#whc2 fluff

── .✦ pairings: Yeon Sieun. Ahn Suho. Oh Beomseok. Park Humin. Go Hyuntak. Kang Wooyoung. Geum Seongje. Na Baekjin. Baek Dongha. Do Seongmok. Jeon Yeongbin. Yeongi x gn!reader

contains. fluff. whc characters showing possessiveness when they get jealous. rude!Gotak. everyone else is sweet (I have one sided beef with him for a while — idk why) wuhluhwuh

warnings. none wc. 1.9k

note. we are back on track. thanks to everyone for 1.5k!! let’s see if I still got it

YEON SIEUN

likes having you sit on his desk when you’re talking to someone

“You totally did cheat, though.”, you half-heartedly accused your class-mate, a little envious to see him achieve a higher grade than you.

He just shook his head as he explained to you one more time how hard he’d been studying.

Sieun was characteristically quiet behind you, just the faint shuffle of papers gaining your attention. You whirled around to see the space he’s made for you by swiping all his workbooks to the side so you could sit.

You pointed him a look but he kept his head down. With a light chuckle, you planted your palms on the wood and heaved yourself up to sit, legs bouncing in the air. “It makes sense that Sieun gets better grades cause he’s smarter than all of us together, but you on the other hand..”, you trailed, glimpsing at your boyfriend to see a subtle lift in the corner of his lips as he continued rehearsing his vocabulary.

AHN SUHO

arm around your shoulder

You were casually chatting up a guy from your class, asking him for details about his sneakers because Suho’s birthday was coming up and you thought that the shoes would be a nice fit on him.

“It’d be cool if you could just send me the link.”, you suggested, jumping as a heavy arm ranked around your shoulders.

“What are we talking about?” Your boyfriend’s voice sounded casual, yet his demeanour was everything but, the act itself an obvious display of belonging. “Nothing.”, you just quipped, motioning with your head for the classmate to dip.

He obliged, muttering a quick goodbye, and instantly Suho’s grip around you loosened, the tick in his jaw still very evident to you.

OH BEOMSEOK

holds your hand, fidgets with your ring

Your head rested casually on Beomseok’s shoulder, eyes fixed on Yeongbin, half listening to a story you’ve heard before. His gaze kept snapping towards you while he was talking, adding substitute to the tale, hands motioning.

Beomseok was following his friend’s eyes, the hint of a glare sparkling in his own as he dropped his hand to lie next to yours, casually grabbing it before interlacing his fingers with yours. „You okay?“, you asked him in a whisper, but he just hummed.

A light tickle against your middle finger had you glimpse down, a smile tugging on your lips as you watched him roll your ring between his fingers.

PARK HUMIN (BAKU)

back hug

The evening had just set, light gusts of wind tugging on your clothes as you threw another ball, biting your lip in concentration. You held your breath as the basketball bounced against the basket’s board, swirling one round against the rim before dipping right in, the net carefully guiding the rubber ball back to the ground.

A cheer erupted from around you, your friends impressed by your first score. You jumped in excitement. Gotak was the first to close the distance, giving you a high five as he grinned down on you.

Baku, on the other hand, engulfed you in a hug, both arms draped around your front as he pressed your back into his chest.

Your heart skipped a beat at that, the embrace pushing the air out your lungs.

GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)

drapes his jacket around your shoulders

You checked your phone for a new message, but there was still none from your boyfriend. You sighed, leaning back on your chair.

The sun had dipped low but the heat still radiated off it, gleamy rays of light swathing you in. You had agreed to meet up at this convenience store but it looked like Gotak was running late, so you rose from the chair and padded back into the store.

When Gotak had finally arrived, seemingly a little out of breath — hinting that he had run to get there faster, you were too indulged in your conversation with the clerk to notice his arrival. And you were laughing.

Gotak stepped up to you with his jaw clenched, startling you as he tossed his jacket over your shoulders. Your head snapped back to him at once, smile faltering as you took in his expression.

“I’m not exactly cold.”, you let him know, tugging on the polyester as you tried to pull it off, but Gotak wasn’t having that, pulling it tighter around your body as he placed a hand on your lower back.

“I didn’t exactly ask.”

KANG WOOYOUNG

got you a necklace with his initials on it

Wooyoung‘s gaze was burning holes into your skin, but you refused to look over to him, a smile tugging on your lips.

The guy in front of you was on an even level with you since you were sitting on the kitchen table, originally waiting for your friend to return from the bathroom, so your group could head to the club (cause house parties are just pre-game).

It took less than two minutes for a guy to approach but less than one for your boyfriend to come up. The guy in front of you startled as Wooyoung had appeared, yet he refused to leave.

The skin on your neck tingled where his fingers brushed your hair to the side, the fluoroscent light catching the metal acronym in a gleamy glow. KW.

The other guy‘s expression dropped as he put two and two together, spinning on his heels to approach someone else.

„You‘re so lame.“, you cooed, affection laced in every word.

GEUM SEONGJE

pulls you to sit on his lap

Ever since Seongje had lent you his Wii-U, he hadn’t seen the device anywhere besides your hands.

You couldn’t help it, the games were too good and the endless opportunities to play a 1v1 was just appealing to your competetive spirit.

You were enthralled in your game and Seongje barely paid attention to you, just pointing you a quick glance as he saw you standing right before the seat instead of just sitting down. (It was getting too heated — you had to stand to win).

As you let out a laugh, throwing your head back slightly, you re-gained his attention. He ripped his headphones down to his neck as he inspected your screen. He had assumed your airpods were due to listening to the soundtrack, not for chatting.

“Who-“, he cut himself — you couldn’t hear him either way.

He huffed, wrapping both hands around your hips to pull you down on his lap. You barely reacted, eyes locked on the tiny screen. He wrapped his hands around you and brought his ear next to you, trying to filter out a voice from the spill of soundtrack spilling out the buds. He couldn’t really make out any voices, except-. There. A laugh. Rich and loud. That one friend of yours.

He clicked his tongue, leaning back in his seat before returning his attention back on the game he forgot to pause.

NA BAEKJIN

death stare at whoever you’re talking with + physical barrier

You were scrolling Tiktok on Baekjin’s couch, casually sprawled onto the leather as you swiped to the next video, unwitting to the volume that was pulsing out of the speaker.

Baekjin fixed you with a stare, but merely shook his head as you kept scrolling, oblivious. Then the door snapped open and a few guys you couldn’t place spilled inside. Like it was your cue, you rose from your position and padded over to your boyfriend, putting your body behind his chair like it was shielding you from the encounter.

Whatever the guys wanted, was a matter of a few minutes and as soon as they left, you tucked your chin on Baekjin’s shoulder, placing a quick peck on the side of his face.

Back in the days he would jut his chin towards you or wave you over but over the time you had learned to distance yourself from anyone who came through that door.

With a stretch of your limbs you rose back up, heading for your usual spot, but your boyfriend grabbed your wrist to halt you in your step.

“Lower the volume.”

BAEK DONGHA

hand on your waist

There was a new food truck in your city, offering stuff you hadn’t seen outside your phone before, so naturally you had to try.

Dongha was on the phone beside you, discussing some union-related business, as it was your turn. You stepped up, placing your order and when you looked up and met a familiar face, you laughed. The vendor was a classmate of yours.

Dongha’s head whirled towards you, eyebrows knitted as his gaze darted from you to the uniformed guy.

Without further ado, he ranked one arm around you, hand digging into your hip as he continued the phone call, smiling proudly hence you didn’t even react to the possessive act.

DO SEONGMOK

hand in your front pocket

“He’ll be here any minute.”, you assured your boyfriend, earning a silent nod. Just as you lowered your arm, your phone’s screen lit up with a new notification.

“He’s here.” Your eyes were scanning the place, craning your neck to look past people, hoping to catch a glimpse of your friend.

A tap on your shoulder had you whirl into the opposite direction, lips split into a smile as you recognised the familiar face. He held his notebook to you with his arm stretched, but your fingers merely graced the paperback before a big hand slipped into the front pocket of your jeans.

Seongmok pulled you back against his chest with a light grab on your thigh, his fingers raising goosebumps across the same path as the cold seeped through the thin layer of cotton that seperated the denim from your skin.

He used his free hand to grab the notebook off your friend, nodding once as he held it to your chest for you to grab.

JEON YEONGBIN

head on your lap

Yeongbin was half asleep when you stumbled into your own room, doing a double take as you caught him sprawled on your sheets, face buried in your pillow.

„I can‘t give you attention, right now.“, you sneered. „I have a group project.“ Yeongbin groaned at that, lifting his head just enough to look at you.

„Invite them over.“

You didn‘t really see any reason as to not do it, preferring your home to any cafe.

Your project partners arrived shortly after and you immediately got to work. Yeongbin causally greeted the people he knew from shared classes or the hallway, but found himself irritated every time someone hogged your attention. In his mind they were feigning needing something.

You were sitting cross legged on your bed while the rest of the group had occupied a spot on your carpet, only one of them bold enough to sit in your chair, spinning around every once in a while.

Yeongbin was laying behind you, casually coming up behind you until he could nestle on your side, dipping his head to rest it on your thigh. Your hand found his hair immediately, fingers intertwined in his hair as you started to caress his scalp.

This way you wouldn’t stand up again.

YEONGI

making you crowd her space

You were sitting on your desk, casually chatting up a classmate when Yeongi returned from the bathroom. Her eyes narrowed immediately at the sight of you talking to someone else than her.

She stalked over to you in a few strides, coming to a halt right before you, but as your friend glanced at her in a confused matter, you kept taking, wrapping you legs around her torso as you pulled her back against your chest, tucking your chin on her shoulder.

The bell announced the end of the break and you all moved from your clusters to get back at your assigned seats. As you loosened your grip on your girlfriend, she turned to you with a scowl.

“Don’t talk to other people.”

“Leave me alone.”, you pressed through a chuckle, lightly kicking at her before sliding down the desk and heading for your chair.

genre hurt/comfort , baku x fem!reader   cw spoilers for weak hero class 2 (fic takes place sometime during ep 6) , injuries (cuts and bruises) , not proofread   wc 800   request yes   note there's no one more obsessed w ryeoun's big beautiful eyes than me i could post a gifset of baku later (i did make this gif just for the fic tho ejkfjkd)   net @kstrucknet

You don’t remember much before you blacked out. Union guys threatening you, some with weapons, some just with words. Na Baekjin asked you where Baku was. You wouldn’t tell him. Maybe you should have risked his safety to protect yours. He was physically stronger, a skill fighter, and smart in these kinds of situations. He would’ve handled it, like he always did. But he was pushed between a rock and a hard place, and you just wanted to give him a break for even one day.

LET ME: 고현탁

main masterlist navi kinktober masterlist

pairing. go hyuntak / alex go x f!reader

syn. trying something new with your lover, gotak — except he can't stop teasing you lol

an. MAKING LOVE WITH GO HYUNTAK SEND TWEET

cw. smut, 18+ mdni established relationship piv afab reader explicit language praise hes such a tease omg he pisses me off but still #needthat not proof read degrading.. a bit.. heh.. he cuffs u :3 hehe

playing. no sense by justin bieber

"i don't mind."

go hyuntak's face is telling. flushed cheeks, tips of his ears airbrushed with a red that makes your heart skip a few beats to be normal. you'd been play fighting — sounds of sheets rustling and giggles have now abruptly come to a stop, all because of a silly joke you made about the handcuffs you bought online for halloween.

they sit in a cardboard box, now torn open from none other than your lover.

he was going to be the prisoner, and you, a sexy cop. you should've known go hyuntak was into that kind of thing when his suggestion was a little too loud to be a joke.

you missed the slight smirk tugging at his lips when you pressed the check out button. hyuntak's glad you didn't catch the faint blush on his skin or the raging boner in his sweats, too.

"you mean. . . like, you wear the handcuffs?"

you look up at him with wide eyes, eyelashes fluttering so prettily while he keeps both your wrists pinned beside your ears. hyuntak breathes heavily, his chest rising and falling in quick succession as he catches his breath from tickling you just a minute ago.

"we can save the real thing for baku’s party," hyuntak mutters, leaning in close until his lips graze yours. he has that ridiculous look again — the one he gets when something you do completely disarms him. his eyes go unfocused, pupils blown wide, barely meeting yours because all he wants to do is kiss those pretty lips of yours. "we'll do a test run on you, mm? we can see how it works, or something."

"you're ridiculous, gotak," your mouth curls into a familiar smile that has butterflies eating away at your boyfriend's stomach. hyuntak almost goes weak, hearts in his eyes telling of all the love that begins to bubble under his skin.

you whimper when he finally presses his lips against yours, tongue swiping against your bottom lip as his way of asking for deeper access — hyuntak moans into the kiss, all saliva and tongues intertwining as warmth begins to bloom in his chest.

his hands move like they know you, because they very well do; they know where to press harder, pulling those sweet whimpers that his ears perk up at. his fingers know where just to graze, where to tease you just right so your body will involuntarily be pressing against his. it's a science, he thinks, and he has you memorised down to your core.

"you're hard," you speak between mouthfuls of him, voice coming out softer and much more needier than you intended. he wants to laugh at how you say it — as if you didn't know the effect you had on him, acting all shy with your voice just out of breath.

hyuntak takes a deep breath in after pulling away from the kiss. it earns a giggle from you, and he feels his heart almost explode at the sound of it. he watches your cheeks puff up as you smile up at him.

"you sure you wanna?" your boyfriend asks with fingers hooking under the hem of his hoodie. he pulls it off of him in one swift motion, and your breath hitches at the sight — in the warm, soft light of the morning sun, hyuntak's chiseled body seems to have a different kind of glow. "we. . . don't have to, if you don't want to."

although you can see the very obvious outline of his length pressing against his sweats, hyuntak remains shy and flustered, deathly afraid of making you uncomfortable.

he bundles the hoodie up before throwing it to the floor. his hand's pulling at the drawstring of his grey sweatpants to get it loose, but not enough to fall.

"i'd never say no to you," you reply. "i never have, hyun."

he almost fucking whimpers at the nickname. the way you say it — shit, the fact that it's you calling him that — it has his tip leaking and his jaw tensing, head dizzy with possibility flooding his mind.

an image of you squirming, handcuffed, wanting to touch him too but being physically unable to please him; it makes him feel fuzzy, heat spreading all over his body and making his tip leak pre.

hyuntak was always the type to put you first — your safety, your feelings, your thoughts, all before his own. he always found it endearing when you tried to do nice things for him, but truthfully, he wouldn’t mind if you just laid back and let him give you everything instead.

your loyalty and love were enough. your unmoving presence in his life, your hands in his, lips whispering promises of forever. the sex was just a bonus — hyuntak has spent more evenings with his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping nice and slow as he envisioned you laying on his sheets and taking everything he gave.

don't ride him, don't suck his cock. don't insist that you want to make him feel good. go hyuntak is perfectly content with his face buried between your thighs, your hands pulling at his locks as you moan his name so sweetly. if not that, his heart's swelling seeing you beneath him, eyes rolling back with every thrust of his hips as you press small kisses to his lips.

"i know, baby," he would mutter, low moans leaving his throat with every smack of wet skin. "f-fuck, yeah, let me make you feel good—my beautiful girl."

give everything up to him and he'll be sure to take care of it. take care of you.

the opportunity arrived at his doorstep on a saturday morning, tucked inside a cardboard box from amazon — a $10 pair of handcuffs. now, he’s fumbling to open them, fingers tearing through the plastic while you lie there: looking so pretty on his bed, expectant eyes following every flex and pull of muscle in his sculpted arms.

"you got it?" you giggle at his urgency, eyelashes batting at him as he finally gets the shiny metal things out of the packaging. hyuntak smiles at you, embarrassment evident on heavy breaths leaving his lungs as he inches closer to you.

"let me take these off for you," hyuntak suggests, long and big fingers pulling at your thin camisole to lift them over your head. he's lucky he remembered, else he wouldn't get to see all of you while he was busy fucking you, handcuffs and all preventing you from undressing mid act.

his breath hitches when he sees you fully, nipples hard from the cold air — you bite down on your bottom lip, your eyes watching his cock twitch in his pants.

"so damn pretty, my perfect girl—i can't believe you're mine."

your hands instinctively reach for the band of his sweats, wanting to pull them down for hyuntak. he's faster than you, though, because strong hands are gripping at your wrist and stopping them from touching him.

"let me make you feel good, [name]," he breathes shakily, and your shoulders shudder with chills that run down your spine. his voice sends your pulse into overdrive, causing that annoyingly warm feeling in your abdomen. "please."

hyuntak looks absolutely beautiful like this — hair tousled from your earlier antics, a flush blooming across his cheeks, lips parted as if he wants nothing more than for you to kiss him breathless.

"hyuntak. . ." you manage to whisper, before your lover crawls between your legs and has his cock pressing against the thin fabric of your panties, separated only by thick cotton. the wet patch on his pants combined with your slick-soaked panties makes him dizzy, the sounds comparable to wet glue rolling between fingers. "don't tease, please."

"sorry, baby," he pouts, genuine sympathy worn on his face before he reaches for the pair of handcuffs next to you. "i won't. promise."

you fall in love with him for the nth time, knowing he really means it.

it doesn't take long for go hyuntak to snap those handcuffs on your wrists. he doesn't care for his precum and your juices staining his pants — he pins your hands above your head, firm enough to remind you that escape isn’t an option when he's this needy. the moment he feels you relax beneath him, he goes weak, almost coming undone by the way your eyes go unfocused and your hips squirm.

"i don't even need to touch her," hyuntak's voice is smooth, making your stomach tighten in both anticipation and pure longing; you whine at his backhanded compliment, before you feel his stupidly thick finger prod at your clit. "she's already talking."

he traces your folds like he's exploring, as if he hasn't seen every piece of you that light could touch. you mewl when he pushes a finger in, momentarily, before he pulls it out slowly — you watch his eyes as he does so, pure fascination sparkling in those brown eyes of his.

"hyun. . . fuck, i t-told you not to tease!" you roll your eyes, breath catching in your throat when you see hyuntak pop his middle finger into his mouth, tongue swirling and licking the surface clean. "please—"

your heart pounds against your ribcage, each beat echoing louder with every passing second. his eyes blink slowly, that soft blush on his cheeks contrasting the intensity of the gaze he keeps locked on you.

"sorry," he chuckles, that subtle glint in his eyes from the morning soak of sun causing you to squeeze your thighs around his hips — it brings him closer to you, cock pressed firmly against your clit — it almost makes you moan out of pure frustration that he's prolonging this. hyuntak watches in amusement, grip on your wrists still tight as ever as he wriggles himself (somewhat) loose from your leg's grasp. "preview, y'know?"

you pout at the lack of contact. if you could, you'd glue go hyuntak to your body, right this moment.

his free hand pulls his sweats down by the band, briefs straining from his length trying to rip it's way out — a dark, wet patch stains his crotch area, and he hisses at the sensation of fabric brushing over his sensitive tip.

"h-hurry," you breathe, hips bucking against him as he sucks in his teeth at the sight of his own mess. "i want it."

"what do you want, baby?" hyuntak smiles, his free hand still working on getting his (now) seemingly tight briefs. his eyes stay locked on yours, unbroken gaze making you unable to breathe right; air leaves your lungs heavily under him. he smells so classically go hyuntak — warm and welcoming. "tell me, properly."

"want your cock, please," you mutter, "i want to touch you — please, let me touch you."

hyuntak tuts, head shaking in disapproval. "how could i let my pretty girl do that for me?"

he manages to get his briefs down to his knees just as the last word leaves his lips, and you swear all the air in your lungs dissipates as soon as you see his swollen, red tip leaking with pre-cum.

hyuntak leans back, widening the gap between the two of you. he lets a shaky exhale leave his lips as his free hand grips his cock — the hand that had you pinned now wandering down to your hips, pulling you closer to his own with minimal effort.

hyuntak strokes himself slowly, once or twice to work thick beads of pre all over his length. your hands remain above your head as hyuntak's thumb presses into the side of your waist, dark hair sticking to his forehead from how hot you have his body burning; he feels like electricity flows through his veins, every sensation and smell heightened — the scent of your shampoo from last night's shower, your sweat which thinly veils your neck.

you don't think you'll ever get used to the sight of hyuntak bare. his cock stands tall, twitching, familiar veins that branch into smaller ones running down the right side. the tip is flushed a pretty pink, glistening under morning sunlight like an erotic painting.

"you do so much for me already, [name]," he says, " can't be selfish."

those evenings you spent taking care of your boyfriend: the late nights cleaning his cuts, helping him shower when his knee was freshly fucked by that stupid union guy, making sure he took care of himself after he transitioned from taekwondo to basketball — he still remembers your stubborn voice telling him to take a break from sports, pretty lips nagging at him while he sat with his head in his hands.

go hyuntak couldn't think of a better way to thank you. your hands take care of him all too well — wholly believes it's time for them to rest.

"gotak. . . " you mumble as hyuntak's fingers hook around your panties, too gentle in fear of ripping the fabric. he knows these are your favourite. "i love you."

hyuntak's cock twitches at the words. you giggle, eyes widening at the immediate physical reaction that your lover doesn't seem to register — his lips parted, heavy breaths causing his shoulders to fall and rise at a faster rate — he drinks in the sight of you, too preoccupied to realise you were making fun of him.

"i love you more," hyuntak leans in to close the gap, wide body caving around you. his broad shoulders block the view of your ceiling, protecting you from the sunlight that seeps in through the curtains.

hyuntak's gaze is impenetrable. it makes you want to cover your face in embarrassment. triggers a rather beautiful memory, actually — the look on his face, pure awe almost identical to the first time he saw you naked. you remember hiding your face in your hands while he had your knees folded to your chest, his eyes never breaking away from you as you took peeks at him between your fingers.

you feel hyuntak's stupidly thick cock aligning at your entrance. you're not the same girl as that night; you watch his expression in curiosity, while his eyes are looking down to where you two are about meet — he feels you fully: warm, wet, sticky. you wanted this as much as he did, with your thighs wrapped around his waist like it never learnt how to let go.

"so perfect. . . " hyuntak mutters as he begins to sink into you, his breath hitching when he feels your walls fluttering around him. it sucks him in, he swears it does, with the way he whimpers so pathetically as he continues to stretch you out. "o-oh fuck,"

you could never get used to the stretch. you moan shamelessly, jaw hung as your hands struggle against the rims of your handcuffs — the sound of metal chains clinking as you squirm under him.

"h-hyuntak, too big," you whimper, tears beginning to prick at your eyes. hyuntak presses a loving kiss to your nose bridge, heart swelling with pride watching you fight so hard not to touch him. "p-please, need to touch you."

"nah," hyuntak murmurs, smile lines creasing in that way that makes you feel all fuzzy inside, his presence filling every corner of your slowly emptying mind. "you'll take what i give you, hm?"

you almost see stars when he buries himself to the hilt. your nails are digging into your palm, threatening to draw blood with any excess pressure. your hands remain above your head while hyuntak's explores every curve of your body with intent; you moan as his left hand squeezes your tit, right palm planted onto the mattress to keep him from falling on top of you. his breath fans against your skin while there's warmth blooming all over from where you two connect — it doesn't help that he's balls deep inside of your cunt, either.

you moan when he angles his hips just right, swollen tip putting delicious pressure on that spot deep inside of you.

"sooo fucking perfect," a chuckle leaves his lips, purposefully dragging his words. "prettiest girl ever."

he retracts his hips slowly, muscles in his jaw tensing as his lips remain slightly parted to draw in long, deep breaths of air — hyuntak had forgotten how good you felt after so long, weeks of practice keeping him away from something as beautiful as you... he swears he’ll have to personally beat up everyone on the team for that.

it doesn't take long for hyuntak to start fucking into you nice and slow, deep strokes hitting every spot that he knew had your eyes rolling back. it's intimate on an entirely different level: the warmth of your bodies pressed against each other, soft moans that he's (still) embarrassed to admit he makes — those pretty brown eyes of his that watch every face you make in pure awe.

"h-hyuntak, please, i want a kiss." you whimper. the sounds of wet skin meeting echoes through the room, almost drowning you out. "pleasepleaseplease,"

“come give me one, then,” hyuntak teases, widening the space between you with deliberate cruelty. he angles himself just far enough to stay out of reach, eyes glinting with that rare, wicked amusement. humiliation stings at your waterline, tears threatening to spill as your hands strain above your head — you couldn’t possibly lift yourself like this, and go hyuntak knew it.

"hyuntaaak," you whine. every thrust of his hips knocking the wind out of your lungs; it is simply ridiculous how large he is in comparison to your cunt. just ludicrous how he's taking pleasure in teasing you. "s-so mean."

"so cute."

hyuntak smiles cheekily before he's bending forward to press a loving kiss to your lips. he gives in too easily, but you do, too: the sound you let out is out-right mortifying — a high pitched moan from feeling his stupidly thick cock nudging your cervix, combined with his soft lips that you almost melt into.

hyuntak pulls away from the kiss, his lips now peppering kisses along your jaw and the skin under your ear — his tongue presses flat against you, causing you to lean your head back to grant him easier access. he ruts into you a little faster, pace starting to get sloppy with a deliberate kind of force that screams 'i'm so close'.

his heavy breaths make the hair on the back of your neck stand. pornographic moans slip past your lips: music to hyuntak's ears.

he laps at your neck, sucking at the skin as you buck your hips towards him. you hear a groan from him with every motion of your sweet hips meeting his, the only effort you could afford to make with your hands literally tied. your feet are planted flat against the bed, thighs twitching from how hard this actually proved to be — still, the sheer high from hyuntak's body rocking into yours overpowers any thought of tiredness.

"hyuntak, oh f-fuck. . ." you breathe. you feel his nose nuzzling against your throat, like a needy puppy who can't get enough of it's owner. you hear hyuntak's moans get all high pitched and whiny, and his breathing is starting to become short and uncontrolled. "wanna cum, please—please make me cum."

"y-yeah baby, i'll make you cum," hyuntak groans, his palms pressing flat against the mattress to support his weight. you're caged underneath him, his hair falling over his face so beautifully it's unfair. "just lay there—fuck, taking me so well."

his pace falters, hips beginning to stutter involuntarily as his face contorts to one of pure pleasure. his jaw hangs low, eyebrows knit together, sweat running down his temple in beads — the muscles in his arms are tense, rock hard from how he's trying to hold himself together and not collapse on top of you.

"o-oh fuuuck, [name]," his voice makes your stomach tighten, velvet smooth with desire and intimacy; you're afraid of how hard you'll cum when go hyuntak's fucking you like this. slow, romantic, like there's no better place to be in life. "my baby wants to cum? she close?"

you can barely respond. your mind is blank except for the sounds of lewd squelching that bounce around your skull, so you're settling for frantic nodding as your hips attempt to keep up with his now relentless pace.

"gonna cum, hyuntak," you manage to say. his heart pounds in his chest at the sight of your wrecked face, a red ring around your wrists from the struggle of being cuffed — tears line your eyes, eyebrows furrowed in frustration — you listened to him so well, never tried to touch him once; it makes his chest swell with a new found pride, and his cock twitch embarrasingly hard. "o-oh my fucking god, gonna cum—!"

"cum for me," hyuntak's hips are slamming into you with even more force. your gummy walls suck him right back in with every pull of his pelvis, like his own personal vacuum. "cum all over my cock, baby."

his nerves on fire, ears picking up every faint sound that you make. he witnesses you come undone, your face twisting into a familiar sight that he's seen millions of times before — it crashes into you like a large wave, invisible ropes inside your core snapping so hard that you genuinely believed you would pass out then and there.

"fuuuuck, hyuntak—!"

go hyuntak always seemed to have that effect: orgasms that left you a dumb, babbling mess. exactly what you turned out to be as hyuntak chases his own high, dick continuing to drag against your walls as you coat his length in juices — he fucks you through your orgasm, an endearing smirk on his face as he watches you fight the overstimulation.

"my good girl," hyuntak pants, "always so good to me, f-fuck—gonna cream this pussy in return."

you bite down hard on your bottom lip, thighs locked from the high you were too busy coming down from; he doesn't mind, though. hyuntak thinks you're prettiest when you don't try — just laying there, enjoying everything he's working hard to give.

hyuntak feels your walls pulse around him so hard that he thinks he'll go crazy. his mind begins to blank out, brain full of the sounds of his cock drilling into you — combined with the wet sounds of skin — you're drenched, and so is he.

"please, hyun," you babble, barely coherent, eyes almost crossing. fucked stupid.

with one final thrust of his hips, hyuntak's burying his cock deep inside of you. he's quick to let his lips crash into yours, low moans muffled by your tongue swirling around his. your walls flutter around him and squeeze him tight, almost as if they knew not to let go of the man on top of you — you feel your stomach infest with butterflies, heart banging against your ribcage as hyuntak empties himself into you in warm spurts.

"f-fuck, [name]," hyuntak groans between kisses as he flushes his chest against yours, the weight of him sinking down on you. "oh my god, baby. . ."

the room falls quiet for a few beats, broken only by the sound of ragged breaths. hyuntak reaches up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with trembling fingers. you swallow hard, the small gesture somehow louder than words.

your heart beats violently in your chest — you’re sure he could feel it if he tried, but hyuntak’s too lost in the rush of his own pulse, too consumed by the dizzying high he just had to really focus on that.

"should’ve done this handcuff thing sooner," he laughs, eyes crinkling as his grin stretches wide. you roll your eyes, landing a weak smack to his shoulder. his face contorts to one of faux pain, like you’d wounded him, while groaning theatrically.

"you’re impossible, gotak," you mutter, trying to fight the smile tugging at your lips.

"says the one who was practically screaming 'hyuntaaaak,'" he sing-songs, leaning in until his nose brushes yours. "so cute. my little hypocrite."

"i’m breaking up with you. right now."

hyuntak gasps, eyes widening in mock betrayal. "you wouldn’t!" he clutches his chest for added effect, a pout forming that’s way too convincing for his own good.

impossible indeed.

this is late af But whateverrsssss

pairing: baku x reader

Warning: none, just straight up fluff

word count: 1,150

a/n: the long waited part 2 is here (its been like 2 days). anyways hes so cute oml 😭<3

pt1 // pt2

pairings. Yeon Sieun. Ahn Suho. Oh Beomseok. Park Humin. Go Hyuntak. Kang Wooyoung. Geum Seongje. Na Baekjin. Baek Dongha. Do Seongmok. Jeon Yeongbin. Yeongi. Jeon Seokdae (omg new character) x reader

wc. tbe

genre./ contains. pre-dating. no warnings. FLUFF. everyone is whipped

note. back with my huzz (my laptop)

❀ YEON SIEUN

annotates your notes when you’re studying together

You were in the library together, your face almost even with the table, but Sieun wasn't commenting on it yet. The soft scribble of your pen against the paper in front of you was soothing, lulling you in like a sleep lullaby and you were getting drowsy.

dating their enemies | whc boys as reader's salty brothers

featuring : Yeon Sieun, Ahn Suho, Oh Beomseok, Park Humin, Go Hyuntak, Kang Wooyoung, Geum Seongje, Na Baekjin, Yeongbin

genre: fluff, wc: 815

a/n: English isn't my first language so pls bear with any grammar mistakes (the gradient is so cute I love the color!)

@anon: dw I write about anything

͙͘͡★ YEON SIEUN

- dating: Yeongbin

- just stares at you with wide eyes when he finds out

- genuinely deer caught in the headlights cause he doesn’t know what to do

- at the end of the day it’s your life and he knows that but he’ll try to make you see it yourself

- would go to Youngbin and ask him to leave you alone, but obviously that's not gonna do much so he'll try you next

- sits you down and explains to you point for point why it’s a bad idea

͙͘͡★ AHN SUHO

- dating: Kang Wooyoung

- “naaah.” And drags you away from him

- demands to speak to Wooyoung, hands in his pockets, dangerous smile on his lips “the adults are talking right now, go wait in your room.” and for some reason you comply, the expression in his face telling you not to test his patience today

- won’t tell grandma because he doesn’t want to stress her out

- "aren't you a little young for dating anyway?"

- will get Youngi on his side as well and ask her to persuade you how terrible the idea of dating Wooyoung is and trust she'll succeed

͙͘͡★ OH BEOMSEOK

- dating: Yeongbin

- the betrayal

- sucks at communication so he’ll probably expect you to put one and one together yourself

- he'll sulk and hurt in silence until someone (no one in your family) picks up on it and asks him right away

- at the end of the day it's probably Sieun that comes to talk to you, Suho in tow and he'll assure you that Beomseok didn't put them up to this but you wouldn't wanna date his tormentor anyways

͙͘͡★ PARK HUMIN (BAKU)

- dating: Na Baekjin

- his anger isn’t loud, it’s the resentment he bears in his eyes that make your cheeks burn red in shame

- he swears that he only does this for your own safety and that you can’t trust that guy

- if he happens to catch you red handed, he’ll drag you away by your arm, applying a little more pressure than necessary

- actually sees it as his job to keep you safe so being rebellious and sneaking out is a hard task with a brother like him

͙͘͡★ GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)

- dating: Geum Seongje

- “you’re dating criminals now?”

- he would deadass lock you in your room, make you think about what you’re doing

- calls Baku to ask him about his opinion “Yeah, I just locked her in.”, he’d confess, key still clutched in his clammy hand. “I don’t know, I panicked.”

- such a hothead, he’d walk up and down his room, thinking about snitching to your parents but he doesn’t want to fuck up your bond so he’ll just take matters into his own hands

- would find Seongje for a chat and let it escalate into a fight quickly

- you’d try to sneak out whenever you’re having a date but Seongje makes sure your brother knows, blaring the honk when he’s arrived, sending him quick pictures when you’re out eating "guess who's joining me today." / "look who I've stumbled upon."

͙͘͡★ KANG WOOYOUNG

- dating: Ahn Suho/ Yeon Sieun

- he’d hit you, not hard, but a slap against the back of your head

- “Why you always giving me a headache."

- walking you to school and picking you up

- would fling his charm and make one of your friends confess whether you're still seeing him

- up for a fight from the moment he learns who you're seeing

͙͘͡★ GEUM SEONGJE

- dating: Go Hyuntak

- “want me to fuck up his other knee?”

- deadass sends his minions to go find him

- doesn't hit you, but the glare he meets you with promises to make bruises bloom across your skin

- actually installs a tracking app on your phone and makes his people give him live updates about your whereabouts and who you're hanging out with

͙͘͡★ NA BAEKJIN

- dating: Park Humin

now that should be him

- rounds up some guys to go mess with Baku’s life, whether it’s threatening Gotak or Humin’s dad, he’ll make sure to get the message across: Stay away from her

- glares you down and simply forbids you from seeing him “You can’t just keep me from seeing him, you’re not my dad.”, you’d argue, but it’d fall on deaf ears since you guys are all you have being orphans

- you’re never walking anywhere alone again, he’s making sure you’re meeting your girls only when you say that’s where you’re going

͙͘͡★ YEONGBIN

- dating: Yeon Sieun

- he’d be sooo pissed

- he’s a guy who gets hit by his sisters for sure so he’ll take it out on Sieun instead, bullying him in school and just try to make the boy associate only negative stuff with you

-> he'll actually make you break up with Sieun because you're scared that he'll torment him too much if you keep this up

- would offer you one of his friends instead, then think about it and take the proposition back

pairings: Yeon Sieun x gn!reader, Ahn Suho x gn!reader, Oh Beomsoek x gn!reader, Park Humin x gn!reader, Go Hyuntak x gn!reader, Kang Wooyoung x gn!reader, Geum Seongje x gn!reader, Na Baekjin x gn!reader, Jeon Yeongbin x gn!reader

wc: 703 genre: fluff

synopsis: what cars would they want to drive, what cars do they end up driving and what’s their etiquettes

a/n : English isn‘t my first Language so pls bear w any grammar mistakes also my laziest post ever haha

⚠︎ YEON SIEUN

- what he'd want : beetle (he’d love a two seater so that he’ll never have to drive someone around— and this way no one can sneak their way into your date night)

-would drive: his parents got him a squeaky Audi

- he‘ll audibly groan when someone tries to invite themselves to Date Nights or asks for a lift

- never uses the blare and will glare at everyone who dares to push it whenever he refuses to

⚠︎ AHN SUHO

- what he'd want: Yamaha, red

- would drive: a delivery mofa but you’d never hear him complain

“does its job. That’s all it’s supposed to do.”

- somehow fits three people on his bike, but he doesn’t give into any worries cause he has one helmet his friends can take turns using

- always picking you up especially if it‘s getting late

⚠︎ OH BEOMSEOK

- what he'd want : ferrari

-would drive: his dad got him a Genesis cause he needs to hold up that prestige, can‘t have his son drive around in anything less flashy (but couldn‘t care enough to get him something he wanted either)

- he‘d park before your place super quietly and ring the bell once, waiting for you to come out with his back straight and flowers awaiting you

⚠︎ PARK HUMIN (BAKU)

- what he'd want : G Wagon

- would drive: Pick Up

- enough space for all his friends

- uses the honk when he’s picking you up, but not in a mannerless manner, no, he’ll blare the honk, get out of the car and wait in front of your door

(instead of using the door bell, but don‘t worry— he will knock obnoxiously hard against the door if that thing doesn’t spring open within a minute of him standing there)

⚠︎ GO HYUNTAK (GOTAK)

- what he'd want : Audi

- would drive: his mom’s old volvo/ honda

- got his license the second he could

- abuses the fuck out of that honk

- won’t accept the term “soccer mom car” and will only unlock the door once you’ve apologised

“Yeah. Yeah. Let’s see your car.”

- Do not road rage against him— he won’t hesitate to make everyone crash into a tree

⚠︎ KANG WOOYOUNG

- what he'd want : cabrio, nissan (ever since Fast & Furious that’s his go to)

- has a shoe box filled with speeding tickets he refuses to pay

- got a driving Suspension for raising his middle finger towards the speed trap he swears he didn’t even see

- would pick you up, not get out of the car tho— he‘d text you he‘s arrived once and then scrolls on his phone until you‘ve made it to the passenger seat

Wooyoung car smut next? Yes or no?

⚠︎ GEUM SEONGJE

- what he'd want : mercedes benz

(has a collection of stars his minions bring him every other day like cats would bring their people dead birds)

- “why did you steal this.” They just shrug their shoulders in unison

- doesn’t know what to do with them and makes the boys sell them online

- drives way too close to bicyclists and scares the shit out of them

- would leave you in the middle of the road for pissing him off and then drive all the way back in search of you cause he’s worried that you got kidnapped hitch hiking or run over by a car

⚠︎ NA BAEKJIN

-what he'd want : rolls royce

- black elegance

- could do a rolls royce if he really wanted to but keeps it on the low

-would drive:mercedes benz, limousine -> black

- doesn’t tell you when he’s arrived, expects you to sense his car and come out without ringing your bell or knocking on the door — would just drive off if you took too long

⚠︎ JEON YEONGBIN

- he drives whatever car he wants to

- what he'd want: could do ferrari but prefers a porsche

- would always steal his mom’s keys and drive the tires of her car flat and when she confronts him about it, he’s like “I swear it wasn’t me.” meanwhile the whole interior smells like his aftershave

- takes his whole friend group on sprees and violates the speed limit like it’s an olympic category he’s trying to score gold in

- could change his tires himself cause he knows how to but doesn’t see why he’ll have to so he’d just call someone over

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baby fever | Park Humin x gn!reader

pairing: dad!park humin x parent!reader

wc: 1.4k genre: slice of life, fluff

warnings: mentions of pregnancy (not really much plot with it tho)

a/n: English isn't my first language but I didn't find any grammar mistakes soooo

@anon: first off, we as a society decided that Humin would have a breeding kink— I did not make that up plus I despise the pregnancy trope but this is lowkey cute so (also I didn’t name the baby cause that’s not my decision to make)

You knew that unprotected sex would eventually lead to pregnancy. You were aware that your mountain of a boyfriend did his best to keep you from using condoms because he loved the idea of you carrying his child.

Somehow, though, looking at the piece of plastic between your fingers, trailing that aggressively red mark that lined the display, you refused to comprehend.

“This is not real.”, you assured yourself, rereading the back of the packaging for what felt like the hundredth time.

Two lines means pregnant.

Yeah, there’s no way to misinterpret that. Somehow the tiles beneath your bare thighs grew colder, frowsy, making you shiver in more than just the morning cold. You had to tell someone.

Your parents wouldn’t make a big fuss about it, after all you were almost done with uni and Humin was doing good with his basketball scholarship as well, his grades rather second rank yet not too bad ever since you were assigned as his tutor.

And sometimes he went to help out his dad in the restaurant as well, making money on those days. It wasn’t too bad, right?

Now you just had to break the news to him.

The wind kept snapping strands of your hair into your face, the rough facade of the gym biting dents into your skin. Small annoyances like these would usually leave you unfazed but the anticipation curled into your stomach like a fist, leaving your blood boiling.

A loud thud of the door opening had captured your attention and like on autopilot you approached Humin, watching him balance his phone between his lips while he fumbled with the zipper of his gym bag.

Like the first time you had laid eyes on him in that library across campus, only one thought crossed your mind: what an idiot.

His eyes lit up when he saw you and even though you were barely a meter away, he waved.

You couldn’t approach this slowly, so bandaid confession it was.

“I’m pregnant.”, you cooed, voice barely louder than a whisper.

Baku drew his eyebrows together, unsure if he’d heard you right. The second the words seemed to seep through the wheels spinning in his head, his eyes widened.

“It took?”, he roared, catching his phone without looking down as he grinned from ear to ear.

You exhaled, swatting at his chest as the words settled in.

“Don’t joke.”, you pleaded, a tension you hadn’t noticed slowly slipping off your shoulders and allowing you to breathe again.

Humin draped one of his huge arms around your shoulders, expression faltering to something more serious.

“You wanna keep it?”

You shrugged, then feigned thinking about it like you hadn't weighed the pros and cons all morning and nodded. He kissed your temple.

“Then stop worrying. We’ll do just fine. I’ll make sure of it.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The kid was growing heavy in your arms, the tiny hiccups of whining emitting from her not really helping either.

“Calm down.”, you tried to soothe her, rocking her back and forth like Humin would always do, but it was in vain, she just started flapping her arms instead, making your heart leap out your chest as you barely caught your grip to prevent her from colliding with the ground.

Tightening your clasp around her, you hurried your steps, eyes widening as the outline of the college gym finally came into your vision.

The loud bustle of voices mixing ascended from the entrance, growing eruptive as the door pushed open. Humin was dressed in casual wear, gym bag slung around his shoulder as he held the door open for the rest of his team to stumble through, enthralled in a story he was telling.

It was something you couldn’t explain but at the sound of her father’s voice, her little head snapped up, nonsense bubbling from her as she reached for him through your arms.

Humin spun on his heels, eyes wide as he noticed you both. In one step he was with you, placing a peck on your cheek before grabbing the kid off you, pressing a kiss into her hair before tossing her in the air, catching her effortlessly.

Even though your heart leapt at that, you couldn’t deny the effect, her sobs replaced through bubbly laughs.

Hyuntak who had walked next to Humin then waved at her, waiting for his friend to hold her still before pinching her cheeks with a smile that left dimples engraved in his own. In response the girl erupted in squeaky giggles.

The corners of your mouth twitched as you watched the familiar scene unfold before you.

“She’s so in love with you.”, you joked, caressing the little strands of hair that started to get thicker on her tiny head.

Hyuntak shrugged his shoulders in an excessive manner as he nodded along.

“She’s so young and already knows what’s up. How is it even possible she’s yours?”, he then teased Humin, earning a glare from his friend.

“You’re lucky I’m holding a baby.”

“I know.”, Hyuntak chuckled, wiggling his fingers in goodbye before heading for his car.

As you and Humin started walking home as well, you stretched your arms, sore from carrying the wiggly baby all the way. “She kept crying until we got here.”, you told him.

His head snapped towards you and then right to the kid, checking for any signs of uneasiness.

“Is she sick?”, he asked, voice dripping in worry. You shook your head. “No.”, trailing as you watched his enormous hand basically cover her entire face while he held the back of his hand on her forehead.

“Do you even know what you’re checking?”

“Shhh.”, he cooed, removing the huge hand from the babie’s forehead before slapping it on yours, probably aiming to make out the difference in heat.

“That’s not how that works.”

He just chuckled, resettling the kid to sit basically on his biceps while he held her back with a stretched hand. You almsot giggled at how ridiculous the difference in size looked but the laugh caught in your throat as your feet left the ground.

You shrieked, but Humin didn’t care as he heaved you on his back, holding your leg until you tightened the hold of your knees against his ribs. While you rested your head in the crook of Humin’s neck, you smiled against his skin, watching the baby drowse into sleep in her dad’s hold.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Washed up and rubbing the stray wetness out your hairstrands, you walked into your shared bedroom, stopping short as you noticed the lack of mass in Humin’s side of the bed. Sighing, you tossed the towel into your laundry basket and crossed the floor to the adjoining room.

An array of colorful items and decorations smiled at you as you walked through the strings of beads dangling off the doorless frame, chuckling at the sight that awaited you.

On her back, with a pacifier wiggling with every of her shallow breaths, laid your daughter, the huge blanket covering her up to her stomach— an old one that you had used to shreds during your pregnancy.

Next to her, the reason she wasn’t lying in her crib, but on the slim bed you had occupied during bonding time, scared to leave her side for even a second before you started sleeping in the room next door.

With his head on a makeshift pillow (a blanket over his biceps), he laid there, droopy eyes fixed on his daughter while he ran one finger along her puffy cheek, poking the squishy fat without starting her awake.

With your arms crossed before your chest, you scoffed.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep.”, you reminded him in a whisper.

He didn’t even startle at your presence, keeping still as he repsonded.

“I wasn’t-“

“You’ll crush her.”, you continued, stalking closer to lightly slap his back.

“I wasn’t gonna fall asleep.”, he repeated, chuckling as you tried to drag him off the mattress in vain. “You’re waking her.”

You stopped abruptly, faint memories of a crying baby fogging your mind. You wanted to play with her and woke her up a few months ago— the type of mistake you only make once.

Humin wiggled his brows at you as he looked over his shoulder to take in your face expression.

Carefully you went over to the other side, sliding your hands under the tiny body before lifting her up, setting her down into her bed with the delicacy like you were handling porcellain.

As you turned around, Humin’s lips were curled into a smile, eyes sparkling in awe as he looked at you.

“What?”, you asked through a shoulder shrug, biting your lip to keep quiet as he pulled you on the mattress next to him.

“Let’s sleep here tonight.”, he proposed, draping a heavy arm around your chest to make you immobile.

“She’s not sick, though.”, you argued, earning a scoff from Humin. “Yeah, she is.”

You didn’t argue back, letting him drape the blanket over you both as you barley fit into the bed together, snuggling up into each other until you fell asleep to one another’s heartbeat.

a/n: this is sooo cheesy, I think I just fell in love with this character all over again