#whc fandom

NSFW alphabet

only you would know

quiet in the back

sweet and needy

fall in line

dont underestimate

experience

hyuntak:

daddy issues

red mean stay

headcanons

the death of innocence.

Can you do a smut cuz he looks soo cute and nerdy...uh

What about both of them are virgins but ig beomseok watched Adult content soo he knows a bit more and they do it...

Uhm Established relationship of atleast 6 months.

Thank youuuuu

This is the last i will send for now🤗🤗🤗

Beomseok x Reader | First Time, But He’s Got Some “Experience”

You and Beomseok had been dating for half a year now—quiet dinners, shy smiles, long phone calls about everything and nothing. Despite all the time you’d spent together, you two had kept things slow, waiting for the right moment to get intimate. You were both virgins, but Beomseok had mentioned once—half embarrassed, half smug—that he’d watched some adult content before. You never pressed him on it, but now, lying next to each other on his bed, the air thick with anticipation, you could tell tonight was the night.

He adjusted his glasses nervously, cheeks flushed a soft pink. “So… uh, I might know a few things. But, um, only from watching videos. I’m kind of a rookie in real life, just like you.”

You smiled, reaching for his hand. “We’re in this together.”

He squeezed your hand back, swallowing his nerves. Slowly, carefully, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours with the gentlest touch. You could feel his hesitation, but also his eagerness.

As you both shed layers of clothing, your hands explored timidly, learning each other’s curves and edges. He paused sometimes, asking if you were okay, if it felt good, voice shaky but sweet.

“Okay, so… when we start, it’s important to go slow. I learned that from… um, the videos.”

You giggled softly. “I trust you.”

Guided by his nervous but determined hand, you both moved together, discovering new sensations. Beomseok’s breath hitched as you responded to each other’s touches, eyes wide with wonder and something like awe. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real and tender.

When he finally entered you, it was slow, careful, and it made you both catch your breath. He looked down at you with wide eyes, whispering, “Are you okay?”

You nodded, heart pounding, and smiled. “Better than okay.”

His fingers brushed your hair back, and you felt a heat bloom inside you, stronger and sweeter than anything before. The two of you moved together, stammering words of encouragement and quiet moans, slowly building a rhythm as you learned to listen to each other’s bodies.

Afterwards, wrapped up in each other’s arms, Beomseok rested his forehead against yours. “I’m glad we waited. You’re amazing.”

You smiled, feeling so full of love and a little awe yourself. “Me too. And… you’re definitely more than just nerdy.”

He chuckled, shy but proud. “Guess those videos helped a little, huh?”

Don’t Underestimate Me

(Oh Beomseok x chubby bully!reader | smut)

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The hallway was nearly empty, the muffled chatter of the last students fading as the sun dipped behind the school’s gray walls. Beomseok leaned against the lockers, arms crossed, his usual cocky smirk in place. He thought this was his territory. That no one could really challenge him.

But then you appeared—bold and unapologetic, every inch the definition of “don’t mess with me.”

You pushed off the wall a little too close, a sly smile playing on your lips. Beomseok raised an eyebrow, amused. “What? You think you’re tough?”

You shrugged, stepping in until there was no space left between you. “I’m more than tough. I’m your next problem.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “You? A bully? Please.”

That was the spark.

Your fingers curled around his collar, tugging him forward just enough to erase the smirk. Your breath hitched when you saw the flicker of surprise in his eyes—he’d underestimated you.

“Keep underestimating me,” you whispered, lips brushing his jaw, “and I’ll show you exactly what you’re missing.”

His eyes darkened, heat pooling low in his chest. Hands sliding to your waist, he pulled you flush against him. The tension was electric, raw and hungry.

You tilted your head back, giving him access to your neck, teeth grazing your skin as his lips followed with heated kisses. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently, the power dynamic shifting with every touch.

Beomseok’s hands roamed your curves, his palms memorizing the softness he’d only seen from afar before.

“You’re not just a bully,” he murmured against your skin, voice rough. “You’re fucking irresistible.”

A slow grin spread across your face as you pressed your body closer, hips grinding lightly against his. “I told you. I’m your weakness.”

His breath hitched, and with a rough growl, he dipped his head, capturing your mouth again. The kiss was fierce, demanding.

Your hands slid under his shirt, fingers tracing the defined planes of his back, pulling him even closer.

Beomseok’s grip tightened on your hips, lifting you effortlessly and pressing you against the lockers. You gasped into his mouth, fingers tightening in his hair as his mouth left a trail of fire down your neck.

He dipped lower, teeth grazing the curve of your collarbone, lips sucking bruises that would mark you both as his—his and yours.

You moaned softly, grinding into him, the heat pooling between you growing unbearable.

“Take me,” you whispered, voice thick with need.

He lifted you fully, carrying you to the nearest empty classroom without breaking the kiss.

The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the sounds of your desperate breaths and the rustling of clothes.

Beomseok’s hands were everywhere—exploring, claiming, worshipping your body with an intensity that made your head spin.

You pulled at his shirt, desperate to feel skin against skin. His hands slid over your curves, thumbs stroking your hips, teasing and promising.

He lowered you onto the desk, fingers trailing along your jawline as he stared down at you with raw hunger.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.

Your hands cupped his face, drawing him down for a heated kiss, teeth clashing as the desire between you ignited into a blazing fire.

Clothes peeled away, fingers explored, lips worshipped every inch of bare skin.

You felt his breath hitch as you traced the swell of his muscles, the promise in his touch making your heart race.

Beomseok’s voice was rough as he whispered, “I want you to feel how much I want you.”

You shivered under his touch, arching your back as he slid inside you, slow and sure.

The world narrowed to the two of you—heat, breath, whispered names, and the raw, wild ache of need.

His hands gripped your hips as he moved with steady, relentless rhythm, eyes locked on yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, skin burning where you touched.

Moans and gasps filled the quiet room, the only witness to your passion.

When you finally came undone beneath him, trembling and breathless, Beomseok followed moments later, lips capturing yours in a fierce kiss.

After, you curled into each other, his arms tight around you, the world outside forgotten.

He murmured against your hair, “Never underestimate yourself—or me.”