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Osamu x freader smut (NSFW)

“Look at ya, baby, yer such a fuckin’ mess for me, aren’t ya?” Osamu panted, pushing your knees to your chest as he pounded into your dripping wet cunt.

You couldn’t respond, mouth plugged by his fingers shoved into the back of your throat while you gagged and drooled all over them. He just watched, sweat dripping from his forehead, gathering on his raised brows as he fucked you through it.

He came back from work frustrated after a long day. Shoulder slouching in his tight, black, full sleeve shirt that always hugged so deliciously around his biceps. Broad shoulder expanding and strong. His hair was nappy from sitting under his work cap all day as he stroked it with a heavy, frustrated sigh. You offered him a massage, innocent, sweet. Hoping it would help relieve the tension built up in his muscles but that never went straight.

So, here you were: getting used and gutted like a toy by your husband.

“Cmon, girl, say somethin’” he chuckled, pinching your clit to earn that loud squeal from you that got him off even more.

“Mmmfffgggg—“ you gagged, gripping his wrist for mercy.

Osamu only picked his pace up, cock curving into all the spots that begged for him, filling you up in a way that you couldn’t move without moving his cock that was inside you. The bed frame shook with that loud squeak that would make anyone flinch with concern.

“‘Cause my mouth says no, but my neck says please” (nsfw) anime men x freader

“I’m breaking up with you,” were the words you said, never expecting the psychological torture you would face

He froze in place, standing in front of you, expression blank for a split moment before his lips parted with a soft sound. A sound that broke the long silence that seemed to be louder than the sound of your heartbeat. It was a soft, uncomfortable gasp, like you slapped him in the face, and maybe you should have then, because the following moments were suffocating.

Overbearing. Too much.

Like a wide-eyed dog, he looked at you. Brows furrowing close, tilted up in a way that always made your heart ache— always pulled you to him. Then the tears came, his eyes glazed over as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“Baby?” He croaked, stepping close enough for you to feel the heat of his taller stature closing in on you, “Tell me you don’t mean it.”

Texts with Iwaizumi Hajime

Match the Thunder (nsfw)

Big n’ beefy men who get incredibly turned on when it rains. Walk with me here…

They don’t know what it is about the clouds darkening on the sky above or that fresh scent of earth that sticks to the air when it rains. Something about that heavy raining weather makes their libidio higher than the clouds. The contrast of being inside, between your legs, all warm and sweaty while it storms outside makes him unbelievably hard. You know the moment the clouds start to gather before a storm, he’s eyeing you from across the room with a drenched look of insatiable hunger in his eyes. To him, you looked utterly ravishing in the dark lighting of the house, so perfectly his type. His woman.

Was just listening to Mixtape 2 and I realized how much Ryul reminds me of Iwaizumi. They exude the same masculine, reliable sort of energy that makes them appear confident. Andddd their hair looks similar…please tell me you see the vision…when worlds collide 🤯

“Delayed Attraction” - Kuroo x F!reader

When Tetsuro knew you back in high school, he never really paid attention to your looks. The most notable thing for him was your hair, long, falling past shoulder length, and that sweet, beckoning scent that lingered through your strands when you swept by. To him, you were merely just another cute girl who sat in front of him in class, someone he never truly took a moment to observe.

Back then, all he recalled was having a few of the same classes with you and how your obnoxious boyfriend at the time would tag along. He had nothing particular against you; you were a pleasant classmate who often lent him pencils and erasers when he forgot and helped him with classwork. What he had a problem with was your type in man. Or rather, your boyfriend. He called it his “masculine intuition” how he hated him. Something about your man irked him. Pissed him off when he’d walk around campus with you next to him

It wasn’t jealousy of any sort, he told himself. He reasoned that he didn’t know you to like you like that. Tetsuro did know one thing, though, and it was that you deserved way better than that nincompoop with a shit face.

God, I’d treat her so much better than that fucker— put him on a cuck chair if I could, were his recurring thoughts. Unlike your boyfriend, Tetsuro had restraint and respected your relationship. Not like he was going to pursue you anyway. He only really indulged in you from afar as a classmate and nothing more…respectfully, of course. That’s what he told himself, at least.

Tetsuro hated your boyfriend so much that he would internally gamble how badly he would eventually fumble you. He knew it was wrong to anticipate someone else’s breakup, but he couldn’t seem to contain himself from waiting to hear “yeah, they broke up” someday. So, when the day came when he was the one to witness the end of your relationship, a seed was planted somewhere deep in his mind.

It was the sophomore year of college when he was invited to a party at a dingy lodge just outside the city. The place was filled with people he’d seen around campus, and some of his friends had tagged along. He never intended to show up at the function, but through some convincing and threats from his buddies, he tagged along as the designated driver. To his surprise, you were there too, with your fugly boyfriend, of course.

Tetsuro spotted you from across the room. You stood anxiously, stranded behind a mob of people, whilst your eyes darted around. He had approached to ask if you were alright, just basic decency. You smiled and assured him that you were fine and that you were looking for your boyfriend. He tsked, unimpressed at the guy for leaving his girlfriend all alone at a college party. Who knew what kind of creep would bother you? Tetsuro was appalled, utterly irritated on your behalf.

When the party started to die down, and his friends all abandoned him for their hookups and others for more late-night drinking, he drove off on his own. The moment he truly, really took a moment to see you in that way was when he saw you walking alone down the forested road, down the deserted highway. He slowed down his car to ask what you were doing out there all by yourself with nothing but concern and an overwhelming instinct to protect.

Shivering with tears glistening down your cheeks, you could only mumble a “he left me” and a weak smile.

He gambled damn well, but that was no good. The bastard left you to walk out in the dark. Even though he was pissed, he spoke to you softly, telling you to get in the car, that it was dangerous to be walking out there, and that he’d take you home. You seemed reluctant at first, but when you heard some critter howl from afar somewhere in the forest, you gulped and plopped yourself into his passenger seat with a quiet bow of gratitude.

Though distraught, you looked beautiful and Tetsuro wanted nothing but to reach out and hold you. To tell you that he was there and that asshole didn’t deserve you. Having self discipline was hard for Tetsuro when you looked so weak, but he kept his hands tight on the steering wheel as he started the car.

During the ride, Kuroo let you to sob quietly while resting your forehead on the window. He did his best to make sure you didn’t feel embarrassed. Left you alone with no questions, just comfortable silence. A silence that didn’t ask anything of you.

He came to terms with the fact that he was interested in you but had been suppressing it because you were in a relationship. His attraction for you suddenly came in full force that moment he found out you were broken up with. Not his proudest moment but boy, was he ecstatic that your asshole ex was no longer hanging around you.

And that was that. He thought about that night often. Mostly, he thought about you. Wishing he’d reached out, stayed with you a bit longer.

Years had passed since the night he drove you back home without question. Ever since then, he noticed your absence around campus and parties, soon figuring out that you were overseas. You became just another person he knew, someone who he wanted to pursue at the wrong time, nothing more.

That was until he was at a work dinner with his colleagues when one of the members from a different division announced the arrival of a new team member joining the dinner. It was all excitement amongst the group. It wasn’t anything out of the norm for him to constantly meet new people that he’d be working around. It was just another introduction to him, something mundane. But when he heard everyone calling over this new person and he looked up to meet eyes with you, his stomach unexpectedly burst with something of nostalgia and something of surprise.

There you were walking into the restaurant with your long hair cut short, layers framing your face as you jogged over to the table. The new haircut made you look exquisite, so different yet so much more fitting on you. Something pleasant washed over him to see that you were looking well. The last time he saw you, you were broken and to see you like this, relief and a sort of pride had settled in. It was truly nice to see you better off.

Above all that, he just couldn’t douse down the heat of attraction sprouting in his chest. Throughout high school, he’d always seen you half-assedly and seeing you like this now, he wondered what had gotten into him. Tetsuro loved women with long hair, only ever crushed on celebrities with long hair, and dated girls with long hair. What was this unexpected flutter?

The feelings he had forgotten over time had been resurrected after seeing you.

“Long time no see.” He gathered confidence to start the conversation when he found you alone outside to catch fresh air while everyone was inside.

“It has!” You nodded, “How have you been?”

“Good, good, y'know just doing what I love…” He scratched his head awkwardly when you caught him eyeing you, “Uh, uhm, you look good— I mean— you’re looking well. I see you, uh, cut your hair.”

You giggled, watching him making actions of your hair getting chopped off with his fingers like a flustered idiot, “This? I thought some change would be nice.”

“Very nice, yes, you look…” He sputtered, “very pretty.”

At that, you froze, slightly taken aback, “Really? Didn’t expect you to compliment my hair. I know you’ve always preferred long hair.”

“I do, but…you just really pull it off. Really.” He assured, smirking slightly at your hesitation to take his compliment.

“Well, thank you, Kuroo.” You returned his smile.

“Tetsuro. Just call me Tetsuro. No need for formalities between us.” He stated.

“Tetsuro.” You said his name as if to test the waters and he made a soft sound of approval.

“I hope this doesn’t sound inappropriate, I’ve always preferred women with long hair but I think you might just be an exception.” He said under his breath, not realizing it was loud enough for you to hear.

You burst out laughing, catching him by surprise and embarrassment.

“I— what I mean is, I think short hair suits you better. N-not that your long hair was bad, it was great but this look is beautiful. I fancy it. I fancy you. I have been since college but I didn’t realize it until now. Seeing you now just resurfaced those very hidden feelings, I guess. Haha, took me a while.” He spoke rapidly like a shy kid thrown on stage, face as red as his neck tie.

You couldn’t help but gape at his abrupt confession. He was always just a handsome guy with a naturally dependable personality. Until now, you didn’t realize that maybe, you might’ve seen him more than just someone you’ve known since high school.

“I quite fancy you too, Tetsuro. And I’m still grateful for that night back in sophomore year, when you dropped me home without bombarding me with questions. I felt safe with you and who knows if I would've even gotten home if you didn’t pull over on the side of the road.” You thanked him.

“Just always thought you deserved better. I hated that douche you dated with a passion.” Tetsuro tsked, face irritated at the memory.

“I could tell. You always had a scowl on your face when my ex was around.” You giggled at the memory.

“What? I guess I wasn’t so slick.” He huffed as if caught red handed.

“Were you waiting for us to break up?” You raised a brow.

Tetsuro turned to you in shock, “Could you tell?!”

“No, just guessed.” You replied, “Why didn’t you do anything about it?”

“Cause…you disappeared after that night. I never saw you around.” He responded, voice softening into something more firm.

“Hmm. I’m here now.” You shrugged, implying that a door was left ajar for him.

“Shit, didn’t think I’d have an office romance in my book.” He chuckled under his breath.

“I’m not even in your department, Tetsuro.” You smirked.

He mirrored you upon hearing that, “You’re telling me it’s okay for me to ask you out on a date then?!”

You nodded, “Yeah, not like we’re gonna lose our jobs.”

“Wait, does this mean you’re saying yes to me asking you out on a date before I even ask you?” He started blushing harder than before.

“Yes.”

“God bless your short hair.” He bowed.

Thinking about police officer Sawamura Daichi, former captain of the Karasuno volleyball team in his high school days growing into a tan, tall and muscular hunk of a man. While dependable and gentle in nature, his demeanor during sex with you was a complete 180. He’d be all pent up after a long day of being the nice neighborhood cop. Big biceps begging to burst out of his blue police uniform with his broad shoulders like a barricade caging whoever wherever he wanted. His hard-on would strain in his boxers just waiting to spring free at the thought of you. He’d see you walking home after work and roll down the window of his assigned cop car, beckoning you to come his way. Then, he’d come up with some excuse to get you in “trouble” and stay for some supposed questioning. Saying some bullshit like “you violated pedestrian law by crossing the road way too far from the sign…” with a disappointed tsk and continue with more bullshit like: “that could be a fine for jaywalking, Mrs.” After a while of bickering, he’d win the game and have you in the backseat of the cop car with your wrists behind your back in painfully tight handcuffs and your bare ass up in the air. That supposed friendly neighborhood cop— your husband would be plunging his thick length into your dripping, puckered hole. One hand gripping your hips while the other tangled through your hair, holding your head down on the seat. Plush walls squeezing and feeling up every vein on his twitching cock. He’d spank you real hard just to hear that ecstatic mewl coming from you, your pretty face smushed up against the leather backseat with drool dripping down your swollen lips. Daichi’d slap the other cheek just as hard, earning another high-pitched whine. “You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you? Hmm?” He’d groan, thrusting your poor hole, stretching it nice and wide with a little burn that drove you insane. The car would fog up, the combined fragrance of sweat and spit and sex. Suffocating and sexy all at once. Slap slap slap. Car shaking with each stroke, he’d make you orgasm in a manic-like frenzy; toes curled frozen, pleading cries turning silent and breathless, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks as your body stuttered uncontrollably with intense pleasure. Officer Daichi would push deeper to the hilt, filling you with his heavy, bloating fluids with a soft whimper of your name. You’d scoff when his good cop-self would come back after your little “questioning” when he’d unlock your handcuffs and kiss your wrists with an apologetic smile. With a gentle voice, he’d ask if you were alright and then he’d say “your jaywalking fine is pardoned.”

Just thinking….

Hi, you mightve noticed some of my works are missing. That is because I privated them for a bit. Hope you’ll understand teehee :3

“Can you see me? I’m waiting for the right time” - whc x freader scenarios (fluff)

It was at the library where he first saw you during midterm season. You were sat behind a stack of books and your nose buried in a comically large textbook and the whole table to yourself. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes away from the way you looked so concentrated in whatever it was that you were doing. Pen between your teeth, hoodie snug around you, a few cups of coffee from the nearby cafe scattered everywhere. And when you met his eyes, it wasn’t an awe-struck moment of any sort. Actually, it was rather awkward, you both turned away quickly in embarrassment.

Since then, Sieun couldn’t stop thinking about you— the pretty girl at the library, taking up a whole table.

So, what did he do? Well, obviously he went back to the library and sat in that exact table and waited. Lucky him, you showed up, sat across from him, looked him in the eyes, then looked away this time before saying a quiet ‘hi’.

Score.

After that day, it became a routine for him to end up at the library, on that table, sometimes even putting his backpack on the chair so that no one else could sit on your “designated” spot. If anyone asks to sit there, he’d reply with a sharp “someone’s sitting here”. When he sees you from the corner of his eye, he’d quickly move away his backpack for you to sit there.

He didn’t know why he was behaving this way at first but when he saw you outside of the library, at a campus event, he realized that he must’ve had a little crush on you. “Hallway crush” they call it. That crush for you really solidified when you approached him at the event and finally introduced yourself, telling him your name and major.

When he went home that night, he immediately put it into his notes, all the classes that you told him you’re taking so that he could pass you in the halls. He acts cool and unwavering but, really, he’s all giddy on the inside. All he wants do is see his pretty hallway crush— cause what’s the point of walking an extra mile around campus if he didn’t see you?

For Suho, this wasn’t just a hallway crush. It was a class crush because he had an elective class with you. People from different majors came together to take this class, whether as an elective or for extra credit.

On the first day, when he saw you, he was already in love. Like a love at first sight kind of thing. And, Suho really isn’t the type to have a polished attendance record— often skipping to take naps or go to work. However, for this class? With you in it? Yeah, he’s there every class.

Before every class, he checks himself out in the nearby washroom, fixing his hair, flossing his teeth, puffing his chest out like the man he is. He’d even ask the random guy washing his hand on the sink how he looked. Then, he’d stand outside the door of the class at least two minutes before you arrived so that he could hold the door open for you.

When you finally reached the class, he’d act all nonchalant like he didn’t notice you. Scrolling on his phone. You met eyes with him, and his heartbeat would pick up, diminishing his cool act within seconds.

Suho would put himself between you and the door and hold it open so handsomely, looking at you with a boyish grin, waiting for your approval. You’d shoot him a curt ‘thanks’ before walking in, unaware of how flustered and red he turned once you turned your back to find a seat.

For the rest of the semester, it becomes a routine for him to hold the door open and for you to thank him. As each day passed, your short ‘thanks’ turned into ‘thank you’ and then it turned into “hey, how are you?” Lastly, it came to learning each other’s names and exchanging contacts to study together before finals.

Of course, after finals is done and the semester comes to an end, Suho is bummed because he won’t see you often anymore but he tries his best to keep in touch with you by sending relatable reels or replying to your stories. To his surprise, you also seem to try to stay in contact with him.

Who knows, maybe this hallway/classroom crush could turn into something more…

You weren’t just his hallway crush…you were his hallway wife. Because, something possessed him one day to have enough confidence to speak to you, learning your name, major, and your class schedule. Ever since then, he’d been walking you to your classes, accompanying you from one campus building to another, making time in his own schedule to meet with you.

He realized he had a crush on you when you bumped into him on the first week of university, your belongings scattering all over the ground. At first, he was irritated cause he was running late but when he saw your pretty face, he wasn’t so mad. Anything for fine shyt.

You were wearing a simple beige cardigan and a pair of jeans, bag slumped over your shoulders as you looked up at him with your pretty eyes. Totally his type. He had to take a moment to just stare at you and appreciate your appearance before he could tune back into the present.

“I am so sorry!” You apologized, picking up your stuff, pausing when he handed you your textbook, “Thank you.”

“That’s alright, you must be in a rush.” He huffed, giving you a hand, helping you up.

“Y-yeah, actually, I was looking for class 150, would you have any idea where that is?” You scratched your head with an awkward laugh.

Gotak raised a brow at that, “Funny you say that, I was looking for that class, as well.”

(He did not have a class in 150)

“Really? That’s a relief!” You sighed softly, padding next to him, “is it okay if we go together?”

Oh hell yeah, he thought to himself.

He smiled, nodding, “Sure, why not?”

There it was, your daily interaction. Walking into each other in the hallway. Smiling. Waving. Meeting up during gaps to hangout.

He even went out of his way to transfer into your class in 150— which was a very academically challenging class and completely unrelated to what Gotak was studying. He took it regardless for the credit and to be near you, of course.

This “crush” was leading to something more and Gotak was enjoying every second of it.

Super duper shy and honestly, he probably wouldn’t ever speak to you so what he does is: find a pattern— what time does he usually bump into you? Which hallway? And where do you go after? And with that little bit of information, he does his best to walk past you as much as he can during the uni week.

Sometimes, his schedule makes it hard to get there in time to see you and it’s the biggest disappointment for him. He gets so bummed out and demotivated but when the next morning comes and he’s getting ready, he’s thinking up all the possible scenarios in his head about walking next to you and how you’d maybe look at him a second longer. Or he’d imagine you randomly striking up a convo. Maybe you’d bump into him? Butterflies in his stomach.

He’d go to campus all giddy and excited to see you and when the time comes and he’s there a few minutes before you walk out of class, he’s fixing the collar of his shirt, adjusting his glasses, checking if his breath smells clean or not just incase you talk to him.

You finally walked out and he’s stumbling and tripping over all the invisible objects to get the clearest and closest view of you. He’d try to go closer so that you’d have to make the contact and pass by each other.

When you finally meet eyes and hold eye contact, his world is all rainbows and sunshine with some sappy romantic music playing in the background. He’s blushing with hearts in his eyes. The two seconds of interaction was his boost and motivation for the rest of the day.

Juntae would go to the rest of his classes with a stupid smile on his face, reimagining the moment over and over again in his head. Lost in his thoughts as the professors would blabber on about lecture materials. He’d scribble hearts all over his notes.

He’d be the type to go home humming some tune while romanticizing more interactions with you.

Fridays were his least favorite because the weekend would be a barrier between him and seeing you. He’d spend the weekend daydreaming about you and preparing how he could get more interactions. Monday would come and he’d be back to plotting and scheming. Muhahaha.

(Doesn’t end up speaking to you because he got too shy each time he tired)

(You ended up speaking to him first)

Humin was soooooo annoying about his hallway crush on you. He’s force his friends to walk with him down the hallway that you usually hung out in. After passing, he’d ask his friends over and over if you looked at him and if anything happened. His friend would grow sick of him but they’d support him regardless and often times not, they’d slightly over exaggerate the moments to make him happy.

“Yeah, bro, she was totally checking you out.” One them said.

“Really? How was she looking at me? For how long? What was her body language?” He’d beam, speaking fast with excited eyes.

His friends would roll their eyes at him but he’d continue.

One day, he was at the library and he saw you struggling to reach a book on the higher part of the shelf. He strode over close behind you, smelling your sweet perfume, and reaching for the book you were trying to get. He’d hand it to you all confidently.

“Thank you.” You said, flashing him a quick smile.

“Y-yeah, you’re welcome. The shelf is pretty tall, isn’t it?” He said, trying to keep the conversation flowing.

“It is,” you nodded, “I would’ve had to start jumping if it wasn’t for you giving me a hand.”

“Haha, I’m glad to be at your service.” He scratched the back of his head with a shy grin.

“Well, I’ll see you around!” You giggled, walking away from him.

GAHHHHH. He screamed internally.

He ran to his friends at the gymnasium, made them pause their basketball training just to tell them about the interaction. He’d act it out with his hands, exaggerating the movements and how you looked at him with your pretty eyes and lashes.

“Well, I’ll see you around!” He quoted you, batting his lashes.

His friends would whoop and cheer for him.

“Guys! I think I really have a chance!” He’d beat his chest like an athlete after scoring a goal.

The next time he sees you in the hallway, he builds up the courage to wave and say hi. You look a bit surprised but you waved back with a smile. That would make him bite his bottom lips to muffle a shy giggle, jogging and skipping off to tell his friends again, talking their ears off about that one short moment.

“She said hi back. I’m going to make her my wife.” Humin stated to his friends, “I need you guys to help me.”

His friends all groaned and grumbled, knowing there’s no end to this.

You sat next to him in one of his lectures. It was a three hour long lecture where the professor would read off slides. Such a drag. Everyone looked bored. Everyone was bored.

Especially Seongje. He always needed something to do. Something to entertain him…or someone to entertain him.

Seongje scanned his eyes around the class and his head turned to the side. Right next to him.

Ah, there you were. Total eye candy. His type, too.

You looked just as bored, resting your chin on your hands, drawing random shapes all over your notes while sighing out of boredom. You caught his eye in seconds, wondering why he was staring at you but he just smirked, leaned back in his chair, and went on his phone.

You got a notification on your phone. Curious, you glanced back up at him to see him smirking while looking directly at you as if he were saying: click on it.

So, you did. It was a picture of the professor’s bald head and a penis drawn on it. It was immature and utterly childish but you couldn’t help but snort. Masking it as a cough to hide the fact that you were on the verge of erupting in laughter. Your gaze met Seongje’s again and he, too, was laughing silently.

It was your turn. You airdropped an image of the professor with filter that gave him cat ears and overly large eyes. Seongje opened it in seconds and grinned ear-to-ear. He turned his phone to you to the image and gave you thumbs up.

You, a pretty girl, was entertaining him. Maybe this treacherous class wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Once class finished, you hurried out before Seongje could properly speak to you. Although he was slightly disappointed, he didn’t give up easily. He figured out your name from your airdrop so he searched it up on Instagram, quickly finding it because of your profile picture and bio with the uni in it. Without any hesitation, he clicked request to follow. Now, it was just a game of waiting.

Only minutes passed when you accepted his follow request and followed him back. Becoming IG mutuals.

During his gap before his next class, he leaned against a chair at a study room to stalk your highlights, posts, mutuals to see if you were following any guys that could be your possible interest. He then, found your Spotify, stalked your playlists, liked some of the songs and added it to his own playlist. After that, he took a sky picture, put one of your favorited songs over it and posted it on his main story for you to view.

He’d check his story watchers every few minutes to see if you viewed it or not.

Ding. He got a notification. One that made him chuckle to himself.

He got exactly what he was plotting for.

Since then, when he saw you in the hallway he’d nod your way, hands still in his pockets, walking confidently with his chin up. You’d run into him outside at the parking lots sometimes, catching him smoke a cigarette and scroll on his phone. He’d greet you by name. Which made butterflies erupt in your stomach. He enjoyed to see the way you walked by, trying to keep your gaze up instead of shying away.

In class, he’d stare down anyone that dared to sit next to him— saving the spot for you. When you came he’d just smirk and give you a small wave.

“Hey there, stranger.” He’d say, voice low.

“Hi, Seongje.” You’d smile shyly, attempting to say his name casually like any acquaintances would.

That would do some damage because you saying his name was so damn attractive to him. Say that again, say my name. He would think to himself.

He used to always consider skipping that long class before he met you. Now…not so much. He got his entertainment.

Saw you once in the hallway. Got one of the guys from the union to find information on you: your name, age, background, major, address, and class schedule.

He had your class schedule saved on his phone so he could walk past you or “accidentally” run into you whenever he wanted to.

You noticed him but didn’t know who he was— just a tall, handsome, and intimidating guy in the hallway with impeccable posture and perfume lingering around him.

If you had anyone bother you on campus, he’d somehow always be around.

A guy from one of your classes had a thing for you to the point where he had constantly bothered you for your phone number. After class, he followed you outside grabbing your wrist. Just before the situation escalated, Baekjin intervened with his hand gripping the guy arm, prying it off of you. With dangerously threatening eyes he towered over the guy in height, broad shoulders and all.

He spoke lowly, like the guy before him was the most worthless thing in the world, “You shouldn’t be bothering people.”

The guy shrunk under his gaze and cowered away.

Baekjin turned to you, sharp eyes warming when it met yours and his gaze tracked down from your head to toes

“You alright?” He asked, starting to walk.

“I am, thanks for helping.” You thanked, following after him, “He’s been bothering me for a while now.”

“If he bothers you again, just call me.” He said, handing you a slip of paper with his number neatly written down on it.

It was all too perfect. From the timing to the point where he gave you his number. Almost like it was planned all along.

You took it regardless, grateful that you had someone you could feel safe around.

“Uh, thank you. Could I get your name…so, I could put it in my contacts?” You asked.

“It’s Baekjin. Na Baekjin.” He replied.

“Baekjin…” You said to yourself while typing it in your phone, “my names y/n.”

The look on his face told you he already knew but he nodded anyway.

“Where were you heading towards?” He suddenly asked, turning his head to you.

“I was heading to the library.” You answered, shoving your phone in your pocket.

“I’ll walk you there.” He said, not giving you the chance to declined.

Not that you wanted to. Like you even had a choice.

Before parting ways, Baekjin would turn to you and say “If anyone ever bothers you. Call me. I’ll be there.”

Although he said it so monotonously without much warmth or reassurance, it made you feel safe and secured.

Baekjin would make sure his hallway crush was safe and okay so that he could run into her and walk past her like he always did without interference.

“be a freak like me, too” - whc x reader NSFW (scenarios)

with gentle, calculated movements, sieun’s fingers crawled up your throat. so agonizingly slow, every second felt like an eternity. then, his fingers wrapped around your neck, a light squeeze. watching with observant eyes, sieun noted every reaction and movement.

the slight twitch on your lips and the furrow of your brows as he tightened his hold with the perfect amount of pressure that made you let out a gasp. he settled on top of you, putting all his weight down. keeping your body immobile and in place where he could control your every movement.

“do you like that?” he asked, grip firm on your throat. he was merciless, unfaltering. taming you like the brat you were just minutes ago giving him attitude.

you clawed at his forearms, choking slightly while he held you down. you nodded pathetically. needing him to touch you elsewhere.

he controlled his fingers. he wouldn’t let go. and you didn’t want him to stop. it all felt too much and way too good. heat and desire trickled between your thighs, needing him and his hands.

he was so good with his hands.

“s-sieun—“ you choked out, grinding up into his hips, “it feels good.”

he hissed, cock straining in his sweatpants as you grinded up on him. clothed panties rubbing up on him like a needy bitch in heat. sieun choked you harder, not giving into your antics yet. his plan was to force you to wait and beg until you cried. considering your condition right now? he was close to getting what he wanted.

you gasped, eyes fluttering everywhere. tears filled up your eyes, tipping over the corners.

a whine escaped your throat, “need you s’bad!”

“now you’re all needy, huh?” he moved his hands away from your throat which was decorated with his handprints like a branding that you were his to tame. his to ruin.

sieun slithered down to look at the damp spot on your panties, licking his lips greedily, “you’re all wet, too. but i get to do whatever i want and you’re gonna lay there and take it. understand?”

you had no choice but to nod— eyes desperate and hungry.

he was stationed between your thighs, mouth smushed against you crying cunt. drool drizzled down suho’s chin, glazing the bottom half of his face over with your slick. the tips of your fingers tugged at his hair, pulling him closer. nose budging into your sensitive little clit. it made you squirm and arch, twitching up and all as if you were getting tasered with pleasure.

pleased, suho’s hum vibrated through your core. jolting, you pulled at his hair with a low moan. suho knew that was code for more. his skillful tongue slid up and down in all the right places, zigzagging around your clit until you cried out for him to stop. but he didn’t. his big arms forced you down, stilling you so that you could just take it.

“s-suho it feel s’good,” you whimpered, voice honeyed and sweet like your slick.

with a loud smack, suho licked up, moaning approvals. dick twitching in his briefs as he hungrily devoured you. he loved when you praised him— it motivated him to keep going. keep pushing you to the very edge until you were nothing but a limp body.

“ya like that, pretty?” he glanced up from underneath, watchful eyes admiring the beauty in front of him, “you like when i do this?”

he sucked on your clit like one would suck on a sweet, juicy fruit. thirsty like a mad caveman, slurping up your juices. his throat bobbed as he swallowed breaths, nose buried in your cunt. your scent shot tingles all over his body— especially his cock. it strained, painfully hard, he could come just from the sweet poison dripping from your mouth.

“yeahyeahyeah.” you breathed out like a mantra, jerking your hips up into him, “so good, so good.”

“fuck—“ he mumbled into you, shaking your body with his deep voice, “keep talking baby.”

“you’re doing so good, handsome.” you moaned, sweeting your voice, “i’m so close, baby.”

that was enough for suho. it was exactly what he wanted to hear; you were so close. he buried his tongue deeper, flattening it on your clit. in an instant, he flicked it around in speedy motions until you screamed out, orgasming. a painful grip on his head, shouting his name like it was the only word you knew. your orgasm tased every muscle, shaking up your body until you fell limp. gasping and panting, you moved your hand away from his messed-up hair.

“you’re insane.” you said shakily, motioning for suho to come closer.

“just say i’m amazing.” he winked, kissing your forehead.

a long, shaky drawl fell through humin’s mouth, watching you squirm underneath him. you struggled to take his length. it was just too big. his girth was hard to handle.

your eyes glazed over with tears that were about to spill from the intense stretch. humin loved how big he was, big hands, broad shoulders, taut muscles from working out. he used it all for your pleasure. coaxing you with soft, gentle touches— so different from his intimidating and beefy figure.

“you’re taking me so good, princess.” he spoke through gritted teeth. brows knitted together in concentration as he started to move in and out of your gushing cunt.

you stifled a moan, grabbing onto his biceps as if they were handles. he took it as an opening to start moving faster, thrusting himself inside of your warm, gooey walls.

“humin, you’re too big!” you stated, voice growing louder with the sound of his hips slapping against yours.

“i know, baby, i know.” he drawled, hands slithering up to cup your cheeks, “let me take care of you, hmm?”

you nodded helplessly, letting his tip prod at your cervix. pleasure overcame your senses, drowning you out like a tsunami. eyes closing shut, you let him pound into you. orgasm nearing with each livid stroke. he fucked you so good your eyes almost rolled back.

“m’ close—“ you choked out, smacking his shoulders to get him to look straight into you, his eyes warming with admiration. his girl looked so stunning about to combust.

“cum for me,” he encouraged, large hands locking with your smaller ones, his big size engulfing you like a shadow.

you shuddered, orgasm rushing through your body. toes curling with delight as you came. creaming his cock.

humin did not still, he kept the same pace, rutting into you until his cock twitched inside your plush walls.

“c-can i come inside? please?” his voice cracked, a pitch higher, eyes pleading with the need to fill you up.

“y-yeah.” you nodded, frantically, needing him to stuff you.

satisfaction tickled your insides. humin came, filling you right up with his warm cum. breeding you full enough for some of it to leak out through your stretched-out hole.

you mewled when his fingers swiped up the spillage, shoving it back in to pump you full. not wasting a single drop.

“thank you.” he thanked, pecking you on the lips, cock still hard for another round.

you’ve ran out of count for the times you came. overstimulated and used up, you shuddered underneath gotak who had his knuckles slamming into your pussy. middle and ring finger stretching your hole.

“gotak, i can’t take it anymore!” you complained, thighs sore from being spread for over an hour.

“you’re talking too much.” he seethed, adding a third finger to shut you fire you up.

the tips of his fingers curled into an angle that perfectly reached your sweet spot. you let out a pornographic moan, arching into him so pathetically, your complaints seemed to just be an act. you wanted him to keep going. even when your body felt like it would give out in mere seconds.

“tak, please just let me cum again!” you pleaded as his fingers motioned for your to come.

just when you were about to release, he pulled his fingers away, watching you with a grin on his face. he was edging you. greedily playing with your body as if it were a pleasure toy. his fingers pumped in and out of you. embarrassing wet sounds filling up the thick air that smelled of him and you.

“i’ll let you come…” he spoke, focused more on your pussy than on you, “in a bit.”

you groaned in frustration. impatience gnawed at your core, twirling and tightening with the closeness of an orgasm— only for it to diminish each time he pulled away. watching and teasing. the weight of exhaustion settled into your bones. you shivered, purring desperately for him to just let you cum.

you had a weapon up your sleeve to get what you wanted. it was your doe-eyed look of desperation. it always weakens him. so you did your best to look at him deer-like all innocent and needy, lips pouted downwards as you whimpered.

“pretty please?” you begged, fluttering your lashes at him.

how could he say no to that?

in an instant, his fingers were back into the place you wanted them to be. tapping and touching your cervix until finally— finally you came, releasing all over his palm and wrists with your essence. you whimpered, a beautiful sound.

“took you long enough.” you breathily stated, unmoving.

“i just wanted to see you make that face.” he chuckled, “so cute.”

“you freak.” you rolled your eyes.

you were on top of juntae. legs straddled around his waist as you bounced on his sensitive cock. juntae was all flushed and pink, watching the way your tits bounced with each, impactful bounce. your hands snaked around his neck.

you nibbled on one ear, whispering, “you’re so pathetic, i can feel how hard you are.”

he swallowed the shame down his throat yet this unknown feeling of arousal pooled in his chest. he liked it. the degrading words burning his ears. each insult, each threat made him shake with anticipation.

“i’m going to keep riding you until you pass out, stupid whore.” you threatened, gripping his shoulders.

he whimpered, fear and desire for more snapping and twisting his chain of thoughts. the sound of skin against skin clashed in the hot atmosphere— making it hard for juntae to breathe. in order to be stable, he clutched your waist, holding on tightly.

“is this pussy making you feel good? huh?” you tilted your head, biting his earlobe.

a guttural groan erupted from his chest. throwing his head back, juntae snapped his hips up, chasing his release. you smacked him on the chest, tutting in disapproval.

“tsk, tsk. you don’t get to do that.” you shook your head, “you have to keep taking it. understand?”

“y-yeah—“ he moaned, feeling your insides clam around his cock. squeezing the life out of him.

“say it louder, juntae. i can’t hear your whiny little voice” you ordered, quickening your pace as you rode him to the brink of tears.

“yes ma’am!” he cried out, hands wrapped around you as you milked his cock until he came with an embarrassingly loud whimper.

you giggled, amused by his reaction. feeling so full with his seed and cock still settled within you. you kissed him on the lips, devouring his gasps.

“good.” you hummed between kisses, “you’re so well behaved.”

your words slurred as your head lolled back, mouth dripping with drool. the bed frame rattled with each forceful thrust from seongje who was relentless. a total menace in bed as he fucked you in a mating press.

folded in half, you were helpless in the hands of seongje who found a sort of sadistic pleasure in seeing you look up at him. wide eyes pleading for him to use you. he was fucking you dumb— your eyes rolling to the back of your head, slobber every where as your mouth fell open, and the sounds— music to his ears. your loud cries and moans like a beautiful symphony.

he knew it was wrong to feel this way. to get off of this. but he couldn’t help the way it made him excited. the way it filled him up with lust so dangerous, it possessed his entire body. he was utterly aroused by your tears as you cried from pleasure and stimulation.

seongje pinned your wrists over your head, taking away your ability to move freely beneath him for support. he had full control, manhandling you as if you were a mere ragdoll. hip pistoning into you with loud slaps, you sobbed, nails digging into seongje’s big hands— the one that locked your wrists together. you felt helpless but the pleasure overwhelmed you, making you lose yourself completely.

your mind was elsewhere. only thinking about the way his cock filled you up, ravaging your guts. he railed into you, weight heavy in the mattress that dipped. a springy noise adding bass to the song of your cries.

seongje smirked, devilishly, “you can’t even think straight can you? little cock slut.”

“s-seongje!” you called out, breathing unsteady and broken.

“you’re drooling, babe.” he licked the side of your face, slippery tongue leaving a trail of his saliva on your cheek, “so fuckin’ dumb. how many fingers am i holding?” he asked, putting up three fingers.

he teased you but really, you couldn’t see straight. eyes crossing from the way his tip crashed into your cervix. it all felt so breathtaking, staggering your movements.

you blinked, one, twice, trying to make sense of what he was asking but you couldn’t form a coherent sentence. your brain was total mush— imprinted with the imagery of his muscles flexing and that evil grin while he ruined your insides. taking away your ability to walk.

“t-two?” it came out as a question.

seongje threw his back laughing. you should have felt humiliated but you simply weren’t in the state of mind to even think about that. you sniffled, legs loosely hanging over his shoulders as he pounded at a new angle. your moans turned into silent, choked-out gasps as if you were drowning.

“i fucked you so dumb, princess!” he laughed, “can’t even tell how many fingers i put up. hilarious.”

“n-not fair…” you slurred, so drunk on the heat of his body on you. it was so intimate and yet so mean.

more sobs broke from you. the demon of a man, seongje, relished in the damage he had done on your body.

“you’re such a pretty little cumslut.” he stated, slowing down his pace once he felt that you were close, walls squeezing his shaft, “my pretty girl. so fuckin’ gorgeous”

he spoke possessively, claiming you with his hands roaming around your body, squeezing your breasts and pushing down on your hardened nipples, “this pussy is mine to ruin.”

“and…” he tapped your cheek with a smirk, “we have all night. let’s see if i can make you forget your name!”

(you had to call off work for the next three days afterwards.)

“you had quite an attitude earlier…” baekjin rested his tip right at your entrance, not yet inserting it, “why’re you so quiet, now?”

“b-baekjin, i’m sorry— please just fuck me!” you pressed, hoping he’d show mercy but he didn’t move.

not one single movement as he looked at you unimpressed. like you were something so small and insignificant. it made you shrink under his gaze in embarrassment, turning your head away from his cold eyes.

“did i give you permission to look away?” he asked, voice so stern, you swallowed a knot in your throat.

“n-no, sir.” you stuttered, turning back to look straight at him.

“hmm,” he effortlessly pulled you to the edge of the bed, where he could stand and fuck you but he didn’t.

he didnt.

he just stood there, watching. his gaze almost felt insulting. the lack of movement was his way of disciplining you because he didn’t give you what you wanted. he made you earn it. like a reward.

“where were we,” he trailed off, using his hands to find your clit, making you gasp at the sensation coursing through your body, “ah, right. you want me to fuck you, yeah?”

“mhm, yes!” you nodded, humping and rutting into his two fingers that rubbed on the sensitive spot between your flaps.

“okay, then. if you’re so desperate.” he grumbled, positioning himself to your entrance.

he pushed into you without warning, moving his hips with a steady pace. it was fast and calculated, forcing you to take every inch of his veiny, thick cock— girthy too. a scream escaped your lips at the sudden intrusion. it hurt so good, you clawed at his back, scratching like a cat in heat.

“o-oh— that feels good!” you keened, lips wobbling as you got fucked into the mattress with no air to breathe.

“hold onto me tighter, y/n.” he demanded, voice threatening, “be a good girl and hold me.”

“yes s-sir—“

you obliged, digging your nails into his back so hard it would surely leave scratch marks. what you didn’t know was that baekjin loved it. he loved the aftermath of fucking you because of the evidence you left behind. long red lines drawn all over his back like a piece of art.

baekjin often looked in the mirror after, to admire the scratches you left on him. pride blooming in his chest. it was like a badge of victory, knowing how good he made you feel.

“i’m gonna c—“ you wailed as he picked up his pace, lifting your legs over his hips so that you could wrap them tightly around him, “too fast!”

“this is what you get for giving me attitude. this is the treatment you deserve.” baekjin hissed, ramming into your insides, wrecking your poor cervix.

your body curled up, arching impossibly closer to his larger frame. a pleasure-filled expression written across your face.

“i’m going to put you in your place,” he continued, fingers finding your clit again to drive you mad, “you’ll get disciplined.”

“ahh!” you glued your eyes shut when baekjin shifted his weight, slamming into you harshly until you came.

eyes gone white as if you were possessed, your body shaking and shuddering. baekjin continued until he pulled out to cum all over your stomach, painting it white with his seed. still trembling, you placed your hand on the spot on your stomach where he came, massaging it around that area and then slowly moving your sticky fingers up the valley between your breasts. fondling your own tits.

baekjin chuckled, watching you with affectionate eyes. you looked so plush and vulnerable, exhausted from getting pummeled by his dick. yet, you always took it so well, complying.

he ignored the sting and burn of your scratch marks down his back. once again, he got what he wanted.

“i blame it on your love everytime i f**k it up” - whc x reader angst-fluff (scenario)

“fine then, i won’t waste your time.”

were the last words you bitterly uttered to him before walking away. the door of his apartment slamming shut with enough force that it shook the walls as if there was a minor earthquake. the remainder of what you had left of yourself in his apartment was the bracelet you had made for him.

sieun sighed, the heat of anger cooling down into remorse.

you had showed up to surprise him for getting a 100 on algebra his midterm exam with a gift in your hand, expecting sieun to be happy to see you. but when you happily stepped into his apartment without much of a thought, sieun had scolded you for showing up unannounced. he claimed you interrupted his studies, as he still had remaining exams to take the following couple of days.

a frown drew on your face upon seeing him rub his temple and sigh. clearly irritated by you. your heart cracked slightly, but you smiled regardless, hoping you could lighten the mood by showing him the present you put time and effort to make.

three days. it took you three long days of planning to make him a bracelet that was comfortable enough for him to wear. just the right colour, just the right materials.

but you received just the wrong reaction.

“sieun, look i made you this bracelet!” you beamed, pulling it out of a velvet pouch, dangling the peace in front of him.

sieun turned away, lightly pushing it aside with another sigh as if he were fed up with you. you frowned, bringing it up to his face again. the second time around, he swatted you away, making you step back with a look of surprise.

“you don’t like it?” you asked, excitement running down.

“it’s nothing like that,” he grumbled, “i just have a lot to study and revise but you’re distracting me— showing up unannounced. i can’t waste a single second during these important times.”

“so i’m wasting your time by showing up and giving you a gift?” your tone dropped from somber to straight up betrayed.

“i didn’t say that.” he replied sternly, speaking hastily like he didn’t have the time for this.

or time for you.

you spoke lowly, “i get that you’re busy with exams but treating me like i’m a waste of your time isn’t fair. and also, i never complain when you show up unannounced. this isn’t fair.”

he answered, “look, i have to study, i will call you lat—“

he couldn’t finish his sentence. you were out the door. out into the rain. leaving sieun and his bracelet behind.

he gaped, suddenly hyper aware that what he did was so very wrong. and letting you walk out would kill him from the inside and out with guilt.

guilt felt like venom, intoxicating his veins, quickening his pulse as if it were leaping within his skin.

bolting through the doors of his apartment, sieun prayed with clenched knuckles to be able to catch you. the rain blurred his field of vision, making it hard for him to see what was ahead of him. dark clouds loomed over his head, engulfing him into what felt like the reflection of his mind— thundering and a total chaos filled with regret. footsteps splashed through puddles as he ran down the street leading to your house.

the heavy downpour had soaked him within seconds of being out. he panted, ignoring the exhaustion thrumming in his chest as he feverishly looked around, searching for you. catching his breath. he remembered the sadness take over your excitement earlier. a stab to his chest.

why was i so mean? he cursed at himself.

he called out, “y/n!”

no response. he walked farther ahead.

“y/n!”

a thunder crashed. he kept on walking.

“y/n!” his voice came out broken like a cry. desperate to be able to hear you call him back.

and you did.

voice nearing from the distance, “sieun?”

he turned around, heart racing rapidly in his chest. to his relief, you had an umbrella, completely dry. you looked concerned as you walked closer to your soaking wet boyfriend.

“sieun what the hell?” you pulled him by the arm, closer to you until he was under the umbrella, standing with you arm-in-arm.

“y/n, im sorry,” he spoke breathlessly, looking at you with glossy eyes, “i was mean.”

he hadn’t noticed the redness around your until he stepped closer. you were crying.

“you were mean.” you sniffled, still nice enough to wipe down his forehead with the sleeve of your hoodie.

“i was so busy with studying, i made you feel like you weren’t worth my time. im sorry. you know you’re worth every second.” he continued, leaning into your touch, “and i love when you show up unannounced. i was so stressed with everything i took it out on you and that doesn’t excuse my behaviour.”

“can you please come back? let me redo this, please?” he pleaded, eyes glassy.

“you’re not gonna be an ass this time?” you asked, quickly rubbing the tears away from your eyes.

“i won’t. i promise.” he said and he meant it.

“okay.” you nodded.

“by the way, the bracelet you made me…it’s amazing.” he scratched the back of his neck to ease the tense air.

“you think so?” you hummed, a smile creeping its way on your face when he showed you his wrist decorated with your work.

he looked pleased, eyeing his bracelet with adoration, “this will be my lucky charm for the exam.”

he sounded deadpan and serious, you didn’t bother to poke fun at him or question the fact that he wasn’t all that believing when it came to that kind of stuff. instead, you wrapped your arms around his, walking along.

“what is your issue?” suho sighed gruffly, watching you with a questioning glare in his eyes.

“i told you to grab the blue ones, not the pink ones!” you argued, pointing at the bag full pink balloons.

“i don’t see the problem here, babe.” he shrugged carelessly, lollipop in his mouth.

a groan escaped your lips hearing how unbothered he sounded.

you had planned out a birthday party for a close friend. hours went into planning, from the decorations to the snacks, to even specific songs you’d have blasting on speakers. now, you were running out of time, with only an hour left to blow the balloons. but you were met with a huge blunder because of suho’s lack of attentiveness.

hurt and disappointed and frankly, exhausted from doing all the work. you hunched against the wall, staring bitterly at the bag of balloons.

“you seriously don’t see the problem? the whole theme of this party is meant to be ocean themed. the ocean ain’t fucking pink!” you raised your voice, making suho stumble back on his seat in fear, “i’ve been here since 7 in the morning— decorating everything and running around and when i tell you to do something, you don’t even do it properly. suho, you were literally on your phone when i was giving instructions.”

“okay, calm down, how bout’ i quickly run to the store and grab the blue balloons and i’ll inflate them all for you so you can get some rest. how does that sound, hmm?” he sounded like a father trying to cheer up a child after it got injured.

it didn’t make you feel any better. his indifference and unbothered attitude made you feel worse. you turned your back to him to leave. a tear you had been fighting to hold back slipped down you cheek. you turned away to sniffle and hide the fact that you were right on the verge of a break down.

suho, stepped closer, realizing that you were actually upset.

“forget it. i’ll get it myself.” you said, voice wavering.

suho frowned, seeing you give up on him. he grabbed your wrist to stop you from leaving. he stood watching you, your hair and clothes a mess. regret ran down his body, making his eyes soften up. you looked exhausted and disheveled from putting in so much effort. more tears flowed down, your lips wobbling as you stared at him.

the guilt of his inattentive attitude and the result of it made suho bite the inside of his cheek. he sighed, pulling you back into the room until he was hugging you into his chest. immediately, you gave in, the tug of exhaustion melting you tight into his touch. you didn’t hold him back, though— you just stood there, arms folded over your chest as you quietly sobbed.

“let me make things right. we don’t have much time and you know how good i am at speed running this…uh…balloon stuff.” he fumbled his words, scared at the glare you gave him but a low chuckled scratched your throat, breaking down your broken facade.

“if you’re late by even a minute i’ll slice your nose off,” you threatened, wiping away tears and snot with the back of your sleeve. suho made a horrified expression, covering his nose with both his hands in defense, turning away from you.

“yes, boss!” he saluted.

you smacked him on the back, urging him forward. he hurriedly grabbed his jacket, opening the door the leave.

for a short moment, suho stuck his head back into the party room to look at you— your arms still crossed over your chest while you tapped your foot on the ground impatiently. you raised a brow at him, looking down at the imaginary watch on your wrist, you tapped it. indicating that he needed to hurry. your tear stained face turning into something more demanding— a little sexy too.

“clocks ticking, suho.” you reminded, voice still monotone.

within a matter of seconds he was out the door and back with the right colour of balloons and your favorite drink in one hand. surprised, you took both items into your hands, looking at the now feeble looking man in front of you. he watched intently, waiting for you to yell and swear at him but instead you put the balloon and the drink on the table to stride over to him.

he closed his eyes, anticipating an angry outburst but instead he was caught by surprise when you kissed him on the nose, “if you can inflate all these balloons in the next 20 minutes, i will spare your nose and even…give you a kiss.”

no next words were needed, suho was on the ground with a balloon in his mouth, puffing out all the air he had his lungs into the blue piece of rubber. you watched, satisfied. sipping on your drink while leaning against the wall.

at last, he was done. suho managed to blow every single one of the balloons in the bag and even taped them on the wall, adding dolphin and shark stickers along with them. he turned towards you for approval every few minutes as you instructed him, sitting on a chair with your legs crossed.

he jumped off the ladder, showing off to you with a proud smile on his cheek. you nodded, impressed earning a ‘yes!’ from him.

“does this mean my nose is spared, boss?” he leaned closer.

“i think so…” you breathed, inching closer to kiss him on the lips.

“hey guys!” your friend’s voice interrupted the moment, causing you and suho to shoot your heads towards the door, looking up awkwardly.

“what a cock blocker.” suho muttered under his breath.

the sound of sneakers squeaking and balls bouncing on the gymnasium floor echoed. your eyes stuck to gotak who had been training tirelessly for the last one week because his basketball team would play against a rival school. he had become serious since the announcement, isolating himself in the gym to workout.

no one bothered to tell him to take a break nor to take it easy. as his partner, you had to taken it upon yourself to bring him down. you could tell, he had been overworking himself.

the bags under his eyes dark and that familiar slump in his shoulders reserved for when he was tired. you had been watching him in the doorway of the gymnasium for the last ten minutes but gotak had been too engrossed in bouncing the ball and shooting it to notice you standing there.

you cleared your throat, calling out to him, “how’s practice?!”

he turned, sweat gleaming on his forehead, raven strands of hair sticking to it in pieces. he let out an exhausted huff, jogging over to you sloppily. if he pushed himself any longer, you were certain he would faint and not make it to the game.

“when did you get here?” he asked, placing his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“ten minutes ago. you didn’t even notice me.” you teased, nudging him, he winced clearly weak.

“i gotta practice as much as i can. the upcoming game is an important one.” he said while wiping the sweat off his forehead with a towel he found on the floor.

“practice is great but so is getting enough rest. have you been sleeping okay?” you raised a brow stepping closer to him to observe his beaten-down face, “you look like a zombie, go.”

“i’m getting plenty of sleep,” he turned away, stretching his neck, “you don’t need to worry, i’m okay.”

as he was about to turn around to grab a ball from the ground, he groaned, an ache punching at his weak knee. he crouched down, slouching over to clutch on the area of pain. gotak hissed, cussing to himself as he forced himself back up. when he stood, his balance clearly seemed off, stumbling and not walking straight.

you couldn’t watch him like this anymore— grabbing him by the arm to give him support.

“you’re clearly not okay.” you complained, concern lacing your voice as you guided him to a wall he could lean against.

“it’s just a cramp. i’ll be fine.” he gently moved your hand away from his arm, but the masked pain in his eyes looked so clear you shook your head, gripping his arm.

“no. gotak. you are not.” you snapped sternly, “you’re over exerting yourself. you have been for the past one week and thats not good for you. have you seen yourself? you can’t even walk in a straight line, babe, you need to rest. please.”

“you don’t get it.” he muttered, turning his head to meet your gaze, “i have to work ten times harder than everybody else because i have this weak knee. i can’t waste a single second slacking off. so stop acting like you know what im going through because you don’t. and just let me be!”

“gotak…” gloom coated your voice so thick it sounded as if it were drowned out by all the other thoughts in gotak’s head that screamed at him to stop speaking anymore hurtful words.

his tongue worked faster than his mind, “and stop lecturing me about sleep and rest. i get plenty. it’s getting really annoying.”

“so caring for you is annoying now?” your voice cracked as you took a step back in utter disbelief and hurt.

“i didn’t—“ he sighed, putting a palm on his forehead.

“whatever. if you wanna keep pushing yourself so hard then go for it. i was worried about you but clearly that’s a crime now.” your voice sounded bitter like venom, pricking gotak’s skin till it burned him with guilt.

your hurt eyes made his heart jump out of his chest and he knew then, that he was wrong for lashing out on you.

“wait— baby, i didn’t mean it like that.” gotak called out as you started to walk away from him out the gym.

he followed, desperation so deep in his bones, the energy he had lost from practicing came right back.

he needed to apologize.

“y/n, wait!” he said grabbing your shoulder, tugging you till you turned to face him.

gotak’s heart broke; your face was soaked with tears. nostril flaring as you avoided looking into his eyes. you couldn’t stand him in the moment, it hurt too much.

“i’m so sorry. i was harsh for no reason.” he placed his hands on your shoulders, hoping it would hold you firm, but your gaze was away from him— somewhere far and distant.

“i know you’re worried about me and that means so much— fuck— I’m so sorry— i got mad because you’re right. i am exhausted and i haven’t gotten much sleep. i just— i just don’t wanna fall behind. my knee already makes it fucking hard for me already.”

a beat passed. then another. you blinked away your tears, sniffling quietly as you stared down at his knees and then up at his slumped shoulders. his throat bobbed in anticipation as he waited and waited for a response. scared you’d walk away.

“i know how hard it is to have a bad knee as an athlete and i know you feel left behind, gotak. but i know and you know more than i do that you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” you started, ignoring the lodge stuck in your throat.

you continued, “and you know what else i know? you’re a damn good player.”

“y-you think so?” his voice mellowed from desperate to sheepish, taking your compliment like a treat.

“i know so.” you nodded, “good players know their limits and know when to stop. right, hyuntak?”

“right, y/n.” he sighed, taking your hands into his, he lowered his head to kiss your knuckles and then each finger, one by one.

he didn’t stop until he kissed all ten fingers, pink blush bright on his flushed face. next, he kissed your wrists and then your palms, inhaling the scent of your hands with a kind of longing that a solider would have for their lover that they reunited after years of war. he leaned into your warmth, letting himself finally acknowledge his limits. you pet him on the head, running your hand down his jaw to kiss him on the cheek. moving closer, gotak rested his forehead on your shoulder, inhaling your scent with a hum. your fingers found the back of his head, scratching and massaging it— earning soft sighs from sweaty gotak who was glued to you.

“i forgive you.” you whispered, pulling away to lace your fingers with his clammy ones, “let’s go wash up and take a nap.”

“could we, maybe, cuddle?” he asked shyly, lazily following after you without protesting.

“we can.” you winked, pulling his arm over your shoulders.

you rubbed your temple, exhausted from an excruciatingly long day at school. assigned cleaning duties, you had taken it upon yourself to clean the entire classroom as no one else in your group showed up on this very day. leaving you alone to do everything on your own.

you padded towards the couch where juntae sat comfortably, waiting for you to cuddle up into him.

“how was your day?” juntae asked, pulling you into a warm embrace.

you immediately melted in, squeezing your cheek against his chest, “exhausting. i could sleep for a week straight.”

“that bad?” he asked sheepishly, combing his fingers through your hair.

“mhm, no one in my group showed up and i had to do everything by myself,” you complained.

“couldn’t have been that bad…” juntae drawled, tracing circles on your back, unaware of the tenseness in your shoulders.

“i’m serious,” you groaned, “i had to move all the desks by myself and then sweep and mop the floor. after that, i had to clean all the windows and wipe the boards. i had to stay back until the janitor told me to go home.”

juntae smiled, not picking up on the fact that you were actually upset, “don’t you think you’re complaining too much, love?”

“complaining?” you shot up, rolling your eyes, “why don’t you try doing it after a long day?”

juntae immediately reacted, pulling you back into his arms with wide eyes, “i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i know it must’ve been hard.”

“hmph.” you whined, irritated at your boyfriend.

“let me give you a nice massage,” he proposed, hoping you wouldn’t turn him down with your bitter mood, “after that, i’ll make you whatever you want to eat.”

at that, you perked up with a smile on your face. juntae smiled back, relieved you weren’t too mad at him.

“so i get to sit back and do nothing, right?” you asked, getting up so that juntae could roll up his sleeves, readying himself to give you the greatest massage of your entire life.

“of course,” he said, pointing for you to lay on your stomach on the couch as he got up, “all you need to do is relax and close your eyes.”

“this is bad, juntae,” you mumbled against the couch, “i’m going to get way too used to this.”

“heh…i don’t mind,” he scratched his head with a shy grin.

that massage was so good you woke up the next morning feeling like a brand new person.

humin was running late to the plans he made with you for the entire day. you were to meetup in front of a supermarket early in the morning but he had missed his alarm.

he ran around the house with a toothbrush stuffed into his mouth, tripping over his trousers and scattered clothes. he looked at the watch and gasped, sprinting to the bathroom the spit out the watery toothpaste on the sink. with a loud smack, humin hit himself awake.

you waited, looking down at your phone to read the time every now and then. knowing humin, you were certain that he was running late. imagining him fumbling through his room like an idiot, you giggled to yourself shaking your head when two guys around your age approached you.

“hey, uh, could you please point us to where the bowling alley is?” one asked, hands in his pocket. although he looked intimidating he spoke gently with manners.

“yeah, so if you turn right from here, you just have to walk straight for a couple minutes and then you’ll see an underpass that goes through an alleyway. keep walking and turn left, you’ll see the bowling alley.” you instructed, using your hands to point in the directions they needed to take.

“is that the shortcut?” the other one asked, looking even more intimidating with a tall stature and deep voice but he smiled, easing away your nerves.

you nodded, “yeah, the other way takes like twenty minutes.”

“nice, thanks a ton.” the first guy spoke, tapping for his friend to start walking.

“thank you.” the other added, walking ahead.

they waved goodbye and you waved back smiling and nodding. your eyes trailed to a familiar figure approaching you from the side. it was humin, looking at you wide-eyed. gaze full of concern as he stomped towards you protectively. stepping between you and the two guys who were already out of your sight.

he grabbed your shoulder, touching your face, observing all over.

“are you okay? did they do something to you?!” humin asked breathlessly, touching your arms and tilting your head for any signs of injury.

you dodged him, stepping backwards, “what? no. i just gave them directions. why would they hurt me?”

“because!” he snapped, causing you to flinch, “those guys are from the union. i clearly told you to stay away from them.”

“how was i supposed to know? you hardly tell me anything about this ‘union’.” you shrugged, not bothered as much.

“you need to take this seriously. those guys are dangerous.” humin seethed, voice deep with frustration.

“take it easy, humin.” you waved your hands up and down for him to cool, “they were harmless.”

“no!” he yelled, you gaped dumbfounded at his outburst, “you have to do as i say!”

“don’t shout at me.” you warned, “you can’t expect me to be paranoid of every person in this neighborhood just because of some ‘union’ you won’t even tell me about.”

humin’s gaze lowered, realizing he was raising his voice at you. the fury in his eyes turned to regret as he looked at you. your expression thrown off and irritated.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “i’m sorry, sweetheart, i didn’t mean to yell at you like that.”

you glared shards of ice at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

wilting like a flower, humin’s posture slumped in defeat. he came up closer, moping and staring at you puppy-eyed. begging for you to just look at him, but you jutted your jaw, looking elsewhere. petty as it was, you still were upset with him for acting out. all you did was help out someone but in return you got yelled at. it was supposed to be a fun date. you were supposed to be smiling, not frowning.

“baby, please, look at me.” humin tugged at your sleeve, hoping to meet your eyes.

“please? i’m sorry for yelling at you. i didn’t mean to get so heated.” he pleaded, his voice ending in a whine.

“don’t do that again,” finally, you looked at him, heart thudding the closer he came to your face.

“i won’t, i wont,” he whispered, leaning down mere centimeters from your face.

“good…” you answered breathily.

you closed your eyes, allowing him to softly kiss you on the lips. it lasted for a long, hungry moment— both of you just standing there in each other’s warmth. humin pulled away to rest his forehead on yours.

“i was just worried about you” he uttered, breath warm against your face.

“i know, humin.” you responded, “that means so much.”

he took your hands, pulling away, “and about the union…it’s a long story.”

“well…have all day.” you let him tangle his fingers with yours, starting to walk.

“okay so it started back in elementary school…”

he told you everything on your bus ride to the theme park, resting his head on your shoulders. much more clingier than usual. scared that you’d get mad and run away again. however, you listened intently. internally noting to be more careful when speaking to some of the guys in your area. now more aware of the union.

he promised you this wouldn’t happen again. you had held onto his pinky a little longer, hoping— praying he’d keep his promise. but he didn’t.

after a fight with some thugs, you made seongje promise not to hurt innocent, uninvolved people. and he was doing so good. barely getting into fights, barely getting into trouble. you were relieved that you wouldn’t have to worry about him getting caught up in fights anymore.

once again, you were left hurting and betrayed by seongje’s actions.

that hope was short lived— because now you were standing beside him in an alleyway, shocked and pressed up against a wall as he panted, staring down at a beat up guy on the ground. his lips were split at the corner, blood oozing from it. with bruised eyes, he stared up at seongje with horror in his eyes.

an animalistic glint lit up seongje’s eyes, a snarl leaving his lips, “what did i say about looking me in the eyes?”

the guy winced, trying to crawl away but seongje was in action— ready to kick him on the shoulder. you stopped him. stepping up with your hands out. you turned your head to mouth ‘run’ to the guy on the ground. hastily, he complied, lifting himself up, limping away as fast as he could out of danger. away from seongje.

you wanted to curl up into a ball and scream but you stood still, looking straight into the unimpressed gaze of your boyfriend who blankly stared at you.

“stay out of it, darling. i need to teach him a lesson.” he huffed, lightly pushing you aside.

you clutched his arm, dragging him back to you with a grumble, “that’s enough, seongje.”

mustering up the strength to speak, you swallowed hard before saying, “you broke your promise.”

seongje froze. the vivid memory of you laughing and intertwining your pinky with his flashing in his mind.

it had completely left his mind from the blurry anger that possessed him minutes prior when the rascal bumped into him and told him to watch where he was going. it wasn’t a big deal, really, but it struck a nerve. making seongje spin back to his violent urges, going straight for a punch on the nose of the guy who dared to look at him and tell him off.

no one, absolute, no one could tell him off.

and nothing was more dangerous than crossing lines with seongje when he was pissed off. he became unstoppable— sheer force in every movement, thrashing around mindlessly yet never missing a hit. he turned into a preying wolf.

even you, the one he would never ever hurt became scared.

seongje hated many things and one of the things he despised the most was seeing you upset. that frown on your lips and that glassy look in your eyes broke his heart into a million pieces. he could never forgive himself for being the reason for that.

especially not after he had vowed to never hurt another innocent person for your sake.

his heartbeat slowed for merely a second before it picked up— much faster than before when he was punching around. faster because the realization of what he had done dawned on him abruptly. there was not a single change in his expression, but his eyes— there was a slight waver. a glint of remorse pooling into his dark irises, darkening it deeper. a shade of guilt. his eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at his hands that were shaking and then up at you, who looked betrayed.

“shit.” he hissed to himself, needing a cigarette and for time to go back so that he could keep his knuckles in check.

i’ll do better this time he thought to himself let me go back in time. it was too late. you began slipping away from him, padding over to walk the opposite direction.

“y/n, come back.” he called out, jogging after you.

he had never sounded so desperate, you almost stopped in your tracks. stubborn, you kept on walking.

“i didn’t mean to break our promise.” he insisted, catching up, walking faster to stand in front of you.

“but you did.” you fumed, “and i don’t want to hear excuses. i’ve heard plenty before.”

“i promise…i wont break my promise again,” he continued, trying to grab hold of your hands only to get it smacked away.

deserved.

“so you could break it again?” you scoffed, pushing past him.

“baby, please.” a crackle in his voice made you freeze.

never had you heard him sound so defeated. the strings of your heart pulled at you— pulling you back to him. planting your feet where you were so he could hold you.

“if i give you another chance, you’re just gonna do it again.” a tear slipped past your eyes.

a flicker of sadness pulled at the corners of seongje’s mouth, forming a frown on his face. you had never seen him like this. looking so depleted and sad.

“i won’t go back to my words this time. i’ll never forgive myself. just, please, don’t walk away, y/n.” he spoke fast, so desperate you had to step closer to place a hand on his shoulder to hold him down, “you gave me so many chances, i know that. give me one last chance. and if i break it—“

the thought disturbed him so deeply it sickened him enough till fell silent. not letting his mind go there; to the thought of losing you forever.

“i won’t walk away.” you assured, voice dripping with gentle warmth. the one he always leaned into after a long day.

“then, you have to do something to make this right. i’ll give you one last chance.” you demanded, swiping the stray tear from your face.

“tell me and i’ll do it. anything.” he straightened up.

“go apologize to that guy.”

surely, it was a slap to his ego to do something like that but he knew he had to do this. he’s never had to apologize or lower himself for anyone but you humbled him so deeply he felt almost grateful for it.

seongje complied, going up to the guy to apologize and shake hands— even running to the nearby pharmacy to grab him some bandaids. you watched from afar, satisfied by his obedience and desperation. when he jogged up to your afterwards you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his neck so tightly he let out a choked breath while holding you back.

“please don’t break your promise again.” you mumbled into him.

“i won’t.” his voice came muffled and you knew he meant it.

it was the third time this month where baekjin was late to a date. too focused on the union and its ongoings, he had completely left you in the dust, leaving you buried away in his mind. it felt like you were the least important thing in his life.

a tremor in your hands made you shakily put your phone back in your pockets. sighing, you watched your breath twirl away into the crisp air. dancing away like a ghost. baekjin did not receive your third call.

you were to meet up with him outside your favourite restaurant but an hour had passed in the cold and you were freezing. the effort you had put into your appearance and the excitement diminished by the seconds. a bitter taste laced your tongue in fear and trepidation.

was he in trouble? hurt?

with baekjin followed uncertainty and danger. leaving you to always worry. you knew he always won but it came instinctively, rooting from within. have some confidence in me he had once told you after a fight. however, you couldn’t swallow the anxiety bubbling in your stomach, making you nauseous.

frantic, you paced around, thumb in your mouth. ignoring the shiver running down your spine. you wondered if it was the cold or the anxiety.

your fingers and nose felt numb from the cold breeze blowing in the air, twirling your hair along. ducking, you tried to evade the wind. your teeth chattered, ears stinging as if they were frozen when something heavy weighed on your shoulders— warming you up.

shocked, you spun around to meet baekjin’s apologetic gaze as he wrapped his long coat around you. patting your shoulders down, then he stepped forward, snow crunching beneath his feet as he took off his scarf to wrap it around your neck. you indulged in the warmth, the anxious coil in your stomach turned into something within the lines of relief that he was okay and disappointment because he was always late.

you felt like a second choice.

“baekjin, you’re late again.” your voice muffled in the knitted scarf he had wrapped around you.

“i’m sorry. the boys took a while to arrive at the meeting spot so i had to wait.” he answered, grabbing— or trying to grab a hold of your hands.

you pulled away, stubbornly balling your fists in your pockets, “is the union more important than me? you’ve barely made time for me— time for us the past few months.”

it felt childish to complain and whine about this issue. deep down, you knew how important it was for baekjin to keep everything in order. his life was always on the line. one mistake, and he’d have to bear the consequences in ways you never wanted to imagine. a confusing swirl of emotions overwhelmed you as you thought over everything. from the dangers of baekjin’a job to the distance growing between you two.

you couldn’t take it anymore. a soft sob rumbled in your throat, making baekjin completely freeze in his tracks, sharp eyes taking in your damp face. any more second outside, your cheeks would freeze.

“y/n, you know that’s not true.” his hands came to brush hair away from your face, “you’re important to me and that’s why i have to make sure the union is doing good. i want to be with you. and to have that…i need to do everything.”

“but why can’t you make time for me?!” you blurted out, “i don’t remember the last time we sat down and ate together, let alone the last time i touched you!”

more tears fell from your face, blurring your vision. the look of guilt drawn all over baekjin’a face. his shoulders slouched, making him look less intimidating. his sharp eyes, softening. he hadn’t realized how deprived he was of you until he recalled the last time you had spent time together.

he hadn’t realized how badly he missed you until his body moved on its own, pulling you into an embrace.

with arms wrapping around you, baekjin grunted, so exhausted from everything, “i should have been more present. i didn’t realize how much time i lost with you because of everything.”

he held you tighter, chest pressing against yours as he stayed limp against your body. his tall stature curving into you. your hands creeped up his back, wearily hugging him back. you were upset, but more than that, you missed him. you missed your baekjin.

“i miss you, baekjin.” you mumbled into his chest, voice shaking as you cried into him, “i understand how your work is too. i don’t— i don’t wanna lose you to it.”

baekjin hushed you, trying to comfort the worries away like he always did. it lasted temporarily— that false sense of relief. the fear of losing him always lurked closer than you wanted it to.

“i missed you too.” he rubbed his thumb on your back, whispering to you, “i’ll do anything i can to be with you and make time for you.”

“and…” he pulled away, hands cupping your cheeks, “i won’t be late to another date.”

you were so lost in the moment, you didn’t realize that it started snowing. snowflakes stuck to baekjin’a gelled hair and lashes, making him look silly. a giggle erupted from within along with a sob. you sounded and probably looked insane. baekjin raised a brow but you hugged him again, not wanting to let go. not wanting to waste a single second.

he held you back instantly, staying silent. not another word was spoken for a long moment as you held each other under the snow storm. unbothered by the fact that you were practically covered in snow, looking like two snow monsters romancing out in the dark.

“it’s too cold, how are you not freezing?” you shivered, asking baekjin who was only his sweater as he sacrificed his coat and scarf for you.

“you’re keeping me warm like this.” he responded, sounding so sure and indifferent to the freezing cold.

“you look like a yeti,” you teased, breaking apart from the hug.

“you should see yourself.” a smile formed on his face making you gasp, offended at his remark.

“i’d say i’m a pretty good looking yeti.” you retorted, flaunting the frozen bits of your hair.

“that. i agree with.” he nodded, sounding serious as ever.

“let’s go inside and warm up, baekjin.” you tugged him towards the door of the restaurant.

“took us long enough.” he chuckled, letting you take lead, “i’ll really make it up to you when we go home.”

“how can you say that with a straight face?!” you made a face of concern, still laughing at his comment.

he shrugged, “when i say ill do something, i do it.”

“banana flavoured air” - geum seongje x reader (fluff)

you didn’t smoke much, never liked it. nicotine didn’t have the effect everyone always talked so highly about on you.

yes, you’ve smoked a couple times— trying out geek bars, drop vapes, and even cigarettes— none of it really appealed to you.

sure, the artificial sugary taste was momentarily pleasant but, in the long run, you just weren’t a smoker. neither did you discriminate those who did. when bored, you’d even take a puff or two from a friend for the short fun of tasting sweetness in your inhale. exhaling out its scent. plus, you even had favorite flavors. just never bothered to commit to it.

you even carried a lighter with you just incase someone around you needed a smoke. sometimes, a friend would offer you a cig— and sometimes you agreed. most times, however, you declined with a cheeky smile saying ‘i want my lungs healthy’ to tease them.

to you, the smell of cigarettes bought a sort of comfort that vapes didn’t. the smokey aroma carried a waft of nostalgia that you could never turn away from. you wondered to yourself that maybe— just maybe it was because it reminded you of someone you held closer than you wanted to— or should’ve.

someone you walked alongside even when uncertainty followed. a person who sought out danger and risk. like an addict, you found yourself going back to him.

geum seongje. and his signature scent of smoke and cheap cologne that every other guy wore. for you, it was different, it was appealing. unlike the cigarettes you strayed away from, seongje was something— someone you kept going back to.

seongje quickened his pace, looking at you with a look of question, “could you walk next to me instead of in front of me? makes me look like a creep following you around.”

“well, my bad,” you raised your hands into the air in surrender with a tone of mockery, smile wide across your face.

he walked ahead, turning around to blow smoke on your face with a shit-eating grin on his face, eyes full of playful glint. you waved the smoke away with a false look of irritation, rolling your eyes. he took a long inhale, holding his breath to let the nicotine travel into his lungs. then, slowly, methodically, he blew it out in short increments of time. keen eyes watching you observe in awe.

he noticed everything. from the way you shied away from his gaze, to the way you bit the inside of your cheeks to hide your lips from quivering. looking at you was as pleasant as smoking to seongje.

you turned away, not wanting him to notice you utterly enthralled by the act.

“you wanna try?” he asked, holding the half-smoked bud out to you.

you shook your head, pushing his hand away, “nah, i got something better.” you said, fiddling through your pockets to show him a banana flavored vape your friend had given you to hold onto for the weekend because they were out fishing with their parents.

“banana flavoured?” he quirked a brow in amusement, taking it from your hand to observe the yellow lines around it, “i bet it tastes like ass crack.”

“and you know what ass crack tastes like. gross.” you wretched, pointing a finger to your mouth to pretend you were throwing up.

at that he chuckled, “why? do you like it? didn’t know you smoked.”

“hmm, well, i smoke here and there. rarely.” you shrugged, “i haven’t tried this flavor, though.”

“want me to go first?” he offered, turning on the vape, “i prefer actual cigarettes but for you, i will.”

he winked. that god damn wink that sent you off the edge each time. you bit the inside of your cheek, heart fluttering in your chest upon hearing his offering.

“do it, then,” you motioned, urging him to take a hit.

he did so, a prolonged one, closing his eyes dramatically. then he coughed. once. twice. at the third, he burst into a fit of coughs. the look of disgust so evident on his face, you felt genuine concern.

“that. is. rancid.” he said cough by cough, pounding his chest.

he handed the vape to you, huffing and puffing like he emerged from water after drowning. you took it, observing the killer little machine in your hand.

then you took a hit. slow and steady. letting the air hit your lung and the flavor linger into your mouth.

a moment of deafening silence passed and you coughed. unlikes seongje, you went straight to gasping and choking for air, cussing out loud like a sailor. he watched, laughing and pointing a finger at you.

“this tastes like ass crack!” you shrieked, fanning yourself like a diva.

“i told you!” he laughed, clamping his palms together while shaking his head at the comedy before him, “now who’s saying it tastes like ass?”

“never-fucking-again.” you shook your head, shoving the vape in your pockets, “never.”

“should’ve just smoked the cig i offered…” he sighed, sounding heartbroken, “would’ve been an indirect kiss.”

“what?” you stopped in your tracks.

but seongje picked up his pace fast enough that you had to start jogging after him.

“hey! repeat what you just said!” you called after him, running out of breath.

“why don’t you catch me and find out!” he shouted back, jogging even faster, “or are you scared it’ll taste like ass crack?”

“ASSHOLE!” you yelped breathlessly, following behind with eagerness, “you’re making me go bananas!”

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~ WEAK HERO CLASS MASTERLIST ~

“don’t shy away from me” (fluff)

“kiss it kiss it better” (fluff)

“i think im falling for you” - pt. 1 (fluff)

“i think im falling for you” - pt. 2 (fluff)

holding hands with the whc boys (fluff)

“i blame it on your love everytime i f**k it up” (angst to fluff)

“Can you see me? I’m waiting for the right time” (fluff)

“i’m gonna tear into your soul” (smut)

“be a freak like me, too” (smut)

baekjin x reader (smut)

seongje x reader (smut)

Seongje x reader (fluffy smut)

“bruises between us” - seongje x reader

“tethered by violence” (prologue for “bruises between us”)

“i’ll be on your side each time” gotak x reader

“it’ll be our swan song” - park humin x reader

“banana flavoured air” - seongje x reader