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Now I would die to see a sieun ver of “you came on my lap?”😝😝

Not On Purpose

baku version su-ho version hyun-tak version seongjae version

Pairing: Si-eun x fem!reader POV: 3rd person, reader-insert Tone: Softly filthy, restrained tension, quiet dominance Content Warning: Grinding, accidental orgasm, possessive behavior, mild overstimulation, soft dom Si-eun, filthy language —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/N was always touching him. Always climbing into his space like it was hers to claim.

He never said anything. Not when she sat too close. Not when her hand found his arm, his wrist, the hem of his shirt. Not when she kicked her legs over his lap while he studied.

She was affectionate like that—obnoxiously soft. He was not.

So when she clambered over him that afternoon and plopped herself right down on his lap like it was the couch cushion, he didn’t react.

Didn’t even look up from his book.

"You’re so warm," she murmured, leaning into him.

"Hn."

She wiggled a little.

That got his eyes to flick up. Barely.

"Y/N."

"What?" she said, smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You’re comfy. I’m cold."

"That’s not my problem."

But he didn’t push her off. Didn’t tell her to move.

So she stayed there, straddling one of his thighs. She leaned forward just enough to hook her chin over his shoulder and let her body melt against him. Her cheek rested against the slope of his neck. She could feel the quiet, steady way he breathed.

Everything about him was calm. Controlled. Still.

It made her want to ruin it.

She shifted again, slowly this time, grinding her hips just enough to feel the seam of her shorts drag against the denim of his jeans.

A sharp inhale. Barely audible.

His fingers tightened around the edge of the book.

"Are you serious?" he asked quietly.

She blinked, innocent. "Serious about what?"

He turned his head slightly, just enough that she could see his eyes. Flat. Dangerous.

"Don’t play with me."

"I’m not," she said softly. “I’m just—sitting.”

"That’s not what you’re doing."

Still, he didn’t stop her.

Maybe that’s what made her bold enough to do it again. A slow, tentative roll of her hips, just once. And again.

It wasn’t even about getting off. Not at first. It was the feeling of it. The friction, the heat, the fact that Si-eun wasn’t moving at all—but his jaw was clenched tight, his hands stiff, his breathing sharper by the second.

She wasn’t sure when her breath started catching. When the ache between her legs turned real. When her fingers dug into his shoulders just to steady herself.

Si-eun didn’t help. Didn’t guide her hips, didn’t touch her, didn’t even shift to let her grind easier. He just watched—eyes pinned to her like he was memorizing the way she moved. The wet, shameful drag of her soaked panties against his thigh. The way her lashes fluttered and her mouth parted, panting.

She started trembling.

“I—fuck,” she whispered.

Her forehead dropped to his shoulder. Her thighs were clenching tight around him now, her hips chasing that friction desperately. His thigh was soaked. She didn’t care.

One more grind. And another. And then—

Her whole body seized. Heat burst low in her stomach, and she moaned against his neck—soft, broken, and shocked.

She came.

Right on his lap.

She didn’t even realize what happened until she collapsed against him, breathing hard and trembling, hips still twitching with the aftershocks.

There was a long silence.

Then his voice—low, calm.

“You came on my lap?”

Her heart dropped. She jerked her head up, horrified.

“I—I didn’t mean to—Si-eun, I swear, I wasn’t—”

“You weren’t trying to?” he asked, still staring at her. His voice was unreadable. Flat.

“No— I mean yes— I mean I was just—fuck,” she breathed, cheeks burning.

She moved to climb off him, but his hand caught her thigh. Firm. Heavy.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

Y/N froze.

His eyes dropped, scanning the mess between them. Her soaked shorts. The dark spot staining the denim of his jeans. He pressed his fingers against her core, slow and deliberate.

She choked out a gasp.

“…Still sensitive?” he murmured.

Her thighs twitched.

He slid his hand between her legs, brushing over the soaked fabric with featherlight touches. Teasing. Mean.

"You really couldn’t help yourself," he said quietly.

"I—I didn’t mean to," she whispered.

"But you did." He leaned in, voice like a whisper against her ear. "And now you’re going to do it again."

Her breath caught. "Si-eun—"

He hooked his hands under her thighs and pulled her closer until their hips were flush. She could feel the heat of him beneath her now—hard, barely restrained. She hadn’t even noticed how turned on he was until now.

"You think I’m just going to let you make a mess like that," he said softly, "and not take it personally?"

She squirmed. His grip tightened.

"You’ll sit still," he murmured, voice cool. “And you’ll come again.”

“But—”

“Do you want me to fuck you right here?”

Her mouth opened. No sound came out.

He watched her. A flicker of something darker in his eyes.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he said, gaze fixed to her face. “Me, pinning you right here, making you cry all over my lap.”

Y/N whimpered.

“But not yet.” He leaned closer. “If I fuck you now, it won’t be gentle. You’re already shaking. You’ll get overwhelmed.”

His hands shifted under her thighs, lifting her slightly and then guiding her hips back down—right against his thigh.

She gasped. Her clit throbbed. The contact was so much worse now—better—after coming once.

“Grind,” he ordered.

“What?”

“You heard me. Move.”

She swallowed.

Her hands found his shoulders again. Slowly, she rolled her hips. One circle. Another.

She was soaked. It felt obscene.

“Faster.”

She obeyed. Her breath was coming in gasps now, little whimpers spilling out with each thrust. Si-eun didn’t move, just watched her fall apart, his hands gripping her waist, keeping her steady.

When her thighs started shaking again, his hand slid between them. Fingers rubbing her through the damp cotton. Unforgiving. Precise.

She broke with a sob—her whole body curling forward as she came again, harder this time. Her nails dug into his back. Her vision went white.

By the time she collapsed against him, she was trembling, soaked, ruined.

He tilted her chin up. Made her look at him.

“You’ll clean this up,” he said, gaze flicking down to the mess between them. “With your mouth.”

She whimpered.

"And then," he murmured, eyes darkening, "I’ll fuck you properly."

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boyfriend!luffy who’s the clingiest boyfriend ever, always wanting to be close to you and whines when you aren’t giving into him.

boyfriend!luffy who’s usually reluctant to share his food, but always finds himself offering you his half eaten food that’s still in his mouth.

boyfriend!luffy who’s never had a girlfriend before you, or any sort of romance in his life, so he’s a little clueless and clumsy when it comes to your relationship.

boyfriend!luffy is just so endearing despite it, though! it’s hard to stay mad at him when he looks at you with that adorable face, pouting at you while whining, “please don’t be mad at me! i can’t stand it..”

boyfriend!luffy who calls you ‘baby’ religiously, expecting you to do the exact same - he gets so pouty and whiny when you call him by his actual name.

boyfriend!luffy loves making you laugh, always doing silly things just to see a smile on your pretty face, even if it gets him hurt or in trouble - he lives to impress you.

boyfriend!luffy who is always kissing you with a big smile on his face, causing eye rolls from the rest of his crew.

boyfriend!luffy does not play about you, he’s super protective when it comes to you, not letting anyone bad mouth you or even think about harming you.

boyfriend!luffy who loves when you play with his hair, lying down on your lap after a long day so you can run your fingers through his hair as he ends up falling asleep.

boyfriend!luffy who forces you to take naps with him, especially when he sees you’ve been overworking yourself and in need of a lot of rest - it gives him the perfect excuse.

boyfriend!luffy who was definitely such a virgin before you, completely innocent when it came to anything sexual, but down to try out anything with you and had pure excitement written all over his face.

boyfriend!luffy who just loves sleepy sex, gently kissing along your neck as he slowly thrusts into you with pretty whines falling from his lips.

boyfriend!luffy who’s pretty vocal during sex, not afraid to express how pretty you look or how good you’re making him feel - he just loves praising you and receiving it as well.

boyfriend!luffy who is definitely a whiner in bed. he’s already pretty whiny outside of the bedroom, but when he feels your pussy sucking him in, he’s whining and whimpering out from the overwhelming pleasure.

boyfriend!luffy loves hearing you praise him, telling him how good he’s making you feel or how much you love him while he’s inside - he can’t help but feel his heart flutter at your words, motivating him to fuck your harder.

boyfriend!luffy who won’t let himself stop until he’s made you cum multiple times, he loves the way you look when you come undone beneath him - he’s definitely addicted to it, and accidentally overstimulates you both in the process.

boyfriend!luffy who is always on the verge of falling asleep after you have sex, especially with the way you lightly trace over his skin when your laid next to each other in comfortable silence.

boyfriend!luffy who ends up falling asleep on your chest, sleeping so peacefully while knowing how lucky he is to have scored you ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

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Hey, I love your writing!! Can you write one about Si-eun? They're studying in their room as a couple and he gets all cuddly? Even if he doesn't really know what he's doing, he just wants to be close to her 👉🏻👈🏻

Closer Than This

Pairing: Si-eun x Reader Genre: Fluff, established relationship, domestic, soft & slow

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The room is quiet except for the sound of pen scratches and the soft hum of the desk lamp.

Si-eun is hunched over his notes, brows slightly furrowed, one hand curled around the edge of his paper and the other scribbling through lines of text. He’s wearing that old black hoodie you love — sleeves pushed up to his elbows, exposing the light sinew of his forearms, the way the tendons flex when he taps his pen against his thumb.

You’re cross-legged on the bed behind him, laptop open, pretending to study. But your eyes keep drifting to him — the way his jaw clenches every time he gets something wrong, the way his lashes catch the light.

He’s so annoyingly beautiful it makes focusing nearly impossible.

“You’re staring again,” he says without turning around.

You smirk. “And you’re still pretending you don’t like it.”

He lets out a small huff, quiet and breathy — amused, maybe — and underlined with the tiniest flicker of pink at the tips of his ears. You don’t even need to see his face to know he’s smiling, just barely.

A few more minutes pass. The air shifts, soft and warm in that way it always does when the sun starts sinking, casting long golden shadows on the floor. You stretch out on the bed, letting your head fall back against the pillows.

“I’m bored,” you mumble.

“I’m studying.”

“You’ve been studying for two hours.”

“I have a test.”

“I have needs.”

That gets his attention.

Si-eun finally turns, slow and guarded. His expression is neutral, but you see the twitch in his lips — fighting a grin. “What kind of needs?”

You stretch your arms toward him dramatically. “Cuddle needs.”

He stares at you for a moment like he doesn’t understand the language you just spoke. Like “cuddle needs” are something abstract and foreign, like calculus. He blinks, then turns back to his desk.

“Si-eun.”

“I’m almost done—”

“I’ll die.”

He exhales like you’re being ridiculous, but you can see it now — the way his shoulders shift, uncertain. He caps his pen and closes his notebook a little slower than usual, then stands, unsure.

“You don’t have to,” you say gently, watching his hesitation. “I was kidding.”

“I know.” His voice is quiet. “I… want to.”

You smile.

He walks over like someone trying to figure out where they belong — not awkward, but deliberate. Si-eun isn’t the type to throw himself into affection. He studies it like he studies everything: thoughtfully, methodically, as if he’s afraid of doing it wrong.

When he climbs onto the bed, he lies beside you stiffly at first, propped on one elbow, his other hand hovering like he’s not sure where to put it. You turn slightly, reaching for him, and that seems to break the spell. He lets you pull him in.

His arm slides under your neck. His legs tangle loosely with yours. He rests his chin on top of your head.

“Like this?” he murmurs.

“Perfect,” you whisper.

He exhales again, slower this time. His hand, hesitant at first, starts tracing slow lines across your back — tentative, careful. You don’t say anything. You just melt into him, letting him figure it out.

You feel his heart, steady against your cheek. His breath, warm against your ear. After a while, you feel him press the softest kiss to your temple — so gentle you almost miss it.

“You okay?” you ask quietly.

“Yeah.” He pauses. “Just... thinking.”

“About what?”

A beat of silence.

“That I like this more than I thought I would.”

Your lips tug into a smile.

“Me too.”

And when you shift closer — cheek against his chest, fingers curled in the fabric of his hoodie — he pulls you in tighter. A little awkward. A little new. But all of it, so unmistakably him.

Si-eun doesn’t always know how to show affection.

But tonight, he doesn’t need to know how.

He just wants to be close.

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can you do a seong je and an innocent sweet girl which is everything for her is first time (then your brother who is in a gang insisted that you go out with someone since you didn't have a boyfriend. The person he wanted you to go out with was a member of the gang. Since your brother had been insisting for a long time, you finally agreed.) then they both end up in a one room alone which is set up by your brother and his friends. smut please thankyouuuu

Title: “Not So Innocent Anymore” Pairing: Seong Je x Innocent!Reader Word count: ~5,500 Content warnings: smut (loss of virginity, size kink, oral, light coercion via setup but with consent, possessive behavior, praise kink), protective brother, gang themes, first-time tension

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Everything about this was your brother’s fault.

You’d never even had your first kiss, and now here you were—locked in a small apartment room with Seong Je, one of his gang friends, while your brother and his idiot crew laughed somewhere outside.

"You said you’d go on one date," Seong Je said, voice low as he leaned against the wall, watching you.

“I thought you meant, like… coffee,” you muttered, arms tightly crossed in front of your chest. “Not this.”

His eyes dragged over your shy stance, the soft pink of your cheeks, and the little white cardigan you kept pulling tighter over your dress. He smiled, amused. “They’re dumbasses. Probably thought locking us in here would… speed things up.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. “Speed what up?”

That smile turned wolfish. “You really are that innocent, huh?”

You felt like a rabbit caught in headlights.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but after a bit of talking—mostly nervous rambling from you and quiet nods from him—he was sitting closer. Then his fingers brushed yours. Then… it just happened.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked, voice oddly gentle for a man with a reputation like his.

You nodded—shakily.

When his lips met yours, it was slow. Testing. You gripped the edge of your skirt with both hands as his thumb brushed your jaw, coaxing you closer. His tongue tasted like mint and something darker, something dangerous, but warm. Safe. Addicting.

“First kiss?” he whispered.

You nodded again. Face on fire.

His smirk deepened. “Cute.”

It escalated quickly.

Now, you were lying on your back on the futon, dress bunched around your waist, thighs trembling as Seong Je kissed down your neck and over your chest, pushing your cardigan and bra away. You gasped when his tongue flicked over your nipple.

“S-Seong Je…”

“Too much?” he asked, even though his hand slid up your bare thigh, fingers teasing your panties.

“N-No—just… everything’s…” You bit your lip, arching into his hand despite your words. “I’ve never…”

His gaze snapped to yours. “You’ve never done anything?”

You shook your head.

He stared for a long moment. “Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me.”

Then his mouth crashed into yours again—hungrier this time, like he couldn’t stop himself. Like he didn’t want to.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he muttered, dragging your panties down slowly, reverently. “But if you don’t say anything…”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered.

That was all it took.

His head dipped between your thighs, and you nearly screamed when his tongue licked a slow stripe over your center. He held your legs open with firm hands, looking up as you writhed. “Taste so fucking sweet, baby.”

“Seong—Seong Je—wait—!”

“You said you didn’t want me to stop,” he murmured, voice low and dark against your heat.

When he pushed two fingers into you, stretching you gently, you clung to the sheets and sobbed.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he growled, groaning as your walls clenched around him. “Gotta get you ready for me.”

You could barely breathe. His tongue licked at your clit while his fingers curled just right, building something sharp and hot and terrifyingly good in your stomach.

When you came, you screamed into your hand.

He hovered above you now, shirt gone, cock heavy in his fist. You stared in disbelief.

“That’s not gonna fit,” you blurted. (😏)

He grinned. “It will. I’ll be gentle.”

“I don’t know if that’s even possible with that thing…”

“I’ll make it possible.”

He kissed your jaw, your ear, your throat, lining himself up carefully as you clutched at his arms. “You sure, Y/N?”

You looked into his eyes—dark, intense, but somehow soft just for you—and nodded. “Please.”

The stretch was unbearable at first. You gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. He moved slow—agonizingly slow—kissing your face as you tried not to cry.

But then…

“You’re doing so good,” he whispered, wiping a tear from your cheek. “So fucking tight, fuck—if I move too fast, I’ll cum right away.”

Eventually, the pain blurred into something else. Heat. Pressure. A deep, aching pleasure.

“You okay?” he asked.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “More.”

He groaned like you’d ruined him.

Seong Je fucked you slow at first. Then faster. Then rougher. The moment he felt your legs wrap around his waist and heard your breathy moans, he lost the last thread of restraint.

“Never thought I’d get to be your first,” he muttered between thrusts, his forehead pressed to yours. “Your brother’s gonna kill me.”

“You feel so—so good,” you whined, overwhelmed.

“I’m not gonna last,” he groaned, hips slamming into yours. “Fuck—I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby—make this virgin cunt mine.”

“Please,” you whispered. “I want it.”

Your body tensed beneath him again, and you came with a soft cry, clenching around him so tight that he swore and buried himself deep inside, spilling everything he had with a guttural moan.

Later, when you were curled up on his chest, shaky and sore, you whispered, “Do you… do this with a lot of girls?”

He looked down at you, stroking your hair. “No. Never like this. Never someone like you.”

You blushed.

He smirked. “Your brother’s not gonna believe it when I tell him I’m keeping you.”

Author's note: before someone asks why i post ff back to back is because i write them at day post them at night but i finish them first (i do like 90% at day)

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hellloo , so sorry for this but is it possible for an insecure reader abt her physical looks and baku tries and help to remind her how beautiful she is and then slowly turns into soft smut ?? sorry🫣🫣

Hiiii no need to be sorry at all 🥺💕 your request is super sweet and totally possible

Title: You're Mine, Beautiful Pairing: Hwang Humin x Insecure!Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Soft Smut Word Count: ~4.1k Warnings: Body image insecurities, crying, emotional vulnerability, gentle reassurance, soft smut, praising, protected sex, safe aftercare, soft dom!Humin Note: This takes place in a peaceful domestic setting—just Humin and you, in the quiet safety of his room.

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You sat on the edge of the bed with your knees pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. Humin was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and humming some tune under his breath, unaware that your chest felt like it was caving in.

Your eyes burned, not from exhaustion, but from holding back the tears all evening.

You had tried to hide it. You always tried to hide it.

But tonight, every glance in the mirror had felt like a confirmation of every quiet fear. Your stomach. Your thighs. The way your clothes sat. The way nothing ever seemed… right.

You buried your face into your hoodie sleeves.

You hated feeling like this. Weak. Ugly. Small.

The door opened and you quickly looked away, pretending to scroll through your phone.

Humin padded into the room, barefoot, towel slung over his shoulder, his hair damp from the shower. He froze when he caught the look on your face—too still, too quiet. He knew you too well.

He crouched in front of you, hand reaching to gently push your hair behind your ear.

"Hey," he said softly, voice low and patient. "What’s going on?"

You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "Nothing. I'm fine."

“You’re a shit liar,” he murmured, not unkindly. “C’mere.”

You didn’t resist when he coaxed you into his arms, burying your face against his chest. His shirt was soft, and he smelled like clean laundry and cedarwood shampoo. You clung to him without meaning to.

"I just..." Your voice cracked. "I don't feel pretty. Or... enough. I look at myself and I hate it. I feel disgusting. I know it's stupid, but I—"

“Stop,” he said immediately, firmly, but not harsh. He pulled back just enough to cup your face. His thumbs wiped under your eyes.

“It’s not stupid,” he whispered. “Don’t ever say that again.”

Your lip trembled, and he kissed the center of your forehead.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

You gave him a small, skeptical laugh, but he didn’t waver. His eyes searched yours, steady and warm.

“No. Listen to me, Y/N. I’m serious.” His hands moved to your waist, fingers curling around your sides. “I don’t want you to think you have to hide from me. Not like this. Especially not over your body.”

You bit your lip, looking down.

“I just don’t see what you see,” you whispered.

He took a breath, then carefully guided you to lie back on the bed. He hovered over you, keeping space between your bodies.

“I know,” he said gently. “But maybe I can show you.”

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

His eyes softened even more. “Let me remind you how beautiful you are. Let me take my time with you.”

Your breath caught, heart stuttering in your chest.

“You sure?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t,” he murmured. “But only if you want it too.”

You hesitated. But with the way he was looking at you — like you were something fragile and precious, not broken — you nodded.

“…Okay.”

Humin kissed you softly at first. No rush. No pressure. Just a whisper of lips against yours. He kissed your cheek next. Then your jaw. Then down the slope of your neck, whispering affirmations between each one.

“So pretty.”

“Can’t believe you don’t see it.”

His hands slid under your hoodie slowly, warming your skin. You tensed, instinctively.

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, pulling back. “You’re okay. We’ll go slow.”

You nodded, trying to breathe.

He helped you take it off gently, like he was undressing something sacred.

When he saw you—really saw you—his eyes didn’t flinch. Didn’t judge. They just softened further, full of that same aching tenderness.

“Perfect,” he whispered, fingers brushing over your sides. “Every part of you. Right here? I love this.”

He kissed your stomach, making you shiver.

“Here too,” he said, kissing your hip.

“And these thighs?” he murmured, dragging his hands down, spreading them gently so he could slot between. “Gorgeous.”

By the time he kissed back up to your lips, your eyes were wet for a whole different reason.

He kept it slow. Kept you grounded.

Every touch was permission. Every kiss a reassurance.

When you finally let him take the rest of your clothes off, he treated it like something sacred.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, taking you in. “I mean it. And I’ll keep saying it until you believe it.”

When he undressed himself, he didn’t rush. He let you look, let you breathe.

“Still okay?” he asked, hand resting beside your head.

You nodded, whispering, “Please.”

The first time he pushed inside you, you clutched his shoulders, overwhelmed by how gentle he was—how he waited, how he listened to your body, how he whispered things like:

“Just like that, baby.”

“You’re doing so good.”

“You feel so good around me.”

He moved slow, grinding his hips deep and careful, kissing you through every moan, holding your hand.

You cried again, silently this time, overwhelmed by how seen you felt. Not just touched. Seen.

“You okay?” he asked, immediately stilling.

“Yeah,” you whispered, tightening your grip on him. “I just… didn’t know it could feel like this.”

He kissed the corner of your mouth.

“This is what you deserve,” he murmured. “Every time. Someone who sees all of you and still wants to worship it.”

He moved again, slower, deeper, whispering more praise against your lips.

“So pretty like this.”

“So good for me.”

“I love seeing you like this, Y/N.”

Your orgasm snuck up on you, sweet and warm and overwhelming, making you cling to him like a lifeline. He followed soon after, gasping your name into your neck as he came, his body shuddering.

Later, he cleaned you up gently, holding you to his chest while stroking your hair.

“You’re not disgusting,” he whispered. “You never were.”

You blinked up at him sleepily, heart still thudding.

“You mean it?” you asked.

He nodded.

“I love your body,” he said softly. “But I also love you. Every thought. Every dumb laugh. Every insecurity you try to hide. I want all of it.”

You buried your face into his chest again.

“You’re too good to me,” you mumbled.

“No,” he said, kissing your hair. “I’m exactly what you deserve.”

End.

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MORE BAKU SMUT i loved ur last one i read it like a million times ngl

OMG IM SO HAPPY WOWOW 😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕💖💖💖💖🫶🫶🫶🫶 So many people asked me for a part 2, so let’s get into it!

Warnings: unprotected sex

wc: 2.8K

Meet and Greet

Click here for part 1 (Courtside confessions)

18+ MINORS DNI

Hoomin, or Baku, as his friends insisted on calling him, stood at the entrance of your cozy apartment, sneakers spotless and hair suspiciously tidy. A smile tugged at his lips, but there was a stiffness to his posture that gave away the butterflies in his stomach.

You opened the door to your nervous and shaky boyfriend, and smiled softly.

"She's already here" you said, leading him inside. "Try not to flirt with my mom."

He scoffed, clearly flustered. "Please. I can’t help being a charm to mothers." He adjusted his shirt.

In the living room, your mother stood up from the floor cushion, warm but observant. Hoomin bowed deeply, his voice dropping into polite reverence.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am. I'm Hoomin. Thank you for having me."

Your mother analyzed him from head to toe. He was tall and confident, but there was a subtle shake in his tone, on the outside, he seemed much better than your previous boyfriends. You settled onto the floor around the low table, filled with steaming bowls of rice, kimchi, and bubbling jjigae, Hoomin practically salivating from the smell. He’s a foodie, but he couldn’t show that in front of his new step mother.

It was going well. He laughed at your mother's jokes, listened with genuine interest when she talked about growing up in Busan, and never once interrupted. He even took the second-to-last piece of bulgogi, a sign he had manners, but not the kind that made your mom think he was too shy to eat.

"So" your mother asked with a sly look, "how did you two meet?"

Before Hoomin could respond, a grind grew on your face and you answered, "He asks every girl if they’re lost on campus then collects their phone numbers, I got tricked too”

He coughed mid-chew, and his ears turned red “What? No! Nonono! That’s not what happened!” Hoomin hurriedly shook his hands at your mother to avoid misunderstanding.

You grinned, lips pressed against your spoon to hide your laugh. He leaned over and hit your knee slightly, telling you to quit embarrassing him.

Your mother noticed the interaction and hid her own smile behind her tea cup. There was something gentle about the boy.

He was practically made of charm and swagger, the typical popular college boy, but he was watching you like you were the only person in the room. His body angled toward yours unconsciously, his hand pushing the soup bowl closer to make sure it didn't tip and spills on you. And when you laughed, he seemed to light up a little.

After dinner, when Hoomin helped carry dishes to the sink without being asked, your mother leaned closer and whispered.

"He's got a big head, but a good heart. You chose well."

Night life was awakening and neon signs flickered to life. Hoomin and you walked side by side, hands brushing occasionally but not quite lacing fingers yet. It was that kind of night, a small breeze and good energy.

"Do you think your mom likes me?" Hoomin asked "you’re still thinking about that?"

Hoomin tucked his hands into his jacket’s pockets.

"She laughed at my jokes." He affirmed, proud of himself.

"She was laughing at you, not with you."

Hoomin stopped mid-step, one hand over his chest in mock betrayal. "Wow. Still bickering me. You wound me."

"You'll live" you said, smiling as you kept walking.

He jogged a step to catch up, slipping two fingers through the belt loop of your jeans just briefly, and his stupid jokes came back, they always do when he gets comfortable.

"If your mom likes me so much, she might want to adopt me, would that make us... siblings?!”

He looked at you with fake surprise on his face. “What the fuck min’ ” you laughed, his brain worked a little weird at times.

You looked up at him with that soft, thoughtful gaze that always made him feel like you were reading past his jokes, into something quieter. It settled him in a weird way. Made his usual energy take a breath.

You ended up at a little food stall on a corner, the kind with steamed buns and tteok skewers sizzling on a grill. Hoomin ordered for both of them, tossing in a hot drink you didn't ask for but he knew you liked. He paid with the kind of casualness that made it clear it wasn't about showing off. Just from habit.

You sat on a short stone ledge near the Han River, the soft sound of water running in the distance, the golden lights of the bridge glowing on the surface.

Hoomin was quiet and watching you like you were the only thing he couldn't joke his way out of.

Finally, you leaned your shoulder against his, and he let out a soft breath. He rested his chin briefly against the top of your head.

There was a rare feeling of calm in between the two of you, no bickering, no teasing, just quiet and something steady. There was this simple truth between you, you just liked being next to each other.

And in the middle of a busy city that never stopped moving, that quiet feeling was everything.

You were walking again, Hoomin's paper cup long empty, your fingers now wrapped around the sleeve of his hoodie instead of your drink.

The streets had quieted some, the crowds thinning as the night grew deeper.

Hoomin was telling a dramatic story, probably (most likely) exaggerated, about a teammate wiping out during practice, using wild hand gestures and sound effects. You laughed, trying to muffle it behind your hand, but he caught it and shot you a triumphant grin.

"Don't try to act like I'm not hilarious."

"You are hilarious" you said dryly. "In a very secondhand embarrassment sort of way."

"Tssst." He hissed. “Uncalled for.” He nudged your shoulder gently.

You grinned, face tilted toward the sky like you were catching a breeze.

You turned onto his block, the building ahead dark except for a warm light glowing from a window two floors up. Hoomin looked at you, the smile still on his lips but softer now, more tired around the edges.

He stopped just outside the entrance, letting the quiet settle around you.

"This is my house" he said, voice lower.

You didn't move. Your hand was still holding the edge of his hoodie sleeve, your fingers curled a little tighter.

"I know”

He glanced down, eyes tracing the line of your profile, the way your mouth pressed together like you were considering something too big to say.

You were still for a long moment.

Then you looked up, really looked, and he held your gaze. The teasing was gone now. It was just you, standing in the hush of night, the whole city stepping back to give a beat of stillness.

His voice, when it came, was soft. "You wanna come up? Just for a little."

You nodded once. "Okay."

Inside, the place didn't look at all like you expected.

Minimalist. Clean lines. Mostly neutrals. It wasn't sterile, just... simple. A few papers, probably his dad’s, layed around the dinning table. Hoomin’s basketball shoes sat tucked under a small bench by the door. It was almost quiet in a way she wasn't used to associating with him.

"I don’t know why I expected a bunch of your stuff laying around, did you clean knowing I’d come and visit?”

He looked sheepish, kicking off his shoes. "You thought I would be messy didn’t you? Too much stuff stresses me out."

You stepped further in, turning in a slow circle.

"It's kind of... peaceful."

You looked at him, as he leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you.

"You're not that chaotic” you said.

"No?"

"No" you murmured, stepping closer to the kitchen window. "Just... loud."

That pulled a small laugh from him.

"I should go soon.." she said, but your voice was too soft to mean it.

He didn't answer right away. Just looked at you staring through the window, with something close to wonder.

"You can stay a little longer" he said.

The city lights spilled in through the window, painting you in soft gold and electric blue. Hoomin hadn't turned on any lights. It felt like a choice, like he didn't want to break whatever this quiet thing between you was becoming.

His jaw was tense like he was trying to say something but didn't trust the words not to ruin it.

You looked back at him

Hoomin pushed himself off the counter, slow and steady, walking towards you without a word. His cocky grin was gone. There was nothing playful in his eyes now, only focus. Only you.

When he reached you, he didn't say a thing. You could finally see his gaze, the eyes he was giving you. They were so tender, so loving, like he had been admiring you like a painting.

He lifted his hand to your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing just under you eye, slow and warm.

You tilted into the touch, barely breathing.

And then he kissed you.

It was slow, and warm like he'd been waiting for the right moment and knew exactly when to take it. His lips pressed to yours just because it felt right. You breath hitched as you hands found his waist, gripping the bottom of his hoodie like you needed something to hold on to.

He deepened the kiss gradually, bringing you closer into his arms with each breath, One hand stayed at your cheek, the other drifting down to rest lightly at your hip, grounding you.

When you finally pulled apart, just barely, your lips still brushing, you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, dark gaze softer now, but hungry.

Hoomin couldn’t speak a word, like the kiss had shut him up. You could catch the glow in his eyes with the little bit of light coming in from outside.

This time, your fingers slipped beneath the edge of his hoodie, skimming warm skin, and he sucked in a quiet breath against your mouth.

It wasn't about rushing anything, it was about being wrapped in the heat of the moment, your shared space almost breaking with the kind of tension that lingered on skin.

The kiss slowed again, but didn't lose its weight.

Your voice was barely audible, "I don't want to leave yet."

"Your mother will worry if I don’t bring you back home soon" his thumb stroke the curve of your lips. "But you can stay just a little more"

This time you leaned into a kiss first, no more words were spoken. It was just so softness of his hands brushing through your hair, tugging them aside.

You knew he wouldn’t initiate anything more, as much as he wanted to, there wasn’t much more time you could spend together before you’d need to go.

Your fingers lingered under his hoodie and shirt, finding their way down to his crotch, drawing circles.

He broke the kiss, almost panting, like your touch alone could get him to lose his breath.

“Shit don’t do that if you keep going I might lose it” his eyes were intense, like he was ready to take all of you the next second.

“You don’t have to hold back with me” your lips brushed his in a gentle but suggestive manner.

Hoomin hungrily kissed you again, wrapping an arm around your waist, leading you against the wall behind you. His desperate lips slid to your neck, letting out small noises as he sucked lightly the warm skin.

You instinctively raised your head up, giving him more space to kiss you all over. His kisses were breathy but full of promises. Promises to care for you before you have to go.

He fingers interlocked with yours as he let go of your neck. Still without a word, he guided you toward the living room. He threw this shirt somewhere on the carpet and layed you down princess-style on the couch and hovered you.

His eyes were glistening, watching your puffy lips from kissing, then looking down at your half covered chest. His lips pressed against each other, he felt like he shouldn’t look but fuck did he want to.

Hoomin pinned both of your hands up your head and slid your shirt off himself. And left kisses lower and lower till he reached the outline of your pants.

He could feel your body squirming under him and he looked up as you were already watching him.

His eyes furrowed, peace was fun but the hot feeling in between his legs was taking over slowly. He unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down just enough to see your pretty laced underwear set, wrapping you so well he thought he could lose it anytime soon.

He bit his lips and rested his forehead down against your pelvis like he needed a moment so he doesn’t go insane.

When his head lifted, his thumb brushed over your bud through your panties, getting small whines from you.

Maybe Hoomin was already fucked out, or maybe it was the late hour, but his mind was inevitably in the clouds.

His circles quickened and you couldn’t help your back arching, your leg kicking a little as he was drawing on your most sensitive spot.

“Fuck I’m so close Hmin’, so close-“

He smiled through his dizziness, eager to see your body tremble under his touch.

And with one last arch your mind went blank, the feeling of him wrapped your body into numbness. Time felt uncountable, seconds felt slower when it was just the both you alone, like this.

Hoomin tosses his pants away as he checked up on you. Half your face against the cushion under you, as your vision went back.

Seeing how Hoomin was also only in his underwear now, you let your hand slide on his thigh over you, his head rolled back like gravity had dropped from your touch alone.

“Urgh” his moans couldn’t be muffled, he was so loud you worried people could hear him outside.

“Babe.. don’t tease —fuck” his mouth dropped open when your hand slipped under his boxers, taking out his length and pumping him a few times. Stopping your boyfriend mid-breath.

His lips pressed against each other in a desperate attempt not to lose it. He hovered you, your chests nearly touching.

Watching you with a fond look, like there was only you in his world, he kissed you one more time and his length found its way in you.

His movements were slow but burning with affection. He kept his body above you with one hand and let his other glide your curves like he was unwrapping you like a present.

He detached your bra, taking it off smoothly through the more passionate make out he was giving you.

When you move your hips rhythmically his lips drops into an “o” and his eyes flutter with pure pleasure.

“You feel so good, I missed you” he says with a honey tone that you swear could melt you away.

The better he felt the more he’d praise you. His thrusts got quicker, a little harsher and deeper like his only goal to be buried in the furthers corners of you.

His lips slid down to your chest, nibbling on your nips with his tongue, sometimes slightly bitting to get a whine out of you.

And a knot in your stomach formed.

You didn’t have time to anticipate it, it grew and washed over you within seconds, your back arching upwards, bodies so close. Your head naturally threw back as you felt the heat in your core run through your body.

When your back comes back down, you could see Hoomin’s cornered smile, proud he had given you what you deserve. And his hips buckled into you, shaky.

He pulled out, not wanting to cum into you raw, gentle took hold of your hand and finished himself off, releasing over your wrist wrapped around him.

His moans were loud and clear, they had you close your legs together, almost shy. One thing’s clear, Hoomin wants you to know how good you make him feel and won’t hold back.

He dropped himself onto you, head on your chest again, feeling your heartbeat, your heat colliding together.

You gave yourselves a moment to catch your breath and he helped you up and cleaned you both.

“I hope your mom still think I’m a good man after this” Hoomin laughed

“She said you got a good heart.. and a big head”

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aleese1111 | masterlists,, fandoms

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weak hero class : geum seong je : . oil and cashmere one shot . three wolves, one flame w/ baek jin three parts . bruises & glances two parts . crash into me one shot . the ribbon she wore one shot . two inches of denial one shot

na baek jin : . the check up two parts . three wolves, one flame w/ seong je three parts

yeon si eun : . homework and heart one shot . the night he noticed one shot

ahn suho : . not about trust, but fear two parts

eunjang quartet boys : . after the storm one shot

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can u do a baku smut hcs thankzzz ‼️

baku nsfw hc's

general

» he's huge. like thick and girthy, with a nice length to it, somewhere around 7in. he'll almost always give you some type of belly bulge, and it's so hot to him. it always takes a crazy amount of prep for you to comfortably take him all, and even then it still feels like he's splitting you open.

» loves creampies so much its insane. seeing his cum trickle out of you is enough to get him going again. he'll push his cum back and start fingering you softly, making you whine in oversensitivity before slamming back into you without warning. he also has a huge breeding kink, always muttering something about it.

» is aware of his strength, and uses it to his advantage. baku loves fucking you against a wall where you're helpless and at his mercy. you can't do anything except claw at his back from the pleasure

» speaking of being helpless.. he likes making you take it. it's easy for him to just pin you down and fuck you senseless. he's big into overstimulation and always milks you dry this way

» has some insane stamina. he can go multiple rounds in a row and still be up for more, even if you're on the verge of passing out. on days where he's pent up, you better pray that he's satisfied soon. if not, you'll be used relentlessly by baku

» pace is fast and rough. he doesn't have to do much movement to go deep, so he focuses on speed. some precision is lost because of it, but he still hits all the right spots. definitely a cervix bruiser

» pretty big fan of bondage, more on you than him. even tied up he can easily break out of them, so it's more about self control on his end. his favorite aspect about bondage is seeing how pretty you look in the ropes. seeing how sensitive you get is a delight to baku

» a huge tease. he'll bring you so close to the edge just to stop his actions completely, feigning innocence when you complain. it's not his fault that you're just so fun to play with. he also won't do anything first unless you admit exactly what you want, solely because you always get too flustered to say it. he enjoys watching you get desperate for him, to the point of swallowing your pride.

» hes very prone to getting boners. if you "accidentally" drop something and bend over in front of him to grab it, he pops a semi almost instantly. just a couple kisses and his cock is almost rock hard, pressing against your thigh.

» definitely dominant. watching you submit to him gets him so turned on. knowing that you trust him enough to go into subspace around him is something that he'll always cherish. also, setting punishments for you when you break one of his rules is so fun to him. sometimes its orgasm denial, sometimes its spanking, or sometimes its edging. the options are endless and baku is very creative when it comes to them.

» an ass guy for sure. he's obsessed with watching it bounce with every thrust, and how red it gets when he spanks you. he can't control his strength around you, so it always leaves your ass a deep red and slightly bruised.

» i feel like he'd be into some dubcon/cnc. of course he wont do anything without your consent, but hearing you plead for him to stop without saying your safe-word turns him on more than he'd like to admit. you can say it's too much all you want, but baku knows that you still want more since you haven't safe-worded yet

» not a huge fan of hickeys, but likes them in moderation. too many is slightly embarrassing, so he stops you after maybe 2 or 3 visible ones. he'd like giving you hickeys too, but he has other means of marking you up (bruises)

» bigggg on aftercare. he always looks forward to the intimacy of it (and seeing the aftermath of what he did to you). baku knows he can be rough, so he wants to know that you're okay mentally and physically after

fin

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Hiii could I request Baku smut where reader is on the unions team and There’s a lot of tension between her and Baku

Smoke and Fire

Pairings: Park Humin (Baku) x Fem!Reader

Summary: The intense build-up between you and Baku finally breaks.

Warnings: Explicit smut, rough sexual tension, enemies to lovers vibes, dirty talk, dominance/submission themes, language, mdni

You could always feel him watching you.

Baku wasn’t subtle about it. Never had been. Not since you first walked into Baekjin’s inner circle and dared to speak without being told to. Not since you showed up to a fight with blood on your knuckles and that satisfied little smirk still sitting on your lips.

He hated you.

Which meant you had him exactly where you wanted him.

“You’re staring again,” you said one night, flicking your cigarette ash onto the floor like you owned the damn warehouse.

He didn’t respond. Typical.

You let your eyes drift to where he leaned against the wall arms crossed, eyes sharp, lips in that permanent scowl. His jaw twitched when your gaze lingered.

You grinned. “I should start charging you for the attention.”

“I should tape your mouth shut,” he muttered under his breath.

You laughed, slow and low, and stepped closer just to test him. “And miss out on all the filthy things you want to hear from it? Shame.”

That jaw of his tightened again. Bingo.

Later that night, Baekjin told the two of you to clean up after a fight just you and Baku, surrounded by blood, broken glass, and furniture in ruins. You were both banged up but still standing. And still stubborn.

You bent to pick up a broken bottle, your shirt riding up just enough to show skin. You could feel his eyes on you like a second heat.

When you stood and turned, you caught him midglance. He didn’t look away fast enough.

“Caught you again,” you teased, stepping right into his space. “You want something, Baku?”

He didn’t move. Just glared. “You talk too much.”

“You think too much,” you countered, brushing a hand up his chest. “Your problem is you’re scared to do what you really want.”

He grabbed the wall beside your head with one hand, trapping you in. Your heart thudded, but you didn’t let it show.

“You don’t know what you’re playing with,” he growled.

You looked him dead in the eyes, a wicked grin tugging at your lips. “I do. That’s why I’m still playing.”

And that’s when he snapped.

His mouth was on yours like a crash hot, hungry, furious. You kissed him back just as hard, your teeth clashing, fingers tangled in his jacket. He tasted like frustration and control barely held, and you wanted more.

His hands were under your shirt in seconds, rough palms sliding up your ribs, thumbs flicking over your nipples, making you gasp into his mouth. He yanked your shirt up halfway and bit down on your lip until you whimpered.

“You like being a brat, don’t you?” he muttered, lips dragging down your throat. “Just begging to be put in your place.”

“I like watching you try,” you said, nails scraping down his neck.

He lifted you like it was nothing, gripping your thighs tight and pinning you against the nearest desk. Your back hit cold wood, and papers flew as he shoved them aside.

You stared up at him your breath quick, heart racing, but still in control. “Come on, then. Show me how much you hate me.”

He didn’t hesitate. Your jeans were gone in seconds. So were his. You didn’t even take your underwear off, he just shoved yours aside and lined himself up, fingers digging into your thighs.

Then he was inside you in one deep, punishing thrust.

You cried out, head falling back against the desk, the stretch sending heat up your spine. He was thick, deep, and rough from the start.

“You’ve been soaked since the second you walked in,” he said, voice ragged. “Weren’t you the one acting like you didn’t want this?”

You moaned, hips arching up to meet his thrusts. “Didn’t say I didn’t. I just wanted to see how long you could hold back.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing fast, teasing and relentless. Your head was spinning his rhythm brutal, his hand skilled, his mouth dragging along your throat with little bites that promised bruises.

He was everywhere. Inside you, over you, owning you.

“I should keep you like this,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Mouth shut. Legs open.”

“You’d miss my mouth,” you whispered, gripping his shirt as he pounded into you. “You’re obsessed with it.”

“Damn right I am.”

He drove into you faster, the desk shaking beneath your back. You were close so close your whole body trembling as heat coiled tight in your core.

When it hit, it hit hard.

You came with a strangled moan, legs locked around him, nails digging into his back. Your whole body clenched, and he cursed under his breath, fucking you through it as you pulsed around him.

Then he followed, hips jerking, body shuddering as he came deep inside you with a low, guttural growl that sent chills down your spine.

For a few seconds, there was only breathing. Skin against skin. The echo of heat still in the air.

Then you opened your mouth.

“Told you you’d snap first.”

He looked down at you, still catching his breath, and rolled his eyes. “Next time I bring duct tape.”

You smirked, lazy and satisfied, fingers still playing with the hem of his shirt. “You can try. But then you wouldn’t get to hear me moan your name.”

He growled and kissed you again rough, bruising, addictive.

And deep down, you already knew..

There would be a next time.

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Hiii could I request Baku smut where reader is on the unions team and There’s a lot of tension between her and Baku

Smoke and Fire

Pairings: Park Humin (Baku) x Fem!Reader

Summary: The intense build-up between you and Baku finally breaks.

Warnings: Explicit smut, rough sexual tension, enemies to lovers vibes, dirty talk, dominance/submission themes, language, mdni

You could always feel him watching you.

Baku wasn’t subtle about it. Never had been. Not since you first walked into Baekjin’s inner circle and dared to speak without being told to. Not since you showed up to a fight with blood on your knuckles and that satisfied little smirk still sitting on your lips.

He hated you.

Which meant you had him exactly where you wanted him.

“You’re staring again,” you said one night, flicking your cigarette ash onto the floor like you owned the damn warehouse.

He didn’t respond. Typical.

You let your eyes drift to where he leaned against the wall arms crossed, eyes sharp, lips in that permanent scowl. His jaw twitched when your gaze lingered.

You grinned. “I should start charging you for the attention.”

“I should tape your mouth shut,” he muttered under his breath.

You laughed, slow and low, and stepped closer just to test him. “And miss out on all the filthy things you want to hear from it? Shame.”

That jaw of his tightened again. Bingo.

Later that night, Baekjin told the two of you to clean up after a fight just you and Baku, surrounded by blood, broken glass, and furniture in ruins. You were both banged up but still standing. And still stubborn.

You bent to pick up a broken bottle, your shirt riding up just enough to show skin. You could feel his eyes on you like a second heat.

When you stood and turned, you caught him midglance. He didn’t look away fast enough.

“Caught you again,” you teased, stepping right into his space. “You want something, Baku?”

He didn’t move. Just glared. “You talk too much.”

“You think too much,” you countered, brushing a hand up his chest. “Your problem is you’re scared to do what you really want.”

He grabbed the wall beside your head with one hand, trapping you in. Your heart thudded, but you didn’t let it show.

“You don’t know what you’re playing with,” he growled.

You looked him dead in the eyes, a wicked grin tugging at your lips. “I do. That’s why I’m still playing.”

And that’s when he snapped.

His mouth was on yours like a crash hot, hungry, furious. You kissed him back just as hard, your teeth clashing, fingers tangled in his jacket. He tasted like frustration and control barely held, and you wanted more.

His hands were under your shirt in seconds, rough palms sliding up your ribs, thumbs flicking over your nipples, making you gasp into his mouth. He yanked your shirt up halfway and bit down on your lip until you whimpered.

“You like being a brat, don’t you?” he muttered, lips dragging down your throat. “Just begging to be put in your place.”

“I like watching you try,” you said, nails scraping down his neck.

He lifted you like it was nothing, gripping your thighs tight and pinning you against the nearest desk. Your back hit cold wood, and papers flew as he shoved them aside.

You stared up at him your breath quick, heart racing, but still in control. “Come on, then. Show me how much you hate me.”

He didn’t hesitate. Your jeans were gone in seconds. So were his. You didn’t even take your underwear off, he just shoved yours aside and lined himself up, fingers digging into your thighs.

Then he was inside you in one deep, punishing thrust.

You cried out, head falling back against the desk, the stretch sending heat up your spine. He was thick, deep, and rough from the start.

“You’ve been soaked since the second you walked in,” he said, voice ragged. “Weren’t you the one acting like you didn’t want this?”

You moaned, hips arching up to meet his thrusts. “Didn’t say I didn’t. I just wanted to see how long you could hold back.”

His fingers found your clit, rubbing fast, teasing and relentless. Your head was spinning his rhythm brutal, his hand skilled, his mouth dragging along your throat with little bites that promised bruises.

He was everywhere. Inside you, over you, owning you.

“I should keep you like this,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Mouth shut. Legs open.”

“You’d miss my mouth,” you whispered, gripping his shirt as he pounded into you. “You’re obsessed with it.”

“Damn right I am.”

He drove into you faster, the desk shaking beneath your back. You were close so close your whole body trembling as heat coiled tight in your core.

When it hit, it hit hard.

You came with a strangled moan, legs locked around him, nails digging into his back. Your whole body clenched, and he cursed under his breath, fucking you through it as you pulsed around him.

Then he followed, hips jerking, body shuddering as he came deep inside you with a low, guttural growl that sent chills down your spine.

For a few seconds, there was only breathing. Skin against skin. The echo of heat still in the air.

Then you opened your mouth.

“Told you you’d snap first.”

He looked down at you, still catching his breath, and rolled his eyes. “Next time I bring duct tape.”

You smirked, lazy and satisfied, fingers still playing with the hem of his shirt. “You can try. But then you wouldn’t get to hear me moan your name.”

He growled and kissed you again rough, bruising, addictive.

And deep down, you already knew..

There would be a next time.

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— park humin boyfriends hcs

baku x gn!reader

warnings: typical canon violence & possible grammar mistakes

a/n: hello i’m back from the dead :) i love whc and there’s quite literally almost nothing for them so here i am! feedbacks are deeply appreciated! baku is so bf btw i am so inlove with him

masterlist

• he would have the biggest crush on you.

• he’ll constantly tell gotak about you, and he’d reply with, “just ask her out already!”, despite gotak’s relentless encouragement, it still took him some time to muster up the courage to ask you out.

• once you started dating, gotak became your child—occasionally tagging along on your dates. he’s glad that his best friend and the one he cares about the most get along so well. after all, he’s still grateful gotak gave him the push to take you out on a date.

• speaking of dates, he absolutely loves taking you out on picnics. he always packs your favorite snacks, along with a few new ones he thinks you’ll enjoy. and if you casually mention loving something he brought—he’ll quietly take a mental note of it.

• he is a total sweetheart but he doesn’t know it. what could be a simple “good morning :) see you later ❤️ please take care.” to him means the most to you. he is oblivious about the fact that he is the sweetest person ever. one time, he casually brought up that he wishes for your happiness with every passing shooting star.

• so so energetic and LOUD, it’s hard to keep up with it, but you love it anyway. he loves expressing his love for you publicly—and it can be a little embarrassing, but you love him all the same.

• he is 100% a good listener. baku can sense when something’s wrong and would always take the time to talk things through, whether it’s an issue or something weighing on your mind. he never lets you go to sleep with a heavy heart, and he swears by that.

• he is also funny—and that is one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him. baku’s the type to crack up the corniest jokes just to make you smile.

• he will teach you basketball. no questions asked.

• he loves holding your hands at public, a simple way of showing you’re his. also, before he leaves after walking you home—baku never misses a chance to give you a gentle kiss to your forehead.

• when the tension with the union began, you would always be there to patch baku up after a fight, tending to his wounds and his weary heart. you never fail to remind him to be careful—gently murmuring, “you know i don’t like seeing you get hurt like this, baku” and he’d offer a quiet “i can handle it,” and a soft kiss planted to your lips.

• if you think he was protective before, he would be overprotective now. your safety is always his top priority, especially now that the union is constantly after him.

• when he finds out the union tried to use you as a bait—he’d tear through anything in his way and move heaven and earth if he had to—because nothing matters more than getting you back.

• the guilt lingers in him after that incident. from patching you up, successfully fighting the union, and even after that—but you reassure him that it is not his fault. it never was and never will be.

• you are each other’s lifelines. baku is simply the best boyfriend you could ever have. to be loved is to be seen and known, indeed.

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Can you please write a story about kang woo young x reader?

Vanilla Skies and Other Things I Never Said

Pairing: Kang Woo Young x Y/N AU: Ex-gangster turned quiet coastal café owner x burnt-out city girl Genre: Soft romance, slice-of-life, slow burn, comfort, gentle smut POV: Third person, using "Y/N"

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The town of Haebang-ri was the kind of place that only existed in postcards. All salt air and slow sunsets, with narrow streets and crumbling stone paths lined with ginkgo trees. It was also the kind of place where people didn’t ask too many questions—especially not about the tall man who owned the little cafe on the corner of the harbor.

Kang Woo Young didn’t smile much. He kept his dark hair swept back, always wore clean white shirts, and moved like someone who used to fight but chose not to anymore. People whispered things about him. That he had tattoos under his sleeves. That he had once killed a man. That he was hiding from something.

Y/N didn’t care.

She arrived in Haebang-ri on a train that wheezed like it was taking its final breath, dragging her suitcase behind her like an afterthought. Her burnout had been the slow kind. A quiet unraveling. By the time she finally booked the room above the small café, she didn’t even recognize herself anymore.

The first morning, she padded downstairs in oversized sweats and met him.

“Coffee?” he asked, voice deep but quiet.

She nodded.

He placed a cup in front of her.

“You look like you need it sweet.”

She blinked.

“You judging me?” she murmured.

One corner of his mouth lifted. Almost a smile.

“Just a guess.”

And so it began.

Days passed like warm waves.

She found herself downstairs every morning, then most afternoons, then evenings too. Sometimes reading. Sometimes just staring at the ocean through the café windows. Woo Young rarely spoke first, but when she did, he always answered. Always listened. And in his silence, there was something comforting—something unspoken that said stay as long as you need.

She caught him staring once, when she laughed too hard at her book.

“What?” she asked.

He looked away.

“Nothing.”

But his ears turned red.

The night everything shifted, the rain came in sheets.

The power went out. The café went quiet.

Y/N came down the stairs with a candle and found Woo Young sitting at the bar, sleeves rolled to his elbows, sipping something that looked suspiciously like whiskey.

“Scared of storms?” he asked without looking at her.

She sat beside him.

“Scared of silence.”

He looked at her then. Really looked. The candlelight made her skin glow, made her eyes look softer than usual. He poured a second glass and slid it over.

“To silence,” he said.

They drank.

Outside, thunder rolled.

Inside, her fingers brushed his.

“Do you ever miss it?” she asked. “Whatever it was you left behind?”

He didn’t answer for a long time.

Then: “I miss feeling like I was good at something. Even if it was bad.”

She reached for his hand. Held it this time.

“You make good coffee,” she said softly.

He laughed—a real one. The first she’d ever heard.

The kiss was inevitable.

It happened on the rooftop after the storm. The sky was still bruised with clouds, but the sea was calm again. They sat with their knees touching, sharing the last of the whiskey.

She turned to say something, but the words caught in her throat because he was looking at her like she was the last light left in the world.

“You can kiss me,” she whispered.

So he did.

Slowly. Carefully. Like a man who didn’t know if he deserved softness anymore.

She melted into it.

When his hands cupped her face, when her fingers tangled in his shirt, when he pressed her gently against the rooftop tiles—she didn’t think, she just let him in.

They didn’t rush.

The first time he touched her like that, it was behind locked doors, with nothing but the ocean breeze outside and the quiet hush of breath between them. He was reverent. Like he needed to memorize her with his mouth.

Her back arched. His lips followed.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured against her skin.

She didn’t.

They moved slow. Gentle. Like they had all the time in the world. And maybe they did.

When he finally sank into her, her hand clutched his shirt tight over his heart.

“Stay,” she whispered.

“I was already going to,” he breathed back.

Mornings after that felt different.

She still got her sweet coffee. But now it came with kisses pressed to her shoulder. With his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. With soft smiles and silence that no longer felt empty.

Woo Young never talked about what he ran from.

And Y/N never asked.

But in that small café by the sea, something began again. Something new. Something tender.

And every time he looked at her like that—like he was grateful she existed—she knew one thing for sure:

He wasn’t hiding anymore.

He was home

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can you do baku x fem reader but sunshine x sunshine where they act the same and r down bad for each other? (inluvvvv w ur writing )

Sunshine X Sunshine

Pairing: Baku x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff 🎀

Warnings: Cringe-level PDA, delulu behavior, sickening affection

Summary: You and Baku are both loud, clingy, and utterly obsessed with each other. Everyone else hates it. You don’t care.

“Tell me I’m pretty,” you said, flopping onto Baku’s lap like gravity no longer applied to you.

He barely blinked. “You’re the hottest person alive.”

“Louder.”

“You’re the hottest person alive and I’d let you ruin my life,” he said, completely deadpan, arm already around your waist.

You beamed. “That’s my man.”

Gotak, across the room, sighed. “You guys exhaust me.”

“Don’t be mad we’re in love,” Baku replied, kissing the top of your head with no shame.

You tilted your head up dramatically. “Baku?”

“Yeah?”

“If we ever break up—”

“—I’ll just follow you around like a pathetic loser and beg for crumbs of attention.”

You gasped. “You’d be so hot doing that.”

“I know.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was like that every day.

If you weren’t holding hands, you were linking pinkies. If you weren’t sitting in his lap, you were laying across him like a weighted blanket. You had a playlist titled “songs that make me wanna kiss Baku until I die.” He had one called “if she left me I’d cry on a basketball court.”

You once tripped and scraped your knee and he deadass picked you up bridal style and said, “She’s dying. I need a medic. She’s too pretty to bleed.”

You laughed the whole way to the nurse’s office.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were that couple. The ones that took couple selfies in ugly lighting. That shared one headphone on the bus and made dramatic eye contact. That sent “I miss you” texts while sitting next to each other.

And if anyone asked why?

You just shrugged and said “Because we’re in love. Duh.”

And Baku—resting his chin on your shoulder—just grinned and whispered.

“I love you, beautiful.”

A/N: thanks for liking my writing!! I really enjoyed writing this request lol

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MY FAVORITE WEAK HERO CLASS 1 & 2 FANFICT

Yeon Sieun

Yeon si-eun x reader

LOVE LESSONS

unspoken

After School Surprise Pt 1 , Pt 2

You 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

Don’t leave me behind

PARTY ON YOU Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3

sidelines

Not just friends

homework and heart

UNREQUITED Pt 1 , Pt 2

Ahn Suho

Oh Mama!

“Strike for Strike”

Stay a little longer

Just strong enough to love you

Go Hyuntak

go hyuntak boyfriend hcs

Not his girlfriend

Reconnection Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3

go hyuntak boyfriend hc's

Sickeningly in love literally.

Na Baekjin

before the storm

still, i choose you

Geum Seongje

Advice.. Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3 , Pt 4

collarless

let love bleed red

„Bite The Blade” Pt 1 - 8

❝ Love ❞ Pt 1 - 5

+ DISCOVER YOUR SECRETS Pt 1 - 5

+ YOU CARE SO MUCH

+ SIX FEET OF SMOKE AND SILENCE

Park Humin

Taking care of you

Oh Beomseok

afterglow

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Can you write Miles 42 where you do that one TikTok prank on him where someone keeps texting you and he gets mad and stuff and tries to look at your phone 😭

Give me the Phone.

E42!Miles x Fem!Reader

“Not gon’ say nothin’, chiquita?”

i’m gonna be real i have no clue what that trend is but the idea was adorbs 🤭

The decision to mess with him, in hindsight, may have been stupid.

But you just couldn’t help it.

So you hit record, and your friend, Anita, started bombarding you with texts, in on the bit.

It was so fun just to toy with him every now and then, get him riled up. A little angry, it was all in good fun. So it didn’t really matter in the long run, he always forgave you.

And the way he would eye you from across the room, as you giggled and smiled at your phone—.

Was pretty much worth it.

He was unable to do anything about it though, with everyone else around. Of course, you’d decided to mess with him in front of his family. When you couldn’t be called out.

His Mom and Uncle were barely two feet away from him, talking amongst themselves and occasionally addressing someone else at the inconveniently timed family gathering.

He watched you snort again as you glanced at the message, quickly smirking at the mystery-person’s notif.

No one is so eager to text with a friend. No one giggles and smiles when talking through text.

You don’t giggle at texts.

Miles leans back from his seat on the couch opposite to you, coffee table between the two of you. He drapes a hand over his knee and watches as your eyes trail him up.

He tips his head back and sighs, glaring at you from under his eyelashes. Your posture straightens and you eye his Adams apple before your screen flashes again, and your attention is gone.

This goes on for around another eight minutes before he loses his mind. He groans, checking the faces around you both to see no one in his belated family paying either of you attention.

Slowly, he gets up. Stretching to his full height and glowering down at you. You glance up at him innocently, another small smirk settled on your lips and he huffs a quick breath.

Miles rolls the joints in his neck and you can’t help but observe the way his tense posture makes him look ever-more menacing. A jolt of attraction shocking your spine.

The way his smirk curved his soft lips up,how his sunken eyes glowed threateningly on an up-cast light.

“C’mon, Mami.”

“Hmm?”

“Get up.”

He side stepped the table, being close to you now, his height towering over you from your sat position.

You sheltered the phone screen, making sure he couldn’t see you record.

“I’m busy—,”

“Now, Chiquita.”

“You can’t make me.”

The way you pouted up at him drove him mad, your eyebrows furrowing in defiance and your tone lifting.

"Bueno, entonces hagamos la cuenta regresiva."

You rolled your eyes, “Oh my god Miles! I’m not a kid.” You placed your phone face down beside you on the couch. He hummed.

Lowly, under his breath he spoke, “Three.”

“Fuck—, whatever fine. I’m up.” You roll your eyes, and push yourself up, grabbing your phone as you went.

“Talk t’me like a damn child.”

“‘S cause ya’ actin’ like a damn child.”

“Am not.”

He paused, dropping his face deadpan, and you snorted at the irony.

“See?”

“Whatever, loser. You’re just jealous i’m more fun.”

“Not what I’m jealous about.”

He slipped his palm over yours, linking your fingers with his. A few of his family members glanced your way, and you shifted in embarrassment before they looked away, paying you no mind.

Miles dragged you along with him, politely excusing himself, and you, from people who approached and made his way to his room. You following begrudgingly behind him.

He opened the door with a grip too tight, swung it open and clambered you both inside, before letting go of your hand and slowly shutting the door behind you both. Placing the key in the lock, twisting but not taking it out.

Never the type of man to trap you, or intimidate — you kind of felt bad for messing with him.

His back still to you, you let your knees hit the bed before sitting on the ledge, hands folded neatly in your lap and phone under them, shielding the screen.

Miles cracked his neck, muscles going taught before relaxing again as he turned. Eyes catching your own with a certain glee in them that felt more challenging than happy.

“Wanna ‘xplain yourself, mami?”

You huffed, only watching and pouting as he approached. Crossing your arms over your chest, and griping your forearms.

Unknowingly leaving your phone vulnerable to the man now much closer to you, just like before. Except now there wasn’t anyone stopping him from fucking with you.

“Not gon’ say nothin’, chiquita?”

Your phone buzzed.

You bit your lip and evaded smiling, smugness coming from the small win.

“Mm.” The low rumble of his voice made your eye flick back to his face, curiosity lacing your features for a spilt moment before you schooled them.

While unfocused on anything but his face, he took the opportunity to swipe your phone right from your lap, reflexes much quicker than yours.

“Hh—, Wait—!“ Your hand outstretched to try and catch the phone from his grip, but he was quicker. Holding the phone up high and placing his other hand over your shoulder so you couldn’t stand to grab it.

“Who the fuck—,” He flipped the screen toward himself, and when all he saw was your camera app open, recording for 13 minutes, and a notification from Anita, his smirk raised. One only of disbelief.

“You kiddin’?”

The camera was fixed on your sat body, and he stopped the recording, clicking Anita’s name and watching the texts appear.

You still there?

Did he find out LMAO

BROOO ARE U GETTING UR ASS BEAT LMFAOAOA

i’ll beat his ass tho fr, fight for u bbg 🫶

sorry in advance pumpkin 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

tiktoks gonna luv this

“Anita.”

He let his gaze fall on you, amusement and annoyance dancing with his emotions.

“No..” You pouted, dragging your hands back to your laps and smiling sheepishly.

“Oh my fuckin’ god, [Name].”

“It’s a prank?” Even you sounded unsure.

He snorted and glared at you, pushing you back until your back hit the bed.

“You wan’ make a tiktok? We don’ make one.”

“Wha—“

You heard the record button play before you could speak, and felt your instincts kick in a second too late bfore a pillow hit your face. You spluttered—

—Before clambering up the bed to get a pillow too.

“Oh, Fuck you!”

“Nah, Mami, wrecked your chances.”

You grabbed a pillow and swung back behind you, hitting him square in the face before he snatched it off you with a playfully pissed expression. One hand still holding the phone towards you.

You smirked at him and flipped the camera off. “Eat shit, loser.”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ regret that.”

You squealed and laughed, trying to grab another pillow in time before your ankle was grabbed and dragged down the bed, your laughter following.

You did in fact, regret it.

—

+BONUS!!!

“How’s it feel to fuckin’ lose?”

Miles grinned behind the camera, braids loosened slightly due to the tussling between you two—,

“Die.”

He laughed and ended the recording.

“Y’know I love you?”

You pouted, resisting the need in your fluttering heart to smile up at him.

“Yeah, yeah— whatever, big boy.”

“Good, cause i’m posting that.”

“Morales!”

—

DONE!!! HOPE I DIDNT BUTCHER IT :3

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내게 빛이 되어준 그댈 / i promise you, i promise you

(gn reader/fluff/891 words) while waiting for the bus in the rain, sieun accepts a ride home from someone special

notes: i have not seen s2 so no spoilers please, an anon requested a weak hero fic so i hope this is enough for now, sieun rides the bus for the plot, reader rides a motorcycle for the plot, possibly ooc sieun, written with male reader in mind, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from wanna one - i promise you

YEON SIEUN has a habit of staring at the ground. he can’t help it. maybe years of craning his head to stare down at his various textbooks had become a comfort. or maybe it was easier to slip through life that way - seen, but not heard. simply a background character. no friends, no drama. no matter what’s going on in the world around him, sieun looks at his feet; he studies his shoes. one foot in front of the other.

but then, there was you. you; suho’s friend, far too laid back and relaxed, even with college entrance exams slowly approaching. you; your bright smile and soft voice that sieun can’t seem to get out of his mind. you; the low hum of your motorcycle pulling up beside the bus stop in the dark and coming to a stop beside him. 

“sieun!” he only catches a glimpse of your smile when you tug your helmet off, quickly ducking beneath the bus stop to join him. rain has begun to fall, as evidenced by the water droplets slowly rolling off of your shoulders. beneath the golden glow of the flickering streetlight, sieun’s gaze lingers on you. and, more specifically, your jacket. 

“is that suho’s?” the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop himself. they’re a shaky, jumbled mess when they cut through the quiet of the night. 

“hm?” you’re looking at him again now, cocking your head to the side slightly. your eyebrows furrow. 

sieun swallows. “the jacket,” he says. “is it suho’s?”

“oh, yeah,” you chuckle softly. a few water droplets roll off of the fabric when you shift, showing off the design woven across the sleeves. “he let me borrow it for the night since it’s raining.” 

sieun bites his tongue, then nods in acknowledgement. it wasn’t uncommon for you and suho to share clothes. he had recognized a pair of your shoes abandoned in the corner the last time he visited and suho had worn your school uniform when he forgot his own on more than one occasion. that didn’t make him feel any better though. 

“hey,” sieun’s gaze snaps back up to meet yours at the sound of your voice. you take a step forward, closing the distance between your bodies. “do you want a ride home? i don’t think the rain will let up anytime soon.” 

he pauses. contemplates. sieun glances towards the street. a small puddle has begun to gather near the curb, threatening to flood the sidewalk. the downpour has only gotten stronger. gusts of wind cut through the night sky. sieun could walk home, but he’d risk a cold by doing so. and then-

siuen nods. “thank you.” 

you smile brightly. sieun remains silent as he follows away from the bus stop and into the rain towards your motorcycle. his body stiffens beneath the cold rain, shivers racing down his spine. the water seeps into the thin fabric of his clothes and flattens his hair against his forehead. he wraps his arms around himself, attempting to find warmth in his jacket. 

siuen remains still when you turn to face him, holding your helmet out towards him. “here,” you say quietly. sieun’s eyes flutter shut as you gingerly place the helmet over his head. your hands feel warm when they accidentally brush against the side of his face. an unfamiliar feeling settles deep into his gut. 

through the plastic visor over his eyes, sieun blinks wearily at you. your smile seems to brighten at the sight. “cute,” you whisper. sieun looks down again. his shoes are wet and his face is flushed. his shoes are muddy and his heart is beating wildly in his chest. his feet are soaked and he can’t stop thinking about you. your hands. your smile. you.

sieun moves in a daze. he clumsily slides onto the back of your motorcycle. tentatively, sieun wraps his arms around your torso, clasping his hands together against your stomach. his chest presses against your back as he rests his chin against your shoulder. he can feel the vibrations of your laughter when you chuckle, even if he can’t hear the noise over the engine’s low rumble. “hold on tight!”

the drive to sieun’s apartment is quiet. uneventful. beneath the glow of the moonlight, sieun allows himself to relax. his grip around your waist becomes looser. he leans his head against your shoulder, careful to ensure that his helmet doesn’t bump into your head with each turn. 

sieun almost startles when you arrive, turning off the engine and leaning your motorcycle to the side against the kickstand. he leans back, allowing you to step to the side before following after you. you remove his helmet the same way you put it on - carefully but in one smooth action. 

“thanks for the ride,” sieun says quietly. 

you smile, soft and sweet. you shrug slightly, leaning back against your motorcycle as you turn to face him. “glad i could help.” 

sieun’s grip around his backpack tightens. the breeze picks up slightly; the winter chill is enough to tint the apples of your cheeks. he hopes it’s enough to hide the flush threatening to spread across his own features. “maybe i’ll see you later,” you say. 

beneath the glow of the flickering streetlights, you only catch a glimpse of his curt nod. “see you later.” 

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can I request a fem reader who loves taking care of sieun? They’re in a pretty new relationship and it isn’t like she pities him but more because it’s her love language!! Gift giving and quality time.

So reader loves memorizing every little thing about sieun down to his stationary,,(yes the pens are refilled by her) would even stay up with him while studying!

She’s very used to that routine and knowing sieun he would probably still be new to the relationship so often times he isn’t able to give back to reader as much and she’s really and insists that payment would be for him to smile just a little!!

So maybe one day sieun finally does something for reader that completely takes her aback and has her falling in love with him again!!

Im so so sorry if this was long!!! But I love your whc fics so much I’m excited for more!!

the night he noticed | yeon sieun x fem!reader

summary: she's memorized every pen refill, every yawn, every page turn. But the night he tells her—in the only way he knows—that he's memorized her too, becomes the moment everything changes.

warnings: [established relationship] comfort, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort

author's note: i don't know what to feel about this. requests ,,

there was something deeply comforting about the quiet between them. it wasn’t empty, nor was it awkward. it was the type of silence that wrapped itself around them like a soft blanket—the kind of hush that existed only between people who didn’t need to fill the air to feel seen.

she sat beside him, her legs tucked under her on the floor of his room, surrounded by books, scattered notes, and the quiet tapping of his mechanical pencil. the overhead light was dimmed, casting a gentle glow that didn’t interfere with concentration but still allowed them to see one another when they glanced up. it was late—later than most would stay up willingly—but she was used to that. used to this.

his pen clicked once, then twice. she reached over before he could do it again, switching it out for a refilled one. he blinked and looked at her, only briefly, but she saw the thanks in his eyes. he never said much, not in the beginning. words weren’t his strength, and she’d learned early that the language he spoke best was one of restraint and observation. so she’d adapted. she had learned him.

every pen refill, every extra highlighter, every back-up graph sheet tucked into his folder—those were her ways of loving him. staying up when her eyes begged for sleep, just to make sure he wasn’t alone in his intensity, was her routine. not because she had to. because she wanted to. because somewhere in the middle of library tables and coffee-fueled all-nighters, she had fallen for him. not the way people usually did. she didn’t fall for his silence, or despite it. she fell into it. and learned how to love inside it.

she didn’t expect things in return. she knew he wasn’t like her. he wasn’t wired to recognize the little things, let alone mirror them. that was okay. all she ever asked for was a smile. just a small one. and even that, she never pressed for. sometimes it happened, and when it did—it felt like the sun.

tonight, though, felt different.

he was writing, yes, focused like always. but there was something off about the way he glanced at her. more frequent. as if he were trying to say something without saying it. she didn’t comment. she only shifted, brushing a stray sticky note from his leg.

"you missed dinner," she said quietly.

he paused, then shrugged.

"you didn’t eat either," he replied.

she smiled softly. “didn’t want to leave you alone.”

he hummed, barely audible. then went back to writing.

minutes passed. maybe more. time moved strangely in their little cocoon. eventually, he closed the textbook, sliding it aside. she blinked at him, surprised.

“you done for the night?” she asked.

he didn’t answer. not directly.

instead, he stood up and disappeared briefly into the hallway. she heard faint sounds from the kitchen. her eyebrows furrowed.

when he returned, he held a small tray. a bowl of rice porridge—simple, warm, and clearly homemade. next to it, a mug of ginger tea. she stared at it, stunned.

"i didn’t know how to make much," he said, eyes down. “but i remembered you said your stomach hurts when you skip meals.”

her heart stilled.

he didn’t sit back down immediately. just stood there awkwardly, almost uncomfortable with himself. his ears were flushed, just barely.

she took the tray slowly, reverently. cradled it in her lap.

“you made this?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded. “i watched a video. checked the ingredients. made sure it wasn’t too salty.”

she blinked quickly, trying not to let tears pool in her eyes.

“i didn’t think you noticed,” she said. “about the stomachaches.”

“i notice more than i say.”

that was it. just that. but to her, it was everything.

she took a spoonful, the warmth of it somehow extending beyond the bowl and into her chest. it wasn’t perfect—but it didn’t need to be. the care in it was unmistakable.

“i memorize things too,” he said, quietly, almost defensively. “not like you. not as often. but i do.”

her throat tightened.

“i know you set out my pens by color,” he continued, eyes not meeting hers. “and that you refill them even when i don’t notice. i know you only drink that strawberry milk after 2 a.m. i know you leave your charger half-unplugged because you don’t like sparks.”

she covered her mouth with one hand, heart in her throat.

“i just don’t always know what to do with the things i notice,” he said finally. “but i’m trying.”

she put the tray aside and crawled across the space between them. he didn’t look up until her hands were cupping his face, gently.

his eyes, always so guarded, softened instantly.

“you don’t have to do anything with them,” she whispered. “just remembering is already more than enough.”

he leaned slightly into her touch. she felt him sigh—really sigh—for the first time in weeks.

“i wanted to give back,” he murmured.

“you did,” she replied, voice thick. “you are.”

she kissed his forehead, soft and slow.

that night, she stayed a little closer than usual. her head on his shoulder, his hand awkwardly but intentionally resting against hers. they didn’t speak again. they didn’t need to.

in the quiet, he noticed her. and finally, she knew—he always had.