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sfw : suggestive at the end : general : established relationship.
the type of boyfriend to genuinely love you. no mind games, it’s really obvious that you matter to him.
big on trust. he wants you to trust him as much as he trusts you. if you betray him even once, he will never forget it.
public pda: sure, but nothing extravagant. he’s okay with hand holding, soft kisses, long hugs — but make sure to make out in private, otherwise he’ll explode with embarrassment.
the type of boyfriend who has to bring you at least something small every time you go on a date. it starts with huge gifts, but when you’re dating for a while, it ends up something small you love. it’s his way of showing you how much he thinks about you.
calls you his “ lucky charm “ when you attend one of his matches.
if you appear out of nowhere at a match, this man wouldn’t stop smiling! you’re his biggest motivation.
if you’re also interested in matrial arts or generaly just like the sport, he won’t hesitate to teach you some basics!
loves to spend time with you a lot, especially when you get to be alone and do nothing. it’s really calming for him.
both big and small spoon. big spoon when he’s feeling protective or wants to comfort you - it’s a go to position, but he also adores when he gets to lay down on top of you, his head on your chest as you play with his hair or scratch his back.
feels sorry if you have to patch his injuries up, even if you insist. in his eyes, you don’t need to see him struggle.
the type of boyfriend to have his smile widen everytime someone asks about you. i feel like he’d lose himself in his thoughts while talking about how amazing you are sometimes.
his kisses might be a bit hesitant at the beginning of your relationship, because he still wants to make sure that he’s doing this right. later on, his kisses would be soft and addictive. where did he learn that..??
his mom adores you with her whole heart. you couldn’t even introduce yourself properly before his mother basically welcomed you in with her loving nature.
also, she already knows everything about you from her son.
extra points if you get along with woojin. it warms his heart how you just belong everywhere.
suggestive below !!!
in bed, he would always put your pleasure over his. wants to make sure that you’re the one satisfied, even if he didn’t recieve enough.
so so soft spoken: will talk you trough it in a way that feels like he’s reassuring himself that he’s doing okay.
his favorite position: probably any that allows him to see your face. he just finds you really pretty, especially during sex.
always a bit hesitant in the beginning, but trust me when he gets the hang of it, you will never be unsatisfied ever again.
the type to whimper, combined with heavy breathing.
his hands never leave your body, he just loves to be in contact with you.
#DIVIDERCREDITS : @/chrisssiren
my first time writing smut… ugh i’m such a geek. (⇀ˬ↼‶) also yes hello i’m not dead and i’m still able to write. although, please don’t request any smut yet, i only tried to extend my writing skills. tysm! ❤️
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will you completely stop writing fics or will you only stop writing for whc? im gonna miss you so much this was one of my fave blogs 🥺
nonono!! don’t mistake it for ending my work, i’m just taking a break from writing to gain back some ideas so i can write about whc again :) dw sweetheart💗
i’ve been thinking a lot recently and came to the conclusion that i can’t find any motivation to write whatsoever. i’m not reasoning it with nonsense, it’s just that weak hero isn’t something i’m hyperfixated on to anymore.
i, of course, will try to finish the requests as soon as i can. but just so you know, i will be taking a break for a while. i hope you understand, thanks for the support either way.
ps: please stop sending me requests, they’re closed. <3
just finished bloodhounds season 2… should i make something up with my boys? (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) (doesn’t mean i’ll be posting them often! thinking of something small to do)
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general sfw boyfriend headcanons for kang wooyoung.
genre: fluff | word count: 0.3k
warnings: none
author’s note: tysm for 600 followers!💗 lmk if i did well on him, since it’s my first time writing for wooyoung.
friend!wooyoung who denied his feelings for you in every way possible until he just gave up.
bf!wooyoung who would love to see your embarrassed face anytime he says something teasing.
bf!wooyoung who wears your hairtie around his wrist to let others know he’s off limits. it also gives him a bit of ego.
bf!wooyoung who would teach you how to box - he secretly loves seeing you mess up.
bf!wooyoung who loves to have you anywhere with him. even if you two sit in quiet, he somehow feels content.
bf!wooyoung who would purposely hurt his knuckles just for you to fix them up for him.
bf!wooyoung who foreshadows his relationship with you on streams, but never actually shows your face.
bf!wooyoung who would actually smoke less around you.
bf!wooyoung who loves to be the dominant one in the relationship. not even in a sexual way, he just loves to have that power and the knowledge of how to protect you.
bf!wooyoung who would be into subtle pda. holding hands, standing close, etc. BUT will love to have you in his lap.
bf!wooyoung who would wear a necklace with your initial on his matches as a good luck charm.
bf!wooyoung who surprisingly has a big knowledge about relationships and knows how to act right, even if he’s sometimes too immature.
bf!wooyoung who would take days to apologise first after an argument. will only do it because he can’t bare the silence from you.
bf!wooyoung who would love to have you beside him at the club so he can show off with you.
bf!wooyoung who would post soft launches with you on his instagram story.
bf!wooyoung who would actually forget anniversaries, but makes it worth it in the end.
bf!wooyoung who would get quiet when jealous, thinking about how pathetic the other guy is.
bf!wooyoung who does not think about marriage or children so quickly. in his eyes, you both have still so much time to actually enjoy life before it becomes serious.
bf!wooyoung who would actually be a bit scared of a serious relationship. but once he decides you’re the one, he fears nothing. <3
any kind of support or feedback is appreciated! check my profile to see if my inbox is open - if you’re interested <3
shoutout to the creator of this header, i do not remember the user.
Hiii I love your writing so muchhhh and I was wondering if you could do a headcannon of the whc guys reacting to the reader coming from a family who struggles with finances? Like she tried to hide it the best she could but they figure it out you know????
Hope you have a wonderful day!!!! <33
"Money doesn't buy love"
SUMMARY: How the Weak Hero Class boys react to their girlfriend coming from a family struggling with finance.
PAIRINGS: Yeon Sieun, Ahn Suho, Oh Beomseok, Park Humin, Go Hyuntak, Seo Juntae, Na Baekjin, Geum Seongje.
GENRE: Fluff, small angst for Beomseok and Gotak's part.
TW: Swearing, arguing.
WORD COUNT: 4.4 K.
NOTE: Gotak's part is the longest, Juntae, Baekjin and Seongje are shorter (especially Seongje), I hate how I wrote Baekjin, and this is lowkey rushed and shit but hey at least I'm posting ahah (please don't kill me).
Bro knows from day one you can’t hide anything from him. Seriously he won’t mention it if he feels it makes you uncomfortable, but he really doesn’t mind. He’s happy to pay for you and to help however he can—though he won’t step any boundaries if he senses you’re bothered in the slightest.
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“Aww this is so cute!”
You couldn’t hold back a small exclamation at the sight of a small stuffed animal—the kind that was all fluffy and wide-eyed but somehow costed more than your own organs. Okay, maybe not, but still—the price was ridiculous. Your boyfriend watched you quietly as you turned the small doll in your hands, grinning like a child.
“Do you want to buy it?”
You almost flinched at his voice, snapping you back to reality as you chuckled and quickly put the plushie away.
“Oh no.” You smiled, dismissing the offer a little too quick to be natural. “I’m fine, price’s a scandal.”
You chuckled before walking away quickly, keeping yourself busy with some other objects in the small shop—fighting not to look back at the doll every other second. It was stupid, you knew it was, but you really wanted that small stuffed toy.
Sieun noticed, because of course he did—he always noticed everything about you.
He kept quiet as he always did, because he knew you’d deny everything and keep it to your grave if you had to. Instead, he simply grabbed the plushie from the shelf and walked back towards you, holding it in his hands.
When you excitedly turned around to tell him something, you stopped yourself at the sight of the doll squeezed in his hand.
“Why do you have that?” You chuckled, sounding more awkward than anything. “Put it back, I told you I don’t need it.”
“But you want it.”
That made you stop. You did want it—but you were far from having enough money to excuse this, even as a one time thing. You couldn't just say that—admit a certain poverty your boyfriend probably already knew about anyway, but you were stubborn. Or scared.
“I’m fine.” You mumbled, turning around to look at anything other than him. But your boyfriend wasn’t having it.
His hand came up to gently grab your wrist and turn you around to face him.
“Hey. You don’t have to be ashamed.”
You looked up, finally managing to meet his eyes. You opened your mouth to explain yourself but he cut you off.
“I know. I don’t mind. Don’t worry about money with me, okay? If you want something, I can buy it.”
Your eyes widened and you shook your head quickly.
“No! I don’t want you to spend money on dumb things for meI—”
“It’s not dumb if it made you smile.” Sieun retorted quietly. “And this is about what I want. It’s my money right? I can buy what I want, and I want to buy you this plushie. Even if it’s lumpy and has weird eyes.”
You couldn't hold back a chuckle at that, fighting off the small blush creeping up to your cheeks. Unable to say anything, you simply hugged your boyfriend, kissing his cheek as his lips twitched upwards.
No amount of money mattered as long as he could have you like that.
— 𝐀𝐇𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐇𝐎
This man is in the same situation as you. Probably guesses easily but won’t mention it because he knows how it might feel. If you feel good enough to talk about it though, he listens quietly and nods along—not to be nice, though he is, but because he genuinely understands.
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You stood before your boyfriend’s front door, shivering from the cold night air. You’ve been to his house a few times already, met his grandma too, yet you couldn't free yourself from the knot twisting your stomach. You looked down on the small bouquet of flowers you held in your hands—truly the only thing you could afford. A few days back, you’d vaguely mentioned your financial struggles to your boyfriend and he insisted that you didn’t worry about that, that even though you knew he struggled with money too, he’d help you with anything you needed. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to come for dinner at his place with empty hands. You were about to knock again when the door finally opened.
“Hey babe.” Suho grinned from ear to ear, eyes sparkling at your sight. “Come on in, halmeoni’s waiting for you.”
You smiled back at him and walked in, your boyfriend closing the door behind you when a sudden yelp was heard.
“You’re finally here!”
You smiled and respectfully bowed as your boyfriend’s grandma walked to you before accepting her warm embrace, grinning against her shoulder. Ever since you two met, you’ve been like two long time besties—often ganging up on Suho to tease him as he glanced at you with mock betrayal in his eyes.
“I’m so happy to see you halmeoni.” You smiled, walking back from the small hug.
You kept a small smile on your face, the knot in your stomach tightening as you hesitantly handed her the bouquet, heat coming up to your cheeks. You had to clear your throat to be able to speak.
“Halmeoni.. I wanted to bring you something so…”
You tried not to look too much at the small bouquet, shame filling your chest at the sight of the few flowers, some wilted, their petals hanging off like they were herself ashamed of their poor appearance. Behind you, you could feel Suho’s presence—and you knew he was about to say something but his grandma acted before he could.
Carefully, like handling the most precious diamond, she grabbed the bouquet, observing it before meeting your eyes again, her smile so soft you swore you felt your heart melt.
“They’re beautiful sweetie.”
It was a lie, everyone knew it, but it eased your nerves. As she walked off to put them in a vase, you felt your boyfriend’s arm wrap around your waist.
“Told you not to bring anything.” He murmured, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.
“I couldn't just walk in empty-handed.” You quietly protested.
Your boyfriend glanced at you for a moment before speaking up again, his voice soft as ever.
“Yes you could have. I don’t care if you don’t have money, you’re my girlfriend and I love you. And you know halmeoni loves you even more than that, you don’t need to prove anything.” He chuckled but his smile was sincere. “Don’t ever feel pressured for this okay? I love you, nothing will change that.”
Your chest warmed at his words and the softest smile rested now on your lips. Slowly, Suho leaned in to kiss them tenderly before pulling back, smiling.
“Now com’on. Halmeoni made her best dishes for you.”
— 𝐎𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊
I’m so sorry I feel like he would not have a clue. If you told him about it though, he’d buy everything you could think of. Even if it means going against his father and risking a beating—this boy will do anything for you. Showers you in love and money like you’re his princess (you lowkey are).
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“Surprise!”
“Beomseok…”
Your boyfriend stood at your door, a wide smile he only truly dared exposing when with you. In his hands? The prettiest bouquet, your favorite chocolate, and that one perfume you eyed in a store ages ago but insisted you didn’t need. You sighed quietly at the sight but couldn’t help the corner of your lips from twitching upwards. Ever since you dared mention the possibility of your financial struggles, your boyfriend has been spoiling you any chances he got—and that was a lot.
“You need to stop spoiling me.” You quietly protested as you grabbed the bouquet from his hands, stepping aside so he could walk in.
“Why would I? I want to.” He simply smiled back, entering your house.
You pretended to roll your eyes to hide the way your cheeks flushed at your boyfriend’s words. Guiding him through your house, Beomseok sat on your couch while you put the flowers in a vase. The boy looked at you through the whole process, staring with a small dumb smile on his face like you hung the stars. Once you were done, you walked to sit on the couch beside him, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around your shoulders, sofltly rubbing the skin of your arm. A soft sigh of contentment escaped your lips as you slowly close your eyes—not dozing off, simply resting.
“You don’t have to do that, you know.”
The words, stuck on loop in your mind, finally leave your mouth after a small silence. Startled, Beomseok shifts his head to look at you.
“Do what?”
You look up to meet your boyfriend's gaze.
“Buying me things. Coming home with hundreds of gifts every time. I know I don’t have much money but I don’t need your pity.”
The words come out harsher than intented, making you wince, but you can’t apologize that your boyfriend is already speaking up.
“You think I’m pitying you?”
There’s a hint of hurt in his tone, and that’s what makes your chest ache. But he doesn’t snap, doesn’t break. For once, he seems.. calm. Confident.
“Don’t you get it? I buy you things because I want to. Because I like spoiling you, seeing the way you smile, or how your eyes sparkle each time you get something you really like.”
The air between you is thick—but it’s not tension, not really. Guilt claws at your heart as Beomseok slowly speaks his truth. You hold onto him a bit tighter as he keeps going.
“I do this because I love you. Not out of pity, not out of mockery—because I like you. And I want to do this. To make you smile.”
You're at a loss of words. What could you even answer to that? Your throat is tight and your eyes burn with tears you won’t spill. You hold it all in. Until your boyfriend leans in closer, just enough so his lips graze against the shell of your ear.
“I love you baby. Be as poor or rich as you want, I don’t care. What matters is you, and you only.”
You don’t know what got into your boyfriend to suddenly be so expressive—able to speak out his feelings without falling apart like he unfortunately so often did. Maybe seeing you on edge was enough to keep him tethered on one thing—making you feel better. Either way, it didn’t matter.
None did when he held you against him, and gently kissed away your sole tear running down your cheek.
— 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍
Same as Suho, he’s literally in the same situation. Won’t ever mean to but he might accidentally spill and tell his friends—not that they’d be mean about it. He doesn't think you have any reason to hide it anyway, because money doesn’t make you more or less valuable and he loves you the very same anyway.
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“Oh really? Okay!”
This had been your boyfriend’s reaction when you told him about your situation. It’s not that he didn’t care, he truly did, but he didn’t think it was that much of a deal for you. That you had to worry if your family would have enough to eat by the end of the month, or if you’d manage to pay the rent on time for once. You had enough to live, sure—you didn’t like considering yourself poor as long as you had a roof over your head anyway—, but money was just tight enough that you couldn’t carelessly eat out with your friends like normal teenagers.
Today was like any other day, you zoned out during a group hang out, wondering if your mom had eaten at lunch—she swore to you to stop skipping meals but you suspected she did behind your back—, when warmth embraced you from behind. Your boyfriend, with that same wide grin he always wore, murmured in your ear, his breath tickling the shell of it.
“Lost in your pretty head?”
You rolled your eyes at his horrible attempt at flirting and shrugged him off as he laughed, your lips twitching.
“Pushing me away? Is this how we end?” Baku dramatically gasped, clutching his heart.
You couldn’t hold back a chuckle and your boyfriend’s eyes lit up at the sound, his lips stretching impossibly wide as he pulled you into a tight hug again, not letting go this time.
“That’s what I wanna hear!” He beamed like an idiot, making you laugh again as you struggled playfully in his grip while he spun you around.
When the both of you calmed down, you could feel Baku’s hold turning gentle as he murmured in your ear again.
“Is everything alright?” His tone carried the hint of worry he’d hidden the moment he noticed you zoning out. “You seemed out of it.”
You kept quiet for a moment, leaning back against your boyfriend’s chest as you shrugged.
“Just worried.” You mumbled back, your eyes locking in the void again, as if seeing things only you could.
“Is it because of money?”
You turned to him, eyes widening a little. You didn’t expect him to guess, even less on the first try.
“Is it that obvious?” You couldn’t stop a light chuckle from escaping your lips—trying to untie the knot forming in your throat rather than actual amusement. Your boyfriend only smiled back, that soft, sincere smile few people knew him.
“You always do that little frown when you think of it.” He simple answered, like he always knew, always noticed.
Your heart clenched but he kept going.
“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t care last time. I swear I do.” Baku leaned a little closer, gently grabbing your hands. “I didn’t really think… it hurt you that much. And I don’t want you to hurt.”
It’s only when your boyfriend softly wiped a tear off your cheek that you noticed you’d been crying.
“I love you.” He muttered, gently pressing his forehead against yours. “No amount of money is gonna change that. Ever.”
You chuckled, a strangled sound escaping you throat as you nodded against him. Baku only pulled you back into his embrace holding you softly.
Nothing else mattered then.
— 𝐆𝐎 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐊
He’d notice little things but doesn’t think much of it—I feel like he’d might get the wrong idea and gets frustrated so you have to explain everything to him. He’ll end up apologizing quietly and reassuring you that money has nothing to do with your relationship.
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Gotak didn’t always say what he thought. Though he was hot-headed, a bit reckless sometimes, he never wanted to be like that. Not with you. He didn’t want to mention each time you refused to buy something for yourself, not in the playful way but in that serious and quiet tone. But he noticed. And he wanted to understand. So today, he wasn’t letting go, no matter how far it went. Because he so genuinely wanted—no, needed to know.
“Look at this.” Your eyes widened at the sight of a cute plushie your boyfriend handed to you. “Do you wanna buy it?”
The question seemed innocent, genuine, but your boyfriend’s eyes were fixed on yours—waiting, apprehending an answer he already knew. It was like the toy was made for you—you loved the texture, the colors were your favorite, Gotak knew all that. You had no reason to refuse it. And yet.
“Ah, well… I don’t really need it.”
You smiled at him, averting your gaze from the plushie as if it burned you. You always did that when you wanted to avoid a subject, Gotak noticed that too. Usually, he took the hint and simply smiled, moving on so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. But not today.
“Why not?” he retorted. “You don’t have to need it to buy it.”
You met your boyfriend’s gaze with wide eyes, confused for a moment. It wasn’t like him to push something like this. Not with that oh too certain look in his eyes, like he knew something instead of simply not getting the hint. Could he possibly be getting angry over this? Why would he?
“I.. I just don’t wanna buy it.” You frowned. “It’s not that deep—”
“Isn’t it though?” Gotak cut you off, his burning eyes meeting head on with yours.
That’s when you were certain—this wasn’t about the plushie anymore.
“Gotak—”
“You never buy anything for yourself.” Your boyfriend cut you off again, losing his temper. “You’re always finding excuses, like treating yourself from times to times is a crime. And you won't even let me offer you those things either! It’s like you can’t accept to be gifted something!”
You kept quiet through his whole outburst. This was different from his usual annoyance—this time it felt like… he was getting angry at you on your behalf?
“I just don't understand why you can’t accept something as ridiculous as a stupid stuffed animal—”
“Gotak.”
You were the one to cut him off this time. And for once, he listened, meeting your gaze again with furrowed eyebrows. You kept calm, speaking slowly yet firm enough for him to know you weren't joking.
“It’s not about that. Seriously.” You added before he could speak over you again. “Listen, the thing is I just.. don’t feel comfortable spending money on things I don’t actually need. And I don’t like you spending off all your life savings on me either.”
“But why?!”
Your boyfriend’s voice turned almost desperate—he’d never been this confused before. Who didn’t like to be spoiled by their partner—?
“Because I don’t have money.”
Gotak’s eyes widened as he suddenly went quiet, replaying your words in his head for a moment.
“You don’t have—wait what?” He spoke again, voice suddenly soft and confused. “Babe what are you talking about—”
“My parents work but clearly it’s not enough. It’s not for nothing I’ve been working part-time jobs and work so hard in school too. I want to make money quick enough so my family doesn't have to sacrifice their lives to their work—only to barely make ends meet every month.”
Your boyfriend was uncharacteristically quiet after this, looking at you as if he suddenly saw you in a whole new light. You sighed quietly, rubbing your temple.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier but I’m not exactly comfortable talking about it. And I’d rather not have everyone knowing either—”
You could barely finish your sentence that you were suddenly squeezed into a tight hug, your face buried in your boyfriend’s chest as he held you against him for a long second. Pulling away, he kept his hands on your shoulders as he met your gaze again.
“I’m sorry.” Gotak murmured. “I didn’t know, I shouldn't have gotten angry, I—”
He cut himself off, shaking his head as if mentally scolding himself before meeting your eyes again—and you could read all the guilt of the world in them too.
“I’m sorry.” He repeated quietly.
You smiled softly as you cupped your boyfriend’s face.
“It's okay, I'm glad I was able to tell you about it.”
Gotak nodded, smiling again as he grabbed the plushie back.
“Now I have to buy it for you though. As an apology.”
You chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully—but squeezed the plushie to your heart tighter than ever.
— 𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐄
The cutest of them all, what do you expect? Would give you his kidney if you needed so if it’s 'only' some money—he’ll give you that too. Always make sure you’re loved and his new mission is now to make you forget all your worries.
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“Hi baby!”
Your boyfriend’s voice resonated through the chaos of your thoughts, snapping you back to reality. You shifted to see his face smiling at you like you’re the best thing he’s seen today—and you were.
“How are you doing?” He gently asks. “You looked a bit zoned out.”
You shook your head to try and get you out of that groggy state you found yourself in, smiling softly at Juntae.
“I'm fine.” You simply answered, forcing your eyes opened.
Your boyfriend gave you a knowing look.
“Are you tired?” He asked softly.
You chuckled and shrugged, brushing it off. You always did.
“It’s fine.”
But Juntae wasn’t having it. He sat next to you and gently put his hand over yours, keeping his gaze on your interlocked fingers as if to give himself the strength to speak up.
“You don’t have to lie to me.” He murmured. “I know you worry a lot about your family lately.”
He made sure not to mention which struggle you both thought of in case mean ears were around, but you knew.
“I completely understand, and it shows just how great of a person you are. But.. I can’t help but worry about you.”
He admitted quietly, finally finding the strength to look up and meet your gaze. His eyes were so full of love and care you could have bawled right there.
“I just want you to know that I’m always here for you. And.. I love you. A lot. And if you need to talk I'm always here, whatever is the issue. I promise.”
You couldn’t help the softest chuckle at his rambling, making him stop to admire you and chuckle in turn. You rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand slowly.
“Juntae-ya, did I ever tell you how lucky I am to have you?”
You swore your boyfriend’s cheeks turned into two huge tomatoes and you stifled a laugh.
“Thank you.” You added after a quiet moment, voice soft and sincere. “It means the world to me.”
Your boyfriend smiled at that, his cheeks still a bit flushed, and nodded slowly. After a quiet moment where the two of you just enjoyed each other’s presence, Juntae spoke up again.
“If you have trouble sleeping, I can buy you some magnesium. It did wonders with Sieun and I think—”
You smiled to yourself, admiring with the most whipped smile as your boyfriend drifted away in his rant.
— 𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍
This guy literally runs the Union he gains like millions of won everyday—he will understand your struggle, sure, but don’t even worry of running out of money with him by your side. He’ll make sure nobody knows to spare you the mocking of stupid bullies—not that he can’t handle them if it comes to it.
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“Hey Baekjin…”
Your boyfriend looked up from the documents he’d been reading, frowning as he sees you standing in his office at the bowling alley. It’s not that he wasn't happy to see you, just.. surprised. You rarely came all the way here unless he invited you himself. The quiet tone of your voice, your fidgeting fingers and your evasive gaze did not help to ease his assumptions. Something happened. Or was about to.
“Yes? What is it? Are you okay?” His gaze raked over you, making sure you weren’t injured before finding your gaze again.
You quickly nodded, swallowing.
“Yes, yes I’m fine. I just…” You cut yourself off before exhaling slowly, as if preparing yourself. “Can I borrow some money?”
There were a small silence between the two of you as Baekjin watched over you and you looked away, looking guilty.
“Of course.” Your boyfriend finally answered, grabbing a few bills from his pocket. “Is that all? Why do you need it?”
You could tell your boyfriend wasn’t done worrying nor questionning you as long as you wouldn’t explain yourself. He probably thought some guy was harassing you to get some money out of you or something. You sighed quietly.
“It's stupid.” You muttered. “I’ve just walked past this pastry while walking here and I’m hungry… but I don't have any money so I came to ask you.”
Another silence fell in the small room until your boyfriend deadpanned.
“Are you fucking serious?”
You froze.
“Does it bother you?”
Baekjin almost groaned at that, rubbing his forehead like you just gave him the worst headache.
“It’s not that—gosh you can't just walk in here looking all anxious like someone assaulted you then just ask some money for food. You worried me.”
You couldn’t hold back the smallest chuckle.
“I felt uncomfortable asking.” You quietly protested.
“Yeah, and I felt uncomfortable watching you looking so worried and guilty.” Baekjin retorted, finally sliding the money towards you. “Go on, buy what you want. And please don’t feel this anxious to ask for money. I told you countless times I don’t mind.”
You nodded, smiling sheepishly and quickly ran off to buy your favorite pastries with a small overexcited smile on your face.
You better buy some chocolate for your boyfriend too.
— 𝐆𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐉𝐄
Nonchalant bastard. Doesn’t care as long as you have enough to live decently—he’ll take care of the rest with the money he gained with the Union. Don’t get him wrong; he does care about you and your struggles—just doesn’t see the point in worrying as long as you can fulfill your basic needs. He can spoil you himself after all.
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“And?”
You stood dumbfounded in front of your boyfriend, frowning. You hadn’t expect him to go full scandal mode, but you did expect a bit more reaction. You couldn’t find your words for a few second.
“Well—I mean I can’t buy things just like that you know so—”
“What about it?” Your boyfriend sighed. “I have some money from the Union. And it’s not like we need to buy a house or something yet. As long as you have enough to eat and a roof to sleep under, I’ll take care of the rest.”
Seongje offered you a side glance, as if making sure you actually did have enough for your basic needs—to which you nodded.
“We’ll be fine.” He shrugged.
You nodded, reassured by your boyfriend’s words. The both of you kept quiet, letting a comfortable silence surround you—the only sounds being from cars in the distance. After a few minutes, you opened your mouth again.
“Does this mean you’ll come shopping with me?”
You grinned teasingly at your boyfriend, who scoffed like the cocky bastard he was.
“Hell no, I ain’t your personal wallet.”
He spoke with assurance—but you knew you could get him to comply if you really wanted to.
“Fine then.” You dramatically sighed and looked in the distance. “Guess I won’t have any money for the game room either—”
Some jokes aren’t to be made with your boyfriend.
AN: how low do I have to bow for the terrible lateness? I'm so deeply sorry anon you’ve been waiting for this for so long I hope you like it still💔 lowkey thinking of creating an award for y'all bearing with me and still following me fr like you're the actual best I love you all
But anyway I hope you like it anon thank you so much for the support!!<33
birthday treat | Go Hyuntak x reader x Park Humin ONE SHOT
pairing | mean!Go Hyuntak x fem!reader x soft!Park Humin
synopsis | after teasing them all day, Hyuntak’s patience snaps and Humin’s there to keep him at bay (and you on edge) m.list genre | SMUT wc | 4.4k (what)
warnings | college au, nsfw, SMUT, bad cop/ good cop lowkey but mild, praise kink vs. humiliation kink, oral (m.receiving) / (f.receiving), fingering. P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it!), coming inside, loss of virginity, NOT proofread
note | not a request but I felt like writing this, so and rn I feel like deleting it
The air was charged with the bustle of people having fun around you. You could barely take a step without bumping into a body, so your hand stayed wrapped around one of your friends', letting them guide you through the cracks of the crowd.
The funfair was in town and you couldn't be happier that it had landed on your birthday.
Since you weren't in the mood for a big party, you had light-heartedly invited some friends to join you for an easy afternoon.
When Humin and Hyuntak had arrived at your place to pick you up, you had jokingly glimpsed up at either, fluttering your lashes. "It's my birthday.", you cooed. "Who do I get to unwrap?"
You had teasingly run a finger along the hem of Humin's shirt, raising the material up ever so slightly before swapping to your other friend, one finger hooked into the collar of his sweater. You could feel their breaths hitch, finding satisfaction in their reactions.
While Humin let out a chuckle at your boldness, Hyuntak fixed you with something close to a glare, his jaw clenched painfully tight.
The rest of the group arrived shortly after, cutting your tease short.
It was only a joke after all.
You had told your friends explicitly that gifts were off the table and still every single one of them had brought you one.
Sieun and Yeongi were busy chaperoning Suho, earning an annoyed huff here and there as they insisted on babying him due to his recent hospital discharge. They refused to let him join most of the rides, keeping him busy with prize centred booths instead. That left you, Humin and Hyuntak to enjoy most of the rides as a trio.
Everyone got to choose an attraction and while you had put your pick on the ferris wheel, Hyuntak grabbed your wrist and tugged you towards the bumper cars. You were surprised at the fact that he decided to occupy his own vehicle, while Humin claimed the seat next to yours, offering to take over the steering wheel while you took on the foot work.
The ride drew the most laughs and shrieks from you and you did your best to ignore the way Hyuntak's eyes were basically glued to your chest whenever he maneuvered his car to hit yours, not quite subtle as he found joy in watching your breasts bounce with the each collusion.
Simultaneously, Humin's embrace around you tightened, pressing you into his chest with every hit. "I'm keeping you safe.", he excused with a murmur but you could feel his heartbeat rumble in his chest.
By the time the cars had slowed to a halt, your dress had ridden up all the way, making your thighs stick to the plastic seat. Baku had reached his hand towards you, easily pulling you on your feet. Before you could adjust, he wrapped his arms around you and dragged the material down to cover the sight of your panties, lingering just a beat too long before pulling back.
You thanked him, turning towards your other friend to suggest the next activity but you found him frozen in his state, arms reaching over his head in the middle of a stretch. A sliver of his chiseled abdomen was visible, wrapped by the thick wasitband of his blue boxers, the brand gleaming in the neon lights of the nearby attractions.
You chuckled at the sight, briskly pulling up the hem of your dress to re-reveal your own underwear while your other hand pushed your dress strap over your shoulder. "We match.", you announced, quickly letting the light material fall back into place when you were sure that he had seen the color of your underwear.
As you readjusted your strap, you remembered that you had in fact not been wearing a bra, carelessly shrugging your shoulders at the reminder.
You hadn’t noticed Hyuntak’s reaction.
The night filled with more snacks, rides and Suho begging you to remind his guardian angels of his mature age, but as you opened your mouth, the glares that they fixed you with made you press your lips together quickly to swallow the words you didn't dare to let slip up.
"Just listen to them for a while.", you tried instead. Suho groaned, muttering something along traitor as you shrugged your shoulders in apology.
You parted ways a little while later, Humin grabbing your gifts off you as he accompanied you with the excuse to get the birthday girl home safely. You laughed at that because being your neighbours hence you lived near campus, the duo was gonna head the same path either way.
You didn't invite them in as you pushed the door to your apartment open, yet they both followed you inside, exchanging a loaded look as they took in the lack of shoes amongst their's at the entrance. Nobody was home.
You led them into your room without further ado, lazily motioning towards a spot near your wardrobe where Humin tossed your gifts, making them join the spill of dismissed clothes that was splattered all across your floor. Your friends tip-toed around the mess, careful not to step on anything.
"You need a bigger place.", Hyuntak voiced as he scanned the room with a scowl. The mess made his skin itch. He would happily volunteer to tidy up the chaos.
Humin wasn't as irritated with the sight, his eyes rather fixed on you as you rubbed a soaked cotton pad across your face to take off your make-up. "You're too old to be living at home.", he agreed.
You just tipped your chin. "And to broke to be living alone." When you'd declared your face clean, you swept the pile of stained cotton into your trash bin, a thought resurfacing in your head.
You looked into the mirror on your wardrobe, taking in your reflection. "Hey.", you called out. "Be honest. Could you tell that I wasn't wearing a bra all day?" You chased the stretch of material on your chest, arching a brow as you were sure, you could see the outline of your nipples poke through the polyester. There was nothing you could change about it now, but you still wanted some reassurance.
At the lack of dialogue, you turned slowly. Your friends were already staring at you. Humin had his lips parted, like he was about to make a remark while Hyuntak had one of your jeans half folded in his arms. There was a tiny pile of neatly put together clothes on your dresser where he had started gathering your stuff off the floor.
The air felt charged, somehow. Your breath was shallow, skin tickling under their gazes. Had you said something out of pocket?
Before you could ask them, Hyuntak strode towards you, dropping the garment from his arms as he closed the distance between you two.
You staggered backwards instinctively, trying to regain some space but he followed you, crowding your space one more time as the back of your knees hit your bed, legs buckling with the push of Hyuntak's hand on your shoulder. You refused to sink down, keeping your body steady against his.
"What are you doing?", you asked him, voice wavering under his gaze. He huffed, craning his neck with an eye roll. "No, what are you doing?"
You shot him a puzzled look, shaking your head in confusion. "I'm not following."
He moved his hand from your shoulder, tracing the curve up your neck until he had his hand placed on your nape. Your pulse skittered under his touch.
“You’ve been teasing us all day.”, he continued, his breath hot on your cheek, lips so close to yours, you could feel them brush up against yours, the torturous tickle unescapable as he refused to let you go.
"We're friends. It's what friends do.", you countered, eyes darting to Humin, but he seemed completely enthralled by whatever your friend was planning to achieve, hands buried deep in his pockets.
"Flashing me your underwear?", Hyuntak pressed. "Drawing my attention on these?" His other hand raced up your thigh, easily grabbing a handful of your dress before bunching it up your lower half, stopping short as your panties came into sight, the only thing keeping the raw air off your skin being your tights.
As you glimpsed down, your chest seizing with every rush of cold air, you found that they had in fact not functioned as safety pants like you had assumed. They were most definitely see-through and sparkly.
Hyuntak's thumb hooked underneath your jaw, guiding your gaze right back up to face him. "Reminding me how easy it'd be to just rip this off?"
Your heart actually skipped a beat at that, a helpless sound slipping from your throat as your eyes landed back on Humin. This time, he met your gaze, reading the plea for help off you.
He cleared his throat, that trademark smirk back on his lips as he moved forwards, clamping one hand on his friend's shoulder. "Come on, Gotak.", he barked, his volume out of place in this tense atmosphere. "Get off her."
Hyuntak barely spared him a glance, his jaw unclenching as he rolled his shoulder to get out of his friend's grip. "No. I wanna hear it from her." Two sets of eyes were back on your face, heat creeping into your cheeks, undoubtably dusting them red.
Your lips parted but no sound came out. Hyuntak snorted at that, crowding your space further.
"Cat got your tongue? You were so chatty all day, don't go mute on me now.", he coaxed.
You swallowed around a painful lump in your throat, regaining your voice.
“It’s my bir-“, you started but Hyunyak interrupted you.
“Not anymore. Past midnight. Means I don’t have to play nice any longer.” You glimpsed towards the alarm on your nightstand, confirming his claim.
“Still wanna unwrap your present?", he asked. "Was that just empty words? You don’t wanna let actions follow?” His lips were now downright pressing against your cheek, chasing a path along your jaw, stopping only as he reached the delicate shell of your ear.
You shuddered at the warmth emitting from his words. A spark travelled down your body, your pulse hammering under his touch. Before you could bite it back, a whimper escaped your mouth.
That actually did. Humin’s smile faltered, an implacable glint gleaming in his eyes. He didn’t intervene as Hyuntak grabbed your upper arms, only watched as he gave you a not so gentle push that sent you flat on your back, the mattress dipping where you landed.
Before Hyuntak could follow you down, Humin's hand came up, pulling him back by his shoulder. "No coaxing.", he reminded his friends. Then he turned his attention back to you. "Do you actually want this?"
Your head nodded without your permission, a dull longing spreading in your abdomen. "Yes.", you whispered.
In an instant, Hyuntak was on you.
He pushed you back by your shoulders, keeping you flat on your back as he climbed on top of you, one knee perched between your thighs to keep them open.
His lips attached on yours and you gasped at the sudden contact, letting him slip his tongue past your lips to curl against yours. You tried to keep up but he was relentless.
There was no rhythm in the way he latched onto you, just pure unfiltered want.
He pulled back slightly for air, before dipping his head back to yours, nipping at your lips with a pressure that made a warmth spread under the skin.
When he pulled back again, you chased his lips, not ready to lose his warmth yet but another hand, a bigger one, came up to cup your cheeks, turning your head to face him. Humin.
You sat up on your elbows, chest heaving.
"Put your tongue out for me."
You obliged, parting your lips to let the tip of your tongue dart out your mouth. Humin groaned at the sight, muttering a praise under his breath before closing in, wraping his lips around your tongue as he sucked it into his mouth, the movements of his lips in sync with yours. You melted into his touch, sweet moans spilling into his mouth as you let him lick past your tongue, eager to taste you.
Panic crowded at your chest as you ran out of breath, every jerk back of your head followed by Humin recapturing your lips, until you remembered to breathe out your nose.
Humin ripped his lips off yours with a suddenness that left you whining at the loss of his warmth. He chuckled, pressing a soft peck on your jaw before reattaching his lips on your neck, tending to your pulse point. The sensation was so intense, you closed your eyes to focus on it.
Hyuntak's voice snapped you out of it. You looked at him with a pout, slightly annoyed as he didn’t let you enjoy this.
“How many?”, he asked, holding up his stretched hand. You blinked.
“How many can you usually take, hm?”, Humin defined, his voice sending vibration against your skin. Usually. You thought about it, eyes tailing your own fingers.
“Two.", you answered, palming Hyuntak's flexed hand. You ran your finger along his pointer. "But yours are bigger than mine.” He drew his eyebrows together, eyes hesitantly darting off your face and towards his fingers, inspecting the size.
"You've never taken anything bigger?", he probed.
You shook your head slightly, earning a bark from Humin. Your head snapped towards him as he tossed himself on the sheets behind you, the mattress sinking under his weight with the new movement. His head shot up, eyes gleaming as he searched your face for honesty. "Never?"
You repeated your head gesture. Both your friends let out a groan at that. Your face burned with shame, the attention making something in your stomach churn.
Humin shot back up, his knees on either side of your hips as he pulled your back flush against his chest. He took one of your hands and splayed it, inspecting your fingers as he compared the size to his. He hummed and Hyuntak joined your hands.
You looked down.
One of Hyuntak's fingers was undoubtably wider and longer than one of yours and two of them were just too big, the sight flaring panic in your chest. You were scared to rip something. Baku's fingers were different. His middle finger caught your attention. Almost as thick as two of yours and long, callouses from basketball and fights decorating the skin.
"You do it." Humin's grin stretched wide as he let your words feed on his ego, placing a kiss on your cheek before jutting his chin towards his friend.
"Those expensive?", Hyuntak asked you, looking up from his position between your legs. He circled his thumbs over the tights on your inner thighs.
You shook your head. "Supermarket." You barely had the word out before the faint sound of ripping filled the air.
Hyuntak had gripped your tights and he was tearing the material off your legs. You gasped, but Humin swallowed any sound of protests as he guided your lips back onto his.
You didn't know who it was ripping your panties off you, but he traced the damp spot on the gusset a few times before discarding the material.
"That how worked up you've gotten through a few words?", he teased. “You really are a virgin.”
The cold rushed to your heat immediately, making your spine straighten, as a cold sharpness bit between your folds. You glimpsed down as much as the position allowed you, catching Hyuntak blowing air towards your wet entrance.
"Isn't it hard?” You could feel his lips brush up against you with every word. You shot him a dazed look.
“Having to keep it low, so no one hears?”, he continued, placing a kiss on your inner thigh, mere centimetres away from your outer lips. “I wanna hear you. Wanna drink up every little moan, every broken plea to let you cum."
You could barely form a thought before something bigger poked your entrance. Humin slipped his finger inside you without a further hesitation, immediately pushing it all the way back. He reached a spot you hadn't been able to tend to yet, arching your back as your pushed your ass down, eager to get him deeper.
At the same time Hyuntak’s head dipped down.
You jolted as a wet and warm sensation wrapped around your clit. Hyuntak had his face buried in the area beneath your navel, swiping his tongue over the sensitive flesh.
You writhed at the first contact but it was to no avail hence you were trapped between their bodies. Hyuntak nipped on your outer lips, licking small strokes across the nerve bundle, varying between lapping and sucking on your clit, the unguided pleasure pulling moans from you that had your chest tense with shame.
Every time you felt the pressure tighten in your abdomen, he let up, chuckling as you bucked your hips up to chase his mouth, calling you a variation of eager each time. When he kissed up the spot where your cunt met your thighs, you ground back against his face, as he lapped back at your nub to drink up the slick that pulsed out of you. Your moans grew higher pitched.
You tried to bite them back which promised difficulty as Humin curled his finger to graze just the right spot.
You came instantly, orgasm ripping through you so hard, your vision whitened for a mere second. Your friends both laughed, calling you all variations of adorable as they trailed kisses along your skin, forgetting to work you through the aftershocks. Your pulsing pleasure died down rather quickly but there was more to come.
Humin chased the curve of your neck while Hyuntak tended to the inside of your thighs, chasting open mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin until Humin pulled his finger out of you.
He barely let you catch your breath before rising up to his knees. Your friends exchanged a glance.
"So, who gets to be first?”
You parted your lips to make a suggestion but before you had a word out, they threw up their fists, shaking it twice before pushing two fingers out. “Best out of three.”, Hyuntak mumbled, going for paper next. Humin cursed as he had maintained the fist.
"Don't I get to choose?" , you interrupted them, both heads snapping to you like you had just reminded them of your presence.
Humin looked like he was considering it but Hyuntak shot the idea down with a shake of his head.
"Had it still been your birthday, I might've considered." His eyes gleamed mean, matching the curl of his lips.
The last round had you hold your breath. They threw up their picks. Hyuntak had remained with the paper, your eyes tailing the long built of his fingers and Humin — had chosen rock again.
A slight disappointment spread through your chest, mingled with an unease as you watched the curve of Hyuntak’s smirk deepen.
He pushed his pants down his legs in a hurry, kicking them off before parting your knees, stepping between them.
"Too easy.", he murmured as he guided his erection towards your entrance, taken aback at how quickly his head slipped inside.
Humin huffed behind you, hands on your hips to keep you steady.
"Don't be mean."
Hyuntak snapped his hips against yours, pushing halfway in before halting to let you adjust. He slowly fed you more and more until he had bottomed out.
"She's into it.", he claimed. Humin dismissed it, easily convinced.
His lips were back on your jaw, teeth grazing your skin.
"You like it when he's mean?", he asked. You shook your head, but the evidence was clear - and slick. The sound was sinful, squelches bouncing off the wall as you grew so wet Hyuntak had problems to keep himself from slipping out of you.
His hips nudged forwards in a rather careful manner at first, eyes fixed on your face as he tried to pick up on any discomfort. Then he grew bolder, faster.
His hips rocked against yours in a steady rhythm, the stretch burning slightly but you bit your lip through it, trying to grow used to it. Humin picked up on your unease, taking in the drawn together eyebrows.
"Don't do it if it hurts her.", he urged Gotak, but you dismissed his worry. "Keep going. I can take it.", you panted.
Humin wasn't sold on it.
His fingers found your clit, still slippery as he drew tight circles on it, easing the pain of Hyuntak hammering into you.
Instantly, you relaxed in his hold, tipping your head back to rest it on his chest.
As Hyuntak grabbed your calves to push your knees further up your chest, you yelped, the angle deeper in this position. You clenched down as he hit a delibaretly sweet spot inside you.
His rhythm faltered at that but the pressure in your abdomen intensified, ready to snap with every thrust of his hips. You were close, the telltale signs hinting as much.
It was your first orgasm while having someone inside, and it was approaching rapidly. Your pulse thundered, heart a beat too frantic. Hyuntak kept picking up his pace.
"Wait.", you murmured, one hand on his chest, but he didn't bulge.
"You said you could take it.", he reminded you, not planning to let up. “Don’t fight if you wanna get there.”
Meanwhile Humin had found the perfect angle to spark your nerves alight, flicking his fingers across your clit in a ruthless rhythm.
You were nearing to the edge, only a few more thrusts away from tipping over it. Your friends noticed as well, adding more vigour to their appeals as they got you to break.
Your back arched into the air, thighs shaking as another orgasm ruptured through you in waves, walls fluttering in sync with Humin’s fingers over your clit.
Hyuntak cursed as you held onto him, walls hugging him so tightly, he had trouble keeping up his thrusts. When you let out another lewd moan, he came as well, paying no mind to the mere idea of pulling out.
He spilled inside you, fucking the release right back into you as it started to trickle down your inner thighs.
When he finally pulled out, you were a molten mess between them, boneless and panting.
Humin rubbed your sides with his hands, engulfing you in a back hug as he waited for your heartbeat to regulate.
His lips found your ear, chills racing down your spine as he kept up the soft touch.
“You ready for me now?”, he asked after a short while. “Wanna catch your breath first?”
You shook your head. Even though you had just come twice, you couldn’t help the desire that still lingered deep in your chest. You were curious for him too.
Humin tightened his grip on your hips, pulling you slightly up his front before seating you on his lap. Your hips jerked involuntarily at the sensation of his dick nestling right between your folds, nerves screaming in overstimulation. You hadn’t noticed him take off his pants.
He spread you open with his thumbs, keeping you like that for a little while he watched the mixed releases seep out your cunt and down on his shaft, coating him in.
The sight was unbearable so you looked on ahead, finding Hyuntak with his own length clutched into his fist.
“Again?”
“Can’t get enough of you.”, he shrugged with a feigned apology in his lidded eyes.
You huffed, but leaned into him anyways; Humin was starting to push in.
The stretch of him parting your lips and invading your insides was pushing the air out your lungs.
You drew your eyebrows together, trying to relax, not to clench down too much before he was fully inside.
Hyuntak captured your lips again, the rhythm erratic as he tried to keep his breath steady.
With a hand in the nape of your neck, he guided you down his body.
You yelped as you landed flat on your chest, head in his lap while Humin was sheathing deeper inside you.
Hyuntak’s tip was leaking and hot where it poked against your lips. You parted them instinctively and he took it as an invitation, pushing inside with a low groan.
"You taste yourself on there?", he asked you through gritted teeth and you hummed in agreement, sending neat vibrations up his body.
Meanwhile Humin was starting to thrust, your body rocking up the sheets with every other pounce, Hyuntak’s length reaching deeper and deeper inside your throat.
You tried to find a rhythm, use your tongue, but Humin was so deep inside you, it felt like he had reached your throat as well.
With a hand flat on Hyuntak’s abs, you pushed back until onlt his tip remained on your tongue, hand wrapped around his wet member. This was better. Manageable.
With your new motivation, you found yourself fond of the task, sucking on the tip while you jerked your hand up and down the rest of the length. Hyuntak was too indulged in the skill of your tongue to tease you, his ragged breath coming out in huffs.
Meanwhile, you could feel Humin swell inside you.
You sucked in your cheeks, putting more pressure on Hyunyak’s tip to make him cum, so you could put the focus back on Humin, eager to hear him comment on anything, hear his voice.
Hyuntak’s orgasm startled you as you were lost in a thought, his second load less in volume but still as hot as he released in your mouth.
You sucked him dry until he pushed you back by your head, falling back on his heels.
The taste that coated your tongue wasn’t your favourite, but not the worst either so you just swallowed around it while settling your back to rest back on Humin’s chest.
He welcomed you instantly, arms caging yours against your sides. “You liked that? Helping him out?” His voice had dropped a few octaves and you felt your body react to it.
You nodded, biting your lower lip as he rocked his hips up, aiming at a squishy spot that cleared your thoughts at once.
He noticed, of course, tending to that spot as he angled your hips down to meet his thrusts.
“Look at you taking it.”, he praised you, his eyes locked on your fucked out expression.
Your chest felt heavy and your stomach was tightening. The overstimulation hurt, but you liked in nonetheless; the pain bordered on pleasure.
This final climax took you by surprise, no telltale signs, just your walls closing in, tightly engulfing his dick in a warm embrace as your hole spasmed weakly around him.
He cursed lightly, littering your neck with kisses while riding out his own peak, his seeds joining the mess inside you, tricking down your legs before seeping into your bedsheets.
He held you like this until your heartbeats synchronised to a steady rhyhm, staggering only a little as he slid out. Without his length inside you, you collapsed backwards into his chest, eyes closed as exhaustion mantled over your body.
Humin’s hand came up to your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t felt escape. “Did it feel that good?", he cooed into your ear, lips curving into a smile as you nodded weakly.
Hyuntak was the first to move, grabbing his boxers off the floor before slipping into them. He left you in his friend’s embrace while he disappeared out the door, returning a while later with a damp towel.
As he settled back between your legs to wipe you down, your gaze darted towards the spill of gifts you hadn’t opened yet.
"What's the actual presents?", you wondered aloud.
Humin’s hands descended down your arms, pausing at your hands to interlace your fingers with his.
"I got you a bracelet."
Hyuntak nodded along, pushing your legs a little further apart.
note: was this a fun read? Cause it was sure af fun to write also I can’t find my Yeongbin fic cause I have 130 drafts on wattpad that are named “untitled”
summary : in which you had to take care of your past situationship and some feelings resurfaces
geum seongje x f!reader warnings : headcannon pent up feelings failed situationship angst hurt no comfort mentions of alcohol use of profanities mentions of injuries one bed trope lowkey dialogue heavily
wc: 1.6k+ | ♯ note : well hi ... ik it has been awhile! apologies for my inactivity. been caught up with life in general and havent had time to update ): so here is me, dropping something that has been in my drafts for too long (ive been procrastinating ...) made seongje kinda soft here! was sooo inspired after the scene where baekjin didn't acknowledge his feelings. i hope you'll like this my loves!!!
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂋 ׅ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓈒 ﹗ "na baekjin— you son of a bitch!" seongje raged as he limped his way out of daeseung motorcycle garage. baekjin had once again proved that he is in fact, soulless. honestly, how could someone be so out of touch?
seongje had been busy fulfilling his request of sending a quick, physical message to baku's friends that afternoon. he agreed because he would do anything to piss baku off. the aftermath of the fight caused his face to be adorned with abrasions and cuts: his foot stabbed with his own spectacle temple. yeon sieun, that little fucker. because of him his foot is on a brace, hindering his mobility. seongje's limbs were sore from the countless jabs and punches he threw.
not only that, the authorities got involved. usually after given a stern warning for getting into fights, he could head home. but luck was not on seongje's side. the police officers made him go through a lengthy interrogation: things regarding money and bank accounts. they were related to his role in the union. he of course came up with lies to cover up his and baekjin's tracks on the spot.
so when baekjin disregarded seongje's condition and efforts for the day, he had enough. he left the garage door wide open, a petty attempt to get baekjin to do shit by himself instead.
"ungrateful brat," seongje then lit up his cigarette like a reflex, taking a long drag but even that didn't subdue his anger.
"fuck! this isn't working," he clicked his tongue and grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on it. he needed something stronger, to quieten his thoughts and the pulsing pain all over his body.
he was going to regret this.
his feet knew the way, which was good because his mind was far from focused on directions. with each step, his breath steamed in the air.
he got into the elevator and pressed the level to a certain apartment. once he got out, he turned left and went straight towards the house with a black door. he used his fits, hammering on it.
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that loud banging disturbed your slumber. you were just about to get some shut eye. who could it be? it was way too past midnight to be hearing your name being yelled out repeatedly.
annoyed, you threw the door open but instantly froze to see who exactly was standing in front of you.
"took you long enough," seongje rolled his eyes, arms akimbo.
nervousness simmered inside you, "i thought i made myself clear," narrowing your eyes, you took on his appearance. his teeth chattered. dried blood on the corner of his mouth. you smelled a hint of alcohol from his breath. and, a cast on his foot. what the hell happened?
his smug expression faltered for a second. he didn't expect you to be closed off. but his arrogance returned. he shrugged his shoulders, "i'll do whatever i like. plus, i needed to see you,"
you scoffed at his attitude, trying to mask your escalating anxiety.
"how did you get here?"
"walked." he kept his intense gaze on you.
with a cast? all the way here? absolute idiot.
"what do you want," you stated flatly.
"i told you. i needed to see you," his voice impaitent, slightly slurred.
"well great! you've seen me. now go home—"
suddenly seongje lost his balance and stumbled towards you. like reflex, your arms shot out to steady him. you were afraid that he was going to injure himself further.
"ah— fuck. i'm fine," he grunted as he tried to remove your hands off his body.
"liar. just … get in before i change my mind," you sighed.
his body was ice cold under your touch. you noticed the strained expression on his face as he wobbled into your house towards your bar stool. this wasn't the worst that you've seen seongje. however each time you do, it always hurt more than the last.
your thoughts got louder by the minute: anxious to be in the same space as him after a long period of time.
seongje was … something. if you could call it that. he played a big role in your life during your middle school years.
you both were friends from middle school but separated upon graduation. fate was sweet. it led you to bump into him at an internet cafe one day. since then, you and seongje were inseparable.
and that same fate turned bitter overnight.
you severed your ties with him. it hurt because you were tired. you asked of him to free you from being a secret piece in his messed up world. to be the one that he naturally chooses. not just to feed his insatiable boredom.
still you got into a familiar routine. starting of with setting a cup of tea then scooping left over rice into a bowl. afterwards, you reached for your first aid kit from the kitchen drawer and placed it on the counter.
"___, you don't have to," seongje broke the silence.
"let me see you," you replied.
seongje slowly turned to face you and lifted his head to meet your gaze. exhaustion written on his face. like muscle memory you stood in front of seongje, in between his legs. you took a moment to scan his face to assess the severity of his injuries. ointment ready, you applied it to the abrasions on his cheek.
"is everything okay?" you coaxed him.
you knew it was no longer your place but you still cared so much.
he snaked his arms around your waist.
"hey. what do you think you're doing?" you jolted.
"i'm cold,"
"seongje. you can't do this anymore," you warned as you felt his hold on you tightening.
"please? i'm so cold. and you're so warm,"
your heart ached at the familiarity of this moment. months ago, you would've kissed his wounds. you would've held him close. you gave in to his pleading eyes. you sighed and didn't argue anymore. "you're stupid. for walking all the way here without a jacket,"
as you continued to treat the man, you felt him fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. it took him a moment before he replied your initial question.
"i got into a fight. did baekjin's shitty work,"
you hummed in response, giving him time to sort out his thoughts. this was a first to be hearing about his troubles.
"my body hurts and i'm so tired,"
you raised your eyebrows and gave seongje a quick glance. his eyes averted, deep in thought.
"… and all i could think about was you," he confessed.
“you’re drunk,” you froze in his hold. "don't do this, geum seongje,"
"i'm in pain," he whispered desperately. "and you would always help me,"
"things are different now," you didn't know what else to say to him.
"you always make me feel better, ___," he tightened his grip on the back of your shirt.
"seongje, let go of me," you interrupted, voice sharp. "i'm going to give you tea and rice and then you'll go to bed,"
"… you're letting me stay?"
"you're injured dumbass. and i can't let you go home. it's still freezing outside," you gestured to his foot.
seongje slowly retracted his arms. he nodded before turning around, to eat the food that you prepared. as you cleaned up, your vision blurred. a wave of sorrow washed all over you.
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"i'll use the couch,"
when seongje heard that, he frowned. "what? no, you are not,"
"you can take bed. you need to rest," you explained.
"yeah and? i'll take the couch,"
he already made you go through so much trouble: patching him up, feeding him and offering him a change of clothes. and now to sleep in your bed? seongje immediately declined. you always put his needs above your own.
"no you won't. just lie down seongje," you huffed, annoyed.
seongje hated that tone in your voice. how could you just brush his words off so easily? why weren't you being selfish? "it's your bed. i can't," he shook his head.
"can we not argue over this?!"
"you should sleep here! this is your bed!"
"it's not a big deal!"
"yeah to you! tsk, whatever. i'll just fucking leave," seongje spitted out, testing your patience.
"heck no!" you burst before taking a deep breath. "shut it and move over," you said defeatedly. "i"ll just take the other side,"
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you had your back turned away from him. he was so close yet so far: the only barrier between the both of you was a pillow. months ago, he would've had you tucked under his chin. your bodies molded together perfectly.
minutes had passed, and you still hadn't fallen asleep. seongje kept his eyes on your back. he could tell by the rise and fall of your side.
"___." he croaked.
"go to sleep, seongje," you whispered.
"___, please,"
"no," your voice shook.
"why do you still care about me?" seongje asked.
it took you a moment to reply. seongje was terrified to not hear an answer from you.
"my feelings for you didn't disappear over night," you finally confessed.
he sat up to see you hugging the bolster tightly. guilt washed all over his face. what shocked him next was when your body began to tremble: your sobs and sniffles echoed the room. seongje swallowed dryly, unable to blink.
on impulse, he moved closer to you and snuck his arm around your waist. he watched your tears escaped from your eyes. he laid down behind you again, clinging to your back.
"you can't keep doing this to me, seongje. it hurts. why did you have to come here?"
"why are you crying?," he murmured, he pressed a quick kiss on your head. "stop,"
"i'm trying to forget you," you said devastated.
"what if i don't want you to?"
"you left me," you reinforced.
"i know," seongje's heart ached at the reminder.
"just… go to sleep seongje." you whispered.
"night, ___." he whispered as he drifted off to sleep with you in his arms.
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YEON SIEUN
• he loves when your eyes are are always on him
almost like you’re trying to figure him out. or maybe you just like staring at him. he doesn’t really show his love for something so you’d actually have to encourage him to express himself more because you can’t tell if he’s happy or not. but, he does love whenever you’re looking at him. he’s just more secretive about it. sieun knows when you’re watching him, he can feel it, and it makes him feel really good about himself. and in very rare situations, just meeting your eyes can get him… active. but you would never know.
SEO JUNTAE
• he absolutely melts anytime you compliment him
juntae is a sucker for your praise and compliments. it gives him a boost of confidence and he will try his best to do better. he will start blushing in his face and ears but he feels really proud of himself. the first time he tried to compliment you back, his brain gave up as he tried to stutter out a response. you received a note written in shaky letters with an explanation for his behavior. oh my gosh he’s so cute. please just shower him in words of affirmation.
GO HYUNTAK
• he really loves when you ask to play basketball with him
you don’t even have to be good at it, honestly. since basketball is like his passion, spending that quality time you doing what he loves most makes him so happy, especially when you’re the one to ask him. and he really likes to show you every time he gets a new skill or evolves his style of playing, because your amazed look makes him feel so giddy.
PARK HUMIN
• your touch is always so comforting and warm to him
when you give him little light pecks on the cheek, nose and forehead. definitely loves when you do anything with his hair. whether it be washing or massaging, baku thinks it’s just so endearing when you treat him like he’s precious like that. and if you stop he’ll ask you to do it again just because— does there have to be a reason why?? your touch is something that he cherishes dearly.
❤︎ so overly protective. he’s not overbearing and he’ll never try to be that way but he’s always on the phone with you. texting, calling, or keeping track of where you are and if you’re safe or not. bad guys always find him.
❤︎ “princess? I didn’t mean to wake you but.. need you”
❤︎ his large strong hands are always on your waist or thighs. it’s just his thing, he loves those parts of your body the absolute most. if you ask him? he’d shrug his shoulders. not being able to answer. for some reason he loves your waist and how perfect it is. his hand fits perfectly on that spot and your thighs are so warm.
❤︎ “why are you so pretty, hm? my sweet pretty girl.”
❤︎ adores when you show up to watch him work out or practice. let’s say he’s in the ring! just for practice but it’s a bit of a rough practice. actually hitting and using a lot of new techniques. when he’s able to turn and look at you? he’s put back in the zone. you ground him.
❤︎ “I love you. I love you so much.. I can’t lose you.”
❤︎ insanely touching and LOVES cuddles. he’s so into cuddles that even when you’re cooking or baking he’s in the kitchen with his arms around you, swaying back and forth. humming softly or just talking to you about whatever it is that he wants to talk about. he loves it.
❤︎ “do you believe in fairytales? want to talk about it?”
❤︎ big on kissing. so big on kissing. kisses you so so much because he believes that’s how you show how much you love a person. his kisses are soft and very emotional. other times? it’s a bit more hot, wet, and a little needy. he wants you. needs you. all the time.
