“i’m gonna tear into your soul” - weak hero class NSFW (scenarios)

sieun had your body studied down to the very bones. he spent hours with his fingers between your thighs to memorize all the spots that made your toes curl. comically enough, sieun somehow always managed to keep his composure. calm, collected, cool, lidded-eyes trailing down all your sensitive parts until you shivered in embarrassment all while shoving his fingers deep in a cruel pace. a stark contrast to his gentle demeanor.

in a way, it felt as if he were teasing you with his watchful eyes. taunting you. making you run from it.

two of his fingers curled upwards, prodding at your sweet spot in an agonizingly slow rhythm, as if he were beckoning you to come. which you were— in another way. you were quite literally about to come as he massaged your thighs with one hand while the other was knuckles deep in your soaking wet pussy.

a broken cry left your lips, “sieun! right there!”

“here?” he asked, pumping right into the place that had you clenching your thighs with his hands between them.

“mhm!” you nodded shakily, grinding up into his hands.

your clit rubbed right against the heel of his palm causing your hips to jolt and jerk from the stimulation. electricity shot through your body with each calculated pump. you were close. so close. eyes falling shut, you gripped onto the bed sheets, throwing your head back in a raw sob, wracking your vocal cords.

your orgasm struck you like lightning, sending waves down your spine. goosebumps shot through your skin, feeling an odd cooling sensation run down your skin. sieun, however, did not stop his fingers from moving in and out of your slicky cunt, relishing in the vulgar wet sounds coming from between your legs. a slight, unnoticeable smirk creased his face as he studied your every move. observing the way you gasped every time his fingers slightly pulled out and the way your back arched against his hands when he pushed it back in with force, hitting just the right spot.

“s-sieun— no more—!” you cried out in a pathetic attempt to stop him.

“just one more.” he uttered, ignoring the way you tried to smack his arm away.

his fingers were sticky, beginning to prune from being dug into you for hours on end. you wondered how much longer you could last, it felt as if you had nothing left to give. body growing slack and shaking from overstimulation.

a light slap to your clitoris made you squeal, jerking your hips down to run away from sieun’s fingers. he worked mercilessly, waiting for you to break and shatter under his hold. he slapped again, sending more shockwaves throughout your core.

your eyes fluttered shut, the overwhelming stimulation rolling in your stomach. you were gonna come. again.

“i-i’m gonna come…” you whined, warning sieun who seemed pleased with your response.

“then come.” he breathed out, sultry eyes watching your body stutter with each thorough pump.

and you came. hard.

you cried out, not caring that your neighbors could probably hear you and know exactly what was going on behind the walls but you couldn’t care less. a burning sensation coursed through your muscles, tugging at you from over exertion and pleasure. throat sore from screaming out sieun’s name.

as sieun pulled away, he watched you tremble, lips quivering. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. a reward for behaving and taking it so well.

“you did good,” he said, shoving his arousal-slicked fingers into your mouth, “taste yourself.”

“hmfff—“ you gagged around his fingers, tasting yourself.

tongue pushing against his sticky fingers.

“good girl.”

there was a primal urge that possessed suho every time you climbed on top of him. his chest heaved up and down as you straddled his lap. you’ve done this many times, it almost felt routine. but for suho, each time felt like the first. a sort of excitement that never wore out no matter how many times you did it. he could never get enough of watching you hovering over him with your sly eyes, brows knitting in concentration.

suho thinks you look the most beautiful like this.

you swallowed, lining up his rock-hard cock to your entrance. the tremble in your hands didn’t go unnoticed by suho as he grabbed you by the hips, rubbing smooth circles to relax your nerves. it always worked.

“you got this, baby.” he cooed, impatience gnawing in his voice.

and once you’ve sunk yourself in, the feel of his length caused you to yelp. with his hands still on your hips, you slowly, steadily, began bouncing up and down on his shaft. your walls squeezed in on him greedily.

suho’s head fell back against the headboard of your shared bed. my wife’s so perfect he thought to himself, tightening his hold on you. moans left through your lips at the way his cock curved right up into your sweet spot, tip slamming into it over and over until you began to writhe. a low groan rumbled from suho, his mouth parted open as labored breathes filled the room. he helped you bounce up and down on him, thrusting his hips up tirelessly.

“s-suho!” you cried, smacking him on the chest.

“you like that, don’t you?” he smirked, grabbing a handful of your ass in this hands, squeezing on it as hard as he could.

“y-yeah.” you nodded frantically, picking up your pace.

“such a good girl,” he praised, moving a strand of you hair to tuck it behind your ear.

he pistoned upwards into you, working his own hips. taking a short glance up, he practically came right on the spot seeing the dazed look in your eyes as you rode him. he pulled you closer to him, kissing the crook of your neck hard enough to leave colored spots all over it. you whined, when he grabbed your ass to guide you up and down on him.

“oh, baby,” he breathed, “you’re clenching so hard i might just come.”

“d-do it.” you dared, losing your ability to form a coherent sentence.

he obliged, throwing his head back with a grumble, cock twitching inside your plush walls as he released his load inside of you.

“fuck—“ he gasped, “you’re so fucking good to me.”

he didn’t let himself relax and fall back after his orgasm, no. he continued to work his hips along with yours, grinding at the perfect angle until you began to dig your nails into him, an indicator that you were soon to break.

“suho—“ you stuttered, trying to grasp onto anything as the overwhelming pleasure traveled through your core, bubbling low in your stomach.

“shh, now it’s your turn.” he encouraged, plopping you upwards then downwards.

then you came with a cry. his favorite sound. a sound that he could hear forever and never get tired off.

your cunt twitched, milking his cock as he helped you ride out your high.

“atta girl.” he tapped your cheek, helping you fall onto your back next to him in the bed with a tired sigh, “you ready for round two? this time i’ll do all the work.”

“do you ever run out of stamina, suho?” you answered, feeling sleep weigh on your eyelids but the desire for him much stronger.

“nah.”

gotak could get off just from being buried between your thighs for hours on end. he isn’t even stroking himself or anything, he’s simply working on pleasing you and somehow, for him, that’s enough. he loved every second that was spent working his tongue between your folds. feeling experimental, he tried everything, zizag motion, small circles, big circles, vacuum. name it.

your fingers combed through his raven hair, tugging at the roots with a desperation that screamed for more “gotak, i’m close.”

“hmff,” he latched his mouth away from your pussy to look up at you, “hold it in a little longer.”

with that, his mouth was back on your cunt, tongue swirling everywhere. cat-licking on your clit, causing you to jolt up into his mouth. a hum of satisfaction came from the man below you as he used his tongue to spell out his name on your clit.

G; you spasmed. O; his spit trickled down your center. T; his tongue lapped right where it made you see stars. A; your back arched off the bed. K; you cried out.

“i can’t hold it in anymore!” you panted, feeling as if there was ice cold water being poured all over you, “i’m gonna come!”

he gripped your thighs, ignoring your words, digging his tongue in all the sensitive places. each time you tried to run away from it, he pulled you back, teasing you until you cried and gave in to him.

“what did i tell you?” he spoke to your pussy, “i told you to be patient, didn’t i?”

“but—“ you wanted to just close your eyes and cum but gotak would stop each time you were close, edging you until you were shaking from frustration and need all at once.

it was sickening.

“tsk, no buts,” his voice vibrated through your cunt, “if you behave, i’ll let you come.”

“gotak!” you cried in protest when his lips were back to sucking and nibbling on your sensitive part.

you knew once he glared at you through his lashes that this would last forever if you didn’t oblige, so you laid there and took it obediently.

“humin—“ you whined, rutting into his thigh.

“you can do it…” he assured, one hand playing with your tits while the other caressed the side of your face.

you were fully clothed, dressed in shorts and a t shirt yet, the lewd movements you were making on humin made you feel bare. naked and watched. he positioned you on his upper thigh, where it was the easiest for you to rub and grind your clit.

your hips moved languidly against him, feeling the desperate pressure building up. the layers of clothing held a barrier of sort, making you feel frustrated and aroused at the same time. you wondered what fucked up part of your brain made you enjoy this agonizing moment. feeling like a rabid animal in heat as you desperately fought for release. all humin did was bounce his legs, prodding at your clothed cunt until you were jutting down on him with desperate whimpers. begging for him to do something. anything.

usually humin would. he was a giver. he loved to give. especially to you. but seeing the neediness in your every move, you had awoken something in him. uh oh.

“humin, please,” you begged, not sure what for.

“hmm, you’re almost there, though,” he looked down, noticing the wet spot on his grey sweat pants from you, “keep going, i’ll help you if you can make yourself come doing this first.”

“you’re so mean!” tears pricked your vision, feeling small under his gaze.

“sorry, baby, but you just look so cute.” he smiled, kissing you on the cheek, “you make it hard.”

in fact, you did make it hard— his cock hard.

you groaned, rubbing yourself on him greedily until you felt that familiar coil in your stomach. one that made your eyes glue shut in concentration. you moaned, picking up the pace on his thighs. suddenly— your eyes flew open when humin began bouncing his thigh in a faster pace, making your sensitive clit twitch in your panties. soon, you’d fall off if you didn’t grip on him so you did, wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight embrace. it felt intimate as you held onto him for leverage.

pride filled up humin as his girl held onto him for dear life. climax nearing with every bounce and grind. then it finally came, the result of your hard work. your orgasm. it shuddered through your spine, exploding in your stomach. you gasped into humin’s neck, getting overwhelmed by the pleasure and his scent—all of it tangled together arousing you farther. the wetness in your panties felt sticky and lewd.

humin pulled away with an astonished look, “damn, that really got you off, babe.”

“shut up. you didn’t even help!” you whined, wiping away the stray tears from the corners of your eyes.

“i so did,” he defended, eyes warming from seeing you look exhausted, “how bout’ i make it up to you?”

“by doing what?” you asked.

he lifted you up and gently threw you onto the bed. you squeaked in surprise, giggling from the ticklish feeling of his fingers creeping up your thighs.

“by doing this.” he answered, greedily ripping your shorts and panties off.

it was always easy to get juntae all vulnerable like this. with your hands stroking his shaft, each pump causing him to stutter and cling to you. his eyes were rounded, glazed with tears from the sheer pressure. you had been at this for a while now, overstimulating juntae until he cried for you to stop. he knew, though, that he wanted more.

your hands moved up and down his length, wet from your spit lubricant. he was staring up at you. the only sounds coming from his mouth was gasps and whimpers.

“i-i’m gonna—“ he gasped at the sudden pick up of speed on his twitching cock.

“go on, finish your sentence.” your provocative eyes bore down on him, making him shrink smaller under your glare.

“gonna c-come!” he barely managed to get his words out, pathetically bucking into your fist to chase his release.

“cute.” you giggled, watching his red-faced expression.

he hastily thrusted into your hand, desperation causing him to spiral. your movements slowed every time he was close. teasing him.

frustration kicked him in the stomach but there was no escape from you. you’d drag him back and stroke him until all he could see was white and run out of words to speak. he stilled himself, hoping you’d go faster again.

once you did, he groaned. his face contorted in pleasure as you smirked down and jacked him off as rough as you could. juntae’s hands shot up to cling onto you as you fist-fucked his poor dick.

twitch

you smirked as white beads of cum erupted from his tip, leaking all over his sensitive cock.

“aw baby, you’re so cute.” you teased, thumbing his wet tip until he shuddered and twitched.

seongje is evil. pure evil.

he had you on your back, on the edge of the bed with your head tilted back at an uncomfortable angle, making it near impossible for you to breathe. regardless of that, he forced your mouth open, pushing the head of his cock past your lips with a low groan.

“that’s it.” he said, voice shaking from the wet and warm feeling of your mouth taking in his cock so obediently.

every movement he made had an intention, thrusting leisurely into your throat like it was his personal glory hole.

“you’re taking it like such a good slut.” he grinned, sly eyes observing the way you struggled to take his entire cock.

you gagged feeling his tip hit the back of your throat. a tear slipped from your eyes as you tried your best not to pass out. his balls tickling the tip of your nose.

arousal spilled between your thighs tasting him.

seongje chuckled as if he could tell you were wet and completely turned on getting used up like this.

“you like that, huh?” he asked, voice teasing and labored.

he threw his head back with a grin, throat bobbing as seongje swallowed hard. you wrapped and swirled your tongue around his cock, sucking on the tip. a guttural groan vibrated from his chest, shaking your core. you snapped your thighs together, turned on out of your mind.

seongje held your head in place with both hands against the edge of the bed so that you didn’t slip off, still pistoning his cock in your mouth mercilessly. you lolled— or at least tried to loll your tongue around his tip like a lollipop. pulling away with a ‘pop’ while seductively looking up at him.

like a hungry wolf, seongje snarled, teeth out and all, staring hungrily down at his helpless prey.

“fuck, sweetheart…” he watched the way his cock disappeared in and out of your pretty and swollen lips, “you’re so fucking hot.”

“hngfff—“ you choked, air scarce in your lungs from seongje’s animalistic thrusts.

your head hung loose. you felt like a toy. seongje’s toy. there wasn’t much for you to complain, though. this was exactly where you wanted to be.

“keep looking at me with those pretty eyes,” he panted, pleasure shooting through his veins.

he closed his eyes with a sigh of satisfaction, head thrown back as if he were taking in victory. seongje was close, he could cum any second especially when you looked up at him through you tear-lined lashes.

his eyes twitched, desire controlling his movements.

“shit—“ he chuckled breathlessly, taking hold of your head to slightly position it upwards.

you sobbed into his cock in response, unable to feel or see anything. either way, you worked your used-up mouth, pushing seongje to the very edge. he gasped, twitching embarrassingly.

a menacing laugh rumbled from within seongje’s chest as he watched you lose your mind. pathetically taking his length until it reached into the deepest part of your throat, making you choke and gag.

grinning like the sadist that he was, seongje fell silent, shuddering as he came all over your face. hot, white liquid painting your pretty face like a marking. you were his toy to play with. his to use.

you licked the stray droplets around your mouth like a thirsty cat, eyes glued on seongje. he watched you like a hawk, eyes wide like a maniac. he took his finger, gathering all the remaining cum from your chin to shove it into your mouth.

you whined, sucking his fingers with a hum. lashes fluttering like butterflies.

“you were made for me.” he whispered, lifting you up from the bed into his arms, “every part of you was made for me. only me. do you understand?”

“y-yes,” you nodded up at him, still recovering from the aftermath of getting whiplashed by his cock.

“good.” he said, a rare tender side of him emerging as he kissed your forehead while sitting you down on the bed.

your head throbbed, neck sore, and your lips puffy and wet with spit and seongje’s cum, yet, you enjoyed every second of suffering and pleasure.

slap slap slap

it was one of those days where baekjin came home agitated and moody. stressed from dealing with the union. the irritation tightened his stiff shoulders.

when he walked through the front steps of your shared-home, not giving you a second to even greet him. he shoved you against a wall, devouring you kiss after kiss, all teeth and tongue. his tongue latched onto your neck, leaving dark spots everywhere.

with hurried steps, he carried you to your bedroom with an urgency that screamed— demanded now!

frustration soaked every thrust into your gushing cunt. all you could do was shut up and take it. bent over with your ass up in the air. your back arched against baekjin’s hips as he pummeled into your sorry hole. muffled cries erupted from your lips, tears soaking the pillow.

baekjin shoved your face against the pillow. you couldn’t breathe nor make sense of anything other than the feel of baekjin’s tip punching your g-spot until all you could think about was him and his cock. in the mixture of pleasure and desire, he threw in harsh slaps to your ass.

over and over.

“b-baekjin— slow down,” you choked out, tears streaking your face that was mushed up into the pillow.

“can’t handle this?” you knew from his taunting voice that he raised a brow in amusement.

“p-please?” a sob broke out from your throat as you clawed the bedsheet for support.

spank

a harsh slap to your ass caused you to lift your head up and moan. the sharp pain stinging your raw skin. it all felt so wild and rough.

“keep begging and i just might,” he proposed, grabbing you by the hips to start pounding harder into you.

the slapping sound of his hip against yours filled up the bedroom. bed creaked loudly. the headboard banged against the wall.

you worried that the bed would give out and break from the sheer force of baekjin’s thrusts.

your lips wobbled, overwhelmed by the mixture of pain and pleasure. your mind swirled, between the line of consciousness and unconsciousness.

baekjin was vicious and demanding. if he wanted something, he would get it no matter what. his hands raised up, striking your ass with another painful spank.

in response, you moaned loudly. your walls clenching around him. a vice grip on his cock, luring him closer to his release.

“please please please!” desperation seemed evident in your shaky voice as baekjin slammed into your velvety walls.

“mhm, keep going.” he hummed, landing another spank to your surely bruised bum.

“baekjin!” you whined, walls clamming down against his length, clenching tight.

“this turns you on?” he scoffed seeing the way your body reacted to each slap, “what a masochist.”

he finally gave you what you wanted, happy with the way you complied so well. his hips slowed, thrusts becoming more measured and slow. you could feel every inch of him, his veins, and the curved angle of his cock nudging your insides.

“g-gosh— think i’m gonna—“ with another final blow to your ass with the palm of his hand; you came, body giving out.

your muscles felt taut with fatigue as baekjin fucked you through your climax.

he folllwed, coming deep inside of you, filling you to the brim. he groaned, his palms soothing out the red hand prints on your ass. his cold demeanor turned warm, massaging your shoulders. gently, he turned you to face him, laying you flat against his bare chest.

“here, get under the covers,” he kissed your cheek, pulling the covers over your nude bodies, pressing himself against you, “get some rest, now.”

약한영웅 /// WHC HEADCANONS ── GETTING CAUGHT!!

SYPNOSIS: their reaction when someone walks in on you kissing

PAIRINGS: whc boys (individually) x gn!reader (est. relationship)

GENRE: suggestive

WARNINGS: kissing/making out, getting caught (obv)

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

NOTE: (HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THIS FIC BY @yversz) I forgot Wooyoung and I'm too lazy to ad him 😭

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Can't help myself | headcanons

˙⋆✮ Yeon Sieun

He'd be doing homework, having completely forgotten the girl that's napping in his bed, her own notes long forgotten in her backpack, trusting her lucky charm to get her to pass rather than an actual study session.

You'd get bored after your phone battery runs out, dragging your limbs across the room to kneel beneath Sieun's desk, grabbing his charger. Your about to get up again when your knee brushes his shin. The feeling of his sweatpants' material brushing over your bare skin makes the air sharper around your shorts. Goosebumps runs over your arms as an idea blooms in your head.

Biting back a grin you slowly start to rise, arms traveling up his legs as an excuse of helping you up. He doesn't even spare you a glance as you rub the tip of your nose up his chest, nuzzling his throat before burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"Don't distract me. I have a test.", Sieun warns, voice low. You just hum in response, wrapping your legs on either side of his right thigh. As you place your core directly on top of his muscle, a moan slips from your lips as you feel him flex his thigh through the thick material. You start to lazily rub your lower half over his sweatpants, the growing heat down there turning sweeter with every body roll. It doesn't take long for a familiar coil to build up in your lower stomach. You chase the friction, rutting a little faster to finally make yourself come.

But he's annoyed, clamping a hand between your thighs to make you immobile. "You serious?", he asks you, eyes wide in disbelief. At first you whine at his cruelty, slapping his chest for your lost build up. "You're so mean. I was so close."

But then..

Even if it wasn't his intention, the way his fingers practically grip your pussy makes your eyes roll back in pleasure.

His head snaps to you as you begin to rub your core against his long fingers, shuddering at the sensation of lightning cursing through your core. His eyes are suddenly fixed on you. Your face caught between concentration and pleasure, your hips buckling up and down. He can't help but stare, unwittingly flexing his index finger to help you out. You cry out at the sudden pressure. "Fuck, that's it.", you moan as your toes start to curl.

As your orgasm finally hits, you grip his shoulders, steadying yourself as you ride out the sensation, not stopping until you've calmed down again. You place a kiss on his chapped lips.

"Thank you for your service, I'm heading home now." You stand up but your knees immediately give in again as he pulls you back onto his lap with a lazy flick of his hand around your wrist.

"Because of you I'm out of concentration.", he says, voice hoarse. "You wanted attention so bad, I'll focus on you for the next few hours." Your eyes trail down to where your knee sits. It must've brushed up against his length a lot, because his bulge is unmistakably and painfully hard.

˙⋆✮ Ahn Suho

Suho is on his phone, watching some Youtube videos on how to start drop shipping or something when you stumble in. When he asked you to come over you imagined leaving a few hours later with ripped buttons and messy hair but instead you're sat on his coffee table while he clicks the third part of this stupid video essay. Frustration is a mild word compared to what's bubbling under your skin.

Your wearing a dress so flowy and short than you can see the red panties with every tiny breeze of the wind but here he was, sitting on his ass eyes focused on something else. You decided to take care of it yourself. You didn't need him actively after all. With a tiny hop, you plunge on his lap, straddling him at first. He hums in response, eyes still glued to the screen.

You sigh, laying your head on his chest. One of his hands starts drawing patterns on your back and you flinch at his cold hands. Soon enough you start to draw your pussy across his bulge. The sensation is sweet, stealing a moan from you. Even tho you can feel him get hard, he's still not looking at you. So you get bolder, dragging your clothed clit against his thigh before jumping up slightly, landing on his dick. He closes his eyes at that, taking a sharp breath.

"You having fun?", he asks between clenched teeth. You just nod, going on. At some point you notice that he's discarded his phone somewhere, both hands on your hips instead.

"You can do it.", he assures you as he catches your gaze, pressing you down harder. The pressure of his length pushing your panties way between your folds has you panting. Your hole spasms, clenching around nothing as you come. You throw your arms around his neck, steadying yourself as the pleasure washes over you. He removes some loose strands of hair that cling on your sweaty forehead, pecking at your neck.

Suho caresses your cheek, resting his forehead against yours."You like using me?", he asks as a mischievous grin plays his lips.

"I love it.", you respond.

˙⋆✮Park Humin

Baku is busy shooting hoops and you? Thighs pressed together, water bottle between your legs, enjoying the pressure the cold plastic leaves against your core. Here and there you lift your hips slightly, burying the bottle just a little underneath your hole.

It feels so rough against the delicate silk of your underwear.

Hadn't you worn a skirt today, the heat from watching your sweaty boyfriend run around across the basketball pitch from the bleachers might've not been so impossible to ignore. So here you were, using the dark of the evening to hide the fact that you're literally rutting against plastic from watching your boyfriend play with his friends.

After a while the boys start to spread, heading to different spots on the field to take a sip from their water bottles. It doesn't dawn down at you in that moment that Humin is jogging towards you, climbing the bleachers, for exactly the same reason.

"You want an audience or what?", he starts, immediately spotting the see through plastic underneath your skirt. "Huh?", is all you can get out. He tugs the bottle from under you, making you clamp a hand over your mouth as a moan tries to slip due to the container grazing your wet slit. "I could hear you panting you from all the way over there, babe.", he murmurs taking a sip from his water.

Your eyes are fixed on the way his jaw moves, the way his throat throbs with every sip. Your hole aches at that. "Humin.", you groan. He hums, searching your distressed face for your need. That's when his gaze travels down your body, halting at your painfully pressed together thighs. He barks out a laugh, the sound too loud in the quietness of the night. His teammates crane their neck to see what his deal is, but his eyes are fixed on you.

"Do you need your boyfriend to help you out?", he whispers into your ear, face hovering so close to yours that you can feel the way his lips curl into a smile. You can't get a word out, so you just nod. He grips your waist, hoisting you up at once before sitting down on your spot and placing you on his thigh. His big hands drag the hem of your skirt up and you grunt at the feeling of his bulge directly on your hole. Your thin panties and his basketball shorts are barely enough material to be called a barrier.

"Alright, where do you want me?", he asks, feeling you squirm on top of him.

You rest the back of your head against his shoulder, his chest like a brick wall behind your back as you guide his hand between your thighs. He chuckles, grabbing his backpack off the floor and placing it onto your lap, hiding how his hand is buried underneath your skirt. He hisses when he pulls your panties to the side, feeling your wetness ooze onto his fingers. You grab his arms, steadying yourself as he peels you open, already so wet he eases in without any restrain. He starts working immediately, relentlessly picking up the pace until you can hear the wet sounds emitting from your squelching pussy.

It's dirty, it's sinful, it's in public. But none of you care in that moment.

He just wants to make his girl come and you're in some real need for release.

Your vision explodes when he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, applying pressure on the bud.  His other hand clamps over your mouth as you fail to keep quiet. "Shh, baby.", he coos. "They're gonna hear." It doesn't take long for your climax to hit. Your whole body rocks as your orgasm arrives and he fucks you through it, pulling out his fingers when you threaten to fall off his lap. "Good?", he asks as he licks his fingers clean. You just stare at him, eyes wide.

"What? I can't get back there covered in you." He just shrugs, gives you a kiss on the temple and hurries back to his friends. Gotak tosses him the ball, irritation painting his features.

"You guys done? Did you make your girlfriend come? Then get your ass back in the game." Baku laughs at that, voice so loud it makes you chuckle.

˙⋆✮ Go Hyuntak

The TV is loud, the animated crowd cheering as GH sends a ball flying into the basket in a perfect arch. "You play real life basketball, why do you have to play digitally too?" He just shushes you, manically pressing down on the controller's buttons. You groan, crawling over to him on the beat up sofa in his room. He lifts his arms without missing a beat, allowing you to sit on his lap, your face buried against his chest. He brings down his chin, resting it on your shoulder.

"Are you seriously using me as a pillow?", you protest. Your boyfriend just chuckles. "Can I use you as a feeder too?" You sigh but comply, grabbing a long forgotten cold fry from the pile on the plate and plop it into his open mouth. You're about to call it a day and leave when a losing sound erupts from the screen, making Gotak tap his leg up and down in frustration. You have to bite your lip to prevent yourself from moaning as his thigh keeps hitting your clit through your thin layers of clothing. This might be easier than expected. You just relax against him, enjoying the pleasure that forms in your abdomen as his leg keeps up the rhythm. When he lets out a grunt of success, pulling his knees up, you actually see stars.

The way his thigh flexes underneath his shorts, rubbing just the right part of your pussy, has you clench down as you dig your fingers into his sides, riding out your orgasm before limply falling back against his chest. Gotak, oblivious to your masturbation process for the past ten minutes, cheers, tossing away his remote. He plasters kisses along your face.

"I won. Now we can celebrate.", dimples dig into his cheeks as he beams at you. His expression falters a little as he takes in your disheveled appearance. "What's with you?", he asks, only then noticing the sticky wetness that's covering a part of his shorts. "You already came? From that? And I missed it?" You laugh at his disbelieving expression.

˙⋆✮ Kang wooyoung

You're fingers are starting to prune with the time they've been buried in your wet cunt.

No matter what angle you're trying, it just doesn't hit the right spot.

You're about to give up when the door slides open. Sweat tousled wild hair, reddish sticky skin and the clothes cling to his chiseled body. You can feel the slickness pooling between your legs at the sight of your boyfriend.

"Hi.", you muse, adjusting the old tee that's barely covering up your lower half, as you stand up. His eyes roam your body, breath still heavy since he probably jogged home like he always does after training.

"Hi. What's up.", he answers, hands already gripping the hem of your shirt before slowly dragging it upwards, revealing your flushed skin. The smell of the sweat clinging to his body is enough to make your hole throb. "I want you.", you mutter against his chest.

"You in heat?", he asks, chuckling at your unusual behaviour. "I'm desperate.", you mouth, guiding his hand beneath your navel. He cusses at that. "Okay, let me catch my breath first.", he proposes but you're already dragging him towards the couch. "I don't need you to do anything. Just sit still." He does as you ask him to, nothing but his ragged breath emitting from him.

Since you've already worked yourself open, it takes only a few circles of your lips for the build up to return. You close your eyes, letting the slow pleasure rise inside of you until your abs turn hard with anticipation. Your eyes snap open at a sudden stretch that's just hitting the right spot. Glimpsing at your boyfriend between fluttering lashes, you see him pump two fingers in and out your gushing cunt. "Just wanna help my girl out.", he shrugs, acting all innocent as he goes faster, thumb pressing down on your swollen clit. You chase his hand, falling into his rhythm as you feel your stomach tighten.

Toes curling, fingers digging into his shoulders and a cry escaping your throat, you come. The orgasm washes over you but his fingers work relentlessly. "Let's do one more.", he proposes, pupils blown at your fucked out face.

The second orgasm crashes even harder, stealing your vision for a moment. "Let's continue this in the shower." With that he heaves you up, walking over to the bathroom.

˙⋆✮ Geum Songje

You're on your phone arms draped around his neck while GS just sits there, eyes fixed on his computer screen while sounds of gunfire blast through his headphones. The first drag is not intentional. You slip from his lap when he kicks at his desk for having missed a shot, at which he immediately wraps his arms around your waist, dragging you back up. The video on your phone is suddenly irrelevant. You push your ass back, rubbing your core back up his thigh to get that exact sensation back. Songje reacts at once.

"Don't distract me, I have people to kill", he mutters, but you can't stop. It's too sweet.

"I swear if I die because of you.", he warns.

"If you lose, I'll cheer you up.", you propose. "If you win, I'll reward you." You swipe your tongue along his neck.

"So, it's a win-win for me anyway.", he concludes.

You chuckle, riding him faster. As you chase that sweet release, you fail to repress your moans. His headphones emit noises and part of those noises are voices. "Is that a chick?" "Whose mic is that and can you open the camera?" GS curses, shutting off his microphone before chasing the guys' players, shooting them dead even though they're in the same team.

You're oblivious to the scene, hips rocking as lightning courses through your veins. "Fuck, yes.", you pant. "I'm-"

You cry out as the orgasm washes over you, your cunt spasms as it clenches around nothing. You fall limp against your bf who has grown quiet, jaw clenched but you can't make out why as your post orgasm fogs your mind.

He sets his controller on the table, lifts you up and rips your pyjama shorts and panties down in one go.

Before you can say anything he already frees himself, eyes glinting as he slams you down hard on his cock. A mischievous smile dances on his lips.

"Now stay like this.", he orders, grabbing his remote and turning his mic back on. "If you move, I'm not letting you come for a week."

˙⋆✮ Na Baekjin

Idk, He would not let you.

Weak Hero Class 2 characters as your Pathetic Bfs *_*

warnings: mature language, +18 content, smut, violence, reader's a bitch with violent tendencies... SICK AND TWISTED behavior, edging, verbal abuse, physical abuse (kinda?), blood, implied fights... and I think that's all.

1. Si Eun O_O

• He likes it when you praise him for ANYTHING. He pretends not to care but deeply all he wants is recognition. So when you call him "my smart boy" while passing your fingers through his hair, it drives him mad.

• Whenever you ask him to explain you something, he'll pretend to be annoyed but he looooves to explain shit to you. He loves that you need him. It makes him feel less ridiculous about how much he needs you.

• He loves it when you praise his body. He's reserved and private but when it comes to you, his skin burns to feel your touch. When you squeeze his cheeks and sink your nails into them while telling him how much you love his pretty eyes, he melts inside.

• He calls you a freak but he also loves it when you tell him to just look at you while you sit on him. "just let me see those pretty, teary eyes baby", you say while you grab his hair and grind your hips on his tongue until you come to the sight of him.

2. Gotak

• Outside, he's this cool, chill guy who just hangs around everyone, reserved but outgoing, private but friendly and of course to the eyes of everyone, he's this brave, down for his friends persona, but inside... when he's alone in a room with you... he's fucking pathetic. Clinging to you, wanting to kiss you all the time, it's almost embarrassing.

• You're not the touchy type. You don't like kisses, hugs or things like that. You're much more cold hearted. Just a little peck here and there, so you always tell him "just one kiss", then he begs you for another one. You tell him "only if you behave" and he fucking loves it. He loves to beg for your affection...

• One day, he was craving for a kiss. You denied it to him all day. Why? just because. There were days where you just didn't feel like doing so. You were a bitch like that. You swear his lips were even dry... you almost laughed. And then, when you were both on your room, laying down together, you slowly kissed him, your lips barely touching his, and he was already whining for you. Coming closer. "more... please, pleas-" with that broken pathetic voice of his. You didn't give him more.

• But when you did... when you gave him more, it was wild. You handled him. You had him under a weird love/sex spell. You had always loved to make him suffer, so you did that all the time... suffocating him with your legs around his head, edging him, making him fuck you even when he told you he couldn't keep it together anymore, there were days where you didn't even let him cum. But he loved that... he loved you.

3. Seongje

• Everyone knows Seongje. Everyone knows about his violent tendencies, his weird behavior and his psychopathic pleasures... but nobody knew you. Nobody understood why were you dating him. You were this incredibly sweet, pretty, gorgeous girl dating this... man. Nobody understood. But he did. You did...

• You looked sweet. But that by no means implied you were sweet or innocent. You were evil. Sick and twisted. In ways not even he understood. He knew it when this one time, you were both hanging out, he had a fight, he had to throw some punches, and he didn't hold back. He kicked the shit out of three guys, burning them with his cigarette, abusing them verbally and humiliating them. When he turned to look at you, you were looking at him with a dark expression... he was confused. It was lust in your cute puppy eyes.

• That night, you told him not to clean the blood on his face or his hands. You told him to sink his fingers inside you with the blood of those guys on them. You pulled his hair to make him look at you and you licked the blood out of his face. You bit his ear, his lips, his cheeks... you were hungry, and you ate him. Not literally... but you could... some day.

• When he got violent, you got hungry. When he snapped, you laughed. When he wanted to break up with you, you never cried. You drove him crazy. Mad. And no one knew. No one knew he was your puppet.

• Another fact to your relationship with him: he was scared of you. He would never admit that, but he didn't need to. You knew. It was this one night... you were having sex with him, riding him: raw and hard. Your nails were sinking on his neck, exactly in the middle, to the point of almost cutting him. He couldn't move his head. You were bouncing on him with a devious look on your face, then you suffocated him with your free hand until he was begging you to let go and when he saw the way you smiled when he was begging... well... for his life... it fucking scared him. But it also made him came so hard inside of you, screaming and whining your name only. "You did well, puppy", you said. With the sweetest voice too. "Fucking psycho bitch", he thought...

4. Baku

• If there was a degree for "pathetic boyfriend", he would be the master of it. shamelessly too. he always asked you to take care of him, to handle him, to be in charge of him. He protected you but you conquered him.

• He didn't care about other people watching, never. he just wanted to be good for you. useful. he wanted you to need him, even if it was just as a fucking servant. he carried you everywhere. he accepted everything coming from you. your punches, your verbal abuse, your crazy snaps at him, your false accusations, he always took them and apologized for them. never in his life he dared to fight back. if you said the sky was black he would say yes.

• He loved it when you used his body. It was never a secret how toned and muscular he was. How strong his body really was, but he loved it when you made it obvious. "God, you're so strong, Baki", you said while he carried tons and tons of boxes and then you got all touchy with him. Or when he fucked you dumb, lifting you in the air with just one hand, you always praised him and he loved it.

• Before taking ANY decision, he always looked at you first. New clothes? New shoes? New haircut? What food? What song? every decision in his life was approved by you. He never went anywhere without your permission. Without your approval, he was nothing.

aghhhhhhhhhh I didn't really liked this one that much but I hope you all at least enjoyed it ://////

Pairings: Geum Seongje x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Everyone knows that Seongje bites, and you are smart enough to know better. But around you, he wags his tail. Told myself to finish this today so that i would have less drafts. •°○

Genre: a complicated relationship

Warning: Violence, language and gangsterism

W/C: 738

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You had always been known for your mind. Reserved, unreadable, brilliant. You preferred the quiet—you liked control. The kind of girl with a spine of steel. You had a reputation and it made people respect you from afar. So imagine their surprise when someone like you—would choose to date someone like him.

Geum Seongje.

It didn't make any sense, not even to you.

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You just left the school gates, checking your phone again. You had messaged your boyfriend, Seongje, hours ago. Of course, no reply. Usually, he'd answer within minutes. Sometimes seconds.

- 금성제

R (Where are you?) delivered 2hrsago.

You scowled, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Gosh. You then took the shortcut near Ganghak's back wall, like you always did. The alley was narrow, barely lit by the dying sunlight.

Thud

Rhythmic thuds echo against concrete, a chorus of pained groans and the distant laughter of boys. It sounded like fist meeting flesh. You then turned to the corner and saw him, Geum Seongje, mid swing.

Seongje's voice tore through the air, sharp and unfiltered. "You think you're fucking slick? Huh?" Seongje spat, driving his knee onto the boys stomach. "Bet you can't even piss right after this." His gang stood around, watching in silence. He laughed, now dragging the boy by his shirts neckline—slamming him against the wall.

Your boyfriends red school blazer was unbuttoned, exposing the edges of the inked graphic on his long-sleeved shirt underneath. A nasty grin is painted on his face as he slammed his fist into the boys guts again. "Didn't i say i'd fuck you up?" The poor boy could only groan. "God, you look terrible!" Seongje exclaimed, his eyes wild.

"Seongje." You called, voice firm and sharp.

Seongje glanced over his shoulder. He didn't react. Not at first. But you saw it—how his grin twitched wider. "Tch. You're lucky my girls here." He muttered to the boy, slowly stepping back. "Or i would've left your ass breathing through tubes." With that, the boy limped off— you only stood still as he limped past you, clutching his side. And he hardly dared to glance at you.

You met your boyfriends gaze with a blank expression, arms crossing over your chest. "Lucky bastard. I was about to rip his teeth out." Seongje muttered under his breath. His gang now stood a few paces back, laughing. "Oi. Specs," He called out. One of his members then tossed him his glasses and caught them with ease.

"You done?" You asked, voice laced with irritation. "You really can't go a day without this shit, can you?" He laughed, loud—cocky, and utterly unbothered. You then turned to his 'minions' and jerked your chin. You command, "Go," eyes cold as you looked at them.

Then a voice pipes up with a joke, 'Goodboy, Seongje,' making the others stiffle their laughs.

"What, you guys need a fuckin' map?" You snapped, brows furrowed. Seongje's jaw clenched as he shot them a glare, making them fall silent quickly. "Hey, quit clowning around and listen to the woman." After that, they cleared out. You stepped closer, your arms remaining crossed over your chest.

He only gave you that grin, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. "Missed me?" You only stared as he lit the cigarette slowly. "You ignoring me?" You asked, voice low. "Shit, my bad. I was going to reply, plus—i was busy beating the fuck outta that bitch." He grinned, dragging the smoke between his teeth.

"C'mon." He playfully says. "You know me, baby. I'm allergic to boredom." You didn't say anything. Only giving him that look—eyebrows raised and eyes flicking briefly to the cigarette like it personally offended you. One he didn't miss. You hated the smell, and he knows that. He noticed.

He paused.

He only held your gaze for a second—then sighed, pulling the cig out with a muttered, "Fuckin' hell, babe." and crushed it between his fingers, flicking it away like trash. You scoffed, walking past him—disgusted. "Whew, that look's a killer," He commented. Then, with that stupid cocky grin, he draped his arm around your shoulders.

"I hate you." You muttered, brushing his arm off. "Oooh," he let out, dragging the sound teasingly. "Fuck, i love it when you get mad." You didn't respond back, just kept walking. Seongje shook his head and chuckled as he trailed after you.

"Hate me all you want, baby. I'm still yours."

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