#class 1 a x reader

[dadzawa-vibes]

Y/N: *sneaking in through their window*

Aizawa: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Y/N: I was with Present Mic?

Present Mic: *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

[zapreportsblog]

Unveiling Secrets

➥ summary: Class 1A discovers something new about their class president

➥ Tenya Iida x Reader

➥ one shot

Within the bustling halls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A buzzed with activity, a vibrant group of young heroes-in-training. Among them, Tenya Iida stood as a beacon of discipline and focus, always the embodiment of a model student. Yet, unknown to his classmates, his heart held a secret—an unspoken connection that would soon come to light.

The morning sun cast its golden glow through the classroom windows as Class 1-A settled into their seats, eagerly awaiting the start of another day of training and learning. As the room hummed with anticipation, the door swung open, and a figure stepped inside.

All eyes turned towards the newcomer, surprise etched upon their faces. It was (Y/N), a second-year student, her presence adding an air of intrigue to the room. Tenya, taken aback by her sudden arrival, couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with curiosity, spoke up first. "Since when did you have a girlfriend, Iida?"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment, but he held his composure, his voice steady. "Actually, (Y/N) is my fiancée."

Gasps filled the room as Tenya's revelation sank in. The concept of an arranged marriage within their class seemed almost surreal, yet the truth of their connection began to take shape. The air crackled with a mix of shock, excitement, and a touch of envy.

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes shining with admiration, couldn't help but ask, "How did you meet, Iida? And how did your relationship come to be?"

Tenya smiled warmly, his gaze shifting towards (Y/N). "We were paired together since we were children, destined to be married to strengthen the bond between our families. But as we grew older, our feelings blossomed into something deeper. We realized that our connection went beyond duty and tradition. We fell in love."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with awe, couldn't hide her fascination. "That's incredible, Iida. To have a love that's both rooted in tradition and genuine affection—it's truly something special."

(Y/N) stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. "Our relationship has been a journey of growth and understanding. We've learned to navigate the expectations placed upon us while honoring our individual desires and aspirations. Together, we support and encourage each other to become the best versions of ourselves."

As the realization settled upon the class, they exchanged glances filled with newfound respect. The concept of love, rooted in tradition yet blossoming with genuine emotion, was a testament to the complexities of the heart. Tenya and (Y/N) showcased a deep understanding and commitment, proving that love could evolve beyond initial circumstances.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with admiration, spoke up. "Iida, you've always been a model of discipline and focus. It's inspiring to see that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, you've found a love that's true to your own hearts."

Tenya nodded, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Kirishima. Our relationship has taught me the importance of staying true to myself while embracing the responsibilities that come with my family's traditions. It's a delicate balance, but (Y/N) has been my rock throughout it all."

The class, their initial shock giving way to understanding and acceptance, shared a collective moment of reflection. They realized that love could take many forms, and Tenya and (Y/N)'s connection was a testament to the depth of emotions that could develop even under the weight of expectations.

As the day progressed, the students of Class 1-A forged a newfound bond of respect for Tenya and (Y/N). They understood that love could be a powerful force, capable of transcending societal norms and traditions. It was a reminder that their own journey of self-discovery included not only becoming heroes but also nurturing the relationships that held importance in their lives.

And so, within the walls of U.A. High School, Class 1-A continued their journey, their hearts enriched by the understanding that love was a vast tapestry of emotions, intertwining duty and genuine affection. As they honed their powers and skills, they also learned the importance of nurturing the bonds that connected them, cherishing the complexity and beauty of love in all its forms.

And in the heart of it all, Tenya and (Y/N) stood as a beacon of hope, demonstrating that even within the constraints of an arranged marriage, love could flourish and ignite the brightest flames in their hearts.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their second year at U.A. High School. The vibrant group of aspiring heroes had grown both individually and as a team, their bonds strengthening with each passing day. Amidst this bustling atmosphere, (Y/N) had become a third-year student, poised to embark on her own journey of growth and discovery.

On a bright and bustling day, (Y/N) found herself standing before the classroom where Tenya and his classmates convened. A smile played upon her lips as she clutched a carefully prepared bento, a tangible representation of her enduring love and support for Tenya.

As (Y/N) entered the room, the class turned their attention toward her, their curiosity piqued by her arrival. Tenya, his gaze meeting hers, felt a rush of warmth spread through his chest.

Ochaco Uraraka, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't help but blurt out, "Hey, (Y/N)! It's been a while. What brings you here today?"

(Y/N)'s smile widened as she held up the bento box. "I made this for Tenya. It's a small gesture to show my support and love."

Tenya's eyes sparkled with a mix of surprise and gratitude. "Thank you, (Y/N). I appreciate your thoughtfulness."

As Tenya accepted the bento, the class watched with a mix of awe and curiosity. Their intrigue had grown since learning about Tenya and (Y/N)'s arranged marriage, and witnessing the continuation of their traditions was both fascinating and heartwarming.

Mina Ashido, her voice filled with excitement, couldn't contain her curiosity any longer. "Tell us, (Y/N), what's it like being in an arranged marriage? How do you navigate the balance between tradition and your own desires?"

(Y/N) took a moment to gather her thoughts, her eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and determination. "It's a journey of self-discovery, Mina. Our arranged marriage has been both a challenge and a gift. We've learned to find our own voices within the framework of our families' expectations. It's about cherishing tradition while staying true to ourselves."

Izuku Midoriya, his eyes filled with admiration, spoke up. "It sounds like you both have grown so much. Your love is inspiring, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) nodded, her voice gentle yet resolute. "Love is an ever-evolving journey, Izuku. We're constantly learning, adjusting, and supporting each other through it all. Our shared values and commitment to one another keep us grounded."

As the conversation continued, Class 1-A listened with rapt attention, captivated by (Y/N)'s insights into their unique relationship. They realized that love had no set path, and its manifestations were as diverse as the individuals experiencing it.

Shoto Todoroki, his gaze thoughtful, interjected, "Do you ever feel constrained by the expectations placed upon you, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) met Shoto's gaze, her voice tinged with honesty. "At times, it can be challenging, Shoto. There are moments when the weight of tradition feels heavy. But love is about growth, and our relationship has allowed us to redefine our roles, navigate the complexities, and carve our own path within the arrangement."

Momo Yaoyorozu, her voice filled with admiration, spoke softly. "You both truly embody the spirit of heroes, embracing challenges head-on while remaining true to yourselves."

(Y/N) smiled, her heart warmed by their words. "Thank you, Momo. We strive to be the best versions of ourselves, not just for each other but for the world we wish to protect."

As the classroom settled into a comfortable silence, (Y/N) took her leave, bidding farewell to the class and leaving Tenya with the bento. She left behind a sense of awe and inspiration, her visit a reminder that love could transcend societal expectations and empower individuals to create their own narratives.

Tenya, holding the bento close to his heart, gazed at the doorway, contemplating the love and support he had found in (Y/N). Their bond, forged through tradition and nurtured by their own commitment, had shaped their journey in unexpected and beautiful ways.

Class 1-A, now even more aware of the depth of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love, exchanged glances filled with newfound respect and understanding. They had witnessed firsthand the power of tradition, the beauty of love, and the unbreakable spirit of their classmate.

And as they continued their second year at U.A. High School, the students of Class 1-A carried within them the lessons of (Y/N)'s visit—cherishing tradition while forging their own paths, embracing love in all its forms, and allowing their relationships to shape their journeys as aspiring heroes.

For within the halls of U.A. High School, the heroes of tomorrow learned that strength lay not only in their quirks but also in the love and support they offered one another. With (Y/N) as an emblem of the enduring power of love, Class 1-A embarked on their path, united by bonds that surpassed expectations and embraced the beauty of shared traditions and new beginnings.

•••

Time had flown swiftly, carrying Class 1-A into their third and final year at U.A. High School. The once-inexperienced heroes had evolved into formidable individuals, their dreams and aspirations within reach. Amidst this season of growth and transition, Tenya and (Y/N) prepared for a momentous occasion—their upcoming wedding.

In the common room of the dorms, a table was adorned with wedding magazines, fabric swatches, and carefully crafted invitations. Tenya and (Y/N) sat side by side, their eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation. They were lost in a world of plans and possibilities, weaving their dreams into reality.

As they pored over the details of their special day, the door swung open, and the members of Class 1-A filed into the room. Surprise filled their eyes as they took in the scene before them—a tableau of love, dedication, and commitment.

Izuku Midoriya, his voice filled with awe, was the first to speak. "Tenya, (Y/N), I didn't realize you were planning your wedding already. Congratulations!"

Tenya's cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and slight embarrassment. "Thank you, Midoriya. We've been making preparations over the past few months, taking the time to ensure every detail reflects our shared vision."

Mina Ashido, her eyes wide with anticipation, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. "Can we help? We'd love to be a part of your special day!"

(Y/N) beamed, her heart touched by the support from their friends. "That would mean the world to us, Mina. We'd be grateful for any assistance you can offer."

As the class gathered around the table, the room filled with excitement and the scent of love in the air. The students eagerly poured over magazines, discussing ideas and sharing their own suggestions.

Ochaco Uraraka, her voice filled with enthusiasm, held up a fabric swatch. "What about this color for the bridesmaid dresses? It would complement the theme so well!"

Tenya and (Y/N) exchanged glances, their hearts swelling with gratitude. Their friends' involvement in their special day only deepened their appreciation for the bonds they had formed at U.A. High School.

Eijiro Kirishima, his voice filled with determination, chimed in, "We'll make sure your wedding day is as memorable as possible, Iida. We're a team, after all!"

Tenya's voice carried a mix of gratitude and sincerity. "Thank you, Kirishima. Your unwavering support means the world to us. Our wedding day will be a testament to the bonds we've formed at U.A."

As the planning continued, the students of Class 1-A took on various tasks, each contributing their own unique talents. Momo Yaoyorozu lent her keen eye for design, crafting elegant decorations, while Katsuki Bakugo tackled the task of organizing the explosive wedding fireworks.

Days turned into weeks, and the wedding day drew closer. The dorms became a flurry of activity as Class 1-A dedicated themselves to ensuring every detail was perfect.

On the day of the wedding, the air buzzed with anticipation and joy. The U.A. High School campus was adorned with flowers, and the chapel stood as a symbol of love and unity. Class 1-A stood proudly as witnesses and supporters, their hearts filled with love for their dear friends.

As the ceremony commenced, (Y/N) walked down the aisle, her radiant smile capturing Tenya's heart once more. Tenya stood at the altar, his eyes fixed on (Y/N) as she made her way towards him. Their love shone brightly, a beacon of hope and devotion.

The vows they exchanged were heartfelt and sincere, evoking tears of joy from the gathered friends and family. The couple sealed their union with a kiss, their love celebrated by the cheers and applause of those around them.

As the reception unfolded, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joyous atmosphere. They danced, laughed, and shared heartfelt moments with one another. The bond they had forged over the years had only grown stronger, and the celebration of Tenya and (Y/N)'s love served as a reminder of the power of friendship and unwavering support.

Amidst the festivities, Tenya and (Y/N) took a moment to steal away, finding solace in each other's arms. They looked out at their friends, their family, and their journey at U.A. High School, overwhelmed with gratitude for the love that surrounded them.

Tenya's voice held a mix of emotion as he whispered, "Thank you, (Y/N). Our love has overcome challenges and surpassed expectations. I am forever grateful for your unwavering support."

(Y/N) smiled, her gaze filled with love and tenderness. "And I, Tenya, am forever grateful for your dedication and the love we share. Our journey has been a testament to the power of love and the strength of our bond."

And so, within the halls of U.A. High School, a love story unfolded, entwined with friendship and support. Class 1-A celebrated the eternal bond between Tenya and (Y/N), a testament to the enduring power of love and the beauty of shared dreams.

As they danced the night away, the students of Class 1-A reveled in the joy of their friends' happiness, knowing that love, unity, and the bonds they had forged at U.A. would forever shape their lives as heroes.

[lunanime345]

How mha boys will react if you were having a panic attack part 2

Shoto Todoroki

Like Shoto, you past wasn't the best. Your mother would always lock you in the closet, not letting you out for 2 days without any food or drink. Your father left right when you were born saying that you were " too ugly" for him to raise you. Because of that, everytime you were in a small place, you start to panic.

There was a party at one of your old friend's house. Shoto couldn't come because he had some training to do, but he promised you he would come after that.

The party was fun before the game started. It was simple, someone turn the bottle, and they need to go in the closet for 7 minutes with the person it landed on.

At first, you didn't want to do it, but you friend insist and said that you were not fun, so you decided to give up. The bottle landed on Max, your enemie and the pervert of the school. You didn't even had time to say no that all the people puched you in the closet.

Max were a little bit too close and the closet were too-

Oh no.

You couldn't breathe. Hell no. As you were trying to breathe, Shoto arrived, and he asked everyone where you were, when he heard...

She's in the closet.

He ran trought the house, opening every closet before he founded the one. He got Max out ( Max was thinking that you couldn't breathe because he was too handsome) and ran to your side.

You didn't understand what was going on. He took your hand and kissed it. You were shaking like crazy so he pulled you on his lap. He just hugged you hard, not too hard, like he was scared of loosing you if he let go. After 10 minutes saying things like: you are safe, nothing is gonna hurt you or I'm here, you manneged to calm down. He took you in his arms and drived you back to you dorm. He made you sleep on him, in his dorm, playing with your hair.

The next morning, he asked you id you were ok, and he made pancakes because he know you like that and it was the weekend.

End

Who should i do next?

[muntitled]

Boa

Pairings: Geum Seongje x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're just a kid, caught in a gangster’s crosshairs. What happens when you don’t deliver like you should…

Warnings: Language, Dom!Seongje, Gangsterism, Bullied!Reader, Coercion, Bullying, Extortion, Mentions of Rape, Smut +18 (mdni), Dark fic, Dubious consent, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Desperate Sex, Humiliation, Degradation

A/N: I'm not responsible for the media you consume. I wrote this for me so...

Ever since you've started working for him, you've learned to get extremely acquainted with the floor.

"I'm sorry, Sir…” your voice is brittle as you try to make yourself heard in the suffocating internet cafe, “I'm short on delivery today..."

Hardwood. Tile. Linoleum. It's become all too familiar to you. The floor is all you see in his presence.

You never looked Seongje in the eyes unless he addresses you first. He likes that, you suspect.

It's kept you alive this long so you must be doing something right.

"I got assigned a kid to tutor and..." you clear your throat, not daring to make direct eye contact, choosing instead, to keep your eyes trained on the dirty, cold floor.

The internet cafe is the very last place you'd want to be on a Friday evening. You were caught right in between two challenging essay due dates- one for English and one for AP English. Both hung gravley over your head, threatening to set off your sympathetic nervous system and have you fainting from academic stress. Seeing him was the very last thing you needed.

"That tutoring time fucked with my system and-" despite all your achievements, despite the academic prestige and the boundless knowledge… in Seongje's presence you feel insignificant.

A bug he's letting scurry around for no other reason except his enjoyment. You didn't want to get stomped on. You saw what happened to the other kids under his thumb and it kept you up at night. All that blood. All the merciless sadism.

You aren't dumb enough to hope an exception would be made for you.

"I'm sorry,” you conclude, and for a second, you get no response. He plays his game. His friends remain silent.

That's all until he pushes the bridge of his glasses up further against his nose. A calm, quiet sigh leaves his lips.

“Before you started working for me, do you know what you were?" Seongje doesn't take his eyes off the screen. His fingers run deftly over the keys as he speaks to you without ever really acknowledging you, "You were in an alleyway, about to get raped by Eunjang scum."

"Yes, Seongje, I know-"

"And in return for my kindness, what did I ask of you?"

"FUCK- COVER ME BRO!" Your eye snaps up to the source of the loud and sudden burst of energy. Your frightened and pitiful eyes find a boy seated adjacent to Seongje and his goons. He's bent over his screen, clearly not a part of the group. Clearly far too young.

Your heart sinks when you realize Seongje's eyes are trained on the boy too.

"Ya…” Seongje raises his voice a decimal above the cacophony yet it has you flinching. “Too loud,” he says to the boy, “Didn’t anyone teach you shut up when adults are talking?” he asks monotonously to the boy- a child really- still mourning the loss of his avatar on the screen. He doesn't pay Seongje any mind.

Of course he doesn't. He's a kid.

How could he have known?

He came to an internet cafe to play a game with his friends.

It's the boy's innocence that hurts the most.

He doesn't know that the monsters under his bed are very real.

They walk where he walks.

They don't hide.

They move about freely.

Your heart makes like the titanic and sinks.

"Excuse me for a second." Seongje addresses you politely, finally giving you a fleeting glance before pushing himself out of his gamer chair. You see his entire row of friends (if that's what one could even refer to them as) remain unfazed as Seongje rounds the table to stand directly behind the young boy.

He’s bigger, far bigger as he pushes the rims of his glasses up, staring directly at you

"I know you're smart so you're probably aware that your fuck-up won't be tolerated-” he says to you, despite slithering his arm around the boys neck like a boa as he squeezes. Everyone keeps their eyes trained to their computers. Your fist curls at your side. You want to look away but you can't because you're speaking to Seongje. You wouldn't want to aggravate him further by showing him his mindlessly violence bothers you. So you try not to flinch.

You try not to let the casual violence scare you. How nonchalantly he speaks while an elementary school boy flails in his arms, begging to be released from the headlock making his lips turn blue

“You knew there'd be a punishment,” Seongje is still speaking to you. You hold your breathe in solidarity with the boy choking in his arms, “-for fucking up your delivery-” crimson blossoms onto the little boys face but Seongje keeps his eyes on you, appearing unfazed by the boy flailing like an animal in arms, "And yet you came anyway. That's the kinda work ethic, I like-” he smiles, “I like it alot-"

Eventually, after what feels like forever, he lets go of the boy. You finally breathe as well, watching as the kid slumps forward ingesting the air in horrid gasps.

Seongje bends forward, patting the boy on the back.

"No more interrupting when I speak, yeah?" Whether the boy was new to this particular internet cafe, it was unclear, but you hoped to whatever divine being that he wouldn't dare come back.

"So I'll let it slide-" He turns his attention back to you and you watch, still shaken up as Seongje leaves the little boy to make his way back to his side of the table. When he breezes past you he smells like nothing. Like his eyes, everything about him is empty.

"Thank you, Seongje-"

He nods before adding, "After you get on your knees." The goon sitting nearest to you, all the way at the end of the table, his fingers hover over the keys, and just like before, the room is rid of all air.

"Excuse me?”

He pulls out his chair for you, like some mimic of a perfect gentleman he opens his arm, gesturing you in.

"I want you on your knees, under the desk.” His words hang above you all. It has tears threatening to spill. Bile rising.

“What’s with the face? Its not like I’m asking you to suck my dick,”

"Seongje, I need to get home-"

"If you can't do it yourself I'm more than happy to help."

That has your legs moving into action. In your periphery, it feels as though everyone's watching you. A thing in psychology called the imaginary audience. When you're so self-conscious you concoct this idea of being the center of attention… only this time, it's real. You know they're all watching you. You know no one will do anything about it.

"Under the desk you go," he chuckles before sitting down and pushing his chair back in. You back away, creating intense distance between you. Your back hits dirty wires and your knees press hesitantly down onto the grime just to achieve a more comfortable position. Everything you see is his legs, his friends legs and you're suddenly hit with the overwhelming urge to cry.

You want to scream at him to let you go. He's hijacked you from your endless pile of homework and yet the very thought of standing up for yourself causes a sea of nausea.

So you sit there in the dark, not knowing when this punishment would conclude. When would he let you go home? That sends you into another spiral. You've heard Seongje could game for 24 hours straight. Maybe more if he was in close vicinity to food and a bathroom. You knew this internet cafe would close eventually, that gives you the smallest sliver of hope and so you do your time.

Never once does he acknowledge you- the girl under his desk. Unbeknownst to Seongje, you catch one of his fellow gang members sneak multiple glances at you under the table. They all do. Like they enjoy seeing you under here. As time passes, and you slip further and further away from the stress, you realize that down here, on the floor, under his desk, the world is small. It's quite comforting actually and that wasn't the trauma talking.

You've always liked small spaces.

It definitely beat dealing with whatever he had going on up there half the time.

Slowly, your body begins to shut down. Your energy plummets from all the stress and all the thoughts. This is the first time you've been forced into a spot for too long doing nothing. No essays. No tutoring.

Due to tendencies from your childhood that you should've gotten rid of, you find yourself curling up against his leg. He stiffens and you snap out of the exhaustion long enough to reel back. Especially when you see his hand reach under the table. Your heart hammers in your chest, not a single word spoken as his hand searches for something. You move a bit closer until his hand catches on your hair. You wince as he drags you closer, pushing your head against his leg as you had done.

He leaves you there. You try to regulate your breathing as you feel him adjust in his seat above you.

You shift as well. Not your head. He clearly wants you there. But your legs are uncomfortable. You try to kneel and it's ridiculous because your head never leaves his leg.

No position seems comfortable enough until he stretches his leg out, right in between yours and you're made to straddle it. Above you, his fingers are still hitting the keys and you try to disassociate from the fact that his leg is pushing against your cunt. You try to sneak a peek at the surface, his glasses are trained on the screen. Not knowing whether it's your exhaustion making a reappearance but you could've sworn you hear the words, "good girl," release from him in a low drawl.

Something in his tone has you shifting over his leg. Your cunt warms against his leg and you fight the urge to buck against him. All you had to do was remember who it is that you're currently touching. That conscious reminder has you once again hellbent on doing your time with concrete resolve.

That resolve breaks.

It shatters when he eases his back against the chair, enough to once again slither his hand down towards you.

He curls his fist into your hair and tugs.

He pushes you down and lifts you up and you mindlessly follow his movements until you realize he's coaxed you into riding his leg.

He lets go of your hair, satisfied when your hips move out of their own accord.

You hate how good it feels to quite literally be beneath him. You look up and you whimper oh so quietly when you see that small smile play on his lips while his eye remains on the screen.

He's given you new instructions now and so you don't dare to stop moving your hips against him. Despite the damp spot forming on the seat of your underwear. You're not sure what it is that allows you to lose yourself so easily. Perhaps it's all the expectations that melt away when you're doing something so pitiful. You're breaking for him and he's letting you. You're not in control of anything and there's freedom in that.

“F-Fuck-” you didnt mean for the words to slip. There are still other people here but you also couldn't help the wave of pleasure that pushed up so suddenly. Your clit is moving against the fabric of his pants just right and your eyes threaten to roll to the back of your head.

The second that whimper escapes your mouth, he stiffens again.

You watch as he leans back again, this time his hand isn't reaching out for you. It's to ghost over the bulge forming in his pants. Somehow that spurs you on more.

You grind against him desperately and before he can take his hand away, this time you reach up for him.

You watch him closely. The glare from the screen reflects on his glasses. His jaw, tight.

He controls the game easily with one hand, while you bring the other into your mouth.

You're not sure where this other side of you came from. This vixen who rolls her tongue out and forces his index and ring finger into her warm mouth.

He becomes more and more restless… His breath hitching. Seongje's fingers hit the keys more aggressively, while his right hand forces his fingers further down your throat. His hips buck upwards and you can see the damp spot forming where his cock is straining against his pants. He's about to cum in his pants and you're about to cum on his leg and it's far too much for you.

You know his friends are about. You try to preserve even a sliver of dignity but it all goes out the window.

“Fuck-” he spits out, slamming his fist on the table before abandoning the game. There's a fire in his eyes as he sits back to watch you peer up at him with complete and utter desperation.

“What a fucking slut-” he snarled, cleaely audible enough for not only him but his friends too. It has your mouth snapping open. Your back arches as you try to watch him watching you cum on his leg.

You've never held his attention for this long and it sends you off the edge.

“S-Seongje-” you barely squeak out as your cunt spasms against his leg. You rut uncontrollably, spurred on by the name That fell from your lips as if your body needed a reminder of just who it was making you cum. Your tormentor.

It has you seeing stars.

For all of 11 seconds.

Until it comes crashing down on you. Your pitiful act has you reeling. Mind spinning.

You don't want to look up at him but you have nowhere else to look. Your heart sinks when you see a smile form slowly across his lips… Somehow you knew you'd never be rid of him.

[k1mbe3rly]

Hii Kimberly can you do something where reader is Geum Seong-je gf. They got into fight. And uhm they do angry sex. (Also can I be your 🥒 anon?)

angry sex

warnings: smut, arguing, rough sex, slight name calling (during argument), baby trapping? talks about pregnancy

Dating Geum seong je was complicated, especially with him being apart of the union (gang), beating people up, and not controlling his anger. You guys are always seen arguing and disagreeing on many things.

Y’all have been arguing all day, no reason just either he picks up an attitude and says something annoying and you just bite back with the same tone, the both of y’all were getting ready for bed but of course he wouldn’t go to bed without an argument, bringing up something stupid about you staring at some guy in a flirt way

“I saw the way you were fucking staring at him i’m not dumb i have eyes.” He says in a cold tone staring right at you, you rolled your eyes getting in bed, “Your just being paranoid, or your just starting something for no reason! let’s just go to bed!” you raised your voice slightly, “I wouldn’t have to start something if you weren’t eye fucking every guy like a slut!” he said raising his voice as well, your eyes snapped at him as you sat up, “I wouldn’t have too if you would just actually treat me better in bed instead of being a little minion!” you said back

He was quick to grab your neck and pin you down on the bed, his face hovered over yours, “what the fuck did you just say? repeat it again you little bitch.” he said, your hand went to his wrist to pull him off as you frowned and glared at him not daring to say anything else, “So now your quiet? now you don’t wanna speak huh?” he said spreading your legs with his knees getting between them

He removed his hands from your neck quickly tearing off your pants without a thought and smoothly, making you gasp in shock as you sat up, “I think..your little pussy just needs some attention. Always fucking complaining. Never shutting up, will this make you shut the fuck up?” he whispered pulling down your panties, he quickly took off his own pants pulling down his boxers low enough for his cock to be out

Roughly spreading your legs as he practically slammed into you, you moaned out loudly at the sudden feeling of him filling you up. “So fucking annoying. So fucking loud.” He said as if he isn’t about to fuck you with all his pent up anger

He started thrusting in and out of you at fast pace, not slow at all, not giving you prep or time to adjust, his movements just as rough and angry as he is, he grabs your throat again squeezing slightly as he fucks into you over and over again, your loud moans falling out of your mouth uncontrollably, the sound of the bed softly creaking and skin being slapped together multiple times, his eyes flash with anger and satisfaction at your loud moans and the sex sounds

“Why do you look at men like you want them to fuck you huh? i’m the one who fucks you, i’m the one who’s fucking you right now” he growled out, his tone slightly breathless, not being able to answer all that came out was moans and moans, his rough pace never slowing down as he than ripped your shirt wanting to see how your boobs bounce all over the place, he smirked like a crazy person his eyes locked on them watching as they spill out your bra

Already feeling your orgasm approach, tightening around him, he suddenly pulls out, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up, he slaps your ass hard before entering you again from behind, his hands gripping your waist tightly and slamming back in, your head falling into the pillow muffling your moans but not good enough, still loud enough for anyone to hear

He wanted to hear your moans loud and clear as he grabs a fistful of your hair, using it to tilt your head back as he pounds into you relentlessly, your back arched, he looks down to where his cock is connected to you seeing it disappear in and out of you fast, his hips slamming into you, he groans loudly as he throws his head back, his eyes slightly flickering up

Your orgasm was quick to build up again, his stamina was impressive and shocking a bit, the way his pace never slows down not even a bit if instead it goes faster, his cock hitting spots you never thought could be hit, your moans we’re very very loud, you wanted to cum with him but you couldn’t hold it anymore and releasing on his cock, he feels your hot sticky liquid as he looks back down seeing it as he begins to leak, he grins widely

Releasing your hair, he begins to speed up, slapping your ass multiple times, watching as it jiggles against him, he groans again leaning down, “Fuck i’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum inside you, maybe you’ll get fucking pregnant and be able to stay trapped here with me.” he growls, his cock practically punishing your insides as he groans loudly and cums inside you, he slows down and grinds into you, his pelvis rubbing against you as he softly groans, he chuckles a bit and stays there

After a moment or two he slowly pulls out watching mixed cum leak out of you, “No no no..i wanna keep that inside you..i want my baby with you, would you want that?” he whispers to you his fingers pushing back the juices, you simply just nodded and a soft whine escaped your mouth, he smiles a bit, “Let’s get you all cleaned up..are you okay?” he asks with genuine concern, you nodded again.

[luvxkdrama]

— unspoken

pairing : yeon sieun x reader

warnings : none, pure fluff

word count : 1.4k

summary : even though Sieun wasn’t the boyfriend to openly hold your hand on the street or hug you in the school hallways, he showed you love in the most unspoken ways. And you cherished these moments more than anything.

a/n : i just finished watching whc2 and i’m so happy with the ending. I loved this kdrama so much.

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Sieun’s house was always a little too quiet, but you never minded. It made moments like this feel more intimate. The low hum of his desk lamp he specially moved to the living room, the occasional rustle of pages, the soft clicking of pens—it was a quiet kind of closeness you grew to love. And truthfully, you’d grown used to this silence ever since the two of you started seeing each other.

Today wasn’t any different. You sat cross-legged on the floor across Sieun who was flipping through a practice exam booklet with furrowed brows, highlighter in hand, fully immersed in the quiet rhythm of studying. His brows always furrowed when he studied, and something about that little detail made you want to stare longer than you should.

You had your books open too, a pencil twirling between your fingers, but most of your focus was on him. You weren’t even pretending to study at this point—just watching how his eyes moved, how his lips pressed together in concentration and how his hoodie sleeves were pushed up to his elbows.

“Is something wrong with the exercise?” he asked suddenly, catching your gaze without even looking up from the page.

You blinked, caught, but you nodded anyway. “Mhm.” you replied, nodding even though you hadn’t read a single question. “Totally confusing.”

He closed his book gently and moved beside you, taking your textbook without waiting for permission. You scooted a little closer, heart racing more from his closeness than from any actual academic confusion. You leaned in, resting your chin on your palm and you lips tugging into a small smile.

“What part?” he asked, eyes scanning the question.

“All of it.” You answered.

He started explaining, quietly, patiently. His voice was smooth, his finger moving across the page as he broke down each step. But you didn’t catch a word—your focus stayed fixed on him, not even glancing at the formulas.

“You’re not listening,” he said flatly after a few seconds, eyes flicking to meet yours.

“I am,” you lied, grinning.

He narrowed his eyes just a bit, not annoyed, but definitely unamused. “Then tell me what I just said.”

“…Something about the square root of something?” you blurted out, leaning slightly closer with a dramatic sigh.

Sieun exhaled, almost a laugh, but not quite. More like a breath caught between amusement and surrender. He didn’t respond. Just shook his head softly and went back to explaining.

Your story hadn’t exactly started with a confession. There were no butterflies-in-your-stomach speeches or dramatic realizations. It just… happened.

You weren’t even sure when it shifted from one-sided pestering to a relationship. Maybe it was all those late library study sessions, or the times you shared your snacks during break, or how you always waved at him even when he never waved back—at first.

The truth was, you’d kind of forced yourself into his quiet little world. Bit by bit, like sunlight creeping in through half-closed blinds. You didn’t knock, you just sort of let yourself in—loud, bright, and annoyingly persistent.

He resisted, of course. Gave you those flat stares, dry responses, and more than once told you to stop talking so much. But then came the little moments—how he started waiting for you outside class, the way he sat just a bit closer at lunch, how he texted you first just once and never really stopped.

So when he kissed you for the first time, it didn’t feel like a surprise. It felt like something that had been waiting to happen all along. Quiet, slow, and certain.

Sieun had long returned to his side of the table, diving back into his book with the same silent intensity he always carried. His eyes flicked across the lines, and the only sound in the room was the soft scratching of his pen as he scribbled notes.

You, on the other hand, lasted a solid thirty minutes before your patience cracked.

With a loud sigh, you dropped your pen and slid down until your back hit the floor. You sprawled out like a starfish, letting your arm flop to the side as you stared up at the ceiling.

Sieun glanced over, pen paused mid-word, looking completely dumbfounded. He didn’t say anything at first, just raised a brow and blinked slowly like he was trying to process whether you had actually just given up and collapsed on his floor.

“…What are you doing?” he finally asked, voice flat but clearly confused.

“I’m tired of studying,” you groaned, throwing an arm over your eyes. “I didn’t come here to write equations till my brain melts.”

“Then why did you come?”

You peeked at him from under your arm, a small smirk curling on your lips. “To spend time with you.”

Sieun blinked again, this time his gaze lingering on you a little longer before looking away. You thought maybe he was going to ignore it like he always did, brush past your teasing, but his hand paused on the corner of his page, like something in your words stuck.

“You could've just said that,” he muttered, eyes back on his book—but you saw the way his ears tinted just slightly pink.

You grinned, crossing your arms over the table now from your seated spot on the floor. “You’re blushing.”

“I’m not.”

“You totally are.”

“You’re annoying.”

“But you still love me” you teased.

He looked at you then—deadpan as always. “Delusional.”

You just laughed. It was so easy being around him, even with his wall up. Maybe especially because of it. Each word he gave you felt earned. Each look, every small shift in expression—it all meant something.

“So what exactly does that mean? How do you want to spend time with me?” He blinked, leaning his back slightly against the couch.

You looked at him for a second, then without a word, stood up and moved around the table. He followed your movement with his eyes, and before he could say anything else, you plopped down beside him. Close—closer than usual.

Then, gently, you leaned your head against his shoulder, letting out the smallest content sigh. Both of your arms wrapped around his, holding it close like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Like this,” you murmured. “This is enough.”

There was a beat of silence. The kind that hung heavy, not uncomfortable, but full of something else. Sieun didn’t move, didn’t say anything right away. You could hear the soft click of the clock on the wall, the hum of the fridge in the kitchen.

And then—you felt it.

A quiet shift.

His shoulder barely moved, but you felt it. A small pull at the corner of his lips.

You turned slightly to look up at him.

“Are you… smiling?”

Sieun exhaled through his nose, subtle but unmistakable.

“You’re imagining things,” he said.

But the faint curve on his lips betrayed him.

You grinned and tightened your grip on his arm just a little. “You so are.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he muttered, eyes flicking away, his smile not leaving his lips.

You stayed like that for a while—curled up beside him, your head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around his. At first, it was quiet—comfortable, easy. But it didn’t take long before you started talking. Random stories, the kind that didn’t need a point.

Sieun wasn’t the most talkative, and you still carried most of the conversation, but he listened—really listened—and when he spoke, it was warm, thoughtful, a little dry but always sincere. He’d answer with a soft laugh, or a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Sometimes he’d shake his head at your teasing remarks, and other times, he’d quietly add his own take, making you laugh.

It was one of those moments where time didn’t feel real. Just the two of you, tucked into the corner of his quiet world, talking about nothing and everything.

Even though Sieun wasn’t the boyfriend to openly hold your hand on the street or hug you in the school hallways, he showed you love in the most unspoken ways.

And you cherished these moments more than anything.

[iluvsieunsveinydihh]

Title: quiet confessions

pairing: yeon sieun x reader

rating: 🔞,pregnancy kink,established relationship, NSFW, emotional smut

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He sat on the edge of your bed, quiet. More than usual.

You were curled next to him, head resting on his shoulder, trying not to cry. Neither of you had spoken for a while — not really. He had said goodbye to Su-ho, to Si-eun’s few things in the classroom, to the school rooftop. But he hadn’t said goodbye to you. Not yet.

You leaned in and kissed his shoulder. “You can still visit. Call me. Text.”

He didn’t answer. Just stared straight ahead, hands gripping his knees.

Then, out of nowhere, he asked it — voice calm, but low. Serious.

“Can I get you pregnant?”

You blinked, pulling back. “What?”

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said. “If you were mine… really mine… I wouldn’t be scared.”

Your heart pounded. “Si-eun—”

“I know it’s selfish,” he said, finally turning to face you. “But if I leave tomorrow… and you have my kid… I’d have to come back. You’d be mine forever.”

You stared at him. The boy who never said how he felt unless it was breaking him open. The boy who always held back — now asking for something so raw. So permanent.

You swallowed.

“I’m not on anything,” you whispered.

“I know.”

He leaned in. His kiss was slow, shaky — almost reverent. His hands held your face like you might disappear if he didn’t. You kissed him back, just as desperate.

And when you whispered, “Okay,” against his lips…

Something in him shattered.

He moved over you, gentle but full of quiet hunger. There was no hesitation now. No stopping.

Your clothes fell away piece by piece, tossed somewhere in the dark. You wrapped your legs around his hips, feeling his length against your thigh — hard, aching.

“I want all of you,” he whispered into your neck. “I want to fill you up.”

You gasped as he slid his length into you, bare and slow, every inch stretching you open in the most intimate way. He buried his face in your shoulder, groaning softly.

You were already soaked for him, body trembling from the weight of it all — the love, the loss, the need.

His thrusts were deep and steady, hands gripping your hips like he couldn’t get close enough. You could feel every pulse, every twitch. His lips brushed your collarbone, your jaw, your lips again.

“You’re mine,” he said against your skin.

“Yes,” you moaned. “I’m yours.”

“gonna come inside you.”

Your breath hitched. You nodded.

“yes please, do it.”

And he did — his body tensing, stuttering as he spilled into you, warmth flooding deep. You moaned at the feeling, at how full you felt.

He didn’t pull out.

He stayed there, chest pressed to yours, breathing heavy.

After, his fingers laced with yours.

“I’m scared,” he admitted quietly.

You kissed his forehead.

“You don’t have to be. You’re still mine too.”

[chuxmy]

You are mine..

Pairings: Geum Seongje x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re visiting your boyfriend with take out food.

Warnings: contains themes of possessive behavior, verbal harassment and aggressive confrontation

The hum of computers filled the air like static electricity, punctuated by sharp keyboard taps and the muffled voices of online matches. Rows of boys hunched over screens, locked into the glowing haze of the digital world. At the very back, in the only booth dimly lit by a flickering LED, sat Geum Seongje.

His headset was pushed halfway off, resting just above one ear. His fingers danced over the keys, fluid and precise, eyes never straying from the screen. A cold energy surrounded him—focused, quiet, untouchable. It was the kind of stillness that made people instinctively avoid him. That, and the reputation that trailed him like a shadow.

But then the door creaked open, letting in a gust of warm night air… and you.

You stepped inside with a paper bag cradled in your arms, the scent of fried chicken and garlic wafting after you. Your eyes scanned the booths before landing on him. His head snapped up the moment your shoes crossed into his aisle, as if he’d sensed you before he saw you.

Seongje straightened slightly in his chair, removing the headset entirely. His dark eyes locked onto yours—sharp, unreadable, but warmer than anything else in that place.

“You came,” he said, his voice low and rough, like gravel beneath velvet.

“I brought you dinner,” you replied, smiling as you held the bag toward him.

He didn’t say thanks. He never really did. But he reached out and took it, letting your fingers brush—on purpose.

You were mid-laugh, about to ask how many matches he’d won, when a voice from two rows over cut through the moment.

“Damn… now that’s a meal I’d rather take home.”

You froze.

The laughter that followed was louder, smug, careless. One of the boys, tall, leaning back in his chair, feet propped on his desk—was staring straight at you. His smirk widened when your eyes met his.

Seongje didn’t move right away. He stared at his monitor for a beat longer, expression unreadable.

Then, with an almost eerie calm, he stood.

The silence that followed was heavier than the sound of a thousand keystrokes. He didn’t rush. He walked slowly toward the boy, hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly.

You called out his name once, softly. He ignored it.

“Wanna say that again?” he asked, tone deceptively casual. There was no trace of a threat in his voice—just a low murmur, dangerously quiet.

The guy snorted. “It’s a compliment, bro. Chill out.”

That was a mistake.

Seongje leaned down, close enough to speak directly in the boy’s ear. “You open your mouth about her again,” he said, “and you’ll be picking your teeth off this floor.”

The guy blanched. “Alright, alright—damn—just joking—”

“Say it again,” Seongje pressed. “See what happens.”

The air felt colder than the café’s busted A/C unit.

He turned without waiting for a response, grabbed your wrist, not hard, but firm and pulled you gently through the aisles. You didn’t resist. You just followed, heart hammering in your chest.

Outside, the night wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. Streetlamps buzzed overhead, flickering against the shadows. Seongje didn’t let go of your hand until you were halfway down the alley behind the café, where the only sounds were distant traffic and the faint clatter of dishes from a nearby restaurant.

He finally stopped, exhaling sharply.

“You okay?” you asked, still catching your breath.

He didn’t answer at first. His eyes were on the ground. His jaw clenched tight.

“You shouldn’t come here alone,” he muttered. “Not dressed like that. Not around guys like them.”

“I came for you.”

“That’s not the point.”

You stepped closer. “Then what is?”

He looked up, and there was something raw in his expression—something he usually kept buried beneath that cold, effortless front. “You don’t get it,” he said. “When I heard him say that, when I saw the way he looked at you…”

You reached for his hand again. “I don’t care about him. I only care about—”

He kissed you before you could finish.

It wasn’t a question or a whisper. It was a firecracker going off between your ribs. His lips were warm, his grip on your waist tighter than you expected, almost like he was afraid you might disappear if he didn’t hold on. The kiss was hungry, a mix of frustration and something more—something vulnerable.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. His breath fanned your skin.

“You’re mine,” he said quietly. “I don’t share. I don’t want anyone looking at you like that. Ever.”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

And he kissed you again.

Slower this time.

[parkersgarage]

a/n: me when I open up the drafts immediately after watching the second season. something simple for now 👍

kdrama! yeon sieun x gn!reader | 595 wc | no major warnings, no spoilers, mentions injury (bruising)

“Did you get into a fight again?”

Sieun turns at the voice—not his mother, not even his head imagining things—but you. Standing in the middle of the apartment with tears in the corner of your eyes, just staring at him under the dim light.

His fingers twitch at his sides, palm itching as if it hurt him to keep his hands from moving. “I did.”

Sieun always found it hard to lie to you. That was one of his greatest faults that he could never fix. You always saw right through him.

“Come to me.” His brow twitches, but he stays in place despite your words. You don’t move either, feet planted firmly in your spot before your arms cross over your chest. “When you get injured– when your friends you’ve told me about– if and when they get hurt, you guys come to me. Alright?”

He nods slightly, hesitating because, essentially, he was adding you to the list of people he has to worry about. Though you always were at the top, now it seemed more detrimental than ever.

They’d already shown up to Suho, after all. Who knows what would happen if they’d come to you.

Your socks shuffle against the hardwood floor as you walk towards him, fingers brushing against the bruises along his cheek. “You don’t have to worry about me. I can handle myself.”

“That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t worry.”

Your hand freezes against his skin, eyes darting between his as he stares at you, a hardened glare– yet no malice within it. “Right. Okay.”

His fingers wrap around your wrist unexpectedly, eyes snapping to your hand as he slowly brings it away from his face. “How did you find out?”

“Word gets around fast.” You say, heartbeat quickening when he takes a step closer to you. “You know, high schoolers love to talk.”

He releases your hand with a hum, brushing past you to walk to his room, turning around just before he reaches his door. “Are you staying?”

You look towards your shoes at the door, tapping your fingers against your thigh as silence fills the room while he waits for your response. “I ca–”

“It’s late.” Your head turns to him, jolting when he stands right in front of you. “You should stay.”

In a rare moment, Sieuns’ eyes tell you something you’d never heard before.

I need you here. Stay. Don’t go.

You wonder how it was possible to get all that from a simple look, but his eyes never once held anything but the truth. It was his tell.

“Okay,” your fingers twitch against the back of his hand when you feel it brush against yours, your pinky wrapping hesitantly with his. “Alright.”

The light flickers off, and the apartment is silent except for the buzzing light from the streets outside and the floor creaking under your and Sieuns’ steps. The bed dips as you settle down, and your arm absentmindedly wraps around him, clutching onto the fabric of his shirt.

Sieun couldn’t tell if you were grounding him or yourself. But he wouldn’t brush you off.

Another thing he finds himself incapable of doing.

“Get some rest.” You whispered, breath brushing against the nape of his neck. He almost pulls away, almost.

He replies with a hum, eyes flitting to the alarm clock across from him, sighing at the time. “You too.”

Your fingers flex against his shirt, clutching tighter, and your head presses into his back. Sieun stays silent, watching the numbers on the clock change until he hears your breathing even out.

[gojosatoruhumper]

Yeon si-eun x reader

Summary: You’re at a new school, all boys school, since your father got a job there as a principal and made you go there. A shy boy stands up for you, the interaction bringing you close.

Warnings: assault, fighting, swearing

WC: 2.4k

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You were a new student at Byuksan high school, an all-boys school to be exact. Your dad got a job as a principal there and, since the other schools in the city were already full and weren’t willing to accept new students, your dad made you go to Byuksan.

You weren’t fond of the idea at all, thinking about worst-case scenarios. Your father reassured you it will be okay, and he will make sure nobody picks on you there.

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You found your classroom, breathing in a sharp breath before walking in. As you closed the door, everyone was staring at you, some confused, some excited.

The teacher smiled at you, turning to the class “We have a new special student, please be nice to her, please introduce yourself” she said turning to you.

You awkwardly stand there as you speak up. “Hi, my name is Y/n L/n” you said cringing to yourself. Everyone greets you and you go sit down at the first row, locking your eyes with a nonchalant boy as you walk towards the desk.

You hear whispering behind you, asking about why is a girl here and how you’re the principal’s daughter.

You counted the minutes on the clock, waiting for the time to go by quicker. As the bell rang, you stayed put in your chair, finishing the work.

As you were writing, a fight broke out. The desks in the back knocking over, boys punching each other. Some guy with a mullet pushed another boy into Yeon Si-eun’s desk. You now turned around, reading his name tag and looking up to his face.

His face read no expression, as he turned to them, “Go fight somewhere else” they looked shocked, scoffing at him but walking away.

You look down at your shoes as you realise Si-eun’s pen was knocked over onto to floor. You reach for it, grabbing it. You turn around once again, meeting his emotionless face again.

You hand him the pen, smiling a little. “Here you go, Yeon” you squint a little to make sure you didn’t miss read the his name the first time. “Thank you” he replied, his fingers brushing yours as he took back the pen.

The bell rang as the teacher came in, asking for explanations on what happened.

The lesson once again felt like it was taking ages, still focusing on your work. Boys were whispering in the back, hearing your name your eyebrows twist in frustration. Were they bullying you already?

The bell rang and this time you stood up, heading out of the door. Before you could walk out, a group of guys stopped you.

“Hey pretty” one said, taking a step closer to you. Your eyebrows once again twist in frustration. “Wanna go with us?” the other one said wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“No thanks” you said trying to keep your cool. You wanted to push the guy out of the way but he wouldn’t budge. “Move you asshole” you said mad. The mullet guy raises his eyebrows.

“What did you just call me?” he asked, coming real close to your face. “An asshole” you replied. Su-ho had woken up from his nap, now looking at you, wanting to interfere.

“You bitch” The guy raised his hand to slap you. You closed your eyes but the slap never came. What you did hear was him groaning in pain as a punch lands on him.

“Leave her alone” Si-eun said mad. He did not look like he can throw punches like that. He couldn’t stand bullying or abuse, especially not with a girl.

The boys started to throw punches at Si-eun, him dodging some, some not. In the end the guys left, one even what looked like with a broken nose. Su-ho looked surprised at you both, you still standing in shock.

“Nice one Si-eun” the boy said, looking at him. Si-eun now had red knuckles, and a slit on his cheek. “Thank you so so much” you said to him. He looked at you still emotionless. “No problem”

“Can I take you to the nurse or something atleast?” you asked, feeling bad. “No need to” he replied, looking down at his hands. “No, no, I insist” you said, boldly linking your arm onto his.

The nurse wasn’t in her office, so instead you both went somewhere quiet. “Sit” you said, nodding your head to the bench, him doing so.

You pulled out a mini med-kit you carried in your bag, silently cleaning the cut on his cheek, putting a band-aid with a cute design on it.

Then you cleaned the blood off of his knuckles, hands brushing against his cold hand. You were so focused on the wounds you didn’t notice him slightly smiling at you.

You were now done, standing up, looking up at him. “There you go,” you smiled, “Again, thank you so much.” He nodded. “Don’t worry about it.”

The bell for the lesson was about to ring so, you both started heading to your classroom, an unbearable awkward silence lingering in the air.

You both stepped into the room, eyes on you. Su-ho shot Si-eun a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows. You look to the corner where the bullies sat, now their seats empty.

This lesson finished quickly, but you could feel Si-eun’s eyes staring down at the back of your head. When the bell rang, you quickly stood up and left to your dad’s office, wanting some peace and quiet. As you were leaving, Su-ho wanted to come up to you and ask if you wanted to have lunch with him and Si-eun, but you didn’t notice him calling out for you.

“Si-eun, what was that?” Su-ho asked his friend, nudging his arm. “Shut up.” He smiled ever so lightly, looking down.

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That night you couldn’t fall asleep. Why did he put himself in such danger for you? Was he okay now? Why was he kind of cute?

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The next day came. You and your dad stepped through the school doors, a lot of eyes glaring at you. As you walked into your classroom you were met with those dark eyes, slowly looking up at you.

“Hi” you awkwardly said, getting ready to sit down. “Hi” he quietly said as you sat down.

The day was boring, lunch break coming quickly. You were now packing up your things when a guy came up to you. Ahn Su-ho read his name tag. “Hello Y/n” he smiled. “Hi?” You were confused for a second.

“Come eat lunch with me and Si-eun,” he confidently said, “He has been talking about you non top” he laughed. Maybe he wasn’t talking about you nonstop, but definitely more than he should have.

“Shut up.” Si-eun suddenly said, getting red. “Come on let’s go” Su-ho said, flinging his backpack over his shoulder.

You were now all three sitting at the lunch table, eating and talking. You found out that Si-eun wasn’t much of a talker; on the other end, Su-ho could talk all he wanted.

“So, Y/n, why did you transfer into this school?” Su-ho asked, taking a bite of his food. “Well, the other schools were already full, and none were willing to accept me, so I had no choice,” you continued, “and I didn’t really want to drive out of the city every day for school.”

“Ahh,” Su-ho replied, looking at Si-eun who sat next to you. You look to your right, admiring Si-eun. His face looked so pretty and delicate. He turns to you, not breaking eye contact.

“Si-eun, how's your face? Does it still hurt?” You ask, looking at the scrape on his face he got yesterday, the wound already healing.

“It’s no big deal,” he replied, looking back at his food, not before taking a glance at Su-ho, who was smirking at him.

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The school day ended and as you were about to open the car door, someone was calling your name. You turn around and it was Su-ho, next to him Si-eun.

“Do you wanna walk home with us instead?” He asked, looking at you with a hand on Si-eun’s shoulder.

Without a second thought you closed the car door. “Dad i will walk home today.” You said, turning to the two guys waiting for you.

You were now walking with them, Su-ho on the left and Si-eun on the right. Su-ho was cracking jokes, making you laugh, but you didn’t miss the light chuckles coming from Si-eun.

He looked so pretty.

“Hey guys, let’s grab something to eat; I’m starving.” Su-ho said, hand on his stomach. “Actually, you have no choice; let’s go to this place I know.”

You were now sitting at the table, eating and chatting, though Si-eun wasn’t eating much. “Hey Si-eun, you need to eat well,” you said, somewhat concerned.

You took his chopsticks into your hand, grabbing some food off the bowl. “Say ahhh,” you said half laughing as you stuck the food in his mouth. “Y/n, I think Si-eun is enjoying this,” he said, laughing, making you all three laugh.

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Days became weeks, weeks became months, and now you, Su-ho and Si-eun became inseparable. Su-ho always teased you guys for looking like a couple sometimes, bringing a blush across both of your faces.

Si-eun and Su-ho often got into fights, which always made you worry, but you always were their saviour, patching them up and looking after them.

Si-eun wasn’t the type to show his feelings, but you noticed how gentle he was with you. Always opening doors for you, holding eye contact longer than he should have, sometimes even buying you a flower from the flower shop near the school.

In the evening Si-eun needed to make a quick run to the convenience store. As he turned around a corner he was met with his classmates. At first they didn’t notice him.

“Yeah that chick is so hot I don’t get why would she hang around with those losers” “They probably use that whore” the other said. Now Si-eun was standing there, right in front of them with raging eyes.

“Yo Si-eun we were just talking about that slut of yours” one of the guys stood up, smirking at Si-eun. Si-eun’s knuckles were now white, clenched. “What did you say?” he asked, lowering his eyebrows.

“Hm? Do I need to repeat myself?” he asked. In fact he did not. Si-eun punched him with gritted teeth. The other guys stood up.

“Do you want to say something too?” Si-eun spat as they ran over to punch him. One came from behind and the other from the front, punching him in the stomach.

Si-eun spotted some kind of bottle, quickly grabbing it and swinging at the guy’s face. “Ah you psycho” the guy said, holding onto his head.

Si-eun was punched badly, falling over to the ground. One of them came and started kicking him, now Si-eun’s face getting bloody. The rage was still burning inside of him.

He built the courage to stand up, knocking the guy on the ground, face first. The other two guys were getting their fists ready, until Si-eun knocked one over with the bottle still in hand, it shattering and leaving glass in his hand, cutting deep.

The other ones were already long gone, now Si-eun and Yeong-bin standing across eachother.

The shy boy quickly ran into him, knocking him to the ground. He was now strangling Yeong’s body with his legs, repeatedly punching his face, smashing his face into the asphalt.

“Leave Y/n alone” he whispered, shoving his face into the ground one last time, knocking him unconscious.

Si-eun stood up and looked down at himself, now his shirt and pants were covered in blood, whole body aching. He didn’t even make it to the corner shop, turning around to go home.

Si-eun wasn’t answering your texts, so you started getting worried. Even texting Su-ho if maybe they were together. Without a second thought, you put on your shoes and started heading to his house. After all it was only about a 15 minute walk.

Si-eun was now sitting in his room, home alone, the darkness overcoming the house. He was thinking about you. A knock on the door startled him. He quietly walked over, opening the front door.

There you stood - a gruesome expression splattered across your face. “Are you okay? What happened?” you quickly step in, taking his face into your hands. “It’s no big deal Y/n,” “you shouldn’t worry about me so much” he said, looking at you. He could see the worry in you.

“Si-eun stop talking nonsense.” You said, taking off your shoes and walking with him to his bedroom. You were at his house a handful of times already, so you knew where his he bathroom was, walking to it.

You took some things in your hand, wasting no time to help him. You carefully cleaned his cuts and wounds, making sure to be extra careful when Si-eun squirmed against your touch.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. This reminded him of the first day he saw you. You were now done, bloody wipes on the table, next to his open books. You would always give hime some sort of stickers, but you always thought he threw them away or something, but no - he kept every single one of them, on his wall.

You looked at him smiling. “You should go change” you said.

He went to the bathroom to the shower quickly, leaving you alone in his room. He had photos of you and Su-ho on his wall, books everywhere, homework done neatly.

He came over to you now in fresh clothes, looking down at you with a smile. “Thank you.” he said, the smile growing. You stood up and hugged him tightly. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.” You said, pulling back to take a good look at his face.

He didn’t know where the courage came from, or who took over him, but he took your face in his hands, bringing your face up to his, lips interlocking as his hands slid to your waist.

He was gentle and just how you imagined. He pulled away first, analysing your face. You looked at him with pure bliss.

“Y/n, can you, can you stay with me tonight?” he asked you, with those same dark eyes. “Of course, Si-eun” you said smiling, pressing another kiss into his lips.

That night Si-eun fell asleep with you wrapped in his arms. Feeling genuinely loved by someone, understood and heard. Of course he had Su-ho, but you were different. And he would make sure no one ever bothered you again.

[dadzawa-vibes]

Y/N: (Clicks pen)

Shinsou: (Clicks pen in response)

Bakugou: Stop that!

Shinsou: Stop what?

Bakugou: You're talking about me in Morse code. Well you know what? The joke's on you because I know Morse code. Ha!

Y/N: ...Yes, that's what we're doing. In our very limited free time, I interrupted our usual training regime and taught Shinsou a very outmoded and very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you.

[Later]

Shinsou to Aizawa: That’s exactly what we did

[strawb3rry-hon3y]

cliché but opposites attract with yeon sieun? can be a headcanon or a scenario !! whatever you want 🫶🏼 tysm

Impulse And Intellect

Pairing: Yeon Si-eun x GN!Reader Requested: Yes

Summary: A headcanon about Si-eun falling for someone who is his complete opposite.

Length: 676 Words Genre: Fluff / Light Angst

Warnings: Fluff, outgoing/impulsive reader behavior. Status: Complete!

♡. Si-eun first noticed you because you were everything he wasn’t. Loud laughter, quick emotions, and a warmth that seemed to follow you wherever you went. He didn’t understand you at first, and it lowkey annoyed him how you could just say whatever you were feeling so easily.

♡. You, on the other hand, found him fascinating. Calm, composed, and almost infuriatingly blank at times. Si-eun was like a puzzle you wanted to figure out.

♡. When you two started hanging out more (mostly because you forced yourself into his space, sitting next to him at lunch, dragging him into random conversations). Si-eun realized you weren’t just reckless, You felt everything deeply. But somehow, that didn’t make you weak; it made you strong in your own way.

♡. You love poking at Si-eun just to get any reaction out of him. Tugging his sleeves, mimicking his serious expressions, leaning way too close when he’s trying to study. Half the time he just blinks at you like "are you done yet?". But sometimes you catch the tiniest smirk before he hides it.

♡. You had no problem dragging Si-eun into chaotic adventures sneaking off-campus for snacks, last-minute study sessions that turned into you ranting about life, and even stupid bets like who could stay quiet longer, which are always his idea. (you lost every time, but he secretly liked when you talked).

♡. Speaking of, Si-eun secretly loves hearing you talk about your day, even when you ramble about random, pointless things. He won’t always respond with full sentences, but he listens so intently it makes your heart hurt a little.

♡. He doesn’t always know how to comfort you when you get upset. If you cry, Si-eun sits there awkwardly for a second before offering his hand or wordlessly pushing a snack and drink toward you. He’s trying, okay?

♡. Si-eun is the type to wordlessly fix your jacket if it’s slipping off, or move you to the inside of the sidewalk without saying anything, and press his hand lightly to your back when he feels you getting overwhelmed. No big gestures. Just quiet, constant care.

♡. He tries not to show it but seeing you upset messes him up more than anything. He’ll stay awake texting you, walking you home, or sitting quietly by your side, anything just to be there. Even if he doesn’t know what to say.

♡. You're the reason he starts carrying extra band aids or mini-med kits easy to carry. Not for himself: but for you. Because you keep scraping your knees, bumping into things, and somehow managing to get minor injuries doing the most ridiculous things.

♡. The first time he calls you "reckless," you grin and say "And you love it." without missing a beat. He looks like he’s about to argue but just sighs and looks away.

♡. Si-eun always pretends he’s not worried about you when you get yourself into stupid situations, but the way he shows up without you calling, and the quiet one or two word lectures he gives you afterward: kind of gives him away.

♡. When you’re feeling restless and impulsive, for example: "Let’s go on a midnight walk!" "Let’s dye our hair!" "Let's prank Baku!" Si-eun sighs.. but 95% of the time, he goes along with it. Quietly, Grumpily, But he’s there. Always.

♡. You once tried to teach him how to take silly selfies. He just stared at the camera like O_O the entire time. You love him for it anyway. (that exact photo became your home screen wallpaper.).

♡. He doesn’t say "I love you" first. Instead, it’s you blurting it out in the middle of a heated moment. Si-eun just blinks at you before replying in a small, quiet voice like it's the most embarrassing thing in the world: "I know. Me too.." Which is honestly more then you expected in that moment.

♡. People wonder how the two of you work so well together. What they don’t realize is that You don’t fix each other. You just make the hard days softer, the lonely days warmer, and life a little more bearable, together.

Taglist: N/A Header’s Creator: @saradika-graphics

[juliettejwnewinesa]

Title: Pressure Point

Pairing: Ahn Su-ho x Reader (Y/N) Setting: Weak Hero Class 1 universe — post-fight tension, high school, hidden romance Rating: 🔞 (Heavy smut, suggestive language, and realistic violence) Length: ~4,000 words

You weren’t supposed to be here. Not in the boys’ bathroom. Not with Ahn Su-ho pressed against your back, knuckles bruised, chest heaving.

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You first saw Ahn Su-ho the way most people did — drenched in blood.

He had someone pinned to the concrete, their nose half-caved in, rage etched deep into the corners of his mouth. But it wasn’t the violence that caught your eye. It was the control. Su-ho never snapped unless someone deserved it. He didn't throw punches like a thug — he moved like someone who calculated the cost of every broken bone.

He wasn’t reckless. He was deliberate.

So of course, you started watching him.

Of course, he noticed.

It started with glances in class. Then passing comments. And then, somehow, it turned into something else.

Not dating — not quite. But moments behind the gym, hands brushing. Words spoken too low for others to hear. Secrets passed like cigarette smoke. You didn’t tell your friends. He didn’t have any.

And that was the most intoxicating part.

Because when he looked at you — really looked at you — it felt like you were the only thing tethering him to reality.

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Something snapped.

It started in the courtyard — some idiot from Class 4 mouthing off, saying something disgusting about you. Loud. In front of everyone.

You’d rolled your eyes, walked away.

Su-ho didn’t.

By the time you caught up to him, there was blood on his collar.

"Su-ho," you hissed, grabbing his sleeve. "That guy’s not even worth it—"

But his eyes were sharp, cutting. "He talked about you."

"And now he's spitting blood! Congratulations!"

Su-ho just kept walking. Fast. Focused. Into the building, down the hall. Your feet moved before you even processed it. He pushed into the boys’ bathroom like a storm with no forecast, and you followed.

You shouldn’t have.

But you did.

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The door slammed behind you.

The air was thick with sweat and disinfectant. One flickering light above the sink buzzed like static. Su-ho stood in front of the mirror, breathing heavy, gripping the edge like he wanted to rip it off the wall. His reflection looked broken. Beautiful.

You locked the door.

He didn’t speak. Not right away. Just stared down at the sink, jaw tense.

"You didn’t have to do that," you murmured.

"I know."

You stepped closer, cautious. "Then why?"

His voice was low. Controlled. "Because he deserved it."

Your hand touched his back — warm even through his uniform. He flinched, just slightly, like even gentle things might hurt.

"I’m not yours to fight for," you whispered, not knowing if it was a lie.

His head turned slowly, eyes finding yours in the mirror.

"Aren’t you?"

It was like something broke inside him.

He turned around so fast you barely had time to react before his hands were gripping your waist, walking you backwards until your spine hit the wall between sinks. His lips hovered inches from yours — breath warm, scent of blood and soap and something distinctly Su-ho.

"You keep looking at me like that," he murmured, voice tight. "Like I’m the only thing you see."

"Maybe you are."

His hand slid up your side, under your uniform blazer, fingers grazing skin.

"This isn’t a game," he said. "I don’t do halfway."

"Good," you whispered. "I don’t want halfway."

And then his mouth crashed into yours.

It wasn’t soft.

It was need.

Your back hit the tiled wall with a thud, but you didn’t care. Su-ho kissed like he fought — all intensity and focus. His hands were everywhere: one gripping your hip, the other fisting the collar of your shirt like he might tear it off. His knee pushed between your legs, anchoring you there, caged in his heat.

You gasped as his mouth moved to your neck, biting just enough to leave a mark. The tile was cold but his body was fire.

"Tell me to stop," he rasped.

"Don’t you dare."

Clothes became a blur — your skirt pushed up, his belt undone, the sound of zippers, buttons, breath. You fumbled, frantic, feeling the hard press of him through his boxers.

He growled against your skin. "Y/N..."

"Please," you whispered.

And that was all it took.

His hand slid between your thighs, fingers teasing, testing, spreading the slick proof of your want like he was memorizing it. You moaned, biting your knuckle, head knocking against the wall.

"Look at me."

You did.

His gaze was molten. Focused on every twitch of your body, every shudder of your breath. He rubbed slow circles, pushing just enough pressure to make your knees shake.

"Feels good?" he asked, almost smug.

"Yes—fuck, yes—"

"Then say my name."

"Su-ho."

He leaned in, lips at your ear. "Louder."

You gasped as he slipped a finger inside you, slow and deliberate, curling just right.

"Su-ho," you choked. "Oh my God—"

He pumped deeper, adding another, mouth dragging down your collarbone, biting, sucking, leaving marks you’d have to hide tomorrow. But right now, you wanted more.

You needed all of him.

He didn't ask. He didn’t need to.

Your body gave permission in every breathless moan, every desperate grind against his hand. When he finally pulled your panties aside and lined himself up, you gasped at the pressure — the stretch — the heat.

“Shit—” he grunted, burying himself inch by inch, gripping your thighs like he’d never let go.

You clenched around him, nails scratching down his back, eyes fluttering.

"Y/N… you feel—" He cut off, voice breaking into a groan. "So tight."

He started to move — slow at first, grinding deep, then building into sharp thrusts that rocked you against the wall. The mirror across from you shook with every motion. The sink creaked behind his back. Your name spilled from his lips like a prayer between curses.

And then he looked at you.

Not just with hunger — with need.

Like this was the only way he knew how to feel anything anymore.

You cupped his face. "I'm here. I'm not leaving."

He kissed you like he believed it.

His rhythm grew rougher, deeper — the kind of fucking that wasn’t about love, but something closer to ownership. His hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head up as he pounded into you with zero restraint. You cried out, breathless, overwhelmed, chasing the edge.

You felt it building — low and electric — your entire body tensing around him.

"You're close," he muttered, forehead pressed to yours. "I can feel it."

You nodded frantically, gripping his shoulders. "Don’t stop—"

"Look at me when you come."

That was it.

You shattered.

Body arching, mouth falling open, thighs trembling around his waist. You came with a sob, stars behind your eyes, clenching so hard he cursed loud into your neck.

He wasn’t far behind.

With a deep groan and a final thrust, he spilled inside you, hips stuttering, jaw clenched like it physically hurt to let go.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Just heavy breathing. Sweat. Heat. Silence.

Then his hand found yours.

Fingers tangled.

Like a promise.

The room still smelled like sex and disinfectant.

Su-ho helped you fix your skirt, adjust your blazer. His thumb brushed your lip, wiping off the smear of gloss and bite marks. He didn’t say sorry. He didn’t have to.

"Next time," he said, voice low, "don’t follow me into the boys’ bathroom."

You smirked, heart still hammering. "Next time?"

He arched a brow. "You think this was a one-time thing?"

You swallowed. "I think I’m in trouble."

He leaned in, voice brushing your throat.

"Only if they find out."

[muntitled]

Rabid

Pairings: Geum Seongje x Fem!Reader

Summary: You've figured if you paid him, then your debts would be settled and maybe... just maybe he'd let you go

Warnings: Language, Dom!Seongje, Gangsterism, Bullied!Reader, Angst, Neglect, Coercion, Bullying, Extortion, Absent Parents, Violence, Smut +18 (mdni), Sadomasochism, Sadist!Seongje, Fingering, Dark fic, Dubious consent, Exhibitionism, Desperate Sex, Humiliation, Degradation

A/N: Comissioned by @tojii11 ... as always I'm not responsible for the media you consume.

Since you've known him as of late, lying has become almost as voluntary as breathing. It should scare you, how fluidly a lie slips past the confines of your lips. Making you more and unrecognizable to even your own self.

"I'm tutoring late tonight."

"I’m studying at the library,"

“I'm having dinner with a friend.”

You didn't have many of those. Had your parents been the caring type they might have known that friends were a luxury you could not afford.

Still, it bothered you that you were making excuses for him. You were helping yourself get extorted everytime you stole for him and everytime you didn't let a living soul know.

The first few times were as difficult as it ever got. But the more you were forced to work for him, the more he corrupted you-the more that infection spread until it became all you were.

"What do you need that much money for anyway?" You squeeze your phone tighter with one hand while the other sits in your blazer pocket. You maintain a calm, controlled gait as you walk out of the school gates, surrounded by your peers dressed in the same uniform walking in clumps of groups- little ecosystems that they formed to help manage their anxieties. You wish you had their problems: Boys. Makeup. Parties.

You wish you had your own little ecosystem. A group who'd be more concerned with strengthening your mental health, not deteriorating it.

"You think school trips to Bali are gonna be cheap?" It was always easier to lie to her over the phone or through text. There was something biting in your mother's eyes that you couldn't always face. Something that would eat you alive if she found out you've been working for the kind of people you're working for.

"Backtrack on the attitude," her words snipe you through the receiver like barbed wire, "It's just strange that they're organizing a field trip in the height of your assignments like this..."

"It's an incentive I guess. They're telling us about it now for extra motivation to see this exam season through.." lies lies and more lies. Your mouth is full of them.

"I don't know if I want you to be thinking about a trip to Bali during all this work... have you been improving?"

There was no improvement with her. Only perfection. She tried your whole life to wipe you squeaky clean until you were spotless. If only she knew that over the past year you've acquired a spot almost impossible to scrub away. He's irremovable. Or at least you thought he was...

"When did you say your field trip was? Perhaps your father and I will tag along, make a family vacation out of it. We never see you anymore because you're always studying and Bali is lovely all-year round-" while your mother talks, your heart sinks and panic festers. You try to focus your steps on making it across the road, down a path you've walked all year.

"Mom, please don't be embarrassing."

"How am I being embarrassing?"

"You'll be the only parent there." Above you, the afternoon sun sits snugly against the horizon, guiding you down a decrepit lane. Stray cats and empty soju bottles litter the street the farther you walk from the safety of the school grounds. You're getting closer and you needed her to send the money.

"It's my money. I can do with it as I please."

You scramble your brain, searching furiously for a lifeline.

"It's just..." More and more lies, "This trip is actually just Geo-camp. Our teachers planned a few cave explorations. We're gonna check out the different stalactites and stalagmites-your presence might hinder my concentration-"

In the distance, the warehouse looms and your fist in your blazer pocket begins to coil.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place instead of wasting my time?” Your mother tsks, “I've sent the money to your account."

"Thank you ma'am..."

The call ends abruptly, void of any warmth. Void of any love. You pull your phone away from your ear and your nerves settle as you see the money reflecting. You suddenly feel bigger than this warehouse- bigger than life itself- like you're armed and ready to take on anything this rabid dog might throw at you.

You tilt your head back to watch the clouds disappear behind the iron roof and you steal your nerves. Word on the street is that this place once belonged to Baek Jin before his untimely disappearance. Until, naturally, a wolf came in and marked it as his own...

The nearer you get to the slightly opened door, the clearer the sound becomes: You hear the sound of a broken man groaning and your body has a visceral reaction. By now you recognize the sound of a fist slamming against human flesh and bone. You know what that sounds like and it haunts you through those quiet moments at night when it was just you and your memories. You fight the urge to stop walking, something in you tugging and begging to just walk away. It's either this or remain a slave for the rest of your foreseeable future.

That thought is enough to have you sucking in one final breath of air before waltzing into the warehouse. It's dark, the air damp and stuffy with little to no circulation. Despite the location, the interior is somewhat tidy and were it not for the man kneeling and bleeding on the floor, you might have thought the place fitting for any dignified bachelor.

“I didn't expect to see you today,” Seongje addresses you the moment you step in. His fist is paused in mid air and it's pulled back as if you'd just saved the man on the floor from experiencing one final blow.

He smiles at you, as if he didn't have blood on his knuckles. As if he didn't have a man on his knees, pleading for his life. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Seongje asks, before digging his fingers into the boys scalp. You hide your trembling hands in the pockets of your blazer and you appear as unaffected as you possibly can when Seongje tilts the man's face to look up at you. “This is Eungmin. He's very cute, very small.” Seongje smiles. “Eungmin is getting beat unconscious because he's been stealing some of my money for himself, isn't that right, Eungmin-a?”

The man’s left ise completely disappeared under a swollen mass of flesh. His skin is broken in several places- all is red and yet he still tries… “P-please-” his words are slurred. You can tell he's getting closer and closer to blacking out. His brain can't comprehend the words leaving his mouth and it's far too painful to watch. “My grandfather's sick and- I needed the money-”

“Sob, sob, sob, stories, Eungmin-a,” Seongje lets go of the man's head before tucking his hands into his pockets. Eungmin sways from side to side as Seongje rounds his bruised and battered body, tsking lightly like a scolding parent.

Before you're made witness to any more bloodshed, possibly even a murder, you grab your phone out of blazer pocket and with trembling hands you press a few buttons on your screen.

Seongje's phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his pockets. He taps away at the device with bloodied fingers, his orange windbreaker stained with the same blood and for a moment, all is quiet.

Seongje stares blankly at his screen.

“What's this?” He asks without looking up.

Something in you tells you that you have the upper hand. Power has shifted, even minutely and it gives you the courage to reply back, “It's an incentive.”

Seongje's dark eyes finally flit up to you and you're arrested by that wolfish grin. “Big words.” He smirks. “You want a promotion or something?”

You ready your voice. “Actually, Seongje, I’m looking for a way out.”

More silence but this time, it's fucking suffocating. Even the man on the floor, the man who's experienced the very worst of Seongje's wrath has his mouth slightly open from shock.

“I never want to steal for you again. I never want to do anything for you again.” You find your voice in the rubble of your pain and all your anxieties that have gone unnoticed by the adults around you. “I never wanna see you again.”

He nods slowly. “I hear you.” Seongje's voice is calm. So calm it births a sliver of hope inside you: Maybe he'll just accept the money and you might actually be free. You could go back to being a girl forgotten by the rest of the world but this time, it'd be on your own terms. You'd love to be invisible again. Invisible girls don't get extorted like this.

“It's just… I'm really sensitive-”

The very moment those words leave his mouth, the moment a glimmer of a smile flits onto your lips, Seongje delivers a bone-cracking punch to the man's jaw.

You gasp and cup your mouth with both hands. Shocked.

The man slumps over, face hitting the floor. Knocked out cold.

“This is interesting.” Seongje says but you can't look away at the man laying on the ground. His body twitches periodically until there's barely any movement at all. Were you looking at someone passed out or were you staring at a corpse?

Soengje doesn't care about either outcome because he's already lighting a cigarette, standing as if pondering something else entirely.

“Where'd you get this money from?”

“D-Does-” you swallow thickly, “-it matter?”

He nods his head slightly before sticking the cigarette on the tip of his lips, “I could buy a million cig packs with this. The good kind too,” he chuckles, “Fuck, I could buy a fucking factory-”

“It's not that much-”

“Are you rich?” He asks suddenly, ramping up your nerves as he tucks his hands in his pockets to stalk closer towards you. “Have I been extorting a princess this whole time and I didn't know it?” You make your body an iron rod- your face cold. Something like him can't sense discomfort or he'll play with it.

“Not rich,” you say, “Just desperate…”

His feet stop directly in front of you and you keep your gaze there. Not daring to look up at him until he brings his own index finger under your chin, tilting it up.

“I like that word… Desperate.” He blows out a plume of smoke but not in your face. The small, gentlemanly act is almost laughable.

“Seongje, at this rate I'll be working for you for the rest of my life-”

“The rest of your life…” he nods slowly, looking away in a pensive manner before looking back at you, “That sounds fun, doesn't it?”

“Seongje- please just accept the money…”

“Are you calling me poor?”

“That's not what I'm saying at all and honestly, I feel like you know that's not what I'm saying-” your brows are furrowed, voice rising.

“So I'm delusional then?” He asks with a smile.

“Why do you get off on making yourself a victi-” his hand contracts around your throat and it tightens.

“Lemme stop you from saying what you wanna say because you really won't like the outcome.”

He squeezes one more time in warning before letting you go

“Why would I let you go? You're so perfect for me. We work well together.”

“Seongje, Please-”

“Shh… shh… shh…” he lets the cigarette hang off the side of his mouth before cupping both of your cheeks with both hands. He pushes back a stray braid and you tremble under the weight of not only his hands, but his gaze. His eyes are two endlessly cold voids. You don't wonder what's behind those eyes because you bet there's nothing there.

So focused, you've become, with Seongje's eyes, you barely notice his hand slithering down your neck. He feels you, touches you like he's just discovered something new…

“You've just made me more money than any of these useless scumbags ever have…” He stands closer and you watch as he opens his mouth to let the cigarette fall to the floor. You hear his foot stomp on it but your eyes are hazy with tears.

“I pride myself on being a good businessman… Letting you go?” He tsks, “That's not very good business.”

“Please, Seongje-”

“I do believe in rewards though so…” he lets his hand roam lower and lower. On its way down, he squeezes you tit through your shirt, causing a small gasp to slip through.

“Is it okay?” He asks in a low voice, “That im touching you like this?”

He waits patiently for a response that never comes. Truth is, you're completely and utterly overwhelmed. Caught in a web of feeling good and fucking terrible.

A tear falls.

“Shh,” he pats down your hair while all too slyly inching his hand up your skirt. “Seongje will make you feel better-”

You could tell him to stop, but your mind is clouded with all sorts of contradictions. You can't lie some more and say you don't find him even a little bit attractive. Isn't it fucking terrible how that works? This man has tormented you and yet-

“You're so wet, Princess,” you open your legs wider, only flinching when his fingers rub against your clothed cunt. You don't have the energy to look up at him, but you notice the visceral reaction his body is having from all this.

Over his shoulder, you notice the bloodied man unconscious on the floor.

“You just became wetter-” he whispers into your ear before cursing ever so lightly as his finger pushes aside your panties. You notice his movements becoming less controlled, far more hungry and you begin to pull away.

“Say it.” He urges, before fisting your neck in one tight grip. “I need you to say it.”

In a moment that feels unreal, Seongje pushes you backwards, forcing your feet into motion until he has you firmly pressed against a wall. “Say we work well together- tell me-”

You can't very well say much of anything because he's already sinking his index and middle finger into your cunt. Your mouth flies open and you're caught in a silent cry.

“Fuck- Look at how well we work together…” he says, bringing his fingers up to the light. He watches your slick coat, his fingers and something in you coils with disgust and immense pleasure.

His eyes immediately snap to you the second a small moan croaks out.

“F-Fuck-” you gulp in all the air you possibly can when his grip around your throat loosens. There's absolutely no space between you as he crowds you against the wall, staring down at you with the bad fluorescents reflecting against his glasses.

“You don't get to do that… You don't quit on me. I quit on you.” He's forcing his hand between your legs, this time he fucks you properly. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and a tear falls.

“Say sorry.” He taunts with another manic smile flitting across his face, “I want you to take my fingers and tell me how sorry you are-”

“F-Fuck Seongje-” your hips snap awards and you stare up at him with watery eyes- watery eyes that havr his cocktail straining against his pants. He brings you in close by the nape of your neck while he forces you down until your clit meets the palm of his hand.

“You keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna cum. And I hate cumming first.”

“Shit…” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you force yourself to grind down on his fingers. His hand around your throat is the only thing keeping you somewhat upright. You've slipped into that mental soace where you'll embarrass yourself to achieve orgasm. You needed this.

And him.

“What a greedy slut, huh? Tell me you're done with me. I want you to say it again-”

You can't say much of anything because you grab ahold of his wrist, keeping his fingers inside you as your orgasm crests and breaks.

You're screaming wildly, devoid of all rational thought, unprepared by the fact that a bleeding man still lays forgotten on the cold floor. All you feel is him. Jts all him and its suffocating.

You've quite literally found yourself in the clutches of a sadist and he's guiding You gently through your orgasm… patting your head down lightly like you were a delicate baby bird.

"Why would I ever let you go?"

[k1mbe3rly]

+ yeon si-eun nsfw alphabet too plsss

Yeon Si-eun NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He doesn’t do much after sex since he’s also tired, maybe just a few head kisses and cuddles with you but definitely after he’s done sleeping or waiting for you to wake up he’ll clean you up since he’s already not tired that much

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part about you is just your body and face, he’s dating you because he truly likes you and has a huge interest in you, also deep down he’s super in love with you but doesn’t know how to explain it to you, he admires you from afar

His favorite body part are his hands, he likes how skilled he can be during fights and impresses himself sometime

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He pulls out, or he just wears a condom and cums inside of it while still in you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he doesn’t have much of a dirty secret only that he would tell Suho about it

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s not experienced, he was a virgin when he met you but once yall did it he slowly started knowing what to do and what makes you feel good

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary, he likes to be face to face with you so he’s able to see every expression and is able to read what you like and don’t

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

no goofiness, he’s straight to the point and if you crack a joke he just stares at you and goes back to kissing your neck or whatever he was doing

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he doesn’t really care about groomed but he does shave every now and then and doesn’t let it get too long

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he doesn’t do much he just gives you kisses to let you know he loves it since he rarely shows emotion

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn’t jerk off and if he does it’s rare

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he doesn’t have kinks just plain sex

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nothing really gets him turned on maybe just dirty talking and seeing you play with yourself

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything to hurt you or anything that makes him uncomfortable

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves to eat you out, it’s his favorite thing to do but he gets nervous to ask so he just does it in the middle of the moment

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can go slow and fast, but usually he goes at a medium speed, when he’s mad he goes fast and rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he will do quickies, just not a lot of them

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he can take risk but he doesnt mind that much

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last a long time, but usually he knows you get sensitive and overstimulated so he usually stops on the 4th round

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s quiet, he doesn’t make much noise and he usually holds them in

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He would force his bullies to watch or send them videos

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A good big veiny 7 inches

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Low, he doesn’t really have much thoughts about sex nor gets horny since he so focused on school

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

Sieun is the type to not even fall asleep, he just watches you drift off and lays there next to you and waits for you to wake up