perries-things

[perries-things]

+ YOU AND ME

in which Geum Seong-je happened to find someone very interesting... Baku's sister.

Geum Seong-je x Baku's sister

requested here.

The museum’s marble floors gleamed under the afternoon sun, filtering through tall windows. Yeon Si-Eun stood near a display of ancient pottery, his sharp eyes scanning a brochure, though his mind lingered on the weight of his past. Beside him, Park Hu-Min—Baku to most—grinned, nudging Seo Jun-Tae, who was fumbling with a stack of pamphlets. Go Hyun-Tak leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, watching the crowd with calm intensity.

“Relax, Jun-Tae,” Hu-Min said, his voice warm but teasing. “You’re gonna scare the kids with that nervous energy.”

Jun-Tae flushed, adjusting his glasses. “I’m not nervous! I just�� don’t want to mess this up.”

Si-Eun’s lips twitched, a rare half-smile breaking his stoic mask.

Hu-Min caught it, his grin widening. “Look at that! Si-Eun’s actually enjoying himself. Gotta mark this day in history.”

“Focus,” Hyun-Tak muttered, though his eyes softened. The group’s camaraderie was a fragile warmth, a shield against the shadows of their past fights with the Union.

But the peace didn’t last.

A shadow fell across the exhibit hall, accompanied by the scuff of boots and low, mocking laughter. Geum Seong-Je strode in, orange jacket slung over one shoulder, a dangerous grin splitting his face. Behind him, a handful of Kanghak High delinquents smirked, their presence like a brewing storm.

Si-Eun’s smile vanished. His hand tightened around the pen in his pocket.

“Well, well,” Seong-Je drawled, his voice laced with playful menace. “Eunjang’s finest, playing tour guides? Didn’t know you nerds had hobbies.”

Hu-Min stepped forward, his easy grin masking the steel in his eyes. “Seong-Je. You lost, or just here to ruin everyone’s day?”

Seong-Je’s laugh was sharp, like broken glass. “Just looking for some fun, Baku. And I hear your boy Si-Eun’s got some new tricks.” His gaze locked onto Si-Eun, who met it with a cold, unyielding stare.

Before the tension could snap, a new voice cut through, sharp and fearless.

“If you’re here for a fight, pick a better spot. These artifacts are worth more than your ego.”

All eyes turned to a girl near a display case, arms crossed and defiant glint in her eyes. Park Ji-Yeon, Hu-Min’s younger sister. A compact figure with a stance that screamed confidence. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and her volunteer badge hung crooked on her jacket, like an afterthought.

Hu-Min’s expression flickered, a mix of pride and exasperation. “Ji-Yeon, what are you doing here?”

“Looking out for you,” she shot back, tone dry. “Someone’s gotta keep you idiots out of trouble.”

Seong-Je’s grin widened, his eyes raking over her. “Baku’s sister, huh? Heard you’re a handful. Even Baek-Jin says to steer clear.” His tone was teasing, but there was caution beneath it, like a predator sizing up something it didn’t quite understand.

Ji-Yeon snorted, stepping closer. “Baek-Jin’s smarter than you, then. Walk away, or you’ll regret it.”

The Kanghak lackeys snickered, but Seong-Je raised a hand, silencing them. His gaze flicked from Hu-Min to Ji-Yeon. “Feisty. I like it. Let’s see if you’re as tough as your brother.”

Si-Eun’s voice cut in, low and sharp. “Leave her out of this.”

Seong-Je’s attention snapped back to him, his grin turning feral. “Oh, don’t worry, brainiac. You’re still my main event.”

The air crackled. Then Seong-Je lunged—his fist aiming for Si-Eun’s face.

But Si-Eun was faster, sidestepping and jabbing his pen into Seong-Je’s wrist. A grunt of pain followed. The museum erupted into chaos. Kanghak delinquents charged. Hu-Min, Hyun-Tak, and Jun-Tae sprang into action.

Ji-Yeon didn’t hesitate.

A lanky thug swung at her, underestimating her size. She ducked, years of sparring with Hu-Min showing in her smooth movements, and swept his legs out. He crashed to the floor. Another lackey grabbed her arm—she twisted free, slammed her elbow into his nose. A crunch followed.

“Nice one, Ji-Yeon!” Hu-Min called, mid-punch. “But stay back!”

“Like hell,” she shot back, eyes locking on Seong-Je and Si-Eun grappling near a glass case of swords.

Si-Eun fought with surgical precision—using displays to pivot and redirect. But Seong-Je was relentless. He landed a glancing blow to Si-Eun’s shoulder. Si-Eun staggered.

Before Hu-Min could stop her, Ji-Yeon moved.

She grabbed a broom, snapped the handle over her knee, and shouted, “Hey, adrenaline junkie!”

She hurled the broken shaft.

It hit Seong-Je square in the back.

He spun, grin faltering into something darker. “You really want to play, huh?”

Ji-Yeon stood her ground. “I don’t play. I win.”

Seong-Je laughed—wild, unhinged. “Baku taught you well. But you’re out of your league, princess.”

Before he could move, Hyun-Tak tackled him into a display stand. Alarms blared. Artifacts rattled.

Si-Eun recovered, eyes flicking to Ji-Yeon with unspoken gratitude.

“Enough!” Hu-Min roared, shoving down the last thug. He grabbed Ji-Yeon’s arm. “You’re gonna get yourself hurt.”

She yanked free. “I can handle myself! You taught me that.”

Seong-Je rose, brushing dust off his jacket, his grin returning—now tinged with wariness. “You’re all a damn riot,” he muttered, eyes lingering on Ji-Yeon. “Especially you. Tell you what, princess—next time, no backup. Just you and me.”

But Ji-Yeon didn’t know…

That the next time it would be just her and Seong-Je, the situation would look very different.

Her back slammed against a cold brick wall, chest rising in shallow gasps. Seong-Je stood inches from her, one hand braced beside her head, the other gripping her wrist tightly.

She’d been running. Not from him—but from something worse.

And he’d found her first.

His breath hitched as he looked down at her. Gone was the loud museum, the crowd, the chaos. Here, in a shadowed alley lit only by flickering neon, it was just the two of them. Just the sound of her breath, the tremble in her lip, the fierce defiance still flickering in her gaze.

“You should’ve known better than to run alone,” he murmured, voice low, rough, unreadable.

Ji-Yeon’s heart thundered. “Let me go.”

His grip didn’t loosen.

“I told you, princess,” Seong-Je said, his head lowering, the smirk returning to his lips. “Next time... no backup.”

Seong-je’s hand was still around her wrist—firm, but not hurting her. Not quite. His presence was suffocating, a storm pressed close, eyes dark and unreadable under the soft flicker of a nearby neon sign.

“You were being followed,” he said, voice low and steady, like he was trying to convince himself of something. “By them. Not me.”

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t trust her voice.

Didn’t trust him.

But she didn’t pull away either.

Seong-je’s eyes dropped to her hand—trembling slightly in his grip. He exhaled slowly through his nose, the moment hanging heavy between them.

“You’re bleeding.” His fingers moved, brushing over the scrape on her palm.

Ji-Yeon flinched at the touch. “Don’t pretend to care.”

Something sharp flickered in his gaze, but it wasn’t anger.

It was… guilt.

Frustration.

Something raw.

He leaned in, just slightly. Close enough for her to smell blood and sweat and the faint scent of smoke clinging to his clothes. Close enough to make her heart lurch.

“I don’t pretend,” he said, quiet now. “That’s your brother’s game. Your friends’ game. I say what I mean.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she snapped.

His eyes locked on hers. “It means when I told you I liked you back there, in the museum—I wasn’t joking.”

Ji-Yeon’s stomach dropped.

The world tilted.

“You’re insane,” she whispered, voice shaking now. “You humiliated my friends. You hurt people.”

“I never touched you,” Seong-je countered, voice hardening. “Never crossed a line.”

She scoffed. “Like that means anything—”

“—It does,” he interrupted, firm now. “Because I’ve hurt a lot of people. But I never wanted to hurt you.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

Seong-je’s hand dropped from her wrist.

He stepped back half a pace, hands lifted—not in surrender, but something quieter. A truce. A line he wouldn’t cross.

“I was there tonight because I saw those bastards circling you. I followed them. Not you. They were going to jump you near the exit.”

She stared at him. Dazed. Confused. Furious.

And something else she couldn’t name.

“Why?” she managed. “Why would you help me?”

His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. “Maybe because I’m selfish. Maybe because I wanted to be the one you looked at when you’re pissed off and breathing like that.”

He nodded toward her heaving chest, his voice suddenly quieter, throat tighter.

“Maybe,” he added, eyes raking over her, “because I haven’t stopped thinking about that look in your eyes when you threw that broken broom at me.”

Ji-Yeon blinked. “You’re insane,” she repeated—but it sounded different now. Weaker. Shaken.

He stepped closer again, his voice dropping an octave. “You stood your ground against me. No one does that, Ji-Yeon.”

“You scare people.”

“I scare you?”

She froze. Her silence said everything.

A crooked smile touched his lips—but there was no mockery in it this time. Just something dark and searching and dangerous in a way that made her chest tighten.

He reached out slowly, like she was a wild animal he didn’t want to spook. His hand brushed her jaw.

“Don’t,” she said—but her voice cracked.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said gently, his fingers curling just under her chin. “I could have. Back there. I could’ve scared you for real. But I didn’t.”

She swallowed.

“I’m not scared of you,” she whispered.

He leaned in, forehead nearly touching hers. “Then why are you shaking?”

Her hands balled into fists at her sides. “Because I don’t understand you.”

His mouth tilted closer, breath fanning her cheek. “Then figure me out.”

The silence stretched.

Ji-Yeon’s pulse was a wild thing in her throat. Her hand moved without permission—fingers gripping the front of his shirt, twisted tight.

And for a second, just a second, Seong-je went still.

Like he didn’t expect her to reach for him.

Like she’d become the danger now.

But she didn’t pull him in. She didn’t kiss him.

Instead, she shoved him—hard.

He stumbled back, blinking at her.

“Next time,” she said, voice trembling but fierce, “I won’t need backup. I’ll put you on the floor.”

Seong-je’s grin returned—but this time, it was slower. Darker. Almost proud.

“See you around, princess,” he said, walking backward into the night, hands in his pockets.

Ji-Yeon stayed frozen for a moment, back pressed against the bricks, heart still racing.

She didn’t know what that was between them.

But she knew it wasn’t over.

Not even close.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE + MASTERLIST

This is the kind of request, I would love to turn into a series. But for now, I guess this is what works 🫶

TAGLIST

@sunnyophelia @atztrsr @snoopsyka @cayrelyra @symphonies-of-poenies @ghost-reine @ginaaaa29 @gacktsa @inom17 @coffee-ii @dna-black-and-blue @intoanothermind @satoru2716 @kyungjunnies

[perries-things]

Make it up to you

Pairings: Na baekjin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend's late for your fourth monthsary, and you're mad—like, really mad. But Baekjin's determined to make things right with you.

Genre: smut (make-up sex)

Warnings: NSFW, language, praise kink, not using protection, marking/biting, oral (F!receiving) and overstimulation.

MDNI! This fanfic contains explicit sexual content, reader discretion is strongly advised. Read at your own risk. You've been warned.

W/C: 3,863 (lmao)

Photos are from pinterest.

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The apartment is quiet—too quiet.

You're sat on the edge of the couch, fingers running over the smooth fabric of your dress, his favourite dress—the one he once tugged at with rough fingers and half-lidded eyes, whispering things that made you weak.

You'd slipped it on with careful fingers, remembering how his eyes darkened the first time you wore it. How he pulled you in without a word and traced the zipper like it was something sacred.

His eyes lingered a little longer, his hand brushing the curve of your waist, "you're dangerous in that, you know?" He muttered, without looking directly at you, his hand coasted just low enough to make you shiver. "Don't wear that if you're planning to walk away from me."

You hadn't forgotten. Of course you hadn't. So when you started planning your fourth monthsary, this was the first thing you pulled from your closet. You had imagined this evening a hundred times. The way he'd walk through the door, take one look at you, and forget everything else.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you look around the apartment. You decorated the place yourself—low lights, candles, wine already poured and the table beautifully set. You'd stopped checking the time. Every glance only carved the dissapointment deeper.

He's late.

And you're mad. You have every right to be. Because you are here—beautiful and ready—and he couldn't even show up on time. You raise your glass of wine to your lips and took a sip, swallowing the bitterness that had nothing to do with the drink. If he walks in now, you wouldn't smile. You wouldn't melt. And will act like you hadn't just been watching the door like it owed you something.

You glance at your phone again. One unread message.

나백진 💬 Sorry. Something came up. I'm on my way.

That had been fourty five minutes ago.

Your jaw clenches. You don't want to be mad. Not tonight. Not on your fourth monthsary. You'd spent the whole day looking forward to tonight. You shook your head, standing up to check yourself in the mirror by the hallway. Your reflection stares back—lipstick slightly faded, curls still intact, and the expensive necklace he gave you resting at your collarbone. You adjust the necklace, then smoothed your hands down the sides of the dress.

This night was supposed to be great. Typical Baekjin.

You bite your lower lip. You looked perfect for him. You sit back down again and cross your legs, the fabric sliding up your skin. This is stupid. All of it. Your chest felt full—of what? You aren't sure. Anger? Embarassment? You sit in silence—pretty and patient.

Waiting........and waiting.

.

..

You don't move when a knock came, just kept staring at the door. The candles had already burned halfway and the wine had settled. Then another knock came from someone who had you waiting all night. Another beat. Then you move. You unlock the door slowly, deliberately. When it swings open, you find him standing there—Na Baekjin, with a bouquet of red roses in his hand, his other shoved in his jacket's pocket and shoulders tense like he expected a slap instead of a welcome kiss.

He holds out the bouquet. "I'm sorry," he murmurs. You roll your eyes with a sharp click of your tounge "Tch," as you turn on your heel and walk away without a word. No greeting. No warmth. He stares at the back of your dress as you moved—his throat tightens. He steps in silently, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. "You're more than late." You say, coldly, not bothering to hide the sting in your voice. "But hey, atleast you graced me with your presence eventually."

He doesn't defend himself; just takes slow steps toward you, bouquet still clutched in his hand like an offering you wouldn't accept. (Definitely) you don't look back. Wouldn't dare. Because if you did, you might cave. His eyes wander around the apartment, You had done this all for him. You look breathtaking, even now—especially now, actually.

He moves behind you slowly, each step careful. His hand finds your waist, your body going stiff. He turns you around gently and brings the bouquet up to your face, a crooked little grin tugging at his lips, one that makes you melt. "I'm sorry," he says again, in that low voice that makes your knees weak.

You raise a brow and scoff, pushing him gently with one hand on his chest. "I waited. Like—like a fool. You don't just show up with roses and expect everything to be fine. I—" your breath catches. Baekjin chuckles—soft and quiet—as he places the bouquet down on the table. "Worked on something." He says, his tone more solemn than before. "Nothing important now." His hand lifts, the back of it grazing your cheek—slow, careful.

You turn slightly but don't stop him. His eyes scan your face like he's trying to memorize it all over again—the faint mascara smudged beneath your lashes from tearing up a bit, and the way your jaw clenches from holding back emotion. Then comes a kiss—soft, apologetic—on your cheek. He lets the kiss linger a second longer before whispering near your ear, "i'll make it up to you," He says with a small smile. His other hand slips to your waist, joining the first.

You feel the firmness of his grip, the way it tethers you to the moment. "I promise, angel." He murmurs, nose almost brushing yours. You look up at him, your anger softened—but not forgotten.

Scoffing softly, you tear your eyes away from him. "Yeah, right." Baekjin lets out a quiet sigh, his fingers curling just slightly tighter on your waist as he pulls you in—closer, until there is no space left between your bodies.

He leans down, eyes trailing your every stubborn motion. "Look at me," he pleads, his voice low, coaxing. You don't. You keep your gaze to the side, jaw tight, lips pursed—but your body doesn't lie. You hate how your heart betrays you, stumbling over its own rhythm.

His hand slides up your back, smoothing up the curve of your spine before returning to settle at your waist again. He tilts his head, "i said i'll make it up to you, real good." He whispers, hand reaching up, gently turning your face towards him.

When you finally look at him, he was already gazing down at you with a look that made your stomach twist. And then he kisses you— his mouth meeting yours in a searing drag, slow enough to savor but hard enough to make you forget why you were mad in the first place. The kiss deepens, growing hungry fast.

His lips move with heat, coaxing you to give in, moving as if he wants to taste the time he missed. You melt, even if your pride screamed against it. Just him and you, the apology sealed with every stolen breath shared between your lips.

You barely notice when your fingers had curl into the collar of his jacket. The candles flicker, ignored. The food sits untouched. And Baekjin's kissing you like the world doesn't exist outside this moment. He breaks the kiss, only long enough to murmur into your lips, breath heavy. "You and that fucking dress.."

One hand stays firm on your waist while the other wanders upward, fingers ghosting along your back, trailing over the zipper of your dress, then sliding back down to the curve of your hips. You feel the heat of his touch, every movement drags a shiver out of you. "God, baby...i don't deserve you looking this good." He says, his voice rough and quiet. He places a kiss on your cheek, then another at the corner of your jaw.

You try to respond, but he kisses you again—deeper, needier. And while his mouth claims yours, his hands map every inch of your frame. When he pulls away, his gaze is dark with admiration. Your breath hitches, his lips curve into a knowing smile. "I'll spend all night making up to you," he says. "Just let me show you." Baekjin's hands slide lower, and with one confident pull, he lifts you up—your body weightless against his.

Your feet leave the ground so fast you gasp out his name, "Baekjin!—" your hands grabbing the back of his neck for support, legs wrapping around his waist. He smirks, his fingers locked around the back of your thighs, thumbs brushing softly along your skin beneath the hem of your dress, adjusting his hold.

You're breathless, eyes wide, and he just stares at you—devouring every inch of you in that dress. "Let me show you how good sorry can feel," he says, his voice low and threaded with something dangerous. Your heart's pounding, his eyes locked on yours.

You feel your face burning, lips parting in stunned silence. "Baekjin," you mutter, flustered. "Put me down." He laughs under his breath. "Should i?" his tone cocky but warm.

Then, quieter, closer to your ear, "i'm making it up to you, aren't i?" He starts walking, the hallway stretching before you, lit only by the soft golden hue of your decorative lights.

You cling to him as he carries you, turning to make his way toward the bedroom, each step deliberate and sure. "Still mad?" He asks, tilting his head to catch your eyes. You can't even answer. You are coming with him, whether you are ready or not.

He kicks the bedroom door with his foot, not even slowing down. He gently lays you down the bed, feeling the cool of the silk sheets beneath you. For a moment, he doesn't move. Just stood over you, eyes drinking you in with something that looks alot like disbelief—like seeing you in that dress knocks the breath out of him.

Baekjin hovers above you, one knee resting on the edge of the mattress. His hand reaches for the zipper at the back of your dress, fingers fiddling with it, but he doesn't pull yet.

"Tell me to stop." He murmurs, though his eyes plead for the opposite. You give a slow nod, lips parted slightly. "Don't." And with that, his lips curl into the faintest smirk. He unzips your dress, slowly—as if savoring every second the dress slips from your body, your skin greeting the air.

Baekjin lets out a soft exhale, eyes following every curve revealed, his breath catching as more of you goes unveiled. "Your body drives me insane," he says, voice low and strained. You gasp as he takes one breast in his hand, massaging it gently.

He leans in slowly, his mouth grazing your already hard nipple, then enveloping it with a soft, slow, suck. The sound that leaves your throat makes him twitch in his jeans. "Fuck..Y/N." He breathes against your chest, tongue flicking lazily on your nipple, his mouth sucking you delicately.

"You're unreal," Baekjin whispers, eyes locking on yours as he marks on your skin with his teeth. You arch into him, breath catching as he groans in response, the sound low and raw against your skin. He moves lower, whispering praises between every breath. He drags his mouth across your skin, each press of his lips seemed to carry a wordless apology.

Your fingers curl in the sheets as he guides your legs apart. He settles between your thighs, his eyes flick up to yours again, pupils blown wide as he laughs breathlessly. "Fuckin' perfect." His lips meet your skin again, giving warm, open-mouthed kisses across your inner thighs. Then, carefully, Baekjin hooks his fingers to the waistband of your panties, slowly easing it down your legs as if unwrapping something precious, exposing more of you to his eager gaze and lips.

His mouth quickly finds your pussy, making a soft gasp leave past your lips, your back arching as heat pools in your cunt. You bite your bottom lip to hold back a moan, your hands already in his hair, fingers tangling—silently begging him to never stop.

He nibbles on your clit slightly, making your body twitch and skin tingling. He eats you out slowly, savoring your taste. He alterns between licking and gently biting you, his low rumbling groan vibrating against your cunt, sending a rush of warmth pulsing through your body.

Your legs tremble, thighs tightening around his head. You're unable stop the moan that escapes past your lips, your hips bucking slightly. Every time you moan, every time your fingers thread through his hair and tug, he eats you out more intensely—like a man starved.

He slowly pulls away from your pussy, a string of saliva forming as he let out a low guttural groan. He locks eyes with you, gaze not faltering as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them slowly. His eyes flick down to your throbbing cunt then returning to meet your eyes again. He grins, running his damp fingers along your inner thigh before slipping them past your folds, drawing a loud, surprised moan from your lips.

He doesn't tear his eyes away from your face, watching you with delight as his fingers move inside you, fast and deep enough to hit your g-spot, making your body tremble. His mouth finds your cunt once again, sucking on your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your cunt makes that sweet, wet sound every time he curls his fingers just right. The obscene squelch only spurs him on.

Every motion sends your body to jolt, your hands having already left his hair, now gripping the sheets tightly. You let out a sharp, loud moan, voice trembling from how good it feels. Your breathing starts to go faster and uneven as waves of heat pulse through you. You tilt your head back, eyes squeezed shut, lost entirely in the dizzying pleasure.

His fingers continously pump inside you, now with a more relentless pace. A ragged moan slips from your throat, the sound cutting through the air. You cry out, loud and breathless, mixing with the sound of your sloppy cunt getting relentlessly abused. Your moans grow louder, your cunt clenching around his fingers, the pleasure nearly too much to bear.

His tongue glides through your folds, the soft, wet smacks and loud slurps of his mouth fills the room. His mouth hungrily works on you, dragging out every delicious, intimate noise until you're trembling beneath him.

You tremble violently, your breath hitching in ragged gasps. Your hands grip the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white, eyes rolling back, and legs quaking. The knot inside you breaks with a sudden snap, a loud breathy moan escaping your lips as your whole body convulses, back still arched. Baekjin let's out a soft, satisfied laugh.

"Fuck.." you let out, your body still tingling, your breath shaky. And just as you started to catch it, Baekjin's mouth dives back to your cunt without hesitation—his fingers finding their way inside you again. Every flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers is perfectly timed to drive you wild.

"Too much.." you gasp out, your body still trembling uncontrollably. Your hands reach up to push him off, but he doesn't falter. His eyes never leave your face, dark and focused. You cry out, your hands pushing weakly against his shoulders.

"Baekjin—" your voice breaks as the pleasure surges again, stronger this time. Hot tears spill down your cheeks, the pleasure already too much. "I want you to cum again f'me," he says against your cunt. And with that, your second orgasm crashes through you in full force, the release almost overwhelming. Your body twitches involuntarily—small spasms of pleasure that make you gasp. You can barely think, overwhelmed by the intense flood of sensation.

He slowly and carefully withdrew his fingers, making your pussy ache with sensitivity. He slips his fingers between his lips, his eyes locked on yours, tongue curling around them with a reverent hum. "I'm not done," he says, low and promising. You swallow hard when he hovers on top of you again, tilting your chin up with his finger. "Let me keep showing you.." he murmurs, leaning down, pressing a long kiss on your forehead. "How sorry i am." He grins, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

His hands slowly went to his belt, undoing it with steady fingers as he watches you beneath him, still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm. The clink of the buckle echoes in the quiet as he unfastens it, his gaze never straying from yours. As he pulls it free, he lets it hang loose for a second, then drops it on the floor. His shoulders roll back as he tugs off his jacket, letting it slip down his arms and land beside the belt.

Baekjin's fingers move next to the button of his pants. One pop, then the soft slide of his zipper follows. He steps out of his pants, and brings both hands up to the hem of his polo neck. With a pull, he peels it over his head, ruffling his already tousled hair. Your eyes flicker downward, landing on his black boxer briefs. His cock is already hard, pressing firmly against the fabric.

He tugs down the waistband of his boxer briefs, freeing his cock, throbbing with need and raw desire, the tip flushed a deep pink— the sight of him still makes your breath hitch. He positions himself, lining up his eager tip with your slick, dripping cunt. He glides his tip teasingly along your folds.

"Baekjin." You warn, eyes narrowing. "C'mon." He grins, clearly enjoying the effect he's had on you. "Just taking my time," he murmurs. You grit your teeth, feeling the delicious torture of his teasing. "Baekjin.." voice trembling, frustrated. "Please, i need you." Baekjin's lips curl into a soft—low laugh, loving every second of your frustration. Then, he enters your needy cunt—inch by inch, filling you up completely. The sudden fullness makes you gasp, a mix of surprise and relief flooding through you.

His hands grip your hips firmly but gently, grounding you as he begins to move slowly, deliberately thrusting inside you. "So perfect, every inch of you," his voice in a low growl, filled with admiration, eyes watching your face intently. "You're incredible." He whispers, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, fingers lingering on your cheek before moving back to your hips.

His pace quickens, each thrust coming harder and faster. You moan, fingers digging onto his shoulders as pleasure builds inside you. "Fuck—don't stop," You mewl, voice thick with need, your hips bucking, chasing every thrust with a need you can't hide. "Please," you gasp, raw and desperate. Your legs wrap around his waist, trying to draw him even deeper, your whole body alive with a fire you can't control.

The sound of your moans is like music to him, groaning as you clench around him. "F-fuck, you're made for me." He rasps, jaw clenched as he pulls almost all the way out before sinking back in, "you take me so well, baby."

His mouth finds your shoulder, teeth sinking in the delicate skin— just hard enough to leave a bruising bite—then pressing a tender kiss over the mark. He glances down, watching how your tight slushy cunt squelches around his cock. "look at you," he murmurs, voice rough. "So damn good for me."

He soaks in every moan, every tremble, every gasp of his name as he slams into you with a rhythm that sends tremors through the bed. "You're squeezing me like you never want to let go." His thumb grazes your already swollen lip, watching it tremble. His palm slides down, fingers splayed across your stomach, pressing down gently—just enough for you to feel the full weight of him inside you.

"Feel that?" He murmurs, eyes fixed on your face. "Right here," his hand applies more pressure, just above your pelvis, "that's me." You whimper, pussy clenching around him again. He chuckles low, his voice dragging. "So good," he praises, his thumb stroking your skin soothingly. "So damn good."

His breathing grows heavier, lips parting just slightly. You can feel the way his body tightens, every muscle coiling like a spring about to snap. His jaw clenches, and a low, almost silent moan escapes him. His eyes flutter close, brows furrowing as he holds back his release.

He's right there, on the edge, but he's not giving in just yet. Your legs quiver uncontrollably, a loud moan escaping your lips. An orgasm washes over you in perfect sync with him.

Your eyes squeeze shut, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as your lips parted in a quiet, breathless moan. "Let go for me." The words send a shiver down your spine, grounding you in the moment as your body trembles with pleasure.

You let out a cry as your body arched, tightening around his cock as you came undone. Even as your body spasmed around him, his thrusts didn't waver.

After a few more measured thrusts, his movements slow down. Then with a low moan, he cums. His warmth inside you spreading gradually, filling you in completely. He slowly pulls out, his cum thick and sticky, oozing out of you. You shiver slightly as you feel his cum settle inside you, exhaling a soft, shaky sigh.

He collapses gently on top of you, his weight comforting rather than heavy. Your fingers move slowly, tracing lazy circles along his back, while a small contented smile tugs at your lips. He lets out a light chuckle, still catching his breath. He murmurs, "Happy fourth monthsary." His lips follow with a kiss pressed gently to your neck.

.

..

Maybe you forgive him.

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I wasn't sure if i finish this or not, but decided to go ahead. (this shi been sitting on my drafts for so sooooo long) This is an apology fic for still not having released part two of Unexpected👻

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—-> Na Baekjin Unexpected (ongoing) [taglist: open]📼

Summary: Na Baekjin doesn't let anyone close like she does. And the last thing they expected was to care.

🤍Fem!Reader:

—-> Park Humin (Baku) What we don't say (1) 🧸/🔴/🎈friends to lovers/📼two-part series. (as requested) (⚠️).

Summary: As kids, they shared everything-their bond making them inseparable. Now, years later, you told him that you would be leaving for a study opportunity abroad. You didn't know how much it would affect Baku.

W/C: 3,868

Warning: language

🤍Fem!Reader:

—-> Geum Seongje Down, boy. 💬/🧵/(⚠️).

Summary: Everyone knows that Seongje bites, and you are smart enough to know better. But around you, he wags his tail.

W/C: 738

Warnings: Violence, language and gangsterism

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—-> Go hyuntak (Gotak) Sickeningly in love 💬/🧸/(⚠️).

Summary: You're sick and Gotak's here to take care of you.

W/C: 1,158

Warning: language

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—-> Yeon Sieun More Alike Than Not (requested by: anon) 🧸/🎈strangers to lovers.

Summary: Sieun finding his someone. Shockingly just like him

W/C: 1,806

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—-> Na Baekjin Make it up to you 🍒/💬 (⚠️).

Summary: Your boyfriend's late for your fourth monthsary, and you're mad—like, really mad. But Baekjin's determined to make things right with you.

warnings: NSFW, language, praise kink, not using protection, marking/biting, oral (F!receiving) and overstimulation.

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when I say I’m open for people to send me ideas / prompts / suggestions for me to write, I mean ideas / prompts / suggestions like “hey can you do one where this character betrays that character and so that character has to go to their enemy for help” like… a prompt. I obviously don’t mind how long, how detailed it is.

but sending me several paragraphs of what clearly was copied and pasted straight from someone else’s published fic and asking me to continue that / turn that into another fic for you will get you deleted from my inbox, I’m sorry.

just got something today that’s clearly scenes from someone else’s published fic, with several dialogues between several characters and scenes described in thorough details and everything. like there’s a clear difference between a detailed prompt and what’s copied and pasted from someone’s published work. and I’m not going to write from their work. that’s literally plagiarism.

*unless you specifically say that it is your own writing that you’d like for me to continue. but even then I might still have to politely turn you down, because I like working on prompts I was given, not a continuation of something that’s already been written by someone. but if you just copied and pasted someone’s fic and dropped it in my inbox then asked me to write from that, your request will just be deleted.

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hello :D i’m the anon who requested the sieun and his girlfriend that have the same traits as him. i just want to say that you did my justice to my request !! i’d love to read more of your fics sooon 🫶🏻

HI YOU LOVELY PERSON. thank uuu! I enjoyed working on your request💗💗💗💗

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OH MY SHAYLA

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curiosity

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hello !! can you do yeon si-eun x reader as his girlfriend with similar traits as him?

Heck yeah😈 but with a lil twist, reader being Suho's half-sibling! Also, i thought of a diff approach on this. (Title is ass)

More Alike Than Not

Pairings: Yeon Sieun x Fem!Reader (as Suho's Sister)

Summary: Sieun finding his someone. Shockingly just like him

Genre: fluff and strangers to lovers

W/C: 1,806

Photo's used from pinterest

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Yeon Sieun wasn't the type to notice people. He didn't get close to others; he didn't care about social circles. Not because he couldn't— because it was easier not to. But Sieun had always noticed you, because you were always there—on the ranking list beside his. Sometimes right under or sometimes right above him. He had come to expect it, scanning the posted results and seeing the same letters: Kim Y/N. Yeon Sieun didn't remember people's names. Not unless they mattered. So it surprised him when your's stuck.

You were like him: always on time, always quiet, always composed, always alone. (Not in the sad, tragic kind of way—but in a way that made sense. You liked your space, your books, your silence. The only constant around you is your older brother, Ahn Suho.) Heck, it even took Sieun a while to realize that you were at his cram school too. Everyone assumed you and Sieun had been friends, and he'd gotten used to it. He'd watch you, sure. But talk to you? Never. You only reminded him of...himself.

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..

Sieun never thought he'd end up entangled with Ahn Suho. The guy was chatty and impossible to shake off. He was annoying—yes, but bearable.

After their classes, Suho offers Sieun a ride. "Wanna come along?" Suho asks, jingling his keys. "I can't," Sieun replies without missing a beat, thinking that Suho just wants to hang out. "I have cram school."

"I know. Y/N goes there."

"Who?" Sieun asks.

"My sister. You both go to the same cram school. I usually give her a ride with me, but lately, i've been busy with my part-time job."

"You never mentioned a sister," Sieun says, flatly.

But Sieun didn't expect it to be you.

The moment you arrived, Sieun froze. You're Ahn Suho's Sister? He blinked. No way. The same quiet girl he'd been silently competing with, the one he had sort of—not really—been curious about for so long. At first, Sieun assumed you were dating. You and Suho were always together. He didn't even know Suho's name back then—just some guy who was always around you.

"You're siblings?" He asks Suho when you went ahead. Suho nods. "Yeah, Half. we share the same dad, but she was given her mom's last name. That's why people get confused. She's like you. Much scarier though."

Now that Suho and Sieun had gotten close—closer than most, really—Sieun found himself beside you more often. You started walking together, sharing notes, helping the other on a project, and even sitting at the same table during breaks. The more you spent time together—the more Sieun felt a strange feeling towards you. One he finds foreign.

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You and Sieun walked side by side. The walk to cram school wasn't long—fifteen minutes at most—but today, the minutes stretched longer. The air was cool and the streets were quiet. Sieun clears his throat, then again. His eyes are fixed on the ground, brows slightly furrowed and lips pressed on a tight line.

Something about him felt off.

"Hey," you finally say, softly, your voice almost hesistant. Something was definitely off. You open your mouth to ask if he was okay, but the words got caught in your throat as he suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at you, leaving you momentarily stunned.

Sieun's eyes stayed locked on yours, eyes a little too intense, his usual composed demeanor cracking just a little. "Y/N, i like you," he blurts out, voice low, as if saying it aloud made it more terrifying. You blink, caught of guard but not entirely surprised. There had been small hints, but hearing it said so plainly? That was different. Straightforward. Awkward. So very Sieun.

You shift awkwardly, scratching the back of your neck. You stare at him for a second longer than necessary. Then, with a soft laugh and your gaze dropping to your shoes, you murmur, "i kind of thought so."

Neither of you moved.

Then, you finally add, "i like you too." You confess back—equally awkward, equally sincere.

You watch his ears turn pink. He opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but nothing came out. Both of you just stood there, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, flushed and unsure of what to do next.

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By then, the two of you had started dating—not that anyone noticed. When you told Suho, he was surprised, more amused than anything. (He also was more dramatically betrayed than angry.)

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..

You sat beside Suho in the living room, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. He's casually scrolling on his phone and you'd been sitting there next to him for about five minutes—heart pounding, throat dry. "I need to tell you something." You say, patting his shoulder. Suho looks up, blinking. "What? You failed a test?" You roll your eyes at him. "No." He sits up straighter, brows furrowing. "So, what is it?" He closes his phone, now giving you his full attention. You stare at your lap, before looking up to meet his eyes—only briefly.

You draw in a breath and let it go in one shaky exhale. "I've been dating someone." Suho tilts his head, baffled. "You?" Suho says, giving you a look like he misheard you. "Dating?" You only look at him, fingers now laced in your lap.

"No offense, but yeah—right." He scoffs, half-laughing, shaking his head. "You barely even talk to people." You raise a brow. "I'm serious," you mumble. Suho only stares at you, waiting for a punchline. When none comes, his laughter fades into a stunned silence.

"No. Nope." He throws his hands in the air. "You? Dating? Who? How? when? And why didn't i know sooner!" You shift. "I told you now." Suho leans back into the couch as he narrows his eyes at you. "Uh-huh. Okay..who?" You hesitated, then mumbled the name, "Yeon Sieun."

The silence that followed is almost painful. Suho just stares at you, mouth slightly ajar, as if what you just said didn't register. He lets out an exaggerated groan, hands raking through his hair. "I knew there was something going on between you two!" And then—

"Since when!?"

"A while!?"

"Unbelievable!"

"That guy? Mr. Stoneface!?"

"Oh my God."

"You both are emotionally constipated!"

You cover your mouth, stiffling a laugh. "Suho—breathe."

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Present

Yeon Sieun's room is spotless, every book lined neatly on the shelf, notes stacked with perfect symmetry on his desk. You sit curled on his bed with your legs folded beneath you, your boyfriends hoodie slipping off one shoulder. Sieun sits a few feet away at his desk, spine straight, focused, and a pen twirling between his fingers. He isn't saying much. He rarely did.

The only sounds are the scratching of pens, your low humming, and the occasional rustle of papers as one of you flipped a page. Your physics textbook rested on your thighs, but your eyes keep drifting—not to the pages, but to the boy a few feet away.

Your brows drew in tightly, pencil hovering uncertaintly over a problem on the bottom of the page. You'd been at it for so long that even the lamp light seemed harsher now. You bit the inside of your cheek for a second, then—very quietly—murmur without lifting your head, "this one's...kind of..tricky."

Sieun's head lifts slightly from his desk, then came the soft scrape of his chair as he stands up, the soft click of his pen being placed down. You still didn't look up—not until the side of the bed dipped under his weight as he sat beside you, the mattress creaking a little.

He didn't ask for the textbook—but you hand it to him anyway. "Which one?" He asks, his voice low. You push the textbook towards him slightly. "This..the question's just phrased weirdly." His eyes narrow briefly, thumb grazing the corner of the page as he scans it. He leans in a bit to read, his shoulder just barely brushing yours. "They wrote it that way to throw you off."

"Mm," you hum. "Then it's not just me," you say softly, a hint of relief in your tone. He looks sideways at you, brows raised faintly. "You think you're wrong too often." You give a soft smile. "Heh, sorry." For a moment, he didn't say anything. Then, he begins writing down the solution beside your notes. You watch him, not just the way he solved it, but how close he sits.

"That's all," he says simply, already beginning to shift—his hand pressing against the bed to push himself up. But before he could stand fully, he felt a gentle tug on the hem of his sleeve. Your fingers curled around it—barely, almost like a reflex, and your head gently leaned into his shoulder.

You didn't look at him, your eyes still fixed on the solution he wrote in front of you. Your shoulders had slackened, your head tilting just enough to brush against the side of his upper arm. "Don't go back yet," you murmur. "I'm kind of exhausted." You say, softly. Your voice not whiny.

He is silent for a moment, then his frame settled back onto the bed, the mattress shifting beneath his weight again. You felt him relax a little, even if he didn't say anything. His shoulder stayed still where your head touched it. "You okay?" He asks, barely above a whisper. "Yeah. Just..tired." You simply reply. His eyes glance towards the window, where the sky had turned a slate gray.

You didn't say anything else, neither did he. Eventually, he moves his hand slightly—just close that if you reached for it, he wouldn't move away. And when your hand fell gently beside his, his breathing slows, letting the weight of your quiet settle against him. "Are you done with yours?" You whisper, eyes now closed and barely lifting your head from Sieun's shoulder.

He doesn't respond immediately. His eyes on his desk, where a worksheet remains unfinished. "No," he says, after a while. You give a tired little hum, opening one eye, peering up at him. "Oh..you should continue it then." You shift slightly, as if ready to let him move back to his seat. But his body didn't budge. Instead, he stays right there beside you, posture unmoving, eyes now resting on your tired face.

"I'll..finish it later," he says in a muted tone. You make a small noise in acknowledgement, already halfway back into sleep. Silence falls again and he watches you for a moment. A strand of hair slips over your face, and gently, he brushes it back, fingertips light and hesitant—but lingering for a second longer than it should.

Then he leans his head against yours, eyes half-lidded, letting his mind rest for the first time today. He still doesn't understand how it happened. How someone like him—withdrawn, always in his own head, uninterested in things like this—ended up here. He didn't think people like him could have someone. You both used to believe that stuff like romance....were unnecessary, a distraction. And now, here you are, breathing evenly beside him.

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Kind of rushed💩 been busy outside of writing lately!

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I'm the girl smoking instead of vaping in the bathroom

*Me trying to go to the bathroom*

*The girls vaping in the bathroom*

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Waiter! Waiter! More pathetic mcs please!

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“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.

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Park Jihoon ✦ Esquire Korea

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"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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new favorite AO3 comment dropped. short, simple, to the point. made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt.

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I'd believe in God

but what if i read one of your fanfics and then went to your ao3 accounts and read all of your fanfics and left a comment on every single chapter of every single one and you got spam emails from all of my kudos and comments and it made you smile, what then? what if i brighten your day with my words like you did mine, what then???