, wait—holy shit—” he’s already whining before you even start, half laughing, half panicking. you press your mouth to his length and he melts, one hand flying to his hair like he needs to pull it to stay conscious.

he talks through the whole thing—loud, flustered, ridiculous. “you’re so hot, oh my god, i can’t—babe, babe—your mouth is actually insane—” he keeps trying to look down at you, like he doesn’t want to miss a second. every time you suck a little harder, he moans like he’s being possessed.

“i’m gonna cum, oh fuck, i’m—ah, shit—” he whimpers, hand flying down to cover his mouth as you take all of him in. afterward, he lies flat on the bed, panting. “i literally saw god. was that even real? or did i hallucinate?”

⤷ go hyuntak (gotak)

he doesn’t say a word—just watches you silently, jaw clenched. when your lips wrap around him, he inhales sharply through his nose, gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles go white. his voice comes out low and strained—“don’t tease. if you’re gonna do it, do it.” and when you take him deeper, a groan rumbles out of his chest—so deep it makes your thighs clench.

he doesn’t fuck your throat, doesn’t move much at all—but you can feel the tension in his body like a live wire. he cums with a stifled grunt, holding your head there as he spills down your throat. afterward, he leans back, breathing heavy, eyes glazed. “…fuck. that was something else.”

⤷ seo juntae

he looks like he might pass out when you kneel—eyes wide, hands flying up like he’s about to protest but forgets how. “w-wait, you don’t have to—i mean, if you want to, i’m not gonna stop you, but—” and then your mouth is on him and he chokes on a gasp. his hands hover awkwardly in the air for a second before he grips the blanket, knuckles white.

“ohmygod—th-that feels—” his voice is high, barely coherent, broken between moans and shaky breaths. you glance up and his face is flushed, lip caught between his teeth, eyes behind his glasses already watering. he cums with a whimper, hips bucking up with his thighs trembling, immediately covering his face. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to go that fast, i just—holy shit, you’re really good at that.”

⤷ na baekjin

he doesn’t speak when you kneel, but his expression changes—sharpening, almost curious. maybe a little hungry. he stays perfectly still as your mouth wraps around him, but his breathing falters, eyes darkening as he watched his length disappear against your lips, hand twitching once before it settles gently on your head. he groans—quiet but intense, jaw clenching every time your tongue swirls around him. “fuck,” he mutters under his breath, hand tightening in your hair.

you feel his thighs tense under your touch, and his voice breaks when he tells you, “just like that.” his body shivering as you hollow your cheeks. he cums with a gasp, hips barely jerking, breath catching like he didn’t expect it to hit so fast. after, he helps you up, kisses you slow and deep, he touches your jaw gently and pulls you into his arms, forehead to yours and whispers, “thank you, darling.” like you just saved his life.

⤷ geum seongje

he smirks the moment you drop to your knees, eyes glinting with something dark. “damn, baby. didn’t think you had it in you.” but when your mouth sinks down on him, that smirk vanishes—replaced by a look that’s feral.

his hand fists your hair, not rough at first, but when you moan around him? he pulls—hard. “fuck—keep doing that,” he growls, “you look so good like this. fuck, you’re mine.” keeping you there as his hips twitch forward. he pulls—not to hurt you, but to keep you there, like he needs it. his other hand wraps around the back of your neck, firm and possessive, holding you close as he thrusts shallowly into your mouth.

“look at me,” he growls. “i said—look.” his pupils are blown wide, gaze locked on yours like you’ve got him under a spell. “you’re fucking perfect like this,” he pants. “mine. you get that? mine.”

“fuck, you’re gonna make me—” he cums with a sharp gasp, head tilting back as his muscles tighten, breath ragged. the moan he lets out is raw, needy, almost desperate—the kind that lingers in your ears long after.

and afterward, he yanks you into his lap, kissing you sloppily, breathing you in like he needs you to live. “don’t ever do that for anyone else,” he whispers against your lips, “i’ll lose my fucking mind.”

⤷ oh beomseok

he stares when you kneel in front of him—eyes wide behind his glasses, mouth slightly parted like he can’t believe what’s about to happen. “a-are you… really gonna—?” his voice is so quiet, it barely comes out. he shifts back on the bed like he doesn’t know where to put his hands. but he doesn’t stop you—he can’t. and the moment you wrap your lips around him, he breaks. “f-fuck—wait—” his head falls back instantly, a choked gasp punching out of him as his fingers grasp at the sheets.

his glasses slide down a bit, his breath stuttering as the heat rushes straight to his face. he whimpers when you take him deeper, soft and sharp, his thighs trembling slightly as he tries so hard not to move. “you look so good like this,” he pants. “fuck, you’re gonna make me—” he cums suddenly, hips twitching up into your mouth before he can warn you. it’s high-pitched, needy, almost embarrassed as he moans through it—his glasses fogged, his whole body tensed and shaking. afterward, he reaches for you with trembling hands, pulling you against his chest like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “how am i supposed to act normal after that?” his usually deep voice is slightly higher now, still recovering from the high.

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The library's back corner feels like a sanctuary amid the chaos of exam season, the five of you crammed around a scarred wooden table littered with textbooks, notebooks, and half-empty coffee cups. Baku slouches in his chair, scribbling notes with a scowl, while Gotak doodles absentmindedly on the margins of his paper. Juntae flips pages aggressively, muttering about formulas under his breath. Sieun sits beside you, his posture straight as ever, glasses perched on his nose as he pores over his notes. You're in the middle, trying to focus on the biology diagram in front of you, but the air hums with a tension that's been building all week.

Sieun's knee brushes yours under the table—accidental at first, or so you think. But then it lingers, a steady pressure against your thigh. You glance at him, but his expression remains impassive, eyes fixed on the page. Your heart picks up, a flush creeping up your neck. The group is deep in discussion now, Baku arguing with Juntae about some physics problem, Gotak chuckling at their bickering. No one notices when Sieun's hand drops casually to his lap, then shifts sideways, fingers grazing the edge of your skirt.

You freeze, pencil hovering over your notebook. His touch is light, almost absent, as if he's just adjusting his position. But then his fingers slip under the hem, tracing the soft skin of your inner thigh. Heat pools in your core, your breath catching. You shoot him another look, but he doesn't meet your eyes, his free hand turning a page in his textbook like nothing's happening. The audacity of it sends a thrill through you, your legs parting just a fraction on instinct.

Emboldened, Sieun's hand inches higher, fingertips brushing the edge of your panties. The fabric is already damp, betraying how quickly your body responds to him. He pauses there, thumb pressing lightly against the cotton, right over your clit. A soft gasp escapes you, disguised as a cough, and you cover it by sipping your water. Across the table, Gotak raises an eyebrow but says nothing, too engrossed in his sketch. Sieun's thumb circles slowly, the pressure firm enough to make your hips twitch involuntarily.

Your mind races—anyone could look down, see the subtle movement under the tablecloth that's barely covering your laps. But the risk only heightens the sensation, your pussy aching for more. Sieun hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them aside with surgical precision. Cool air hits your exposed folds, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper. His middle finger slides along your slit, gathering the slickness that's already coating you, before pressing against your entrance.

He pushes in slowly, one finger curling inside your tight heat. The stretch is immediate, your walls clenching around the intrusion as he begins to pump, shallow at first. You grip the edge of the table, knuckles whitening, forcing your face to stay neutral. Baku's voice cuts through the haze: "Hey, Y/N, you get this part? The momentum equation?" You nod jerkily, mumbling something incoherent about conservation laws, while Sieun adds a second finger, scissoring them to stretch you wider.

The wet sounds are faint, masked by the rustle of papers and low voices, but you swear you can hear the obscene squelch of his fingers fucking into you. He twists his wrist, the pads of his fingers dragging against that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. Your thighs tremble, squeezing around his hand, but he doesn't stop, his movements deliberate and unhurried. Precum—or is it your arousal?—drips down his knuckles, soaking into the fabric of your skirt.

Juntae leans back, stretching with a yawn. "This is hard. Let's take a break." Panic flares in your chest as eyes turn toward the group, but Sieun's fingers curl harder, rubbing relentlessly against your g-spot. You clench around him, the pressure building like a coil ready to snap. "I'm good," you manage, voice breathy. "Just need to finish this diagram." They shrug it off, pulling out phones or snacks, the conversation shifting to weekend plans.

Sieun's thumb finds your clit again, rubbing in tight, firm circles while his fingers thrust deeper, faster now. Your pussy flutters, walls gripping him like a vice as the orgasm barrels toward you. You press your forehead to the table, pretending to reread your notes, but your body betrays you—hips rocking subtly against his hand, chasing the friction. Heat floods your face, your breaths coming in shallow pants that you hope sound like sighs of frustration.

It hits you without mercy, a wave crashing over your senses. Your pussy spasms around his fingers, cum gushing out to coat his palm as you bite down on your tongue to keep silent. Sieun's hand doesn't falter, working you through it, prolonging the pulses until you're shaking, thighs slick with your release. He withdraws slowly, fingers glistening as he brings them to his lap, out of sight. You slump in your chair, chest heaving, the aftershocks making your clit throb.

The group packs up eventually, oblivious to the way your legs wobble when you stand. Sieun adjusts his glasses, giving you a sidelong glance that's all innocence. But as you gather your things, his hand brushes your lower back—a promise of more later, when prying eyes aren't watching.

Whenever you two were together in his room during your study sessions, and he simply couldn’t figure out the solution to a math problem, it would always end up with him fucking your throat or cunt. And the sex got more intense over time as he got better and gave into his suppressed desires.

And he was mean whenever he was upset over an unsolvable question. Eyes dark and mouth slightly parted from the pleasure as he completely took it out on you, his cock driving into your tight pussy with surprising rigour.

To be honest, you loved this side of him, which you never saw outside of this room. Fucking you so meanly whilst whispering the nastiest things to you.

“God, you’re so tight.”

The bed was creaking from how hard Sieun was fucking into you, grabbing onto your hips to hold you in place as he repeatedly thrusted up against your sweet spot. The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he watched in satisfaction as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

As if the pleasure wasn’t enough, his hands slid over your stomach and pressed down over where his cock was buried in your pussy and you let out a squeal. Sieun leaned in close, his lips brushing over your neck and to your jaw as his other hand moved to thumb your clit, the contact of his finger against your bud sending electric shocks up your body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His breath was hot against your neck as his index finger drew teasing circles around your clit. “You’ll cum, won’t you?” You could only nod, your brains had turned into mush from how good Sieun was dicking you down and you could barely form words.

Your body took his words like it was a command, grabbing his arm like an anchor as you came around his thick cock. A soft, satisfied noise left his lips as he watched you come undone underneath him, and he finally pulled out of you.

He took out his napkin from his study table and gently dabbed at your inner thighs, dragging the soft silk over your slit as he held your hand.

“You know, I think I finally figured it out. The answer to that last calculus question.”