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How does he make love?
⼠Si-eun is incredibly observant and quiet. When heâs being gentle, his touch is light... almost delicate.
⼠He isnât the type to say "I love you" a thousand times, but he will constantly check in, asking if you want to do this or if you like that. His tone remains flat, yet he canât quite hide how nervous he actually is. His kisses are brief and precise, scattered across your face and the base of your throat.
⼠To him, oral sex is a way to study you. He needs to figure out the exact pressure and rhythm that pushes you over the edge. He takes mental notes of your physical reactions; itâs his way of ensuring your happiness.
⼠His favorite position for making love is a reclined cowgirl. He loves it when youâre on top but leaning down against his chest, burying your face in his neck and letting him take the lead.
⼠Heâll wrap his arms firmly around your waist, pinning you against him as he begins to sink into you, tilting his hips up with slow, deliberate thrusts.
⼠Heâd say things like:
âYouâre shaking.â
âDonât pull away.â
âDo you like it like this?â
Itâs all very logical, but whispered in his low voice, it feels incredibly intimate.
⼠Aftercare is the most important part for him, especially since he grew up feeling lonely and overlooked by his parents. Afterward, heâll stay glued to your side, likely bringing you water or food without you even asking. He doesn't say much, but heâll let you fall asleep on his chest while he silently strokes your hair.
On the other hand⌠how does he fuck you rough?
⼠It doesnt happen often, it just doesn't align with his usual personality or the nature of your relationship.
⼠If he takes the initiative, itâs usually because heâs been under extreme pressure. He isnt angry with you, and he makes sure you know itâs not your fault... he just needs to burn off the pent-up adrenaline.
⼠If you take the initiative, its usually after he's had to fight to protect you. You simply find it hotter when your quiet boyfriend lets his more violent side slip through.
⼠If heâs jealous, heâll be rougher in bed, though youâll likely never know jealousy was the catalyst. Si-eun is guarded and a man of few words; heâd never admit to feeling insecure.
⼠Donât expect cheap degradation, heâs too smart for that. Instead, heâll say things that prove he knows you better than anyone:
âDid you really think you could pretend you donât like this?â
He isnât mocking you, heâs just exposing the truth of your desire with his signature coldness.
⼠The pace stays slow, but the force behind his thrusts increases. He knows exactly where to push to cause the most pleasure. He doesnât like leaving marks (or being marked), but he might leave faint bruises from biting your shoulders.
⼠Heâs fascinated by seeing you... his shy and quiet girlfriend, go completely irrational for him. He wonât overstimulate you until it hurts, but heâll certainly keep going until youâre begging.
⼠Si-eun has deceptive physical stamina. Though he looks fragile, he can go for a long time without reaching his own peak.
⼠When he wants to go hard, he likes pinning you against the wall. It lets him move your body however he wants. His hands would be busy: one likely cupping your breast and the other gripping your hip firmly... never to actually hurt you, but to guide you.
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How does he make love?
⼠When Su-ho decides to be gentle, everything slows down, as if time stops in his room. His touch is firm but warm, he loves tracing your body with his fingers, marvelling at how soft your skin is.
⼠Heâll whisper things like âYouâre beautiful,â or just mutter your name in that signature deep voice of his. His kisses are slow and deeply calm, usually starting on your forehead and the tip of your nose before moving down to your neck.
⼠Since heâs always active, working or training, his stamina is enviable. Heâll touch you with technical precision, he needs to make sure youâre properly prepped because he hates the idea of causing you any unnecessary pain.
⼠He gives the best head of your life because heâs dedicated. He genuinely enjoys it because, to him, seeing you come is the ultimate win.
⼠Missionary is his favorite. Its simple, comfortable, and lets him control the depth... plus, he gets to look you in the eyes the whole time. Heâll stroke your face with his thumb while heâs inside you. He isnt much of a hair-puller during sweet moments, he prefers keeping you flushed against him.
⼠Heâs a man of few but very direct words:
âDonât stop.â
âDo that again for me.â
He keeps that playful, ironic tone he uses with his friends, so if he sees youâre totally lost in the pleasure, he might drop a smug: âAm I really that good?â
⼠Su-ho is fiercely protective, so afterward, heâll wrap you in his arms or a blanket. Heâs usually exhausted, so heâll likely pass out as soon as he gets comfortable.
On the other hand⌠how does he fuck you rough?
⼠Rough sex with Su-ho doesn't come from a place of malice; he has a strong sense of justice and isn't abusive. It usually happens when built-up desire simply overflows.
⼠Itâs rarely about jealousy since heâs quite confident, but if someone has been bothering you, that protective energy transforms into an overwhelming physical intensity in the bedroom.
⼠He wonât degrade you, but he will tease you:
âIs this what you wanted when you were looking at me like that earlier?â
âBet you canât handle much more.â
Itâs a power play where he knows exactly which buttons to push.
⼠The pace is rough, fast, and passionate. Thanks to his martial arts training, his body control is incredible... heâs fast and strong, but never reckless. He does like leaving marks; he sees it as a silent way of marking his territory. But if you dont like it, he wonât do it.
⼠His stamina is legendary. He just doesnt get tired. Doggy style is his favorite for dominating you because it gives him the perfect angle to be rough. He loves the view and the ability to apply rhythmic force, using his hands to grip your hair or hold your hips. In this mode, he isn't there to cuddle, heâs there to claim.
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How does he make love?
⼠Generally, Beom-seok is very gentle. His way of showing affection is almost painfully shy and needy.
⼠His touch is hesitant at first, as if heâs waiting for you to reject him or for things to turn sour. Once he feels secure, he lets go and caresses you without breaking eye contact. He loves hearing how good he makes you feel.
⼠He whispers things like âDont leave meâ or âYouâre the only thing I have,â constantly seeking validation. His kisses are soft, concentrated on your hands or your neck.
⼠Beom-seok is surprisingly good at giving oral. Heâs deeply obsessed with your taste. He does it to please you, but also because it makes him feel useful. Thereâs always a shadow of insecurity, worrying if heâs doing it well enough, but your reactions are usually enough to reassure him.
⼠His favorite position is missionary, but with him clinging to you tightly. He needs the eye contact and the feeling of your weight to convince himself that youâre choosing him.
⼠Heâll rarely grab your neck or hair when making love, those gestures remind him too much of the abuse heâs suffered.
⼠Afterward, he feels safest. Heâll stay wrapped around you in silence, likely hiding his face against your chest with a small smile.
On the other hand⌠how does he fuck you rough?
⼠Rough sex with Beom-seok doesn't usually stem from healthy passion, but from frustration or jealousy. If he feels sidelined or thinks youâve paid attention to someone else, he will use sex to reaffirm that you belong to him.
⼠Heâs the type to take out his daily pent-up rage on you. In these moments, he can become unrecognizable. He wonât use cruel insults, but he might mock your need for him as a way to project his own insecurities: âYou know nobody else is ever going to love you like this, right?â
⼠The rhythm is erratic and a bit clumsy, driven by a mix of desire and anger. He likes leaving marks, especially bites or hickeys in visible places, to "mark his territory." Thereâs no romance here, itâs a physical manifestation of his anger at the world.
⼠In public, he wont show his jealousy. Heâll be quiet and distant. But in private, he becomes suffocating. Sex becomes a way to punish you for making him feel excluded.
⼠Heâs prone to overstimulating you. He enjoys the physical control. He might even ignore your pleas to stop for a second, getting lost in the sensation of power that comes from having you at his mercy.
⼠His stamina is lower when heâs angry. The adrenaline and lack of emotional control mean he burns out faster than usual, leaving him vulnerable and sometimes immediatey regretful after he finishes. He prefers positions where he doesn't have to look you in the eye.
⼠Yeong-bin has a very fragile ego. When he makes love to you, his primary goal is seeking your validation.
⼠His touch is possessive, he loves running his hands down your back and legs to feel like you are his. Heâll whisper things like âNo one will ever love you like I do,â projecting his need for control. He actually enjoys it when you challenge him.
⼠His kisses are intense and a bit desperate. He is the kind of idiot who leaves marks on your neck just so everyone knows you were with him.
⼠He likes to finger you at a fast pace, watching your face constantly to ensure he has power over your pleasure. Honestly, heâs not a fan of giving oral and probably isn't good at it. Youâd have to beg quite a bit for him to even consider it.
⼠His favorite position is the mating press, with your legs over his shoulders. He craves direct eye contact because he needs to see that he has your undivided attention.
⼠After, he is surprisingly clingy. He seeks refuge in you, snuggling up and letting you stroke his hair. Deep down, heâs terrified of being abandoned or humiliated. Once things calm down, heâll offer you food or a shower. He hates when you have to leave, so heâll playfully demand that you stay the night.
On the other hand⌠how does he fuck you rough?
⼠Rough sex with Yeong-bin happens when heâs had a bad day or feels humiliated by others. He takes it out on you to reclaim the sense of power he lost on the street or at school.
⼠He says very degrading things centered on his authority:
âWhoâs in charge here?â
âLook at you, begging for more.â
⼠Heâll mock you if he notices youâre enjoying the roughness, using it to inflate his ego. He prefers you to be submissive in this mode; if you talk back, heâll only get angrier.
⼠The pace is unpredictable. At first, heâll go slow just to make you wait. Then heâll become rough and erratic. Itâs a pure display of force. He loves leaving bite marks or finger bruises... to him, theyâre trophies of his dominance.
⼠When heâs jealous, heâs the type to wrap an arm around your neck in a suffocating way to mark his territory in front of others. In private, that jealousy translates to extremely possessive sex. He enjoys pushing you to your limit and then stopping just to watch you beg.
⼠It doesnât happen often, but when he lets his guard down, Woo-young treats you like his only safe haven. His touch is firm, and his hands, usually balled into fists, open up to trace your jawline with agonizing slowness.
⼠Heâll tell you things like âStay like this,â or âJust look at me.â Itâs possessive, but in a soft way. His kisses are deep, like heâs finally catching his breath.
⼠He is fairly neutral about giving oral, but since you told him you like it, heâs determined to be the best at it. Plus, heâs realized itâs a great way to relax you so you can take him more easily later.
⼠Heâll masturbate you with a steady rhythm, watching your face to see exactly what makes you lose it. Heâll start with one finger and slowly add more, testing how much you can take.
⼠He likes any position that allows for maximum body contact. He loves missionary for the control, spooning so he can whisper in your ear, and he loves it when you mount him so he can hold you. He just needs to confirm your attention is 100% on him.
⼠While heâs inside you, heâll interlock his fingers with yours against the pillow or hold your face. He never lets go. He loves telling you how much he likes you, but in a rougher way:
âYouâre incredible.â
âLook at what youâre like for me.â
⼠Aftercare wasn't a thing for him until he met you. Now, he finds it vital, though heâd never admit it. He feels vulnerable after making love, so heâll bury his face in your neck for minutes at a time.
On the other hand⌠how does he fuck you rough?
⼠Rough sex usually stems from frustration. Woo-young has a serious problem with losing. If heâs had a bad day or felt inferior, heâll use that fire in bed to feel powerful again.
⼠In this mode, he is a natural teaser. Heâll ask if you can keep up with his pace or if youâre ready to give up yet. Heâll tease you about your moans:
âIs that all you can handle?â
âAre you going to come that fast?â
⼠Itâs not cruel, just a playful superiority that drives you crazy. The rhythm is rough and passionate, almost like heâs sparring with you.
⼠Heâs fascinated by leaving marks. Bite marks on your collarbones or finger marks on your hips so that, the next day, you remember exactly who you belong to.
⼠When heâs jealous, his silent and dangerous vibe doesn't change... it just intensifies in the bedroom. He becomes much more vocal about the fact that you are his.
⼠He loves making you beg for an orgasm and will demand that you do so, threatening to pull out and leave you hanging. Heâs never actually done it, but youâre not about to test him.
⼠His stamina actually increases when heâs rough. He can go for several rounds without losing intensity.
⼠When heâs in this mood, he wants you on your knees. Heâll use one hand to grip your hair and guide you. It gives him total control over your body. Heâll tilt your head back to make you look at him, relishing the sight of your flushed face and arched back, knowing heâs the one who put you there.
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How does he make love?
⼠Baku is all pure love and warmth. With you, heâs incredibly careful, as if heâs terrified of breaking you with his large hands. His caresses are slow and steady; he loves tracing the line of your shoulders and back.
⼠Heâll whisper how much he adores you and how lucky he feels to have you. His kisses are deep, but he loves peppering your forehead and the tip of your nose with them between soft chuckles.
⼠He loves giving oral. Itâs in his nature to be service-oriented with the people he loves. Heâll stop every now and then just to look you in the eyes and make sure youâre okay. To him, prepping you properly is an extension of taking care of you, but he ends up enjoying it as much as you do because seeing your pleasure is his greatest reward.
⼠He doesn't have a favorite position, anything where he can face you works. He craves eye contact and constant physical proximity.
⼠He loves the feeling of your breath against his neck... it always makes him smile. Heâll use his hands to cup your cheeks and tuck your hair behind your ears with a tenderness he shows no one else.
⼠He says sweet, slightly clumsy things like, "You're so amazing," or "I can't believe you're actually here with me." Heâs very vocal about how much he admires you.
⼠During aftercare, heâll carry you to the bathroom, help you clean up, and then wrap his arms around you like a human shield. Heâll likely order takeout, and youâll fall asleep cuddled up while binge-watching a series.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
⼠When it happens, itâs never out of malice. Baku is deeply compassionate and would never take out external frustrations on you.
⼠Rough sex usually happens when heâs afraid of losing you... maybe after a heavy fight or when he sees that look of mixed anger and pity on your face after heâs been hurt in a brawl. Itâs a release of raw, passionate energy.
⼠Heâs not the type to degrade you, even then, but he will tease you about how much you tremble under him or how your eyes roll back. "Look at you... did you really need me that badly?" heâd murmur with an arrogant but lustful smirk.
⼠The pace is rough, passionate and powerful. However, thereâs always a hint of romance in the way he seeks you out for a kiss in the middle of the chaos.
⼠And yes, he absolutely loves leaving marks all over your body. Baku is territorial but not toxic. In intimacy, he becomes much more dominant and possessive, claiming every inch of your skin to remind you who you belong to.
⼠He has incredible stamina and uses it to overstimulate you, he wants to see how much youâll beg. But if he senses youâre actually in pain or truly distressed, his protective instinct kicks in immediately, and heâll stop to comfort you.
⼠His favorite position for going rough is prone bone. He loves heavy body contact, pinning you down and taking you from behind. Heâll use his free hands to cup a breast or tilt your jaw back to force you to look at him.
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How does he make love?
⼠Gotak is a ball of energy in daily life, but in bed, heâs surprisingly attentive. His absolute priority is making sure you feel cared for. His touch is warm and heavy with affection. Heâll whisper things like: "You're safe with me," or "You're the best thing I've got."
⼠His kisses are slow and deep, always lingering on your forehead or neck.
⼠He touches you with a playful curiosity, watching every reaction to learn exactly what makes you tick. Heâs incredibly proud of his oral skills. If you finish just from his tongue, his ego hits the roof, and heâll give you the most radiant smile in the world.
⼠He loves it when you mount him. First, because he needs to see you... Gotak is all about that visual connection. He also loves the skin-to-skin contact. Finally, he likes giving you control at the start, only to take it back once youâre tired.
⼠Afterward, you both usually pass out instantly from exhaustion. Aftercare for him is simply tangled limbs and deep sleep.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
⼠This happens fairly often, mostly because Gotak has a short fuse and you often offer to let him "take it out on you." He hates that phrase, but he loves what it leads to: hours of intense sex.
⼠He isn't the type to use cruel degradation, but heâll talk back: "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" or "I bet you can't handle much more than this."
⼠Gotak has incredible tenacity, so the rhythm will be fast and unrelenting. He loves leaving marks, though he keeps them in places only the two of you can see.
⼠If heâs jealous, he gets very physical and much more possessive. Heâll claim you with a force that ensures the other personâs name is the last thing on your mind.
⼠Overstimulating you isn't always intentional, itâs often just a byproduct of how long it takes him to reach his own peak. Youâll be going until your legs give out and heâs still not tired.
⼠His favorite position for rough sex is from behind... whether itâs against a wall, over his desk or on all fours. He just loves the sight and feel of his body slamming against yours. Heâll grab your hair to pull your head back for a rough kiss or grip your hips so you canât escape his pace.
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How does he make love?
⼠Just because heâs being "gentle" doesn't mean heâs going to be soft. It just means he takes his time to analyze your reactions. He studies your body and uses that knowledge to make you lose your mind.
⼠His touch is slow and provocative. During foreplay, he simply cannot keep his hands still. Heâs not one for traditional sweet talk; instead, heâll whisper how much he loves being the only one who gets to see you like this.
⼠His kisses are deep and possessive, mostly concentrated on your neck and jawline... marking his territory while enjoying the skin-to-skin contact.
⼠When he touches you, itâs with a torturous calm. He can spend minutes just teasing you, watching every reaction. Heâll often demand you say things like, "I'm yours."
⼠I don't think heâs naturally a fan of giving oral, but heâd give in without hesitation if you asked. Youâll have to teach him exactly what you like, and luckily, heâs a fast learner. His favorite part? Hearing you beg for more and watching his glasses fog up.
⼠His favorite position is having you on top. After the oral, heâll let out a tired sigh and sit back against the headboard. He loves the visual of your chest against his face. Heâll smirk like an idiot when you take his face in your hands and smother him.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
⼠Rough sex is more frequent and usually follows a fight. Itâs not about hate, but he needs to release that savage intensity to feel alive.
⼠His words get sharp. Heâll tease you and can be slightly degrading in a playful way that baits you into challenging him. If you push back in a way he doesn't like, though, he gets genuinely riled up.
⼠The pace is fast, passionate, and absolutely draining. He alternates between violent thrusts and a torturous slowness. He loves edging you just to see how much you can take before you break and beg to come.
⼠He loves leaving evidence: bite marks on your shoulders and finger-shaped bruises on your thighs that last for days.
⼠If heâs jealous in public, heâs cold and dismissive, keeping a heavy hand on your waist to mark his territory. In private, that coldness vanishes and turns into hours of sex that leave you on the verge of tears, ignoring your pleas to stop just so he can push you through one climax after another.
⼠He has superhuman stamina. He doesn't tire... in fact, the more you struggle, the more energy he seems to get. His favorite position is doggy style, but heâll pin your hips down to keep you as flat as possible against the bed. Heâll grab your hair to force you to look back at him or grip your neck to remind you whoâs in control.
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How does he make love?
⼠When Baek-jin decides to be gentle, his usual coldness shifts into a meticulous focus on every inch of your skin. His touch isn't random, his long fingers glide over your collarbones and thighs as if heâs memorizing your anatomy.
⼠He leaves lingering kisses on the curve of your neck while whispering how perfect you are for him.
⼠He finds a quiet satisfaction in making you lose your composure. He takes all the time in the world with oral and manual play, ensuring youâre more than ready for him.
⼠Missionary is his favorite, but heâll always ask you to wrap your legs around his waist to pull you closer. He insists on uninterrupted eye contact. While he thrusts rhythmically and deep, he will interlace his fingers with yours or cradle your face, forcing you to look at him as he confirms you are his.
⼠Words are scarce but heavy with meaning. Heâll praise your bodyâs response in a low, raspy tone, telling you how much he loves how receptive you are only for him.
⼠Aftercare is an extension of his need for order and protection. Heâll wrap you in the sheets or carry you to the bath with a delicacy that contrasts sharply with his public persona.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
⼠Rough sex isn't a daily occurrence, he usually vents his frustrations elsewhere. But if someone has tried to get too close to you, the "inevitable" is coming. He won't make a scene in public... he will just watch you with a glacial intensity that warns you the real conversation will happen behind closed doors.
⼠His rhythm is slow and punishing, a way to remind you who has absolute authority in the relationship. He uses his stamina to keep you on the edge, ignoring your pleas for him to go faster.
⼠He enjoys how your body shakes under his. Heâs an expert at orgasm control, stopping the moment youâre about to peak just to watch your face contort in frustration. Heâll keep you in that state of absolute need until he decides youâve learned your lesson.
⼠He prefers doggy style or any position where he can pin you down firmly. He loves the sight of your arched back and your hands immobilized against the mattress, using his strength to set a rough, breathless pace.
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How does he make love?
⼠When heâs gentle, his mocking attitude turns into hypnotic focus. He treats you with unexpected delicacy, tracing your skin with his fingertips. His words are slow, whispered promises about how much you belong to him.
⼠His kisses are deep and show a devotion heâd never reveal in public. Heâll focus on the corners of your mouth and the arch of your neck, wanting to show you he only has eyes for you.
⼠Foreplay is essential. He enjoys the patience of prepping you, watching your face with that signature smirk, though this time itâs softened with genuine affection. He loves the power he has over your pleasure.
⼠Missionary is his favorite because of the eye contact and the ability to pin your hands above your head. He loves feeling your heartbeat against his and having one hand free to caress your cheek while telling you how beautiful you look when you're about to come.
On the other hand... how does he fuck you rough?
⼠Rough sex with him is intense. Forget any trace of tenderness. It usually happens because of accumulated tension or a spike in jealousy. He needs to re-establish his possession over you in a physical, overwhelming way.
⼠His language turns much cruder. Heâll mock how much you love the roughness and use degrading talk, calling you his "slut" or reminding you that no one else knows you like he does. He loves seeing you lose control and uses it to tease you further.
⼠The pace is relentless, it feels like heâs hammering you into the mattress. The only "romance" youâll get is a bite on the shoulder or marks hidden where only the two of you know they exist.
⼠He is toxic to the point of getting into physical altercations with anyone who flirts with you. In private, that energy means the control is entirely his. Heâll overstimulate you until youâre begging for him to stop.
⼠Since heâs used to fighting and staying on his feet, he can go for hours without flagging. His favorite positions are doggy style or against a wall, where he can see your whole body and keep a firm grip on your hair or neck.
âââăâ chapstick game | geum seong-je x f! reader
You play a popular game you found on social media that you play with your partner, and you think it's the perfect way to get Seong-je's half-assed attention. One applies the chapstick, and the other must guess the flavor through a kiss.
Warnings: Language, nsfw content, fingering
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Seong-je snuck through your window a little over two hours ago. He's leaned up against your headboard, one leg thrown over yours, while the other is propped up. He's currently playing on your console, curses quietly flowing past his lips as he mashes the buttons on your controller.
"Shit...little fucker is probably playing on his brother's account. We all know you aren't level 420, ugly little shit." he curses, eating the chocolate-covered acai and blueberries he got for you.
The reason why Seong-je was even over was because you had sent him a photo of a cute dress you had found at the thrift store. As pretty as it was, it was incredibly short. You thought that maybe if you provoked him, he'd come over and finally give you the attention you've been craving.
Instead, he's in your bed, eating the snacks he bought for you and playing on your console like a bum.
"Seong-je." you nudge him.
"Hm." he hums, not looking away from your TV.
You stare at him a little longer, waiting to see if he'd ask for the follow-up, but he was clearly occupied. You roll your eyes and lie on your side, turning away from him. You scroll on your phone, liking videos your friends had posted, when you remember why you invited him over.
You came across a cute trend where couples guess Chapstick flavors by kissing each other, taste-testing each flavor. You quickly sit back up, stretching your body over his lap as you reach into your bedside table. You pull out the chapstick packaging of several flavors you found at some cheap dollar store.
Right as Seong-je finishes his game, you face him, sitting with your legs crossed. You push the chapstick into his hands.
Seong-je looks down at his lap, thinking you got him a gift, only to see the cheap knock-off brands of chapstick. Hershey, Skittles, Strawberry, Cola, etc.
"What are you, a kid? What is this?" he tears the packaging open, picking up the Redbull flavor. "This is the equivalent of when you go shopping at Bath and Body Works and only get those nasty food-scented perfumes."
You frown. "You told me you liked my strawberry poundcake."
"I lied."
You gather the tiny cylinders in your hands, putting them in your lap.
"I wanna play the Chapstick game. I saw it on TikTok." you urge.
Seong-je thinks for a second before he nods once. "The game where you guess all the flavors and shit? I've seen that before."
"Yes!" you exclaim excitedly. "Okay, so you know the rules. Come on, put that down. Let's play."
He sighs, placing your controller down and sitting up. "Alright, Princess. Let's play."
"I'm going first. Close your eyes!"
The edge of Seong-je's mouth quirks up into a smirk as he reluctantly shut his eyes. You pick a random flavor in the pile of many flavors, lathering your lips with it.
"Okay, open!"
He opens his eyes. Now, to guess. He leans in, tilting your chin upwards towards him. His lips meet yours, prompting your eyes to close in bliss. He deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip before he abruptly pulls back.
"That shit tastes like lizard ankles."
You laugh, concealing the true flavor in your clenched hand.
"No, that's not a guess."
He leans back, wiping his mouth. "That's got to be like, slime or something."
"It's Sprite."
"That was sprite...?" he asked in disbelief, looking at the flavor you presented to him.
"Okay, it's your turn. Pick one." You close your eyes, waiting patiently.
You can hear Seong-je rustling through the flavors before finally picking one. He doesn't tell you he's done, nor does he tell you to open your eyes. He just slams his lips against yours, pushing you down towards the bed. You let out an involuntary moan, hand sliding up his chest as you try to taste the flavor on his lips.
Seong-je's teeth bite down on your tongue, causing you to gasp out in pain. He smiles down at you, relishing in the pain he inflicted on you. You look up at him through your lashes, licking your lips, trying to taste the flavor.
"Is it...Cola?"
Seong-je gave you a tight-lipped smile, shaking his head. He placed his hand on your chest, squeezing your breast shamelessly.
"Nope. That's wrong, Princess." his hand trails down. "For every answer you get wrong, my hand will go lower."
Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his large, calloused hand slide down your stomach.
"Liquorice?" you guess, rubbing your thighs together.
"Nope." he huffs, hand now rubbing your lower belly. "One more guess."
"Pepsi?"
Seong-je sighs, giving you a moment to process the silence before slipping his hand past the waistband of your underwear.
"Three guesses, and you got them all wrong, Baby." he smiles, palm sliding down your freshly shaven skin. "You've lost."
You let out a whimper, wrapping your hand around the wrist of the hand buried in your underwear. His lips find your neck, his free hand angling your head backwards.
"This isn't...fair," you protest. "This isn't how you play the game."
Seong-je's kisses turned into nips as his fingers found their way towards your entrance. His free hand hooks underneath your knee, spreading your legs so he'd have more access.
His fingers, playing in your heat, finally dip into your aching entrance, relieving you of the emptiness that had been bothering you all day. You gasp, burying your mouth in the palm of your hand. He must've forgotten your parents are still home.
You grind your hips against his hand as his fingers curl against your g-spot, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.
"Right there," Seong-je speaks to himself, making a mental note of where you like it best.
The rolls of chapstick were long forgotten, some across your floor after they had rolled off the bed. You were hot, and the room felt like it was closing in on you with each passing minute. You clench around his fingers, embarrassed that it didn't take you long to get close.
"Already?" he laughs, his other hand gripping your knee, making sure you kept your legs spread, while the other pumped two fingers inside of you. "That's even quicker than last time."
Your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. Your whimpers progressed into moans as each pump brought you closer to the edge, and it didn't help that he added another finger.
The hallway light flickered on, followed by the sounds of footsteps. Your parents.
"Honey?" your mother's voice calls out, startling you. "Are you still awake?"
Your body goes stiff at the sound of her voice. You try to get Seong-je to stop, but a wicked grin formed on his face. He curled his three fingers around your weak spot, making your back arch.
"Careful now," Seong-je warns with that shit-eating grin. "Don't wanna be too loud, now do we?"
You stare at your boyfriend in betrayal, coughing in your hand to mask a moan.
"I was studying, Mom. I'm going to bed now." You lie easily.
The light eventually shuts off, making your body relax. You're filled with ecstasy and relief as you clench around him, feeling the knot tie in your lower belly. His fingers come to a slow stop, coated in your liquids.
You breathe heavily, chest heaving as the ceiling of your bedroom spins in your vision. While you slowly come back down to Earth, Seong-je rubs your thigh with his thumb, bringing his coated hand towards his mouth.
He sucks his fingers off, not once breaking his glare on you.
summary : even though Sieun wasnât the boyfriend to openly hold your hand on the street or hug you in the school hallways, he showed you love in the most unspoken ways. And you cherished these moments more than anything.
a/n : i just finished watching whc2 and iâm so happy with the ending. I loved this kdrama so much.
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Sieunâs house was always a little too quiet, but you never minded. It made moments like this feel more intimate. The low hum of his desk lamp he specially moved to the living room, the occasional rustle of pages, the soft clicking of pensâit was a quiet kind of closeness you grew to love. And truthfully, youâd grown used to this silence ever since the two of you started seeing each other.
Today wasnât any different. You sat cross-legged on the floor across Sieun who was flipping through a practice exam booklet with furrowed brows, highlighter in hand, fully immersed in the quiet rhythm of studying. His brows always furrowed when he studied, and something about that little detail made you want to stare longer than you should.
You had your books open too, a pencil twirling between your fingers, but most of your focus was on him. You werenât even pretending to study at this pointâjust watching how his eyes moved, how his lips pressed together in concentration and how his hoodie sleeves were pushed up to his elbows.
âIs something wrong with the exercise?â he asked suddenly, catching your gaze without even looking up from the page.
You blinked, caught, but you nodded anyway. âMhm.â you replied, nodding even though you hadnât read a single question. âTotally confusing.â
He closed his book gently and moved beside you, taking your textbook without waiting for permission. You scooted a little closer, heart racing more from his closeness than from any actual academic confusion. You leaned in, resting your chin on your palm and you lips tugging into a small smile.
âWhat part?â he asked, eyes scanning the question.
âAll of it.â You answered.
He started explaining, quietly, patiently. His voice was smooth, his finger moving across the page as he broke down each step. But you didnât catch a wordâyour focus stayed fixed on him, not even glancing at the formulas.
âYouâre not listening,â he said flatly after a few seconds, eyes flicking to meet yours.
âI am,â you lied, grinning.
He narrowed his eyes just a bit, not annoyed, but definitely unamused. âThen tell me what I just said.â
ââŚSomething about the square root of something?â you blurted out, leaning slightly closer with a dramatic sigh.
Sieun exhaled, almost a laugh, but not quite. More like a breath caught between amusement and surrender. He didnât respond. Just shook his head softly and went back to explaining.
Your story hadnât exactly started with a confession. There were no butterflies-in-your-stomach speeches or dramatic realizations. It just⌠happened.
You werenât even sure when it shifted from one-sided pestering to a relationship. Maybe it was all those late library study sessions, or the times you shared your snacks during break, or how you always waved at him even when he never waved backâat first.
The truth was, youâd kind of forced yourself into his quiet little world. Bit by bit, like sunlight creeping in through half-closed blinds. You didnât knock, you just sort of let yourself inâloud, bright, and annoyingly persistent.
He resisted, of course. Gave you those flat stares, dry responses, and more than once told you to stop talking so much. But then came the little momentsâhow he started waiting for you outside class, the way he sat just a bit closer at lunch, how he texted you first just once and never really stopped.
So when he kissed you for the first time, it didnât feel like a surprise. It felt like something that had been waiting to happen all along. Quiet, slow, and certain.
Sieun had long returned to his side of the table, diving back into his book with the same silent intensity he always carried. His eyes flicked across the lines, and the only sound in the room was the soft scratching of his pen as he scribbled notes.
You, on the other hand, lasted a solid thirty minutes before your patience cracked.
With a loud sigh, you dropped your pen and slid down until your back hit the floor. You sprawled out like a starfish, letting your arm flop to the side as you stared up at the ceiling.
Sieun glanced over, pen paused mid-word, looking completely dumbfounded. He didnât say anything at first, just raised a brow and blinked slowly like he was trying to process whether you had actually just given up and collapsed on his floor.
ââŚWhat are you doing?â he finally asked, voice flat but clearly confused.
âIâm tired of studying,â you groaned, throwing an arm over your eyes. âI didnât come here to write equations till my brain melts.â
âThen why did you come?â
You peeked at him from under your arm, a small smirk curling on your lips. âTo spend time with you.â
Sieun blinked again, this time his gaze lingering on you a little longer before looking away. You thought maybe he was going to ignore it like he always did, brush past your teasing, but his hand paused on the corner of his page, like something in your words stuck.
âYou could've just said that,â he muttered, eyes back on his bookâbut you saw the way his ears tinted just slightly pink.
You grinned, crossing your arms over the table now from your seated spot on the floor. âYouâre blushing.â
âIâm not.â
âYou totally are.â
âYouâre annoying.â
âBut you still love meâ you teased.
He looked at you thenâdeadpan as always. âDelusional.â
You just laughed. It was so easy being around him, even with his wall up. Maybe especially because of it. Each word he gave you felt earned. Each look, every small shift in expressionâit all meant something.
âSo what exactly does that mean? How do you want to spend time with me?â He blinked, leaning his back slightly against the couch.
You looked at him for a second, then without a word, stood up and moved around the table. He followed your movement with his eyes, and before he could say anything else, you plopped down beside him. Closeâcloser than usual.
Then, gently, you leaned your head against his shoulder, letting out the smallest content sigh. Both of your arms wrapped around his, holding it close like it was the most natural thing in the world.
âLike this,â you murmured. âThis is enough.â
There was a beat of silence. The kind that hung heavy, not uncomfortable, but full of something else. Sieun didnât move, didnât say anything right away. You could hear the soft click of the clock on the wall, the hum of the fridge in the kitchen.
And thenâyou felt it.
A quiet shift.
His shoulder barely moved, but you felt it. A small pull at the corner of his lips.
You turned slightly to look up at him.
âAre you⌠smiling?â
Sieun exhaled through his nose, subtle but unmistakable.
âYouâre imagining things,â he said.
But the faint curve on his lips betrayed him.
You grinned and tightened your grip on his arm just a little. âYou so are.â
âDonât get used to it,â he muttered, eyes flicking away, his smile not leaving his lips.
You stayed like that for a whileâcurled up beside him, your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his. At first, it was quietâcomfortable, easy. But it didnât take long before you started talking. Random stories, the kind that didnât need a point.
Sieun wasnât the most talkative, and you still carried most of the conversation, but he listenedâreally listenedâand when he spoke, it was warm, thoughtful, a little dry but always sincere. Heâd answer with a soft laugh, or a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Sometimes heâd shake his head at your teasing remarks, and other times, heâd quietly add his own take, making you laugh.
It was one of those moments where time didnât feel real. Just the two of you, tucked into the corner of his quiet world, talking about nothing and everything.
Even though Sieun wasnât the boyfriend to openly hold your hand on the street or hug you in the school hallways, he showed you love in the most unspoken ways.
And you cherished these moments more than anything.
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A lot of people seem to think Sieun's and Suho's relationship is just sweet and lovey dovey and nice, and completely miss the darker, violent side of their connection. For hurting Sieun, Suho breaks Yeongbin's hand like nothing and sits there completely unbothered while that boy cries in pain at his feet. For hurting Suho, Sieun smashes Wooyoung's ankle with a dumbbell and leaves him screaming on the floor, utterly uncaring. Both are capable of great violence and are deeply obsessed with each other to the point of unleashing it on others with no fucks given.
synopsis: seongje turning into a whining pathetic masochist after his girl slaps him in an argument. lol.
cw: MDNI, aged up obviously, slapping, spitting, choking, biting, handjob, thigh riding, overstimulation, masochism, sadism, seongje crying lowkey, pet names
you wanted to see him like this. it was rare but the rarity of it was what got you going; seeing seongje below you, whimpering like a pathetic dog. you were in complete control and there was nothing more you enjoyed than abusing it.
after an aggravating argument with the poor guy under you, you lost your composure, ready to walk out of the door until seongje grabbed your wrists, dragging you back into his room. his domineering presence, threatening and intimidating, pushing you against a wall. in times like these, you felt helpless. you hated how he towered over you with that malicious glint in his eyes, teasing at you, pointing a finger at you with that shit-eating cheshire grin on his face. the smell of cigarettes clawed at your throat, punching you in the lungs. and thatâs all seongje needed to have you cornered and submit to him.
but today, today was not the day. today he failed to do that. today you were the one to push at his chest until you cornered him into a wall and when he tried to stop your one hand, you used the other to slap his face. you didnât mean to be violent nor did you mean to hurt him. you were just overwhelmed with the heat in the room and your anger and just him.
it was just one painful slap.
that one painful slap turned something in your boyfriend. something dark. something dangerous. as if he were possessed by a demon, his head slapped to the side, he laughed, adamsâs apple bobbing and shoulders shaking. when he turned to you, your stomach churned in fear and anticipationâ a sadistic coil. you were enjoying it. so was he.
âdid you just slap me, sweetheart?â he raised a brow, that same snarky glint in his eyes.
âi did.â you breathed, staggering a little back from him seeing the maniacal, livid look in his eyes that could devastate a whole audience.
âmy baby girl just hit me.â he stated to himself.
his eyes dead on you. the shift in atmosphere weighed down on you. it was hot and fuzzy and you couldnât ignore the desire and need in your stomach from the way he gazed at you. seongje tilted his head back with a airy chuckle before coming to an abrupt stop. another look at your eyes and then at your lips.
âdo it again.â he ordered, âslap me.â
âw-what?â you wavered, unsure of what just came out of your boyfriendâs mouth.
with another step back you watched him pull himself off against the wall to lunge at you. no second to breathe or grasp onto what just happened, seongje was onto you. he bit your bottom lip with a low groan. he glided his tongue over the bite before smacking another kiss to your parted mouth. it was more a kiss to your teeth than it was to your lips that were slightly trembling from the shock. he pulled away, breathless and red, sweat forming on his temple. a swift slide of his fingers and his glasses were off and thrown onto the night stand.
âdonât make me ask again, y/n.â he purred, his breath tickling your cheeks, âslap me.â
it took you a minute to register it all and you came to the realization that heâd probably do anything to get slapped in the face by his pretty girlfriend right now and youâd take advantage of that. take advantage of him. work him dry.
âwhat if i said no?â you asked, biting your bottom lip gentler than seongje had.
seongje tilted his head to the side in amusement, a low chuckle barreling in his chest, the fluorescent light revealed the red mark from your palm on his chisled face. his jaw was taut. that hunger in his eyes only raging by the second. every breath he took came out shallow as if he were holding himself back. you jutted your jaw out in false confidence, wanting to tease him more; get on his nerves until he broke.
âgeum seongje. if you want me to slap you get on the bed.â you demanded with a light nudge on his shoulder.
you stood face-to-face with him with a smirk threatening to creep up your face. you enjoyed the slight, barely noticeable surprise in his face. it turned you on.
âdonât make me ask again, seongje.â you mocked him, âget on the bed.â
âokay. whatever you say, darling.â he complied with a nod and a smirk.
once he was on the edge of the bed, you swiftly straddled his laps, pushing him in the shoulders until he fell flat on his back with a low cuss. he raised a brow in question, amused, watching you crawl over him. your hair falling over his face as you bit his earlobe, a low teasing moan escaping your lips. by now, you could feel his hard-on pressing the side of your inner thigh through his sweatpants. you used your knees to push it down on his cock, earning a low groan.
âwhat do you think youâre doing?â he hissed, snaking his hands over your waist to stop you but you pinch him away earning another pained groan.
âyou wanted this. so, take it.â you spoke through gritted teeth, grabbing his hard on with your hand âyouâre so hard. just by this? youâre pathetic.â
âfuckâ are youââ you undo the strings in his sweat pants, pulling it down with his boxers, springing his twitching cock free.
pre-cum dropped from his tip, causing you to giggle. you sat between his thigh, lightly rubbing your clothed clit against it.
thwack.
you spit on your hands, making a lubricant to use to rub on his hot cock. your strokes are slow and calculated, your fists balling on his cock as you pumped agonizingly low. seongjeâs brows furrowed in frustration wanting more. he bucked his hips into your fist only to get slapped in the face. hard.
âsh-shit, baby, could you go faster?â he asked, his voice cracking.
âtsk. thatâs not how you ask, now is it?â you tutted, shaking your head in teasing disappointment âsay please like a good boy. hmm?â
you stopped moving your hands. waiting for his plead. continuing to rub yourself against his thigh.
âp-please.â his voice came out ragged and broken. you slapped him in the face again, his face turning red. his hair a tousled mess.
âsay it louder, boy.â you urged. relishing in the desperate look in his eyes. he looked completely gone.
âfuckâ pleaseâ go faster!â he begged swallowing hard.
âatta boy.â you took that chance to grab his throat with one hand to squeeze it hard with no mercy until he started to audibly choke and gasp. with the other hand you started stroking harsher and faster, making him twitch and whimper with a choke.
you squeezed his cock harder and his throat. thumbing his tip to make him more sensitive, his eyelashes lined with tears that you had never seen before and your thighs clenched agaist his thighs, rubbing onto your clit in an overwhelmingly hot sensation that made you moan a little too loud. seongje struggled in your hold, gasping for air when you let go of his throat. relentlessly, you pumped his cock upwards and down until hot, white spurts of cum splattered out onto your wrists and hand. but you didnât stop. you forced your weight onto him, riding his thighs until you reached your own climax and closed your eyes to feel the sensation take over you. your panties were soaking wet, clit sensitive causing you to twitch and writhe over your sensitive boyfriend who looked like he was about to cry.
tears and drool fell down his beautiful face. his brown hair a mess, and his taunting smirk replaced with parted lips that released whimpers and low, guttural groans. he tried to grab onto your wrist one more time only to get slapped hard in the face by you. your hands pumped mercilessly on his cock, his body twitching and shaking from overstimulation.
a cry escaped his lips âgosh, y/n. slap me again. i love it when you slap me. please.â
âyeah? you like it? open your mouth.â you said, bringing your hand up to his throat. he complied, opening his mouth. a glob of your spit trickled sloppily down his mouth, some of it splattering onto his bottom lips âswallow.â
he swallowed hard, an embarrassing high-pitched moan leaving his mouth as he pleaded for you to slap him and you did. he pleaded again. slap. slap. slap.
âo-oh my godânghââ he gasped with every sensation that struck every vein in his body, âfeel sâgood. fuckâ just like that, baby, just like that.â
âf-fuckâiâm gonnaâ iâm gonna cumâ iâm gonna cum!â he whined, holding onto your wrist for support. his eyes rolled back, mouth parting open into a silent moan. his deep voice now a pitch higher.
he came undone for a second time. bucking his hips up into your fist in desperate attempt to ground himself.
a thick rod of his white cum spurt out of his veiny cock. seongje drawled out a long shuddering sigh, whimpering thanks yous. his face contorting from the soreness of getting slapped over and over. poor boy looked used up. flushed red and droopy eyed. seongje laid breathless and used up below. a look of surrender making its way into his eyes as if to say âyou wonâ. the asshole smirk of his wiped right off.
