#samuel x reader

[locomoqo]

just one night

— samuel seo x reader

details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, p in v (samuel puts you in full nelson), cunnilingus, nipple play, possessive sex, he slaps your kitty, mirror sex, slight exhibitionism, public sex (?), unprotected, toxic rs

A/N: this is for all my ppl who rq'd samuel smut and also i kindaaa went overboard (2.4k wc) with this bc i was listening to house of cards and a bunch of the weeknd songs🥸

You and Samuel's relationship, to put it lightly, had always been a roller coaster. Sure, you had your happy moments, but they never lasted long before you were fighting over something. And when you weren't fighting, you both became ghosts to each other—minimal interactions, going to bed with your backs turned. You tried to end things multiple times, and Samuel let it happen. Because one thing Samuel knew for certain was that you'd always come back.

The first time you broke up with him, he was desperate—begging you to come back, and you did. After that, though, it became a routine. He no longer took the breakups seriously, knowing that with enough sweet words and pleading, you'd always return.

But this time was different.

This time, he miscalculated. He didn't take the breakup seriously, and that was his mistake, because this time you stood firm. No amount of texts, missed calls, or even the bouquets he sent to your door swayed you. You stayed gone. And it took him a while to realize you meant it this time.

So he tried to move on. He cut contact, tried to distract himself. But the truth was, he hadn't moved on at all.

Curiosity got the better of him after a few months, and he found out you were seeing someone else. What's that saying again? Oh, right—curiosity killed the cat.

That was what brought him here, to this crowded club. Samuel wasn’t here to meet new people—well, maybe that was part of it—but the real reason was to drown his sorrows. He knew he looked pathetic, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t like he could just start beating some random person to release all his pent-up frustration.

Fuck. He shouldn’t be so affected by this. He should have moved on by now, yet just seeing your face in his mind was enough to send him right back to square one.

From the corner of his eye, he saw someone sit down beside him, but he didn’t pay it any mind.

"Hi there," a voice said, and it was a voice he knew all too well. His eyes slowly shifted from the bottle of soju in front of him to you, sitting right next to him. He was speechless. Maybe he’d already had too much to drink.

"Don’t look at me like that. Is there something wrong with my face?" you said with a friendly smile. Too friendly.

“You…” Samuel breathed out.

“Me?” you asked casually, glancing down at the menu in your hand.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice gruff. “I’m with my friends,” you replied. With your friends, Samuel repeated silently in his head. Was the guy you were seeing here too? Is that why you were acting so composed while he sat there looking like a washed-up loser?

Samuel ran a hand through his messy hair, then reached for another bottle. “I’ll pay,” he suddenly said when he saw you about to order a drink. You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. “If you say so,” you hummed, not passing up the opportunity.

Samuel’s thoughts were a mess. He couldn’t quite settle on what he wanted to say to you. It was like there were too many emotions swirling in his head, all fighting for dominance.

“…And what are you doing here?” you asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Just wanted to relax,” he replied. A half-truth.

“Didn’t know clubs were your thing,” you said, watching him down the rest of his drink.

“They’re not,” he responded bluntly. You noticed the sharpness in his tone and decided to drop it.

A few moments of silence passed before he finally asked, “So… what have you been up to?”

“You know, the usual,” you said as your drink arrived.

Samuel couldn’t help but look at you. His heart felt heavier with each glance. You both talked for a bit, exchanging stories about what had been going on in your lives. It was almost surreal, sitting here, talking like this after everything. "And what about that guy you're seeing? Is he with you tonight?" Samuel asked, trying to sound indifferent but not quite succeeding. You froze for a moment, awkwardly tracing the rim of your glass. "Oh… uh, no. He’s, um, busy," you mumbled.

Samuel stared ahead, but a smirk tugged at his lips. He knew that look, that tone—a sign of trouble. "Too busy for you?" he asked, tilting his head, testing the waters. You nodded, still focused on your glass, completely missing the way Samuel was watching you now, like a predator who had just spotted an opening.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with faux surprise. "That’s a shame. I thought you two were doing well."

You could hear the mockery in his voice. “Samuel—” you started.

"I had a feeling he wasn’t good enough for you," he interrupted, his eyes really meeting yours for the first time that night. "Don’t," you said, your voice carrying a warning that wasn’t as firm as you intended it to be.

Samuel leaned in, his hand lightly brushing against your arm before he gripped your wrist, pulling you closer. "Tell me I’m wrong," he challenged, his voice low. "Tell me you don’t miss me. Tell me you don’t miss us."

Your eyes flicked between his hand on your wrist and his face. You bit your lip, glancing elsewhere, unable to meet his intense gaze. "We broke up for a reason," you muttered, more as a reminder to yourself than to him. He grinned, leaning even closer until his lips were just inches from yours. "People make mistakes. Doesn’t mean we can’t fix them."

Your breath hitched as you looked up at him. There was hesitation in your eyes, but there was something else there too. Something dangerous. That same fire that once burned between you two was beginning to ignite again.

Samuel could see it in the way your eyes trailed over his features.

He leaned in even further, his lips brushing against your ear. "I can make you forget about him," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "Just give me one night."

Your breath was shaky as you exhaled, and in that moment, he knew he had you. You didn’t say a word, but the way your fingers curled into his shirt and pulled him closer was all the confirmation he needed.

Just like that, you were lured in, caught in the hunter’s trap once again. 

But you could hardly care about that now, could you? Not when his tongue is tangled with yours in a passionate kiss. The bathroom is dark and, surprisingly, fragrant.

Samuel hoists you onto the counter, his hands sliding up your thighs, bunching your dress around your hips as he positions himself between your legs. His hands roam your body, alternating between groping and kneading, desperate to feel as much of you as he can. He breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, sucking and leaving marks on your collarbone.

It’s as if he’s been starved of touch, and you’re the first to offer it to him. In a way, that’s exactly how it feels, considering how much he’s buried himself in work just to try and forget. “Missed you so much, princess,” he murmurs against your skin, continuing his descent.

He pulls down the front of your dress—along with your bra—to take one of your breasts into his mouth. Your fingers tangle in his hair as you sigh in pleasure, his mouth on one breast while he kneads the other. His hand slides down to your waist, tugging your underwear off in one swift motion.

Samuel pulls back for a moment, your hardened nipple glistening with saliva in the dim light. He drags you closer to the edge of the counter before dropping to his knees, pressing his face between your thighs. Your legs instinctively close around his head at the sudden rush of contact, and he pinches your thigh lightly in response. A gasp escapes your lips as he begins devouring you like a man starved. His thoughts are singular: He’s missed you, your taste, the way you feel, and the sound of your moans, even if they’re muffled by your hand.

“No one’s going to hear. Put your hand down,” he orders, his voice rough. It’s not a suggestion; it’s a command. But since when have you ever listened to him? You shake your head, and he rolls his eyes.

“Suit yourself,” he mutters before diving back in, tongue plunging into you. Flicking, sliding, and pressing that soft muscle against your core until your mind starts to blur. The room seems to fade into nothingness.

The only thing you’re aware of is the soft, warm slide of his tongue, the pressure he applies in just the right spots, and the ragged sound of his breathing as he loses himself in the moment. His hands grip your thighs firmly, grounding you, yet the way his mouth works against you sends your mind spinning, your heart pounding in your ears.

“Sammy—! Sammy, ’m gonna—” You choke out, teetering on the edge of release, your body trembling under the intensity. Your body arches involuntarily, your breath catching in your throat. A warmth floods through your veins, a mix of anticipation and inevitability as you teeter on the brink. Your hands grasp for anything—his hair, the countertop—desperately seeking an anchor as your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by sensation.

He doesn’t let up, continuing his relentless attack on your body. No, he plans to make you cum twice—maybe even three times—on his tongue before he even considers fucking you. And when he does, it won’t be in this tasteless club bathroom. Oh no. He’s going to take you home, or maybe to a nearby hotel, where he can have you all to himself.

This place isn’t worthy of what he has in mind.

The thing is, you’re still hesitant. Samuel would’ve let it slide—he would’ve—if he hadn’t caught the way you kept glancing at your boyfriend’s messages. Something in him snapped.

You were worried about that guy when Samuel was right there? Yeah, forget the nice guy act. He’s going to make sure you forget all about that boy tonight. He’ll make sure you’re so utterly consumed by him that you won’t even remember anyone else’s name but his.

“Eyes on the mirror,” he growls, his voice thick with authority as he grips your jaw, forcing your gaze forward. His fingers press against your cheek, making sure you watch—making sure you see. You can see yourself, spread so sinfully wide as he thrusts his cock into you.

Your knees are pulled back towards your chest, his strong arms wrapped securely around your thighs, his feet planted firmly on the bed. Your hands cling weakly to his strong arms as he pounds into you, every brutal thrust making your body tremble, tears forming in your eyes, and drool pooling at the corner of your lips.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he rasps, fingers pressing harder into your cheeks. “The nerve you’ve got—” Plap! “to still be texting—” Plap! “that guy, after what we did in that bathroom?” The wet slap of skin meeting skin punctuates each word, echoing through the room. “Didn’t mean to—jus’—ah! I wanted t’check my—” you sob, unable to finish your sentence. “Your notifications?” he spits out, finishing for you. “Don’t give me that bullshit. I know you’re still thinking about him.” His voice is venomous, and you can only shake your head in a weak attempt to deny it.

Irritation flares in him, and he goes harder, his pace relentless. You can’t do anything but moan and whimper, your nails digging into the inked skin of his forearms. The bed creaks beneath you as he takes you harder, faster, as if punishing you for daring to think of anyone but him. Each punishing thrust sends him deep, hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over again, the hard press of his hips making your whole body rock. 

“I’m gonna ruin this pussy for him,” he growls into your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as if to mark you, to brand you as his. “Fucking ruin it f’anyone. You’ll be mine. You hear me? All. Fucking. Mine.” His fingers release your face to give your clit a sharp slap, the line between pleasure and pain dissolves completely.

The sting sparks through you, making you whimper, but you can’t even register the pain anymore—not when the pleasure has you teetering on the edge of something overwhelming. The sound of your voice, broken and breathless as you cry out his name, drives him to push you closer to your breaking point

You can barely think, let alone speak. Only nodding in compliance, your body wracked with orgasm after orgasm, your walls spasming around him as you come undone again and again. 

Suddenly, the sound of a phone ringing cuts through the haze. Was it yours or Samuel’s? A quick glance tells you everything—it’s yours. Samuel’s eyes follow yours to see your boyfriend’s name flashing across the screen. His expression shifts from displeasure to something far more wicked, a twisted smirk spreading across his lips.

“Go on, answer it,” he whispers in your ear.

“But—” you try to protest, but one sharp look from him silences you. That look, the one that always makes heat pool between your legs. Reluctantly, you reach for your phone.

“Hello?” you manage to say, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. Samuel watches you, his possessive gaze locked on your face, savoring every second of your struggle. For a moment, he slows his thrusts, allowing you to speak—just long enough to give you a false sense of control. Then, with one brutal motion, he drives himself deeper into you, hitting that spot inside you that makes your mind go blank. 

You nearly choke on a gasp, but you stifle it with your hand. You glance at Samuel, only to be met with his smug, shit-eating grin. Another brutal thrust, and suddenly, he’s back to his relentless pace, dragging his cock in and out of you with such savage intensity that you can’t hold back anymore.

You bite down on your lip, eyes squeezed shut as tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks, your phone slipping from your grasp.

Samuel catches it effortlessly, pressing it to his ear. “Too bad you’re not here to see her like this. But don’t worry—I’m taking good care of her,” he taunts, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. The panicked voice on the other end makes him chuckle before he ends the call, setting your phone to ‘do not disturb' and tossing it aside.

The night isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

[cocosteatime]

Hey.....I saw that you are accepting requests.... can you do lookism men reacting to s/o who is a independent woman and refuses to use their money

Hii omg ofc!! Thank you for the request!

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Money, Money, Money

Ft. Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, DG/James Lee, Zack Lee

Notes: arguing, gaslighting, some fluff, dating/established relationship

Summary: you’d rather die than let a man pay for you

GUN

- He’s baffled that you pushed his card away and used yours instead

- He continues to try pay with his card but you’re somehow faster than him and he’s lowkey impressed 😂

- He admires how you stick to your own convictions and are independent

- However, he’s a traditional man and he thinks he should be paying so he often gets annoyed when you don’t let him

- Specially when you’re out on dinners together and argue on who’s getting the bill

GOO

- He WANTS to spoil you

- He can’t stand it when you refuse to let him pay

- He WILL hold you in a chokehold in front of the cashier and tell them to quickly use his card

- He’ll sneak his credit cards into your purse hoping you’ll accidentally use them

- Will buy you TONS of gifts to make up for when you refuse his money, and every time you fight because you’ve told him many times to stop doing that

SAMUEL

- He’s used to spending a lot of money

- Designer clothes, gourmet food, alcohol, parties, GIRLS

- So he’s really shocked when you refuse his money

- At first he didn’t really care, if you wanted to use your own money it wasn’t any of his business

- But then it starts to irk his inferiority complex

- Did you think he can’t provide for you? Does he not have enough money? Do you have more money than him? So you think you’re better than him?

- Eventually, every time you refuse his money or pay for him he turns bitter and would throw backhanded “compliments” at you to make himself feel better

DG/JAMES LEE

- He would find it really refreshing

- As an idol, people were only around him because of his money and popularity

- But seeing you refuse to take his money makes him see you as genuine

- He still offers to pay but doesn’t insist if you say no

- He’ll still spoil you with gifts and flowers tho because he thinks there isn’t anything else he can offer to you

ZACK

- He also thinks he should always pay for his woman and would absolutely love to buy you food and gifts

- So when you refuse to let him pay he’s a bit hurt and paranoid thinking you don’t like him

- You explain to him how important your independency and values are to you and he understands and respects it

- But he won’t give up and will always try to pay for you

- Specially if it’s a date, he will try extra hard to not let you pay but still respect your boundaries

[ay4tou]

coincidence? i think not | samuel seo x reader

summary: samuel tries to get through the night until a run-in with you shakes things up. coincidence? he thinks not.

author's note: my samuel brainrot is at its peak right now so expect a lot of works of him 😔 | masterlist

You'd think Samuel would love clubs.

I mean, he does.

But he doesn't like it when he's there for work.

A club is supposed to be a relaxing place to get away from work. But now he's here for work? Everything about it pissed him off.

The pounding music, the fake laughter of his coworkers, and the way people stared at him like he was some rare animal. Tonight wasn’t any different, and he wished he were anywhere else.

But no. When work calls, Samuel Seo answers. That’s how he ended up sitting in the VVIP section, sipping whiskey and pretending he wasn’t seconds away from losing his patience.

He wasn’t planning to notice anyone tonight. He was here to handle business, not make small talk.

But then, you come up to him.

“Can I get you anything else?”

Your voice was polite and professional, but when Samuel looked up, he could tell you were nervous. You were holding a tray, standing stiffly, like you weren't used to it.

You were young and currently new to the job. That's why you avoided his gaze.

And that caught his attention.

“No.” he said curtly, turning back to his drink. He wasn’t here to play nice.

You hesitated, shifting your weight like you wanted to say something else, but then you just nodded and left. He figured that was the end of it.

He didn’t think about you again until he saw one of the regulars grab your wrist. The guy was leaning in, slurring something in your ear, and trying to pull away, your polite smile barely masking the discomfort.

Samuel sighed. Just his fucking luck.

Before he could stop himself, he was out of his seat and crossing the room.

“She said let go.” Samuel said, his voice low and cutting through the noise.

The man froze, his face going pale. “Hey, I didn’t mean-”

“Did I ask?” Samuel shot back, his glare sharp enough to silence the guy.

The creep muttered a quick apology and slunk off, leaving you staring up at Samuel with wide eyes.

“Oh God, thank y-” you exhaled, voice shaky, but Samuel cuts you off before you could finish your sentence.

“Don’t thank me.” he said, sharper than he needed to be. “Just stay out of trouble and keep out of my way.”

Your face fell. You thought to yourself. "I was just trying to thank him, so why the hell is he being so bitchy?!"

Samuel didn’t stick around to care. He turned on his heel and headed back to his seat, already regretting getting involved.

The next morning, Samuel finds himself at the convenience store near his apartment, looking for coffee... and a pack of cigarettes.

At least, it was quiet until someone reached for the last pack of his brand at the same time he did.

“Sorry.” you mumbled, and he looked over to see you.

The girl at the club. Of course.

“Small world.” He muttered, glancing from you to the cigarettes.

You blinked at him, then grabbed the pack. “Uh, I got here first.”

Samuel raised an eyebrow. “Did you?”

“Yes..?” you snapped, gripping the pack like it was gold.

Samuel smirked. “Can you even afford these?”

Your jaw drops, and you glare at him like he’d just insulted your entire existence. “Excuse me?!”

“You heard me.” he said, enjoying how your face flushed with irritation.

“Man, fuck this guy.” you mumbled but intentionally said it loud enough to make him hear it while yanking the pack toward you.

"Sure." Samuel couldn’t help but laugh: two people fighting over a pack of cigarettes like it was life or death.

After a minute, Samuel sighed and let go.

“Fine,” he said. “Take them. Maybe smoking will help with that attitude of yours.”

You muttered something under your breath that he didn’t catch... or maybe he just didn’t care. He grabbed his coffee and left, the faintest smirk still tugging at his lips.

After that, Samuel kept running into you. It was really starting to annoy the both of you. At the club, at the store, even once at a coffee shop.

But somewhere along the way, the both of your bickerings turns into something else.

One night, outside the club, you and Samuel just end up sitting together while he smoked. You start talking about your shitty job, your useless coworkers, and your pet dog. It wasn’t until you ask why Samuel didn't like clubs that he realized he’d been listening to you for a solid ten minutes.

“They put all the attention on me.” he said, flicking ash off his cigarette.

You snort. “Yeah, poor you.”

Samuel looks over at you, ready to snap back, but you were smiling. Not the fake, customer-service smile he was used to seeing, but something real. He didn’t know what to do with it, so he just let the conversation drift into silence.

Around a month later, Samuel spots you again. Fortunately, you weren't working this time.

He watched as you stumble through the crowd, laughing with your friends and taking shots like you didn’t have a care in the world.

...Aand then you bump into him.

“Samuel!” you exclaim, grin wide and a little too bright.

“You’re drunk." he said, glancing down at you.

“You’re observant.” you shot back, giggling.

Samuel sighed, grabbing your arm. “C’mon. Let’s get you out of here before you embarrass yourself.”

“What, are you taking me to bed?” you tease, poking him in the chest.

Samuel froze. You tone was playful, but something about your words stuck. For a second, he actually considered it.

“Don’t tempt me.” he muttered, his voice low and rough.

"I'm tempting you right now."

Your eyes narrow, and a smug grin forms on your face. Before either the both of you could think twice, Samuel leaned in and kisses you on the lips.

Fuck.

"Oh, so we're doing this now?"

"Yeah."

He leans in again for another one, but it wasn’t soft or sweet like the first — it was messy, desperate, and so fucking good. His hands grip your waist, pulling you closer as your fingers tangled in his hair.

When you and Samuel finally broke apart, the both of you were breathless.

“Still think I’m an asshole?” Samuel asks, smirking down at you.

“Definitely.” you said, grinning as you pull him back in for another kiss.

[kingchroma]

morning after.

࿇ summary. samuel gets a little epiphany in the morning after spending the night with you. ࿇ pairing. samuel x reader

࿇ word count. 1.2k ࿇ warnings. smoking in the morning? that, and i don't proofread.. ࿇ author's note. was playing with the prompt generator again lmao

It feels warm.

His centralized penthouse oddly feels warm, and Samuel was sure that he didn’t turn on the heater considering how hot it was these days. Apart from that, he had a habit of sleeping down to his boxers—and if he slept like that, it sure as hell shouldn’t be warm right now.

He opens his eyes—ah.

He sees you.

He remembers it now.

The sheets rustle around him as he adjusts his position, bleary eyes almost getting blinded by the light that slips through the curtains before he glances at your sleeping form. He notices that your arm was carelessly laid around his waist, an attempt to hold onto him even unconscious.

Shit, you were deep in sleep. Did he wear you out too much last night?

That should’ve been a question—he knows he did. Every single time this happens, you end up knocking out like a light afterwards. Nights come where he allows you to be over, enticing him with his favorite alcohol in the guise of trying to get him to relax. After all, being the President of the 4th Affiliate was no easy task.

Even if Samuel was well-aware of the fact that the two of you only want one thing, he still lets you get on with your theatrics. It was nothing short of entertaining, always bringing the edge of his brims to a small smile.

He still remembers how you sauntered in last night, dressed in that skimpy, little dress that he liked—with the heels that he had gifted you because they looked good on you. You were dressed like you had him as your target for the night.

“Wake up,” Samuel nudges you awake, shaking you slightly before he turns his body to the nightstand, grabbing a stick of nicotine he would consume with a cup of coffee for breakfast.

It takes him lighting up a stick for you to finally move, grunting. Your face was scrunched up at the smell before you curl up to stretch, a small moan escaping your lips. “Bad habits certainly don’t change,” you comment, blinking the sleep away from your eyes as you stare at Samuel’s bare form sitting up on the bed, back against the headboard.

“I don’t know why you’re complaining. You’re used to this already,” he responds, straight to the point as he grabs his tablet.

Of course he’s all business the moment he wakes up.

“I’m used to it, but it doesn’t mean I can’t complain,” you huff, sitting up as you grab the cigarette from his lips, completely rendering it useless as you dump it on the ashtray.

This makes Samuel scoff in annoyance, but makes no move to get another stick, preferring to focus on his tablet instead where he replies to emails and even viewing presentations.

You don’t know how he does it—but he had told you of his ambitions. He wanted to be king.

But did the aspiring king need a queen? That, you didn’t know. It still didn’t stop you from coming into his life though—why would you, when he hasn’t told you to stop anyway?

And so, you grab his dress shirt that was lying on the floor, covering yourself up and your discarded underwear. And after getting dressed, your feet takes you outside of his room then to his barely-used kitchen.

It feels a little good that Samuel lets you roam around his home so freely—you didn’t think that he would let you in like this in the first place, and to have that kind of power over him made you giddy.

He was a man focused on his goals—a man who wanted nothing but to climb to the top and become king—but for you to be allowed to stand as a witness was a lot to take in already.

Though you brush the thoughts away from your still-sleepy brain as you make breakfast for the two of you. Despite him rarely cooking, Samuel’s fridge had some food stocked up. You make him a basic breakfast meal, but most important of all—his coffee.

“Deep in thought early this morning?” he asks from behind, a hand on your waist as he stands behind you, reaching to get a cup, surprising you. “Careful, the neurons in your brain might get overworked,” he says.

“Aren’t you such a smartass?” you respond in a sarcastic, loving tone.

His touch lingers on your waist as he pours himself the coffee you had made him. “Oh? You always called me a sweetheart though,” he says, tone indifferent, though he’s amused you can keep up with him this early.

You roll your eyes at him, placing breakfast on the counter for the two of you to eat. And he smoothly follows—one cup of coffee in one hand, a glass of juice in the other.

Samuel should already be scolding himself for being so careless—for allowing himself to have a routine with you when there are more pressing matters to attend to. The countless emails and files he needs to read and sign demanded more of his time, yet he spares some of it to eat breakfast with you.

It shouldn’t be that bad—but it is, because he lives life solely for himself—but time and time again you worm into his life and he lets you, so maybe he should take some of the blame before getting irritated by how you acted like you knew him.

Acted like you knew how his coffee was made—it was perfect every time.

Acted like you knew when he needed a break—texting him at midnight to ask him if he’s busy, and it makes him the slightest but guilty.

Acted like you knew he needed to see you—shamelessly calling him even if he was at a meeting, and he actually says it’s an emergency instead if ignoring nuances like he’s used to doing.

Maybe you did know him, and that irks him to the core because this set up shouldn’t have ended up like this—shouldn’t have made him feel like he had opened himself to a person who’s not related to Gangnam or Gangseo.

“Those emails won’t delete themselves if you don’t answer them right this second,” you speak, ending his train of thought.

He turns to look at you, surprised expression on his face. “I know that.”

“Why do you look so surprised then?” you ask, taking a bite of the waffle you made.

Samuel doesn’t answer—doesn’t want to let you know that he wasn’t thinking about those emails, that he was actually thinking about you and your presence in his godforsaken life.

“Silence isn’t exactly an answer, Sammy,” you tease him with a nickname, and he mutters a small ‘fuck off’ to you—it does make you smile as you eat though.

As he quietly eats breakfast with you, Samuel thinks that maybe he is allowed at least one good thing in this life. He could easily buy all the material things the world has to offer, but no sports car nor estate could make him feel the good you had him feeling.

As breakfast finishes, you attempt to take the empty plates away from him but he doesn’t let you. “I’ll do it,” he says, standing up before leaning down to kiss you on the forehead—something he rarely does, making your cheeks flush at the intimate gesture.

“Are you sick?” you ask quickly, mouth moving faster than your brain can even comprehend, but Samuel only glares at you before easily taking the dirty dishes from the counter.

“No,” he says.

“Just having a good morning.”

[immortalityforthegoddess]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐨 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

{Name} was a naive, sweet, kind and soft spoken person. Samuel was a sick, sadistic man. So...how did a person like 𝕪𝕠𝕦 get the attention of a man like 𝕙𝕚𝕞?

Well...

One day as {Namd} was feeding the stray cats, she saw a tall figure walk past, a very tall figure. She paid no mind to it until she noticed something on the ground.

She soon realize that the tall figure from earlier must had drop it and went to go investigate, it was a a black, fancy looking wallet. {Name} being the kind hearted girl she was chased the figure down.

When she finally caught up, the tall figure turned out to be a man, he gave {Name} an odd look, she than explained that he might have dropped his wallet and was returning it. It took a few moments for what was happening to click in the man's head, when it did, he quickly grabed his wallet and thanked {Name}.

When he tried to offer money, she refused, claiming that it was just a good deed. The man chuckled and introduced himself as 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐨.

{Name} introduced herself right back, extending a friendly hand, Samuel's larger hand shook it, with a 'Nice to meet you'.

When {Name} said her goodbyes, for {Name} what was a small gesture and a small conversation, was so SO much more too Samuel. He was first to walk away, he needed as much as information about {Name} as possible. She was so perfect, who was she?

Fast forward a few montsh and Samuel knew 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 about {Name}- well he knew everything about the first week. He had been stalking {Name}, following everywhere, apartment, store, gas station, work. That's how he figured out just how lonely {Name} really was.

Of course {Name} was lonely, she moved to Korea from the states, escapeing her abusive family. Awhile Samuel knew all this {Name} weas unaware of anything. Just trying to live her life in peace. Samuel was okay with that. ℍ𝕖 could give her a peaceful life.

Soon Samuel started showing up at random places in your life, you were shopping at 11:00 for some snacks? How odd, so was he! Going to the fair? So is he! He also 'accidentally' bought tow VIP tickets.

As the months fly by {Name} AND Samuel creaste a strong bond. {Name} has always wondered whats it's like Tok have a true friend and now she does!

Samuel is of course happy too! His plan was falling into place. He has gained {Name}'s trust, his sweet little {Name} was so naive it was adorable honesty.

She'll be all his soon enough.

One day as Samuel and {Name} we're hanging out at his place, she casually mentioned someone asking her out and her accepting. What the hell, who on this living planet had the balls to ask out his women?

Samuel of course was not okay and decided there and than that today would be 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 day. So he offered you some of your favorite drink to you and you accepted, sucks you didn't see him slip in the crushed sleeping pills into her drink.

She took the drink thinking nothing but once finished was very tired. You yawne and before you know it, your past out.

She wakes up hours later in some room made of concreat, you freaks out and cries not knowing what was happening. That when Samuel walks, she stars in disbelief as he asked what's wrong. What's wrong?

{Name} yells and screams at him to know what was going on and what sick game this was he was playing with her. Samuel didn't appreciate being yelled at especially since he save her, how ungreatful.

He walks up to her and slaps her, telling her to behave and act right. She stops and stars as she felt the stinging pain on her cheek. She can't believe this is happening to her, why her out of all people?

As the weeks fly by, {Name} has baged and cried to please be let go, Samuel doesn't understand why his darling is so upset with him, he has given her everything thing. Gold, diamonds, jewels, favorite snacks and food, favorite drinks, cuddles, expensive design fuzzy cloths. Everything he could think of and she is still scared of him and begging to be let go.

He has even given her 𝕤𝕖𝕩 thinking she was just tense but she screamed and cried the entire time begging him to stop. He obviously didn't because he wanted to make sure she was taken care of.

After that incident something changed inside of his {Name}. She stopped crying and screaming all the time, which should have made him happy but it didn't. She just stayed in the corner wrapped up in a blanket and would just sit there. Anytime Samuel would come near her she would cry and beg to be left alone.

It broke Samuel heart to see his darling so scared of him.

As the months go by {Name} became more obedient. Listening to Sam when he would talk about his day at work. Eating the snacks and meals he would bring down to her. After awhile even talking about her day and what she did to keep herself Intertaned.

Samuel was happy and even began to let her out more. Not outside just to the rest of his mansion. She was allowed to used the rest room when she wanted and was allowed to be in the kitchen if she wanted too cook. Samuel would always say it's 𝕙𝕖𝕣 kitchen anyway.

Soon {Name} began to sleep in the same bed as Samuel, the one time when she went to going sleep back in 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 room he freaked out and asked if he had upset her in any way. Safe to say that she just started sleeping with him every night. Soon his room was filled with her cloths and jewels. Soon it was 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 room.

Now 3 years later and his women was in the kitchen cooking him dinner in a little tight dress as he worked. She was definitely asking to be pregnant which Samuel was fine with.

[trueebeauty]

hellooooo 💟 if you don't mind, can i have a Sam x reader where you extremely sick and always seek for his affection by hugging him, crawling on his back like a koala, etc., although he acts like he is being annoyed, he actually hugs you back and carries you around the house 💕 (i don't know if i'm babying him too much, lol but please lemme live in my delusion that he is always a big softie baby when it comes to his s/o 😂)

thank you and enjoy your day 💝

-🐼 anon

SICK - samuel seo

- notes ; sorry this was in my drafts for a while T-T

You're curled up on the couch, a fortress of tissues surrounding you. Your head throbs, your throat burns, and every muscle aches.

Being sick is the worst, but having Samuel taking care of you almost makes up for it.

"Sammy," you croak, reaching out with grabby hands. He's in the kitchen, probably making you soup or tea.

He pokes his head around the corner, eyebrows raised. "What now?"

You pout, lower lip trembling. It's partly the fever, partly for effect. "I need hugs."

Samuel sighs dramatically, but he's already moving towards you. "You're going to get me sick too, you know."

"Then we can be sick together," you mumble, pulling him down. He lands with an 'oof', and you immediately drape yourself over him, arms around his waist, face buried in his chest.

"You're so clingy," he grumbles, but his fingers are combing through your hair, soothing the ache in your head.

After a while, he shifts. "I need to get your medicine."

"No," you whine, clinging tighter.

"It'll just take a second," Samuel insists, trying to pry your arms off.

You shake your head, wrapping your legs around him too. "Don't go."

"You're impossible," he huffs. "I'll be right back, shortass. You need your meds."

But you just pout harder, burying your face in his neck. Samuel lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Fine."

He stands up, and you expect him to detach you. Instead, he hoists you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. "Hold on tight."

He carries you to the bathroom, one hand supporting your back while the other rummages through the medicine cabinet. "See? I told you it wouldn't take long."

You just hum contentedly, nuzzling into his shoulder.

Then he carries you back to the kitchen, gently setting you on the countertop. Your legs dangle, and you whimper at the loss of his warmth.

"Oh, hush," Samuel murmurs, his gruff tone betrayed by the softness in his eyes. He ladles soup into a bowl, then brings it and your pills over. "Open up, baby. Medicine first."

You make a face but obediently take the pills. Then he spoon-feeds you the soup, blowing on each spoonful to cool it. "There we go. Not so hard, right?"

You nod sleepily, the warmth of the soup and the effect of the medicine making your eyelids heavy. You reach out for him. "Bed, Sammy. Please?"

He gives you a look, somewhere between exasperated and fond. "You literally just got here. And you haven't finished your soup."

But you're already slumping forward, forehead resting on his chest. "Sleepy," you mumble.

"Unbelievable," Samuel mutters, but he's already scooping you up. He carries you to the bedroom, laying you down gently.

As he pulls the covers over you, you catch a smile on his lips, a real one, not his usual smirk.

[morbidollette]

is anyone going to write a samuel fic from babygirl? pls remind me if you do!💕

[siren-serenity]

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characters: samuel seo, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - the first time i saw samuel, i fell in love - LIKE SIR?? YOUR CHEST *drools violently* - his titties could practically feed a whole orphanage - feedback is appreciated!

His body is a canvas and he is his own masterful painter. He is his own Michelangelo, carving out the perfect immortal onto his body. Careful to never exercise too much to stretch the thousands of tattoos, careful to never do too little to shrivel up the inkwork, careful to always take care after a session, careful to always adhere to his tattoo artist's advice. Samuel Seo regards his body highly; He never fails to catch the eyes of hundreds in the average city of Seoul. (He’ll never admit it but his ego swells up in pride.)

But tonight feels...different. As his expensive car (bought and given by Eugene, of course) races down the streets, maybe the street lamps having that golden hue of light to it, made him feel slightly romantic. Maybe it was as the abnormal number of couples going on with their normal average life haunting the streets. Maybe it was the way your perfume stuck to the leather seats like glue and wafts in the air, still. The ghost of Jake’s voice (his friend) reminds him of his hypocrisy. Romance? He gave it all up in the foolishness of his youth once upon a time.

To think that he would even reminisce on the aspect of romance, to even be in a romantic relationship, sounds ironic. Yet, as Samuel takes a quick, slightly dangerous U-turn and his other hand lingers on his phone, he feels none of it.

Only love. For you.

———-

His skin feels that familiar burn again. The familiarity of the pain is nothing to Samuel. His body is already a canvas, what’s adding one more brushstroke going to do?

“Samuel?”

Your voice rolls his name around with love and care. As he reaches down to take off his loafers, he spots you dashing in the corner of his eye and straightens up just to get glomped in a hug.

“Miss me?” Samuel murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and your shampoo scent invades his sense of smell. He greedily takes it in, urging his subconscious to engrave the scent into his memories.

He feels you nod against his chest.

“You were back later than expected…I thought you-“

“Didn’t I say I would never leave?” Samuel suddenly lifts you in a bridal carry; a rare, boyish laugh escapes him as you let out a small shout of surprise. Your arms instinctively wrap loosely around his neck and your elbows thump against his chest, bouncing against his round pectorals. “It’ll take more than a couple of stupid minions to take me down.”

Your head tilts back as you let out a laugh and it rings in Samuel's head, recording it so he can play the wonderous sound over and over again like a broken record.

"Of course," You lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek and lingering there. "That's my man."

Samuel huffs, squeezing you tighter before finally laying you on the couch and kneeling between your legs. He looks up with adoring eyes and you get a good glance at his bandaged chest.

"What happened?!" You quickly unbutton his chest, eyes widened in worry. He only laughs in response, helping you slide off the article of clothing and slightly unwrapping the bandage to reveal the new tattoo.

Y/N L/N x Seo Samuel

He waits for your response with labored breaths. It was a risk to do so, an uncharacteristically impulsive decisive made late in the night. But he loved you.

"...Samuel..." You breathe out in awe. Shaking fingers lightly trace the inked skin and he shivers. Not even seconds later, you crash your lips onto his, fingers grasping onto his hair and pulling him onto you until his knees hit the couch and he is leaning over you.

He lets out a laugh between kisses but complies. His muscular arms hold onto your skin, gripping onto them to leave bruises while you lean in to tilt your head at a better angle.

"I take it that you love it?" Samuel murmurs between kisses. Your hand squeezes his narrow waist as you grin.

"Of course!"

Your hands cradle his face as if he were a precious jewel as you pepper kisses all over his face.

"I love you, Samuel Seo."

"I love you too, Y/N L/N."

[winterwump]

Hi! I lived your gun x reader x goo nsfw, can you pls do one with jake x reader x samuel one? Where both are fighting to win reader over and choose to make reader decide who reader thinks is better.

Tough Decisions

Author’s Notes: I’ve been sitting on this request for a hot minute, but here it is Anon. I think that this 3some fic is MUCH better than my 3some fic with Gun & Goo. I really like this one.

Words: 821

Content Tags: Cervix fucking (kinda) and Pierced Genitalia

You never thought you’d be in a situation like this, but you’re not gonna complain. Because aside from the two nude men in front of you, who would complain about this?

“C’mon y/n, it’s a really simple question” - Jake spoke first, breaking the tension between you all.

“Is it really that simple?” - You asked, even though your tone was lax you were genuinely asking. Your response however, earned you an eye roll from Samuel. He’s so bratty.

“Stop bullshitting. After what we did, you know which one you like better” - The annoyance in Samuel’s voice was palpable.

‘After what we did’. Fuck, that alone made your pussy throb. What you wouldn’t give to be filled again. To be frank, you were thoroughly plowed by both Jake and Samuel. You felt your mind begin to wander back to earlier events:

Jake took the initiative and made light work of your pussy when he ate you out so eagerly. He wanted you nice and wet for him. Your pussy was so pliant for Jake as he entered you. Fuck, Jake’s length alone could make you cum. He was so deep inside you that he laughed when you whined as he pushed further in you.

Samuel on the other hand, gave you a taste of his cock. He let you get acclimated to his girth, guiding your tounge with soft words that you didn’t even know he was capable of producing. In contrast to his sultry voice, Samuel’s grip your hair was so firm and needy.

You felt yourself get lightheaded while you were being fucked out. It was hard to keep up with the change in position, but you knew who was in what hole. You could tell it was Samuel inside you when your walls were being massaged by the piercings along his shaft, and you knew it was Jake when the tip kissed your cervix ever so gently. Both sensations, in their lovely differences, made cumming a near constant for you. It’s almost too much to handle.

Giving head was another story entirely, both cocks presented challenges that you loved. Jake was easier to deepthroat, but only by a small margin. His cock was lengthy, so you could only take about 5 inches down before you got teary eyed. He wouldn’t say it for fear of making you feel bad, but Jake loved watching you struggle to take all of him.

Taking Samuel’s cock down your throat was a challenge that you happily accepted. Even though his length wasn’t anything to scoff at, it was his girth that really tripped you up. Sammy is coke can thick, so getting your mouth around the whole thing was a task. The stretching, the drooling, and the gagging all served as an ego boost for Samuel. Unlike Jake, Samuel let you know that he relished in your squirming:

“Is my cock too big for you little throat, y/n?” - He teased while gazing down at your flushed face.

“So” - Samuel started - “Who’s better?” - The bluntness in his tone brought you out of your sex flashback.

“Stop rushing her, Sam. I think she’s finally got it.” - Jake said with an air of confidence to him.

Samuel scoffed, his face scrunched up indignantly - “Oh you think it’s gonna be you, huh? And don’t call me Sam.”

“What??? I didn’t say that” - The other man said with a jovial laugh, his hands were up in faux surrender - “All I said was that it seems like y/n made her decision. That’s all.”

“Yeah right” - Samuel scoffed again, this time with a side-eye included.

If you were extremely honest with yourself, you thought their bickering was one of the hottest things you could ever witness. But it was only second to getting fucked by them. You still can’t believe they agree to doing that with you, let alone each other.

Pulling yourself up from the mattress, you gave an exaggerated “Ahem”. Now eyes were on you, and those two were on bated breaths.

“My decision is…” - You trailed off for dramatic effect, your eyes darting between Samuel and Jake’s faces.

“Don’t play like that, y/n” - Jake huffed. God, he was so cute.

“Fine fine, my decision is that I’m undecided.”

“WHAT?!?!” - Exclaimed in exasperated unison. You’d said with such a laissez faire tone, the two were left dumbfounded.

“Yep, but I think I’ll have a proper decision if I have another go at the competition.” - If your grin could get any wider, it would.

Samuel cackled in disbelief, Jake’s mouth was still ajar - “She played us, and she wants to play again”

“Yea but, I kinda don’t mind” - Jake chided once he recovered from his own disbelief. - “Let’s get to it then, cuz I’m gonna win.”

“The hell you will!!”- Samuel retorted as he pulled you into his lap.

You stifled your laughter as they bickered again. If only they knew they were getting played again.

I really like the thought of me just dropping raunchy garbage on here and then leaving for another month, it’s so funny😆 But I really hate that 4 ppl who actually like my writing cuz damn. Anyways, I hope y’all o liked this nonsense. BYE!!!!

[d-targaryenshoe]

Hey! I just wanted to tell you that I binge read your fics and I've come to the conclusion that the Karen anon Is a dick head and just spouting some bullshit. You're an amazing writer! Fuck them haters <3🩷

I cannot, this is just a simply message, but it really just made me cry, I put my heart and soul into my works and you guys just saying that you like it just really warms my heart and makes it all worth it. I love you all 🥺✨

[ay4tou]

when the time comes | samuel seo x reader

summary: you rush home just to find samuel bloodied, his calm only fueling your anger. as he makes a promise you’re unsure you can trust, you wonder how long you can wait for him to choose between this life and you.

tw: mentions of blood (and samuel idk he just seems like a whole trigger warning)

author's note: it's my first time writing samuel i'm not sure if i made him nonchalant or just a bitch

i kinda want to make a part two of this.... and i may or may not plan it to be smut 👀 | masterlist

The door to the apartment creaked open, revealing Samuel leaning heavily against the frame. His shirt was torn and bloodstained, knuckles were bruised and swollen, an evidence of a fight that had gone far longer than it should have.

He stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him, and trudged toward the bathroom without turning on the lights. He barely glanced at his reflection as he grabbed a towel to clean himself up.

Your phone call interrupted the silence. His phone buzzed insistently on the counter, your name lighting up the screen. He sighed and answered, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Yeah? What's up?” His tone was casual, as if you were just calling to ask what he wanted for dinner.

“Samuel?” Your voice was sharp. “You home?”

“Mm-hm.”

Something in his tone set you on edge. “Are you okay? You sound… off.”

“I’m fine, no need to worry.” he said, brushing the question off like a fly on his shoulder.

“Fine?” you repeated. “Hey, fine doesn’t sound like this. What’s going on?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he replied.

That was all you needed to hear. “I’m on my way.”

“You really don’t have t-"

But the line had already gone dead. He set the phone back on the counter and returned to dabbing at his wounds, muttering to himself,

"Guess that's happening."

“Are you kidding me, Samuel?” you snapped, storming over to him. “What the hell happened to you?”

He looked up at you, completely unfazed by your outburst. “Long day.” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

“...Long day?” you echoed in disbelief. “You’re covered in blood!”

He shrugged. “Most of it’s not mine.”

The way he said it so casually made your blood boil.

“Do you even hear yourself right now? You look like you walked out of a war zone, and you’re just sitting there like it’s nothing!”

“It’s not nothing,” he said, leaning back against the cushions with a faint wince. “But it’s not worth freaking out over, either. I’m still here, aren’t I?”

You crossed your arms, glaring down at him. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He smirked faintly, raising an eyebrow. “You love it.”

“No, I tolerate it,” you shot back, grabbing the first-aid kit. “And only because I don’t have a choice.”

You knelt beside him, your hands moving with practiced precision as you cleaned his wounds. Despite your anger, you couldn’t stop the worry gnawing at your chest. “You can’t keep doing this, Samuel. You know that.” you said quietly.

He sighs. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” he replied, his tone annoyingly nonchalant.

“Do you?” you snapped, glaring up at him. “Because it sure doesn’t seem like it.”

His smirk softened, but his eyes stayed steady. “I do. But I’ve got my reasons.”

“Yeah? And what are those?”

He shrugged again. “Unfinished business.”

“Ugh. That’s not an answer,” you said, sitting back on your heels.

“It’s the best one I’ve got for now.”

You shook your head, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Fine, keep your secrets. But this can’t go on forever, Samuel. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to make a choice.”

His smirk reappeared, but it seemed gentler. “When the time comes, I’ll stop.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“And I’ll mean it every time,” he replied. “When the time comes, I’ll marry you. And when I do, it’ll be over.”

You stared at him, torn between anger and disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”

“That's just me.” he said with a lazy grin, his tone almost teasing.

You stood up, shaking your head but refusing to let him see the small smile threatening to break through. “But if you think I’m just going to patch you up every time you come home looking like this, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Sure you will.” he said, leaning back with a satisfied sigh.

And damn it, you both knew he was right.

[kingchroma]

problem solving.

࿇ summary. samuel likes the thrill of having you as his partner in class. ࿇ pairing. student!samuel x student!reader

࿇ word count. almost 1.5k ࿇ warnings. swearing. samuel and reader bickering. sammy's an a-grade asshole but he swears he doesn't hate you that much. ࿇ author's note. another old draft that i fixed up. again, apologies if it sounds like samuel is ooc! i'm trying to get ahold of things here.

“That’s wrong. I’ve told you several times already—that’s not the formula that I taught you.”

“I’m sorry, okay?!”

“As if sorry’s going to do anything. You’re so hardheaded.”

You only huff as you hear his response, slamming your pen on your notepad and consequently giving up on solving the set of problems that you and Samuel were given earlier. It was for a project in one class that you both shared—answering 100 problems, each individual in the partnership getting 50 items, explaining how it was solved in the process.

It was supposed to be an easy task—hell, you’ve already imagined smoothly moving from one problem to another, but no, you had to be partnered with Samuel Seo of all people and now you’re stuck on question number five because you can’t figure out the formula he used.

Everyone knew that you and Samuel had a little rivalry going on—an understatement with how you two constantly challenged each other in and out of class. Maybe it wasn’t as little as you thought, but still, a rivalry is rivalry and this man was a piece of work.

“Giving up already?” Samuel mocks you as he surveys your failed problem sets, mechanical pencil in between his fingers as he writes another alternative solution for you to use. “Should’ve expected that. This is your weakest subject, right?”

You pray quietly to the gods to give you the strength as you try not to snap at him inside the library—where other diligent, quiet students were studying and doing homework. “Yes, but I just don’t get where you got these formulas—solutions!” you exclaim, though only loud for him to hear. That’s what you tell him for the nth time—time and time again—but you still don’t get it.

That was honestly the part that frustrated Samuel the most. “I thought you were smart?” he snaps at you—with the same volume as you. He really couldn’t be bothered to deal with the fact that the two of you could get kicked out of the library. “What’s so hard to understand about this?” he asks, encircling the formula, which just ends up being a mix of jumbled letters and numbers to you.

You sigh, frustrated and defeated. “Look, can we take a break for a bit? My head hurts.”

Samuel only rolls his eyes at that, though he lets you take a break. “Sure, let the project stay idle for too long,” he quips, in which you ignore him because he’s nothing but an asshole who doesn’t care if he hurts your feelings and stomps on it. You do take a break—not listening to his complaints because it felt like your head was going to be split open.

He does notice that you were searching for something in your bag—a painkiller for what seems to be suited for migraines and such. Maybe that makes his cold heart thaw a little—a bit guilty for how he had been treating you, though he doesn’t back down, letting his words remain true in your head.

“Do you plan on taking that without eating?” Samuel asks, making you stop from taking the pill out from its packaging to answer him. “So? I have water,” you retort.

He rolls his eyes again, something he can't seem to stop doing around you. Holy shit, it’s so hard to get through you.

“Can you eat water? Plus the library has a No Eating policy, just in case you forgot,” he reminds you, packing his side of the table back to his bag before looking at you expectantly. “Get your things. Let’s go to the cafeteria.”

“For what?” you ask.

“For your head, stupid. My God, how many fucking braincells are working there right now? Is it close to zero?” he retorts, and you badly want to tape his mouth shut.

How was Jake able to be friends with this asshole? You can’t imagine being around Samuel for so long.

AT THE CAFETERIA, Samuel wordlessly leads you to buy food—not even bothering to listen to your complaints when you tell him that you will pay for it because you were the one that’s going to consume it.

But again, he doesn’t care because Samuel Seo is a hotheaded asshole who ensures that everyone should listen to him and heed to what he says or does.

“Eat,” he says, pushing the tray of food towards you. It was a complete meal, much to your surprise. “This is a lot,” you argue, looking at the food then at him. “You bought way too much.”

Samuel doesn't comment at that. “You’re going to take meds, right? You need to have a full stomach for that,” he says, and it makes you wonder why he suddenly cared enough to get you a meal when you could’ve gotten it yourself. “A snack would’ve sufficed but okay, thanks.”

Thank god, Samuel monologues internally, watching you get the painkiller from your bag and placing it beside the water bottle.

Samuel doesn’t exactly know what to do or say when you finally started eating simply because he hasn’t had a proper conversation with you in the first place. It was always like dogs growling at each other, never polite, always on guard to start biting the other.

He thinks maybe this moment was the first time the two of you had a semblance of silence—where neither of you were going for the throat for once. “Is it good?” he asks, unable to keep his mouth shut. Though you only look at him, a flicker of emotion showing in your irises before nodding.

You don’t give him a verbal answer, and that lowkey ticks him off because why aren’t you biting at him? But maybe it was because it was too much of a kind question, lacking the usual sarcasm he had towards you—and everyone else, though a little more on you.

Samuel chooses to remember about how the two of you had become rivals in the first place. It was stupid, really, how nostalgic he was being while you were there eating and nursing a fucking headache.

All he remembers was that he had corrected you over an exam answer. He was sarcastic, you were sarcastic—some challenges were made in front of the professor and other classmates, and Samuel knows he felt excited at the time—a thrill that he only felt when he knows he’s about to win the competition he joined or when he knows he had gotten a high grade at a particular subject that he had hated.

He knows then and there that you gave him a rush of excitement even if he was supposedly hating on you as he is your rival after all—but maybe he doesn’t, and he chooses to be an asshole for the thrill of it.

Maybe Jake was right—he was so hard to get along with.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you ask out of the blue—after the silence between the two of you and the white noise of the other students of the cafeteria have mellowed in your ears. “Like I grew two heads or something,” you add, making Samuel look away—because he fucking hated how you easily made the brims of his lips twitch into an unknowing smile.

He hated how you looked adorable while eating the food he had bought you. How you looked at him like he was an absolute idiot for being caught staring at you.

“Nothing. Hurry up,” was the only thing he says to you in that usual, annoyed tone that he has.

But he doesn’t really want you to hurry up—just a mix of emotions since he wants to sit in silence with you but at the same time, he really wants you to get going with the problem sets.

You scoff at him, finishing the last bite of your meal. It all comes in a flash—you taking the painkiller, and now standing up to gesture at him. “I’m finished, let’s go. Unless you want to be the reason why we submit that project late?”

He takes a deep breath because that tone of yours—challenging him and perhaps even putting the blame on him for being late, makes something in his brain go haywire because Samuel Seo likes to get on top of things—doesn’t want to be blamed for someone else’s incompetence when he had done everything he could to stay on top.

You just make him want to grit his teeth—but it’s the challenge, the thrill that makes all this shit worth it.

“Bold of you to say that,” he says, getting his bag as he stands up from the chair. “When you can’t even get past problem number five.”

And that’s where another argument starts.

Where Samuel thinks that maybe partnering with you wasn’t so bad.

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Another sketch of my girl from this post and Simon 🫶

Hehehehhhheheh

Bye ✌️

[nyutasomething]

daddy issue? I LOVE DADDY ISSUES 🫶❤️

[winchestermysterymachine]

Sabrina carpenter portraying a submissive side isn’t setting women back 100 years. That makes it sound like submission = weakness in women and that’s not the truth.

She kills every man in her music videos. No man survives the Sabrinaverse. Pls learn media literacy. I’ve always been super bad at understanding things (like feather confused me until I rewatched it yesterday and understood the point).

Her kneeling, and she’s not even looking at the guy, she’s looking at US SHES TELLING US. Manchild is the leading single of the song, and I’m sure she’s about to pop out a snippet or secondary single.

It just makes me sick seeing everyone compare her to b0nnie blue and Sydney Sweeney. A picture vs soap vs a 1,000 v 1 ISNT THE SAME

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism x Reader: Soft Spot

G/N. Gun, Goo, Vin, Samuel. You know you're their favourite. Masterlists

"There's someone here to see you," the receptionist says with a questionable look on their face.

Oh? You weren't expecting anyone. You follow them to the lobby, all the while they're casting furtive glances in your direction.

What the hell?

They look half impressed and half terrified. Who exactly is here to see you? You round the corner and-

Ah. Ok. This makes total sense.

Gun Park comes into view and you now understand their feelings completely. Looking larger than life, quiet and menacing and confident in an eye-wateringly expensive button-up and slacks that fit perfectly to his form.

My god.

Forget fight or flight, it's usually flight or goddamn when it comes to Gun.

But why is he here?

"You've forgotten this," he says holding out a bento box wrapped in a cute cloth with small chubby cats all over.

He came all this way just to deliver this for you? You soften and smile brightly. "Thanks!"

Gun nods, eyes concealed behind his sunglasses, but his fingers grazes and lingers on yours when he hands you your lunch.

.

.

"Can I try those on?" You ask.

Goo blinks owlishly. "My glasses?" 

"Yep!"

"Nope," Goo says, popping the 'p'.

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Sure."

"Really!?"

"Nope," he repeats, smirking in your direction and you pout, bottom lip jutting out and pulling your cutest puppy dog eyes.

Ugh. 

It's just that... Goo has pretty bad eyesight. Yes he likes to wear glasses because it’s called style, but he also damn well needs them. Not that he likes to admit it, because he's sure some bastard would use that to his advantage, though he's confident that he'll be able to beat the hell out of anyone that tries but why work harder for the same result.

So no, he has never let anyone try on his glasses except-

He frowns at you. Your eyes are impossibly wide and sad.

Goddamn it, you've learned this pathetic look from him. And it's also working. Ughhhh.

"Fine!" Goo sighs and he removes his frames. 

You beam at him as he places them on your face.

.

.

"Really?" Mary snorts, arching an eyebrow when she catches the song playing on his phone.

Vin doesn't bother to remove his headphones. Turning up his music with one hand, he flips her off with the other.

She rolls her eyes and walks off, cussing him out under her breath.

That was embarrassing.

What would have been even more embarrassing is if she saw Vin's playlist. She would have no doubt been able to put two and two together, that witch.

It started as songs that he liked. Kinda. He couldn't put his finger on why he liked them, he just knew he did. It was an eclectic mix, everything from ballads through to blues to hip hop. Yet the vibes, to him, were all the same.

He listens to the playlist everyday, even as it grew and more songs were added, he came back to it regularly.

One night, lying in bed, music loud and a singer crooning into his ear as he texts you back, he finally realises the running theme.

It's cringe, and a secret he'll take to his grave-

Because he doesn't actually want to stop listening to these songs, to stop feeling this way-

It turns out-

(Damn, he hates that he's admitting this, but-)

They all remind him of you.

.

.

"Tell me," a voice drawls into your ear and you nearly jump out of your skin.

"Why am I, your boss," A pause. "Or rather, your boss's boss's boss waiting for you to finish work you should have completed 2hours ago?"

"I- I'm sorry!"

You look up at Sammy, contrite and desperate because this report is taking far too long and you've made so many mistakes that your supervisor has rejected it twice before she went home and-

"Leave it."

You blink. Once. Twice. Your eyebrows knit together. "Huh?"

"I'll assign it to-" Sammy signals in the vague direction of your said absent supervisor. 

You think about her peacefully enjoying her evening then coming in the next morning to a monstrous report that is really your responsibility, as well as all her usual work and deadlines and-

You gasp, "No! You can't! I'll finish it in the next 30 minutes, I promise!"

Samuel peers past your eyes that are growing wetter by the second and your panic stricken expression and scans the screen quickly. Your report is almost done but he's already counted 17 errors on a single page.

This must be some kind of company record.

With a sigh, he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"This can wait," he decides. It really can't though.

"What, I thought it was for your meeting?" It is.

"Don't worry about it." You should be worried about it.

"Are you sure?" No, he isn't sure.

Samuel takes one look at your eyes full of hope and decides that yes, he will have to make this work either way.

He's confident that tomorrow will go well, it has to. With or without this report. And if not, some subtle blackmail and threats will certainly help.