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Baek Kang Hyuk comes home after midnight.

The sound of the front door unlocking pulls you from sleep, and a second later, he’s standing in the hallway tie loose sleeves rolled up, exhaustion written all over his face.

“You’re awake?” he asks quietly.

You sit up against the couch cushions, blanket slipping from your shoulders. “I was waiting.” A tired sigh leaves him. Not annoyed. Never at you. Just… drained.

He walks over slowly until he’s standing between your knees, his hands settling on your waist like muscle memory. Then his forehead drops against yours. No words. Just silence and the faint smell of hospital disinfectant clinging to him.

People feared Baek Kang Hyuk. The brilliant trauma surgeon with sharp eyes and an even sharper mouth. But with you, he was different. Softer around the edges. Quieter. Like he could finally put down the weight of being needed by everyone else.

“You should sleep,” you whisper.

“So should you.”

Neither of you moves.

His thumb brushes against your hip under your shirt before he murmurs, almost too quietly to hear

“Bad day.”

Your heart aches instantly.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and he exhales like you just gave him permission to breathe again.

“I’ve got you,” you mumble against his skin.

His hand gripped your jaw hard enough to make your breath caught in your throat. “Look at me,” Baek Kang Hyuk said quietly.

Not angry.

Worse.

Desperate.

The room smelled like antiseptic, coffee, and the faint metallic scent still clinging to him after surgery but all you could focus on was the way his chest rose beneath his scrubs.

You had never seen him like this before.

Not cold.

Not controlled.

Not the terrifying surgeon everyone feared. Just a man staring at you like he’d been starving for months. “You drive me insane,” he admitted, voice rough. “Do you know that?”

Your pulse jumped when his thumb brushed slowly across your bottom lip. Every instinct told you to step back. Instead you leaned closer. That tiny movement shattered whatever self-control he had left.

His forehead dropped against yours with a quiet curse under his breath, fingers tightening at your waist like he needed the contact to stay sane.“You have no idea,” he murmured, eyes dark and exhausted, “how many times I’ve thought about dragging you into my office after a shift.”

And thats how he ended up between your legs with one over his shoulder and fingers gripping his hair.

"Ngh~ Hyuk~ |- I'm so close..."

Kanh Hyuk moaned against your pussy, knowing he wasn't about to stop anytime soon. He wasn't even close to finishing

They way his fingers worked inside you brought you closer and closer to the edge.

'Oh baby girl.." he chuckled, looking up at you never loosing the rhythm that made you clench on his fingers getting wetter by the minute.

You were so close you could feel it .

"Don’t you dare cum. You'll only cum for me when I tell you to" He pushed you onto his desk shoving everything out of his way.

Spreading your legs he moved your panties to the side and spat on you pussy. You can feel it running down your slit as a shiver ran through you.

Taking his dick in hand he rubbed it a few times up and down getting it wet with your slick. He suddenly pushed in all the way giving you no warning.

"Hyuk" you were a moaning mess his dick was completely buried in your slick little pussy, thrusting in and out of you. 'Oh Y/N.." he chuckled, watching you tremble under his heavy body. His dick thrusted in and out, never loosing it's rhythm that made you see stars.

You felt yourself getting closer and before you could say anything he beat you to it. Bringing his hand down to your clit he started rubbing it in circles and started thrusting harder into holding.

"Cum for me" Kang Hyuk said as he continued touching your clit. "Fuck" you cursed as you came onto his dick and he didn’t stop fucking you through your orgasm. You felt the sudden warmth coating your insides as he shuddered and gripped your waist.

"You looked so pretty fucked out on my dick baby." He said as he pulled out of you. Watching his cum drip out he collected some and shoved it back inside you pulling up your panties again slapping your ass.

Hi hi yes I do still write I'm currently busy on my wattpad rewriting my books

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

kang hyuk x reader

themes:

angst, hurt/comfort,hospital romance,guilt, emotional confession

Rain always made the city feel crueler.

Not louder. Not darker.

Just cruel.

Kang Hyuk stood outside the hospital entrance with blood still staining the sleeve of his scrub top, the fluorescent lights above him flickering weakly against the storm. Somewhere inside, machines were beeping. Nurses were running. Another trauma case was probably already rolling through the ER doors. But for once he couldn’t move. Because your name was sitting on the patient board.

Y/N (critical condition)

The irony almost made him laugh.

Baek Kang Hyuk the doctor everyone called a miracle worker. The man who could pull dying people back with steady hands and cold logic and yet the only person he had ever loved was currently fighting for their life because of him.

Because you had waited for him.

Again

Your unread messages sat like knives in his pocket.

"Are you coming this time?"

"You promised."

"Hyuk…?"

He remembered the last thing he told you before hanging up.

"People are dying. Stop acting like a child."

The words replayed in his head on loop now, venomous and sharp. You had gone home alone after the argument. The drunk driver never even hit the brakes. Hyuk pressed trembling fingers against his eyes exhausted enough to feel sick. He hadn’t slept in almost thirty hours. But every time he closed his eyes, he saw you on the operating table instead.

Too pale.

Too still.

And the worst part?

He wasn’t the surgeon assigned to you. The hospital board had dragged him away after he nearly punched another doctor for hesitating during your intake.

“Your emotions are compromising your judgment.”

For the first time in his life Kang Hyuk hated hearing the truth. The ER doors slid open behind him.

“Dr. Baek?”

He turned too fast. A nurse stood there quietly rain water from outside hitting against the floor.

“She’s awake.”

The world stopped. Hyuk moved before his brain caught up shoving through hallways he knew better than his own apartment. Staff moved out of his way at the look on his face.

When he reached your room he froze. You looked fragile under the dim hospital lights. Bruises bloomed across your skin like shattered watercolor. Tubes and wires wrapped around you in ways that made his chest tighten painfully. But your eyes were open. Looking at him.For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then softly you whispered

“You came.”

Those two words broke something inside him completely. Hyuk let out a laugh that sounded more like a choked breath before dragging a hand down his face. The terrifying, untouchable Kang Hyuk everyone feared cracked apart so easily it almost scared him.

“I’m here,” he whispered.

You stared at him for a long moment.

“You’re crying.”

He touched his cheek like he didn’t even realize it. Doctors weren’t supposed to fall apart. Kang Hyuk definitely wasn’t supposed to fall apart. But suddenly he was beside your bed gripping your hand like he was afraid you’d disappear if he loosened his hold for even a second.

“I thought you died,” he admitted quietly.

The confession barely sounded human. Your thumb moved weakly against his hand.

“You told me not to act like a child.”

Every ounce of guilt hit him at once.Hyuk lowered his head until his forehead rested against your knuckles shoulders shaking once with a silent breath.

“I know.”

Then quieter.

“I know.”

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

warnings : smut, oral (reader receiving),fingering

(this is my first time writing smut)

I can’t stop staring at him. He somehow manages to be completely obnoxious and utterly magnetic at the same time, kneeling in front of me like he belongs there. And maybe he does.

“You’re… impossible,” I breathe, trying to sound annoyed but failing gripping the bed sheets

He smirks, that damn smirk that always gets under my skin. “Am I?” His hand gripping my thigh as he looks up at me.

Steve shifts closer, his knees pressing into the bed and suddenly the world shrinks until it’s just the two of us. “I want you to feel good,” he says teasingly making me clenching. "Steve stop teasing me please"

My fingers tangling in his hair and slightly lifting my hips to get him where I want him

"Baby be patient I'm enjoying my meal" he looks up at me as he mumbles against my clit making me whimper.

And hell the way he looks at me like I’m the only thing in the world. "You taste so good baby think you can cum for me." Slipping his fingers inside me and curling them just right and hitting that spot that makes me see stars

"Steve" breathing heavily closing my eyes throwing my head back.

"Look at me" he bit my thigh making me jump in surprise makinh me look down at him. "I want to see you cum on my fingers"

(Lim Ryeong-gu x half-reaper reader)

⚠️ TW: Mentions of crisis alert / emotional distress / harsh words.

Nothing graphic, but characters express frustration and heavy feelings. Read with care.

I knew I messed up the second I stepped out of the elevator. Ryeong-gu was waiting by the hallway wall, arms crossed, jaw tight, expression so sharp it could slice concrete. Joon-Woong saw him and immediately walked the other way. Smart man.

Me?I was dumb enough to walk straight toward him. “You ignored protocol again,” he said. No greeting. No warmth. Just that cold disappointed-teacher voice he uses when he’s two seconds from losing it. “I handled it,” I shot back. “It wasn’t that deep.”

His eyes narrowed so fast I thought the lights flickered.

“Not that” He sigh looking up at the ceiling like he was praying for patience. “You know what? Fine. Say it again.” I crossed my arms. “It wasn’t that deep.”

He laughed. Not a happy laugh. One of those harsh ridiculous ones like he couldn’t believe I was real. And then he snapped. “You’re just” He yelled at me “You’re just a stubborn, stupid human sometimes. That’s exactly why you were on the suicide alert.”

I froze.

He never talks like that.

Ever.

He saw my expression change, and for one second just one his own face softened like he regretted it. But only for a second. Then he kept going.

“You act like nothing can touch you. Like rules don’t apply to you. Like you’re immune because you’re half-reaper. You’re not.” He stepped toward me, eyes burning. “You’re reckless. You’re fragile. And you don’t think.”

My chest tightened. “I’m not fragile.”

“Yes, you are.” His voice dropped to something rougher, almost painful. “And I’m the idiot who keeps worrying about you.” That shut me up fast. Ryeong-gu pinched the bridge of his nose, pacing once like he was trying to calm down but failing miserably. “You have no idea how close you push yourself to the edge,” he muttered. “You scare me. And I hate that. I hate…”

He exhaled sharply.

“I hate that I care enough to get angry.”

He finally looked at me again really looked. Not with coldness. Not with annoyance. But with fear hidden under frustration.

“I said you were stupid,” he said quietly, “because you make choices that could get you hurt. And because it… bothers me more than it should.” It wasn’t an apology Ryeong-gu doesn’t apologize.

And honestly…

part 1 part 2

(aka: i should’ve known it wouldn’t end there)

It’s been a week since Yoon Ga Min apparently decided that boundaries were optional. I thought he’d give the whole “study group” thing a rest, but nope. He’s showing up everywhere. I mean everywhere Han Wool isn’t, like some persistent shadow, slipping into my life without permission. Cafeteria? He’s there. Library? There. Hallway between classes? Definitely there.

Han Wool notices, of course. Always notices. Lately, his arm has been lingering around me. Tighter. Longer. He claims it’s just to make sure people “don’t get the wrong idea,” but I can feel it, and I’m not sure if I should be comforted or annoyed. Honestly, it’s confusing.

Today, after class, I was carefully packing my books when a folded piece of paper slid onto my desk. No name. Just a single sentence in sharp, neat handwriting:

“You shouldn’t let him speak for you.”

My heart… actually stopped. My fingers went numb for a second, and I swear I heard my own pulse in my ears. And there he was, across the room, leaning casually against a desk, watching me like this was the most normal thing in the world. Yoon Ga Min.

He gave this tiny, almost bored smile, like he wasn’t doing anything wrong, like it was all nothing. And then… he walked away.

“What the hell,” I muttered under my breath, getting up. I needed answers, and somehow, following him felt like the only option.

“Are you really that desperate to get me to join your little study group, huh?” I half-shouted, my voice louder than I intended. Finally, he turned and looked at me. Calm. Unbothered.

“Yes,” he said. So simple. So calm.

“Why do you even care?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, trying to hide the fact that my chest was suddenly tight, my thoughts scrambling.

“I can see it in your eyes,” he said, casually, as if reading minds was no big deal. “You want to study.”

I blinked. Stared. Confused. My brain stuttered. Did he just…? How does he even know that?

“Uh… never mind. Fine. I’ll join the study group, Ga Min,” I said, exhaling like I’d been holding my breath for hours. I looked at him, ready to retreat, but he… he lit up. His face changed completely, like a switch had flipped, and suddenly he looked like a kid who had just been given candy.

And then… he hugged me. Tight. Warm. Enough to make my knees feel weak, enough to make me forget to breathe for a second. My arms froze, unsure if I should push him away or just melt into it, and I ended up doing neither.

What I didn’t know? Min-hwan saw everything.

I didn’t notice him at first. He was sitting across the room, books half-forgotten on his desk, eyes narrowed, jaw tight. His lips pressed into a thin line, like he was holding back some kind of reaction. And I felt my stomach twist. Great. Just great. Because now it wasn’t just Ga Min I had to worry about.

Part 1 part 3

(Pi Han Wool x Reader)

I didn’t think it was a big deal when Ga Min waved at me again. But apparently, Han Wool didn’t see it that way.

He was weirdly quiet all morning. I could feel him staring holes into the back of my head in class tapping his pen, sighing, pretending he wasn’t annoyed when he clearly was.

By the time lunch rolled around, I barely made it to my locker before he showed up. “Why’s he smiling at you again?” he asked, standing way too close. His tone wasn’t loud, but the way he said it made my stomach flip.

I raised an eyebrow. “Maybe because I smiled back? It’s literally just being nice.”

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “Polite, huh?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, polite. Not everything’s a competition, you know.”

Han Wool stepped closer, leaning down just a bit so we were almost eye level. “It is when it comes to you,” he said quietly.

My breath caught for a second. “You’re so dramatic,” I mumbled, trying not to smile.

He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, fingers barely touching my skin. “You think I’m being dramatic?” His voice dropped lower. “I just don’t like people thinking they can take what’s mine.”

Before I could say anything, someone called my name Ga Min. Of course.

He froze halfway down the hall when he saw Han Wool standing there. Han Wool didn’t even look at him, just smirked a little, like yeah, keep walking.

I shoved Han Wool lightly. “You’re such a pain.”

“Mm,” he hummed, clearly pleased with himself. “But I’m your pain.”