#wolf keum x reader

[yoonisweakforthishero]

Hey Yoon!!!!🥰

I saw the request open so if you don’t mind taking my request can you do a one for Eunjang + Union boys who has a girlfriend who is very beautiful and get hit on by boys all the time.

Thank you!!😊

𓇻 When you get hit on all the time

Feat. Gray, Ben, Gerard, Alex, Donald, Jake, Wolf x gn!reader

Warnings. suggestive for donald

A/N: Hi anon! Thank you so much for requesting! I didn't know what to write for a while but hopefully this is good :> I hope you enjoy!

Gray yeon

Ever since you started to date him, Gray has constantly talked about studies and how you should apply to the same cram school to “increase your grades.”

But his intentions involved also giving himself an excuse to spend more time with you.

You eventually gave in because well.. he does have a point… A little bit of studying could certainly help your grades.

He always seems to have extra classes which means that you usually tend to wait for him so you can walk home together.

“Hey sorry y/n did you wait for a long time..?” gray would suddenly pop up, always feeling bad to make you wait after him.

“Not at all! Let’s go already!” You grabbed him as you got up and ready to go, smiling at him reassuringly.

Gray hasn’t really told you this before but he’s glad you’re in his life. Simple moments like walking together always seem to remind him of how lucky he is to have you.

As you were walking home together, some guys started to check you out. Not an unusual thing in your life but it still is very uncomfortable every time.

One of them chased after you. “Hey sorry, I was just wondering if I could get your number? You’re really pretty,” He said, bowing down as he presented his phone.

You can tell Gray feels jealous or uncomfortable because he suddenly became stiff. Honestly, if looks could have killed, I assure you he would have been dead.

“They’re taken,” He assured the guy coldly, taking your hand immediately. “Come on y/n… Let’s go this way,” he would softly whisper to you, pulling your hand a bit.

After you have gone a bit far, you start to recognize the street you’re in. This is the way to Master Arcade.

“I must be lucky to have you since everyone else can also see your worth,” he would tell you while holding your hand closer, he smiles at you and pats your forehead.

“A game of Tekken?” he would ask you, getting some coins out. “Oh you’re so on! I have been practicing lately so I can take you out!” You point to him as your sudden competitive spirit comes out. 

He looks at you softly as you pump your fists into the air walking into the arcade.

How was he this lucky to have you love him? 

Ben park

I know Eunjang is an all boys school but for the plot we will ignore this fact :>

“Hey, you heard? Apparently there’s a hottie in class 1-7.” A group of guys commented “Yeah, I heard they look like they came from a tv drama.” They would whisper to each other. 

Curiosity will eventually kill these cats because they were on their way to see who the pretty hottie is that everyone is talking about. 

“Woah! They’re absolutely beautiful,” They chatted as they would form around your classroom door. “Dude you should totally go ask for their number. You’re one of the most popular guys,” 

“Yeah.. You know what? I will.” The group started to hype each other to go ask for your number. “Wait! But guys if the rumors are also right.. Then… they are dating Ben Park..” The last words rolled off his tongue slowly, warning the others as if trying to avoid a stirring storm.  

“Really? Well I mean… Do you see him? Cause I don’t so” He started to state it cockly. “I’m getting their number if it’s the last thing I do.” He started to comb his hair with his hand, preparing himself.

“Oh.. well it might be the last thing you do then,” a voice stated from behind. Startled by this, the group turned around to see none other than Ben Park at the entrance of your classroom with a plastic bag. 

 Trembling the group realized that maybe this could certainly be the last thing they do. Maybe they should have been careful on what they say if they don’t want it to come true.

“We.. were just about to leave,” one of the guys mentioned as they started to slowly move out of the place. 

“Unless you really want it to be the last thing you do, don’t come back to get their number. They’re already taken.” Ben looked back at them to stand his point. They didn’t even dare to look back and all Ben could hear was whispers from them. “Shit dude, I told you they were taken.”

Like a lightswitch, his sudden dark person turned into the overgrown puppy you know. “Babe! I got us some snacks and drinks!” He announced as he got into your classroom. 

“Thank you! Also you didn’t get into another fight right? I heard some noise outside the classroom again.” You asked him as he took the chair in front of your desk, your hand on his cheek checking for any wounds.

“No… But y/n. I do have a question..” Ben slowly asked as if he was entering a dangerous area. He held his head with his hands and looked at your table, refusing to look into your eyes. 

“If hypothetically.. Some guys that were actually good looking came and gave you their number.. What would you do?” His eyes finally lifted up to look into yours.

“What? Where did this come from? Ben, you know I have eyes for you only. As long as you want me to, I will always love you.” You stroke his cheek affectionately trying to melt away any worries or insecurities he might have.

“Well then that’ll be for a long long time won’t it?” He smiled softly at you and you could almost see an imaginary tail wagging perked up at your response. “Yeah it certainly will be for a long time,” you chucked at his fast mood switch. 

“Come here babe!” He called out to you as he grabbed your wrist to pull you out of your chair and into a big hug.

It stayed that way until the teacher had to literally drag him out when break was over because he refused to let go of you. 

Gerard Jin

It’s no secret that you’re beautiful and it’s less of a secret that Gerard likes to admire your beauty. 

Gerard’s gaze has been stuck to you ever since he first saw you. He always admires you like a painting in a museum.

Sometimes it isn’t noticeable that he’s admiring, because of his broccoli head no one really knew where his eyes were looking.

Other times, it’s a bit noticeable and you would make accidental eye contact. Always end up with him blushing. 

The funny thing is that now that you're dating, he still blushes after you catch him staring at you. 

Another thing is that since he also cut his hair, it's so easy to tell when he's looking at you.

"You're staring at me again.." you would call out to him. Sitting down next to him, you can see he laid down as he nuzzles his head with his arms. 

"... You're beautiful," is all he would say. If you turn to look at him, you can see him becoming nervous.

It's honestly cute how nervous and shy he still gets even after dating you for a bit now. 

"Oh.. I almost lost track of time because of you. I need to head to my part time," he started mentioning. "Well then let's go together!" You pat his head, signaling him to stand up. 

Maybe because of the slight difference in height, it always felt safe to walk around him with. No matter where you went.

Suddenly a group of guys would come up to you. "Hey, we were wondering since you're pretty if you would give any of us a shot?" One of the guys at the front asked you.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, you were unsure of what to do. "They are really pretty aren't they?" Gerard would softly laugh as he put his arm around you. 

Gerard trusts you so much that he feels like he doesn't need to reject guys for you. He knows that deep down you love only him. 

Grabbing Gerard's hand and pulling yourself closer to him, you rejected their offer. The guys looked disappointed but they didn't try to persuade you any further. A no is a no and they understand that.

The trust that this guy has in you is so strong that not once has he ever doubted you. He knows many guys are trying to date you and yet he trusts that you respect the relationship enough to never give your number. 

Every time someone flirts with you, he just holds you close. That's all he needs to know you're still there with him.

"How about I get you delicious chicken after my shift?" He would ask sweetly. "Employees discount! Plus Ttosikki Chicken is the best," He added, his mouth watering just at the thought. 

"Chicken is a great comfort food don't you think?" He would say as he stops for a moment to peck your forehead for a moment. 

Close to him, you can hear his heart beating for you only.

Alex go

Alex Go saved a whole universe in his past life. Or at least that's what he kept thinking when the most gorgeous person said they have feelings for him as well. 

I mean what other reason would there be for this literal divine figure to like him. 

Even Ben got jealous that Alex has such an amazing person. "Man, you really scored with y/n.. So lucky.. When will it be my turn," Ben would tell him the first time you guys started dating. 

Yet at least Ben respected your relationship unlike other jerks who would not only swear they could totally win your heart if they tried but also beat Alex and put him in his place.

At first he tried to ignore it but the insults were starting to get to him and eventually he got into more fights than he needed to. 

Ben was worried. More than anything, you were especially worried because you would always see the aftermath of the reckless fights he would get in.

As much as you hate it, you would always bandage his wounds as best as you could. Always begging him to please stop getting into so many unnecessary fights.

"Are we still up for pool?" You texted Alex just to make sure something didn't come up.

"Yeah of course. Can't wait to see you :)" Alex texted back as he put his phone in his pocket and hurried into the pool hall that by now he's probably a VIP customer.

You moved your way to the pool hall and as soon as you opened the door you saw Alex already waiting for you at the table the group always plays in.

“Game on y/n!” Alex greets you as he grabs your hand and leads you toward the game.

You could pick what the loser and winner gets and he wanted a kiss every time he won, really making him concentrate in the game. 

He just kisses your cheek when it’s your turn to throw you off balance and it worked the first few times. Cheating? Yeah possibly but not according to him. 

When it was his turn, the door suddenly fling open which startled the both of  you. It also caused him to completely miss the shot and the ball going the opposite direction he wanted it to.

A bit annoyed but nevertheless tried to ignore them but them on the other hand? It was clear that they were interested in you two. You specifically.  

One of the guys starts to approach your table and starts leaning against your pool table. 

“I’m making the first move when it comes to talking, so I’m expecting you to make the first move when it comes to kissing.” He says as his body suddenly leans towards you, giving you a sly smirk.

“Back off prick.” Alex pushes him back and gets in between you. He is not taking this disrespect and right in front of him as well. The nerve of this guy. 

“And who are you supposed to be? I don’t have time for idiots like you.” The guy starts laughing at him and that was the last straw Alex needed. 

A fight broke out and you tried your best to control it. Eventually Alex beat them but he wasn’t in the mood to play anymore. Besides being ashamed of how easy it ticked him off, he left without another word.

You followed him, calling out to him trying to get his attention. Eventually he stopped and you were able to reassure him.

“I’m sorry y/n..” He whispered to the point you almost didn’t hear him. “Alex.. You know I care for you a lot so I get worried when you get into fights like that. I love you a lot and don’t want to accidentally lose you or anything.. You know?” You told him gently. 

That hit a spot for Alex. He understands that feeling better than anyone else. “Yeah.. I know..”

“So promise me you won’t get into any more unnecessary fights okay? I treasure you so I don’t want you ruining that beautiful face of yours or I’ll personally throw hands!” Lifting your pinkie, he kisses you instead.

“I promise.”

Donald Na

Being in a relationship with Donald is a bit difficult at times.

That’s because he doesn’t go around saying you’re his partner or anything because he knows how easy of a target that would make you. Him being the Union leader and all of that. 

But he still gets jealous whenever someone tries to make a move on you. Which unfortunately for him are very often.

This is why he always makes sure he creates time to spend with you. Always, If he can’t go announcing you’re his partner and to leave you alone. At least he can spend more time with you in private. 

His favorite way to show everyone that you’re taken without necessarily having to announce it is to mark you. 

He loves to put them everywhere on your body, your neck, collarbone, back, chest, and even stomach. 

It shows everyone you’re his without people questioning it. 

You were on a business dinner with the union when one of the guys that you’re trying to negotiate with won’t stop flirting with you. 

You do subtle glances at Donald to see if he’s looking… Only to make eye contact with him every single time. 

You try to play off the flirtiness and try to come across as professional but this guy just wouldn’t stop. 

“I think this meeting is over. We’ll call you again next time to discuss things.” Donald called off the meeting suddenly. Most of the guys confused left. 

Along with everyone else you tried to leave, when Donald called you. “Not you y/n.. I believe we still have many things to discuss,” he would say in a way that would give you shivers down the spine. 

“Donald.. You know I wasn’t flirting,” you tell him and he nods. “Yes I know.. Come here for a second,” he says as he pats the seat next to him. 

When you got close, he brushed your hair away. You gasp at the cold sudden hands.

“Oh.. I see,” he mentioned quietly. More to himself than anything as if taking a note. 

“It seems like the marks are fading away y/n…” His fingers tracing the marks slowly. 

“Don’t you think it’s time to redo them?” He got close to you enough that you could feel his breath on your collarbone. 

“You have time for me.. Correct?” 

Jake Ji

Jake loves to spend time with you even when you’re both not doing anything particularly together but still in each other's company. 

You can tell when he gets jealous because he whines and gets all clingy.

You get flirted with a lot so it happens often. You've gotten used to it by now. 

“Y/nnnnn, you still love me right? Even if those guys would have given you their number you would still only call me right?”

Although, there was an incident way before. Which honestly halved the people who now flirt with you.

He almost beat to death some assholes who kept harassing you when you said no to them multiple times. One of them even tried to corner you so you couldn’t run away from them anymore. 

It was relieving to see your boyfriend but when you saw a face that even struck fear to you, you felt unsure on what to do or say. 

He beat them up to the point they needed to be hospitalized but if you didn’t call out to him that day maybe they would have been in a cemetery rather than a hospital.

Really it took you completely by shock because you only knew one side of Jake up til this moment, which is the aloof and outgoing guy. 

Easy to say, most if not all the guys who knew about the incident refused to flirt with you.

Yet those who didn’t, well we pray they don’t trigger something in jake to repeat the incident.

Well today you were on a small picnic with him, he was lying down reading his newest manga that he picked up. 

A guy came up to you “Hi sorry to bother but my friend over there thinks you’re cute and he’s too shy to come ask for your number.” He said as he pointed to a group of friends who were elbowing one blond guy. 

“Ah, sorry but I already have someone,” you would just reply as the guy bowed down and retreated away. 

You turn around to look at Jake, a tiny bit worried about his reaction, only to see that he’s just staring into the other guy’s soul.

“Jake…” You called out to him as you waved your hand in front of his face. “Y/n to Jake?” you call out to him softly. 

He just tilts his head to meet your eyes. “Y/n,” he called out to you in a serious voice.

“Do I not look like your boyfriend enough?” Is the very next thing that comes out of his mouth. 

“What-” Before you even got to question him, he added another question. “Should I wear a shirt that says I’m y/n’s boyfriend?” He looks a bit too happy at the idea.

“Jake no-” “Jake yes!” 

After the quick exchange he went back to reading his manga. The only difference is that now he’s laying on your legs. “You love me right?” A sudden question that Jake asked after a moment of silence.

“Jake, of course I do. You know that. I love you and no one will ever take your place. Ever.”

Days later, you realized… he wasn’t joking about the shirt. 

Wolf Keum

You have been dating Wolf for a little bit now which means he has definitely noticed the amount of people that try to gain your number are a tad higher than average. 

Honestly, he wasn’t trying to be possessive or come out as jealous all the time but the amount of people always checking you out was starting to be irritating.

One day, he noticed a guy who seemed way older than both of you was eyeing you. Something in his brain just clicked.. and he started to count.

‘1.. 2…’ and before he got to 3 the guy stopped looking. A sound of disapproval could be heard from him as you looked over wondering what was going on in his head.

From then on, he applies the 3 second rule to you as well. Now anyone that looked at either him or you for longer than 3 seconds would find themselves in Wolf's hands on an alleyway the next night. 

It was late at night and Wolf suddenly texted you. “Sleeping?” Based on past experience, this either means that he’s in front of your house or that he was thinking about you and can’t sleep. 

You look at your window to see a purple hair standing. He looked up to see your face as he waves and smiles. 

Welp, time to get your coat. Meeting him outside, you wonder what he was up to this time.

“Are you hungry?” He softly put his arm around as he looked around. “Convenience store trip?” He asked again. 

“Why not? Let’s go for it!” You told him as you leaned into his body warmth.

At the convenience store you got yourself some cookies and some snacks while Wolf didn’t get much snacks but only a drink and some cigarettes.

You sat on the table outside of the convenience store. There was a bit of wind but not enough to be too cold. In some form it was actually comforting.

Wolf smoked for a bit away from the table. He didn’t want the smoke to constantly be bothering you when you’re trying to eat. 

Yet that’s when a big tall man came up to your table and was starting to flirt with you. You were starting to look uncomfortable as the man sat down on the chair where Wolf was going to sit. 

Wolf noticed and he started to count. “1…” he got up from his crouching position “2..” he put out his cigarette and started to walk towards the table. “3…” he got in front of the guy and smiled. Well, well, well, what a good reason to pick a fight with this new prick. 

He took his glasses off and put them on the table as the guy got up from the chair. “Are you deaf? I said, what are you smiling at?” Wolf didn’t hesitate as a punch immediately landed on the guy’s face.

 Taken back a bit the guy tumbled backwards, he quickly recovered to land a hit on Wolf but it didn’t seem to affect him one bit. 

Wolf only walked closer to him as the guy suddenly got nervous at his opponent. He punched him again only to get no reaction again.. 

Wolf got close and landed punch after punch after punch. When he was no longer reactive, Wolf was a bit disappointed in how quick he gave up. 

“That’s it? Where’s the guy who tried to rob my girl? The guy who got all up in my face?” He said as he grabbed the guy by the hair, only to let him go and kick his head. 

“Wolf..?” You called out from behind. “Nothing to see here, I’m done anyways. Sorry to keep you waiting,” he mentions as he gets close to you. Noticing he has blood on his hand he tries to clean it up.

“Tell me if anyone else bothers you,” He says as he hugs you. His heart was still pumping from the adrenaline he got from the fight.

“Anyone who dares to look at you for longer than 3 seconds.. I’ll put them back in their place because they clearly forget where their level is”

[nocturnekalopsia]

When the trash puppy gets upgraded to dog husband, but only after he whines about getting caught trying to pretend he's just a little puppy guy and definitely not a grown ass man who doesn't know how or why he fell in love but he's too attached to leave now.

(AKA I had brain rot about how Wolf went from a mangy mutt to a spoiled brat who must get at least three head scritches a day or he'll riot.)

Thanks to @soberanart for bringing my silly little idea to life. Definitely go check them out!

[reanbowful]

“that’s literally me”

if you were talking about your crush and they realise it was them

(gerard, ben, alex, jake, donald, wolf)

gerard jin / jin gayool

You were at his house, playing truth or dare on his phone.

When it got your turn, the golden question popped up.

Truth: Describe your crush

You look up at Gerard with a teasing smile.

“Well. My crush is a person you know well. He’s with me almost everyday.”

Gerard grinned, pulling you onto his lap.

“Oh really?”

You nodded.

“He has the most beautiful smile. And he used to be in a band too!”

Gerard raised his eyebrows, making the both of you chuckle.

“He does sound like a pretty cool guy.“

“That’s because he is! And not just pretty cool, he’s very cool. Remember that.”

You brushed his bangs away to reveal the scar on his left eye. Tracing the red skin with the tip of your fingers.

“Don’t you think your lucky guy would be jealous if he finds out that you’re sitting on my lap right now?”

You smiled, inching your face closer to him.

“You know what, I don’t think he minds at all.”

With that, he connected his lip to yours. The both of you feeling the smile tugging on each of your lips as you embraced each other in the dim lights of his room.

ben park / park humin

Okay look. Ben is a himbo, but he’s not that stupid.

The two of you were walking down the street together playing some dumb game.

Catch the shadow basically. But if you catch the other person’s shadow, you can ask them one question. And if they cannot answer, they have to buy the two of you ice cream.

“Ha! I caught you!”

Clicking your tongue, you gave up and turned to him.

“Alright, spill it.”

“Hihi, who do you have a crush on?”

You looked at him incredulously. This grown dude was giggling and wiggling his brows like he’s some elementary school kid who heard the word underwear for the first time.

“Seriously? Fine. I’ll describe him to you. This person, goes to Eunjang. And you know him.”

“Ooh. Interesting-“

“Shh. I’m not done. So, this person. He’s.. strong. Like super strong, like you wouldn’t even believe it strong. He’s like a superhero. He has a nice smile and has a surprisingly connoisseur palate. He also has the most beautiful sun-kissed skin I have ever seen.”

Ben is now looking at you with intent, a slightly nervous gulp could be seen from where you stand.

“I like his- no I love how he’s always there for his friends. And the fact that he is liked by everyone gives me a warm feeling in my chest. He also has a child-like wonder to his eyes that I want to protect forever-”

Feeling a heavy hand drop on your shoulder, you stopped your current rambling to see a frowning Ben at your side.

“Wait- Uh not to be a narcissist, but the way you’re explaining about this guy makes it sound like you’re literally describing me?”

Oh how you wanted to punch him lovingly in the face.

“It is you.”

“IT IS?!”

alex go / go hyuntak

Alex was furious. And not to mention super confused.

He thought the two of you had something together!

Alex had overheard the girls talking at your part-time job about your supposed “crush”.

How had he not realise it sooner! Figures he was just another ‘great’ friend of yours.

“Hey, Alex!”

“Oh. it’s you.”

You had just finished your shift and headed straight to his gym with two cups of coffee in your hands.

Setting them down, you took your backpack off and tossed them over on the corner.

“I brought you some coffee.”

Your smile melts his heart a little bit. But then he remembers that you already have a pretty little “crush”. So, he just turned his head and murmured

“Why didn’t you just give it to your crush? I’m sure HE would appreciate it.”

You turned to him, baffled.

But, honestly a sulky Alex is kind of amusing to see, so a small laughter cracked out of you.

“Where did you heard that from?”

“Oh it doesn’t matter. Good for you though, I’m sure he’s such a great guy.”

You hummed to yourself.

“Yeah, he kinda is actually.”

Alex let out a choked sound when he whipped his head to face you with the most ‘I thought what we had was special’ expression, that for a second there you were genuinely worried that he was gonna start crying.

“Alex-”

“No, I mean it. I’m sure you’d pick someone worthy enough, so let’s hear it. What’s so great about this guy?”

He just can’t figure it out can he.

You sighed.

“To name a few, he’s the sweetest person I know. He has a big dream, and he’s a hardworking person. I love his eyes, his smile, and his cute little red nose.”

“Huh? What do you- OW!”

Alex’s eyes widened when you came to pinch the bridge of his nose hard.

Ah.. that’s definitely gonna be red- eh?

And only then he realised. Darting his eyes up at you as you look down onto him with a satisfied smile on your face.

“Figured it out yet?”

Face hot and burning now, remembering just how ridiculous he had acted.

jake ji / ji hakho

“Jake, come take a picture with me.”

No questions asked, Jake came and posed for the camera.

“What’s it for?”

“Uh nothing! Just wanted to get back at someone, you know.”

It was in fact, not nothing. The truth is that you have been compiling pictures of both you and Jake to keep as a substitute. It looks a lot like you guys are dating from those pics, and you like looking at them to cheer yourself up during the bad days. Not that anyone has to know.

“Ooh~ Is it a new guy? Do I know him?”

“Tsk. Mind your own business.”

“Aww come on, we’re friends aren’t we? Besides I gotta make sure he’s good for you! Call it a guy’s instinct~”

That’s not the problem dumbass! But,

You really can’t say no to him can you.

“It’s someone I like.”

“Whew! Let’s hear more about this lucky guy then!”

Gosh if only he knows. (ITS YOU MANN)

You shifted in your seat, tucking a loose strand behind your ear as you start, warily watching his every move.

“I met him 3 years ago. He never really noticed me, he was one of the cool kids. All the girls liked him so it wasn’t really a surprise that I joined in. Eventually he came up to talk to me and we became friends, and he’s such a sweetheart but he’s just so oblivious that it’s making me go crazy!”

Jake looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Your heart thumped with anticipation.

“Damn.. that must be hard. But if it’s you, I’m sure it will work out!”

You felt your heart sink as he tapped you on your shoulder, mouthing a ‘good luck’ before leaving the classroom.

It is what it is you guess.

Meanwhile in Jake’s mind:

man don’t say anything man, if it’s not actually you it’s gonna be sooo damn awkward

donald na / na baekjin

This scenario with Donald would be super straightforward.

It would be completely out of the blue as well.

He was doing some paperworks in his office when you suddenly barged in.

“Donald, I would like to inform you about my crush.”

If he likes you a lot, (which he probably does if he lets you just barge into his office unannounced) he will put down everything aside and give you all of his attention.

“Go ahead then.”

It’s honestly comical how concerned you are about such an innocuous thing.

“I don’t know when it started, but it’s been getting worse. Initially I thought that I might’ve contacted some kind of disease and went to the nearby clinic but they hadn’t found anything wrong with me. So then I went to work as usual, where I then meet you! A-and my heart did this weird jumping thing!”

“So, you’re basically saying that you have a crush.. on me?”

The way you look genuinely exasperated, running a hand through your hair had Donald trying to suppress a grin.

“I have come to that conclusion. That, yes. I’m afraid so.”

“You know you don’t have to be embarrassed about it, right? It’s completely normal to get nervous when you see an attractive man.”

“Do you find yourself attractive?”

“I mean not necessarily, but clearly you do.”

You groaned and sat yourself down on one of the armchairs Donald keep in his office, clearly in distress at this newfound feeling you just discovered.

Donald then stood up from his seat and walked over to kneel himself in front of you.

“Now let me tell you about my crush.”

wolf keum / keum seongje

It was something that Wolf overheard by accident.

He had wanted to return your calculator, walking up the second floor. Hwangmo offered to return it for him, but he wants to get some interaction with you, you know.

He couldn’t care less on what your classmates are discussing, about to enter the room when he heard some interesting statements.

“… no, but I do have it. Someone I like.”

Well well well. Looks like Wolf’s staying outside for now.

“OMG OMG WHO?”

He could hear you giggling over the series of table smacking.

“Just.. look I can’t tell you guys who it is exactly. But, I’ll tell you this. Well, um. He has a deep voice, and.. he’s younger than us. Oh and he wears glasses. There! I’ll reveal that much.”

Now would you look at that. A smirk curled on Wolf’s lips right as the words roll off of your tongue.

Oh what is he gonna do with you.

“What?? That could be anyone-”

“Noona, I came to return this.”

:)

Yes. Wolf decided that he wants you to suffer for the rest of the day.

The purple haired demon spawn could feel his soul smile when he sees the horrified looks of everyone in your class as they connected the dots together; deep voice (checked), younger (checked), glasses (checked).

“N-no way. ITS WOLF KEUM?!”

“OKAY! You know what, it’s nearly due time for P.E. Don’t forget to change guys, I’m also gonna go.”

You ever panicked so hard that your body moved on autopilot and somehow does everything perfectly? This is how you are right now.

Heart thumping fast in your chest, you made your way into the ladies changing room before a certain purple haired sadist closed the door back from behind you.

“Noona, aren’t you curious about who I like?”

This boy is gonna be the death of you for sure.

[a/n] Originally there was supposed to be Jimmy too. But I’m way too tired and can’t spend too much time on one topic so.. I’m sorry to all the Jimmy stans I failed to feed you.

[impotatoechips]

im back, its only been like a year, i wont ever get over weak heroahahha

IM idk so bored someone needa make like a long fanfic about gray and wolf being friends for me ill draw u anythin 👹👹🥄🥄

[cupiditis]

♡ ! feel you close with wolf keum

note : i'm sorry if it reads a bit awkward, it's my first time writing kissing and all that ..

" can you put these on me ? " he asked, handing you a pair of silver earrings as you sat curled up on the couch. sitting up, you pat the seat beside you, asking him to sit. you move to sit on his lap with both your legs stretched out on top of his thighs, your left arm was thrown over his shoulder and your right was against his chest.

his hands rested on your waist and you could feel the warmth through your clothes. tucking his hair behind his ear you fiddled with the earrings before slipping it into his right ear. you put his hair back into place, your fingers brushing against his ear at your action.

" .. there " you mumbled quietly at your confirmation he diligently moved his head to show you his other ear. a slight frown twitched on your lips, you couldn't reach his other ear. moving to stand with your knees on both sides of his legs you let him rest his head on the back of the couch. his hands moved with you and rested lazily on your hips. his fingers finding their way under your shirt resting against the dip in your waist.

tucking his hair behind his ear you place the earring in place before taking his cheeks in your hand and tilting his head side to side to see your work with a proud smile on your lips that he couldn't help staring at. he leaned towards you, kissing you, his lips molding with yours.

your mind only focusing on the feeling of him against you, his hands holding you against him and his the soft throb in your lips until he lets you go from the dizzying kiss to breathe. your eyes fluttered open to meet his own lidded ones. you move closer to his face, tangling your fingers in his hair and leaving pecks on the edge of his lips, his cheek and moving upto his ear. your kiss the earring before resting your head on his shoulder, a soft smile on your lips as you settled against him. when you look up at him his lips were swollen and a bright blush was settling on his cheeks and the tips of his ears the longer you admired him.

♡ . taglist : @bakerysnake . @alkyn-bs . @avid-idiot . @kiiraes . @rizzmin . @be-my-homodachi . @thesunandmoondreams

[gojocp]

Can I ask for Yan! Wolf Keum and Yan! Donald Na??

They're having a lil sister that completely opposite them (PLATONICALLY)

I can see Wolf being an overprotective brother to the point her friend/s is on thin ice with him whether they're girls or boys (boys are even worse tbh–)

And Donald being manipulative, possessive over his sister. Since they live in toxic life circle before, it's make it easier for him to convince his lil sister that world outside is just cruel and dirty. So yeah. Just him, money and math union

Thank you <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

cw: yandere!wolf and donald, reader is their younger sister, mentions of abusive household featuring: yan!wolf keum, yan!donald na

a/n: hello! tysm for the request! sorry it took so long 😭😭 school has been a pain!! anyway, here it is! hope you enjoy!

WOLF KEUM: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

honestly, wolf seems like the kinda guy to watch from afar

like i can totally see him beating up (y/n)'s classmates if they step out of line

but i feel like he would just sit far away and watch

but if someone hurts you, then may they rest in peace

cuz wolf is NOTTT playing around

like, someone shoves you in the halls?

they're meeting wolf at the back of the school and coming the next day with bandages all over them

oh? some guys in your class are making jokes at your expense?

okay, they never interact with you for the rest of the year

your friend spilled something on you by accident?

you practically have to beg wolf not to fight them

and he doesn't, since you're asking

but he'll glare daggers at them like he's trying to kill them with his eyes the rest of the time they're around you

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

DONALD NA: ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

donald seems like he wouldn't care on the outside

but on the inside, wheeww

he's planning an attack against whoever messed with you

also, connecting to my other yan!donald fic

i feel like he would go out of his way to manipulate you to stay with him

saying things like, "where will you go?" "i'm all you have (y/n), do you want to end up like dad?" "i'll keep you safe, i've been doing it since we left home"

yeah, you also don't know what happened to your dad, all you know is he was found dead in an alleyway

since you both came from the same abusive household and lost the same family members, it's easier for him to convince you. seeing as how you were already mentally messed up from the abuse you witnessed and endured

if someone tries to get back at him by hurting you, he's got union members disposing of their body

first, he goes and comforts you, taking you home, making food, and putting you to sleep

next, he's paying a personal visit to whoever hurt you

honestly, i feel like donald would be the scariest yandere, cuz he's just got and ears everywhere

[sharlulu]

𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫..?

Wolf Keum x gn reader

"Hey, are you sure we should be doing this?" you nervously ask, sitting behind Wolf on his motorbike, tightly holding onto him from behind. An unconcerned answer followed shortly: "Kinda late to turn back, don't you agree?" …That didn't calm you down the slightest.

The sky was brighter than it was supposed to be; and it frightened you. Though being with Wolf lessened your anxiety, you didn't quite feel at ease—you could see the cityscape steadily disappearing out of the corner of your eye, meaning that you two would soon reach the train depot.

Wolf parked his motorbike behind a tree that looked like it hasn't been watered for ages. "Doesn't look like a safe place to leave a bike," you pointed out, as you strolled around the tree. "Quite easily noticeable from this side." "I doubt anyone's coming here at this hour," scoffed Wolf, rolling his eyes. "Come on, hurry, let's go."

He took your hand and lead you along a narrow path to the trains. They were a bit eerie-looking and seemingly abandoned, even though you knew that some hours ago they were full with people.

Going to the train depot was Wolf's idea. "It will be fun," he said. "Anniversaries should be memorable," he justified when you expressed disapproval. Seeing the sunset among a see of wagons sounded much more interesting than at some cafe, except you oh-so doubted the "legalness" of trespassing private property. "It's me, what did you expect," retorted Wolf; after bickering for a while you gave in—and as a result here you were, going onto the tracks, heart pounding in fear of the security personnel seeing you.

As you came closer you saw the little aluminium ladders near ends of the white wagons. 'So this is how we are going to climb to the roof, huh,' you thought. The ladder was, however, not tall enough for you to clamber up to the top of the train, so you ask Wolf, who was somehow already there, for help. "Grab my hand." The answer came so pat, as if he'd expected your request.

You two sat there, gazing at the landscape—which was magnificent—in complete silence; the sun was getting low, your surroundings were flooded with a pleasant light. Feeling a bit drowsy, you lay your head on Wolf's shoulder and close your eyes.

The tranquil atmosphere didn't last long as you hear: "You there! What are you doing here? I'm calling the police!"

After that everything went like in a fever dream; you hardly remembered how you got down or what your dear partner-in-crime shouted to you—it was all a blur. You could only recall being surprised with your agility; you never knew you could run like this, jumping between the rails, flying through the bushes, disregarding the scratches left by the leaves on your skin. Nothing could stop you, not even the tall fence in front of you.

Huh? A fence?

You stopped in your tracks. Your legs freeze up, the adrenaline rush no longer helping. "Come on," urged Wolf, "just climb and then jump—I'll catch you!" And so you clambered up and jumped—Wolf caught you as promised.

"Why is there a fence here?" you ask, barely managing to catch your breath. "I don't remember seeing it earlier." "Great question!" Wolf retorted. "I think we are lost," he then added, nearly whispering. It was dark and cold; all you could think about was lying in a cozy bed covered by a warm blanket. "How do we get home," you mumbled. "Why are you asking me?? Ask google." "Right, I still have my phone."

It took you 15 minutes to get to the nearest bus stop. The usually dimly lit signs seemed so bright in the dark. Too bright even. You sit down on the bench and look up at Wolf who had a somewhat strange expression. "I forgot my bike." "What?" "My motorbike, we left it there—. I'm going back; don't wait for me." "But you can get it tomorrow and—" Wolf ran off before you could even finish you sentence. "Do you even know the way…"

You didn't even have time to contemplate whether to chase him or not, because the bus arrived seconds later. Without much thought you step on the bus, leaving Wolf to handle everything on his own (he was strong and experienced after all!)

Few minutes into the ride you switch on your phone and start typing:

╰▸ You: How are you? Home yet?

╰▸ You: Today was fun! Let's try again tomorrow? 🙃

A/n:  im finally back from the dead

[alexa-fika]

Beatings And Rides (Wolf keum x child!reader)

A/N: I really am so exited to write for other fandoms and weak hero dosen’t have the biggest array of fanfics out there so im exited to write on if.

Dividers by @/saradika

“Why the hell did you come here, reader?” Wolf asks his little sibling. The two sat on the rooftop of the school, wolf smoking as usual, glancing at his sibling who had sneaked into school with him

“I wanted to be with big brother!”

Wolf rolled his eyes in annoyance and sighs as he took another puff and blew the smoke out with force

“Well, you're with me now; what do you want?”

They shrug

“I just want to be with big brother,” they said, smiling at him, their smile melting as they glanced around; as all of Wolf’s ‘friends’ stared at the small child, causing them to hide between their brother's legs

Wolf’s face slowly turns from annoyance to surprise when he sees his sibling hiding behind him. He groans as he puts his cigarette out

“What the hell are you guys staring at? Are you looking for a beating?” he growls

His ‘friends’ glance at each other nervously before muttering quietly

“No, we just didn’t expect to see them here.”

“How’d the hell did they even get in?” one whispers at the corner of his mouth

Wolf stares at the poor soul initiating his inner countdown, grinning sadistically as he reaches three; sliding off his glasses, he hands them to his little sibling

“Wait inside.”

They look up at him confused but nod, running their way to the rooftop door and sitting on the stairs leading up to it

Wolf waits a few more minutes to make sure his sibling was safe and out of sight before turning back to the student who had made the comment

“So do you wanna keep staring or actually speak up?” he said, walking towards him with the same dangerous smile on his face

Reader kicked at their feet, ignoring the sound of fists being exchanged, groans and pleas of mercy accompanying each resounding crack as they stared at their brother's glasses, putting them on their face and scrunching their face at the blurry outcome

Wolf continued beating on the poor student for a few more minutes until they had simply dropped to the ground, having no hope of defending themselves, much less winning against Wolf from the start

He simply ignited another cigarette, walking towards the door of the rooftop, and scooping up his sibling as he descended the stairs

“We’re going home,” he mutters

Reader looked up, removing the glasses from their face and placing them back on their rightful owner as they spoke up

“But I thought Big Brother still had class?”

Wolf pauses mid-step as he glances at his sibling with a monotone expression

“I’m skipping” *He grumbles

“Wolfy is gonna get in trouble.”

Wolf just scoffs at this, looking annoyed that his young sibling worried a bit too much

“Who cares.” He shrugs

“Not like the teachers can stop me or do anything.”

“Bu-

Wolf’s eyes narrow

“Do you want me to leave you behind?”

The squeak holding tighter to him

“No!”

“Then stop bitching about it and stay quiet,”

He says, rolling his eyes as they finally leave the school and step into the streets.

“Are we going on the bike?”

“It’s a motorcycle.”

“Are we going on it?”

Wolf lets out a quiet breath of annoyance before dropping his sibling on the motorcycle, grabbing the helmet, and gingerly placing it on them

“ You remember the rules?” he said, strapping the helmet on, tightening it enough so the too-big of a helmet would stay on

They nod, the helmet bouncing around as they did

“Hold tight, mouth close.”

Wolf nods before getting on, behind them, their sibling holding on to the motorcycle tightly as the engine begins to roar awake

Soft ish Wolf? What do y’all think? Any weak hero fans up in here? Any of my one piece fans, fans of weak hero?

[satankilledmyghost]

Hi! Can I request something with wolf that has a comedic undertone? Something fluffy and light would be great!

hey Sharlulu! here's your request. it's kinda short but hopefully you enjoy!

warnings: swearing

snow day - wolf keum x reader

"Get out of bed."

"No."

"Why do you fight me every single morning?"

"Because you never learn. Now get your ass back here so I can sleep." Wolf grumbles, catching your wrist that's trying to pull the duvet off of him to yank you down back into bed.

"Wolf!" You yelped, flailing around as he brings you closer to him, hugging you to his chest and pinning you there. You gave up trying to free yourself and sighed. "I don't know how the hell you're going to pass high school. You do this every morning."

"I'll pass because the teachers know I'll beat their asses if they don't." A groan leaves your lips. "You know, you're not going to get through life by beating people up."

You felt Wolf smile into your hairline at your words, "Yeah, but the school called in a snow day today anyways so it's not like it's going to matter if we show up."

It took you three seconds to process the information before you jolted up out of Wolf's hold and reached for your pillow.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! YOU LET ME WAKE UP HOURS BEFORE I WANT TO AND GET COMPLETELY READY FOR SCHOOL, FULLY KNOWING WE DON'T HAVE IT TODAY?!"

A list of profanities filled Wolf's bedroom along with the flurry of deep thuds from your pillow making contact with Wolf's face. He was cackling, enjoying your frustration with him. When he felt like you had enough of beating him up, he took your pillow away from you and placed it out of your reach behind him.

You lunged after your pillow, mad that your weapon had been stolen mid-attack. You collided with Wolf's other arm that barricaded your launch route and he pushed you away from him. "No, you've had enough and I don't enjoy getting smacked in the face first thing in the morning." Wolf gives you a coy smile when you glare at him.

"Well if you don't want your face hit, then don't let me get ready for a school day we don't even have!" You fume, crossing your arms. "Not my fault you didn't check your phone. Deal with it." "You're a piece of work, you know that?" You snip, no real heat behind your voice.

"I do. And it didn't take you hours to get ready, it took you one hour. Now go change and come back to bed. I'm tired and I want to sleep."

"Yeah, well you better sleep with one eye open unless you wanna be in the news headlines tomorrow." You fumed, leaving the bed to go to Wolf's closet where you kept some spare clothes to change into.

"You try that and see how well that goes for you." Wolf smirks, laying on his back and grabbing the duvet and sheets that were tussled all around the bed from your pillow ambush.

You finish changing and crawl back into bed. Wolf took no time to reach out to you, pulling you close to him. You rested your head onto his chest and Wolf starting drawing circles on your back.

"You're an asshole." You murmured, closing your eyes. "Not my fault, you knew what you were getting into."

"You're still an asshole, asshole."

[valeriele3]

Weak Hero

Donald Na

Wolf Keum

Gray Yeon

Alex Go

Ben Park

Teddy Jin

Eugene Gale

Gerard Jin

Phillip Kim

Jake Ji

Jimmy Bae

Sam (Grape) Lee

<- Go back?

[imvriix]

Hiii!!! May I request a wolf keum (weak hero) with a reader who is like Mikey (Tokyo revengers)? Maybe how they met and how more :> (both are delinquents so yk)

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𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔲𝔩𝔰𝔢 .

summary ;; — you were childish, yet scarily strong, but he finds that you may not be that bad to be around.

featuring ;; — wolf keum x gn! mikey! reader

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                 ⋆*･ﾟ:     :✧*⋆   ･ﾟ

you and wolf met because of his three second rule.

you were minding your own business when you noticed a few desserts on display in a sweet shop. you stare past the people in front of it, analysing each sweet as you salivate. your sweet tooth was massive, iyou adored any type of cuisine, especially the decorated desserts you were staring at blankly.

you failed to notice the few people noticing you staring at their direction, most ignoring your gaze, except one purple headed bastard.

he had a three second timer going down in his head, not noticing how your attention was elsewhere.

you turn away from the direction of the display, lightly pouting as you realise you didnt bring any cash on you as it was just meant to be a quick walk. you make up your mind to treat yourself the next time you go out, taking a few steps forward before feeling someones fist coming towards you.

" holy fuck, the hell is this about? " you mutter, confused, as you quickly dodge. there were barely any people around, the few people that were there left quickly.

your left with no response, relying on pure instinct to dodge his punches due to being attacked so suddenly, you had to take a few seconds to gather your thoughts. you frown, " i was only trying to go home. " you think to yourself, now growing tired of dodging and wondering what you even did wrong.

you decide to get it over with, fed up with the day already. first, you cant buy yourself a well deserved sweet, then some weirdo comes and tries to beat you out of nowhere.

you get out of his punching range as you swiftly lift up your leg, hitting him on the neck before quickly regaining balance, you considered punching him as well for good measure but went against it.

until he got up and tried to go at you again.

you were both pissed and amused, most people would be out cold by now, but you really just wanted to go home. you got some punches and more kicks in and got him to his knees, not even mad, just upset because you were being held up from having a nap.

he's pretty much glaring at you now, which you have no clue why. " why the hell are you mad at me? aren't you the weirdo who attacked me out of nowhere? " you whine. he continues glaring as you stare at him, yet you notice how he seems mouth the numbers from 1 to 3 before trying to land more hits.

purple hair, glasses, three second rule..

" ah! your wolf keum ! " you announce as if he didnt know that already, proud of your discovery. " i dont know what gave you the confidence to think you could take me on, but ill let this go, kay? since i dont think i was even looking at you in the first place.. talk about a misunderstanding. " you grin.

" and who the fuck are you? " he asks, not so politely as he straightens himself up. " im y/n l/n. "

his blood runs cold.

hes overheard that name during assemblies, mostly from donald or kingsley. it was just his luck to run into you. but what the fuck was he meant to make of this anyway? who, that has so much superiority in the world of delinquents, would just befriend the guy that fights them out of nowhere?

you laugh, " what you did wasn't very nice. " you shake your head. " i dont want to create more problems for donald, poor guy has a shitload to deal with as it is. so, how about this! ill forgive you if you do one thing for me. "

he just stares at you, unsure of how to react. he couldnt just beat you, he tried and saw how that ended. but then again, anything would be better than donald na finding out about how he tried to take on y/n l/n of all people, and then get his ass pretty much beat.

" go on. "

" buy me that. " you say, pointing at the sweet in the window.

and so, he does. he's a bit confused but kind of thankful that it wasn't something impossible. you now leave the store with a white plastic bag in your hand, a packaged and fancy box with the said dessert in it. you look behind you and at him, " thanks. consider yourself forgiven, see you. " you grin as you quickly turn the corner and head out of sight.

seconds later, you reappear in front of him, bending your upper body towards him as you smile, " we're friends now. " you state before leaving without giving him a chance to reply.

he doesnt know what to do besides sigh.

" what a creep. "

you met again because of the union, specifically because of donald na himself. you weren't exactly apart of the organisation, but you were allies with it and helped out here and there. mostly just because you were friends with donald, as strange as it may sound.

you'd have attended ganghak after being asked to help keep ganghak in check, meaning you'd have to talk to and be with wolf a lot.

he found you a nuisance, yet he wouldn't voice it due to it being donalds orders, and maybe also because you were pretty strong and he doesn't want to risk it, but he'd never admit that either.

because of you considering the two of you friends, you seemed pretty happy with talking to him and lingering around him. he couldn't exactly go against this either.

yet, he learns to get used to you quickly as your strange friendship seemed to become apart of a routine.

you ate lunch on the rooftop while he smoked, the food making you tired as you had your daily nap. he'd considered leaving you there before reluctantly shaking you awake, to which you whined and said you were hungry.

" stop falling asleep everywhere before i lock you up here for good. "

" eating makes me sleepy. " you grumble, " .. im hungry. "

" you just ate, dumbass. "

" sleeping makes me hungry. "

your little bickers seem to go on for forever, sometimes it feels like hes parenting you due to you being an airhead at times. he has more than once had to give you a piggy back ride to your place after you refused to wake up.

would also get you desserts.

but the change from having everyone intimidated to someone being comfortable around him was nice.

he'd never admit it though.

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[writergod0]

Killer Standards | ONE SHOT

AO3

Part of the series: a devilishly handsome man (and very bad decisions)

Category: M/F

Pairing: Wolf Keum/ Reader; Jake Ji/ Reader (Implied)

Tags: #Serial Killer AU; #Bad Decisions; #Takes Place Before Canon

Words: 5,309 (edited December 30th 2022)

Current TW: Dark Themes

Summary:

You made the decision knowing it’s a bad one. “You know you’re playing a dangerous game,” The stranger says, the statement underlined with faint amusement and mockery. His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes and he wears novelty around him as easily as breathing. Novelty, you think, in the fact that he’s one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen before. “Don’t you?” You shrug— it’s way past your curfew— and smile. or you make a bad decision

You made the decision knowing it’s a bad one.

“You know you’re playing a dangerous game,” The stranger says, the statement underlined with faint amusement and mockery. His smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes and he wears novelty around him as easily as breathing. Novelty, you think, as in the fact that he’s one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen before. “Don’t you?”

You shrug— it’s way past your curfew — and smile.

But it’s a lonely night, and the only company you could find in these empty streets is the stranger in front of you. It’s a bad decision, really, but you're high on your self-imposed stupor. The man in front of you is dangerous, surely, it’s not hard to miss when his question is blunt and entirely honest.

Of course the stranger is dangerous, he can’t be anything else when your instincts scream for you to run.

But, it doesn’t do anything to hinder you.

So, you smile wide and teasing, all the while wondering if it’s a good enough facade to hide the fact that you’ve been wandering for a while; that you’ve been crying before you stumbled upon the handsome stranger; that you’re so tired that if you stopped anytime soon, you’ll be sleeping for a long, long time.

You take a moment to process, before proceeding to continue one of the worst decisions in your life with a bad joke.

“I have killer standards, and this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me so—”

The sudden laugh stops you.

“Ha!” Something dances behind his gaze and you’re unable to place where the amusement comes from. “Killer standards?”

Yeah. He seems nice enough.

Totally.

If it were a usual night, you never would have done something so immensely stupid, no matter how cute or handsome the stranger was presented. For you, the appropriate time to ever hit on someone would usually be at school, during the day, and definitely not in a creepily isolated street alley.

It’s not a usual night.

Of course it’s not, not when you’re dressed in your favorite strapless dress that reaches just above your knees. Of course it’s not, when you’re walking through the streets in the dead of the night all alone after… after what?

Words couldn’t even begin to describe what had transpired before, the one that led you to ignore all the warnings you were taught about stranger danger.

Smile, you think as the stranger raises his brow, smile.

“Yup.” Your confidence is truly astounding, that it sounds like you might run at any given moment. You feel like you should run. “Absolutely killer standards. Never quite met anyone like you. Have you ever thought about becoming a model?”

He snorts, and you silently grimace at the shit flirting. You’ve done that line before, to someone else.

Again, your thoughts move to the bright orange hair and the soft, warm brown eyes. How he was yours and then not—

“You shouldn’t hit on someone and then be distracted when they return the gesture.” The stranger’s voice cuts through your thoughts. A smile now downturned, a clear cut picture of displeased disappointment. Slowly, deliberately, he runs his hand through his purple hair with a sigh.

Oh.

Oh.

“Sorry,” you begin your lie off with what you think is a flirty smile, “But your face is really distracting.”

He hums noncommittally, his face impassive as looked down the streets, and for what you can only assume is to check if they’re truly alone. Then slowly, the smile is back, and if you didn’t know any better, you would say it almost looked lazier.

More relaxed.

Why?

“Okay,” The words roll off his tongue easily and it’s somehow clear he knows you lied, “I believe you, but it's best not to get too distracted. I’m a bit impatient, you see—“

If his smile sharpens, then you don’t see it.

“—And it’ll be a shame if you missed anything.”

Everything logical screams for you to run away, maybe not flirt with strangers who might be some creep. Any other night you probably would have, you probably would have nervously laughed and tried to talk your way out of the shitty mess you made, as you quietly sent a text to one of your friends to get you.

It’s a smart decision, the greatest decision one could make in this situation. But—

You made the decision knowing it’s a bad one.

Where being potentially stabbed and murdered seems like the better option, the better choice, than the… It doesn’t matter. None of it matters when you can’t sink any lower than you already are.

So you take a step forward, against whatever instinctive reaction you might still have, with a smile that almost seems desperate. Desperate, because some tiny part of you needs to turn back and demand answers from the one who led you here; to this bad decision.

But if you do that, a quiet voice hisses in your mind; scared and lonely and not thinking right; you’ll see that you can sink so much lower than you are now.

The desperation is there because you’re running, and you need something, anything, to ground you from destroying yourself even more because of that person—

Foolishly, you wrap your arms around the stranger’s neck. A grounding, an action that sticks your feet to the floor, a move that damns you to another hell of your own choosing.

Possible hell, maybe not, likely is.

You run a hand through his hair before pulling him down, nose brushing against his. The shock in the other is evident in the tenseness in his muscles, like he’s physically restraining himself from pulling away. His eyes are blown wide and face frozen still trying to come up with an expression; you think he might be smiling.

The cold night fogging his glasses, blurring the gray of his eyes staring down at you.

You move to whisper in his ear, and for a moment, no words come out no matter how much you try. So, you take a deep breath, steady yourself and whisper a single word you could muster. And it sounds like permission given for something you’ll never be able to truly grasp.

“Okay.”

It’s damnation.

“Whatever you say, my very handsome sir.” You look at him playfully, and everything feels wrong as you plaster what you hope could be a charming smile. “I’m all yours if you’d let me.”

Possibly, maybe not, likely is.

You feel his shoulders shake before you hear the laugh, it steals your breath away at how loud and so fucking amused it is, practically jovial. His arms wrap you in a tight hold before you could process what’s happening, the stranger buries his face in the crook of your neck and his breath hot. The shaking won’t stop, and his hold just becomes tighter and tighter.

Like he finally knows what the fuck to do with the idiotic girl who approached him in the dead of night.

Slowly, somehow, somewhere along the end of the sudden laughter fit, you learn how to breathe again. Though the accomplishment is easily forgotten as silence reigns.

There’s only several things that hold no care for the silence. The loud beatings of your heart, the steady rhythm of your breathing, and the stranger in front of you.

He leans back, and this time you remember to keep breathing as he looks down at your person. There’s something absolutely gleeful behind his eyes, his smile so wide and so drunk— There’s a word that could describe it, something important but you can’t seem to remember.

A moment passes.

It feels like an eternity.

You were supposed to follow up with some crap pick-up line after agreeing to stop getting distracted by the past.

Agreeing, you use the word loosely, as if you had a choice not to. Supposedly, you were to be the one to lead the conversation, but you’re unable to come up with words in the face of the stranger in front of you.

The edges of his smile curls up more, it’s unnatural, something that shouldn’t be possible but it is. The next move of his is deliberate, and from what you know during the short time since meeting him, it always is.

The handsome stranger pets your head, one arm still holding you tight, even when he leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on your forehead. It sends a jolt through your body, but the flinch doesn’t deter him from wrapping his fingers playfully around your hair.

He looks at you and— Oh. You remember the word you forgot, the one that could perfectly describe his smile, the look he’s giving you, and it doesn’t make sense. But it’s the only thing that does, because you recognize it.

Drunkenly, gleefully, dreamingly— Of course you would recognize that look, how could you not? And your life is changed.

Altered.

Never will it be the same, and you don’t know how to react to that.

“My name…”

He starts off, voice low, soft and it’s nearly comforting, but still, it’s overwhelming. He watches you like a hawk, memorizing your reaction and even the smallest details through his glasses; one of his fingers trailing forcefully against your lips; you think he may just devour you.

“Is Wolf Keum.”

No words come out, again, speechless. Paralyzed in the unrealism of it all, and it feels wrong to put a name on the presence holding you.

Wolf hums, burying himself into your neck, “... and the name of the girl that declared quite vocally that I had met their killer standards?”

There it is again, the inside joke you don’t quite get, and the not so subtle jab at your sudden quietness.

Where you had stumbled upon Wolf in the dead and night and approached him with loud, nonsensical, and stupid pickup lines to distract yourself, you’re now a stark contrast of before, like a bunny who finally realized that she hopped into the beast’s mouth.

You made the decision knowing it’s a bad one.

Reciprocating the hug that’s almost suffocating, your name easily leaves you along with a bunch of mundane facts about yourself. The flirty tone you used before is gone, too tired to try it and what’s left is just low and faint whispering into the others ears.

Seemingly mundane facts about your life are still so, so dangerous.

Even then, you still talk, casually mentioning the fact that you’re up to go to the convenience store, because you’ve been eating out since your parents left town for a business trip that will last another two months.

It’s downright suicidal.

Wolf listens, resting his head on your shoulder and it’s warm.

Pausing only a few moments when playing with your hair whenever you mention something vital.

Vital in the way that it’s dangerous to tell someone you just met.

Vital as in your address, or the fact that your house only has one camera in the front of the house, whereas the rest of the cameras are down, because during the summer it had broken during a storm and no one wants to fix it anymore. Vital, as in the fact that you’re on summer break and there’s absolutely nobody home who would ever wonder if you went missing.

Because your parents are gone, not coming home till summer is over and there lies the fact that they barely stay. Other than that, there’s no one left.

Not after tonight.

And the fact of the matter is simple.

When you decided to approach the stranger in the dead of the night, you did so for the distraction.

Because the thing that haunts you into walking aimlessly, haunts you.

It’s a suffocating feeling, one you knew would never go away, how it would stay the moment you decided to go home and weep. All you could do would be to run, distract yourself from your reality and act as if you could still breathe easily. But you couldn’t do that forever, it’ll come creeping back just like all those times you read in tragedies.

Then came a solution, you just need something bigger. A better distraction. In the way that everything from before seems small in comparison.

Something bigger than your everything.

It’s its own self-serving masochism.

Your rambling is cut off with a hand pressed against your mouth. Wolf stares at you with the same look as before, he probably finished thinking of what he’ll do to something like you, and you can’t understand why it looks like he hit the jackpot.

It only serving to send a chill goes down your spine, but at the same time, something in you softens. Not because you suddenly care about Wolf Keum, but because you’re too tired to guard yourself. Too tired to care.

With two people in each other’s company for different reasons, and sinister or not, it’ll be your savior. Behind the hand, you smile, kissing his palm as you raise your brow to question.

The actions both surprises him and delights him, as he places another kiss on your forehead, “Let’s get something to eat.” He hums, considering, before saying your name out loud and then frowning. “... Ugh. It’s pretty, but not enough. Not yet at least.”

You move his hand, and you really can’t find yourself to be offended, never did you find yourself overly attached to your name. Lazily, you place a kiss on his cheek, daring in the way that you shouldn’t be.

“How bout a nickname?”

Wolf then returns back to his cheery mood, eyes lighting up and still never straying from you. If anything, he looks proud, as he slowly and almost reluctantly untangles himself from you. Completely out of his grasp, you have the feeling that it wasn’t really the case, that he could snatch you up any moment he wanted.

“A nickname, huh?”

There’s no turning back, and then the realization hits that there was no turning back the instant you stumbled upon him.

“Little rabbit?”

Oh.

It feels as if the sun had died and no one knows it yet, just you. And you walk on eggshells, waiting as each shell breaks but not a thing happens. The nickname is demeaning, almost and maybe even teasing, but likely in the truth the name holds.

Wolf Keum is unperturbed by the nickname he made as you are, rather seeming quite proud of himself. Now a heavy arm wraps around your shoulders, the night is cold, and there’s something unspoken in the air.

There’s nowhere to run, says the arm holding you close. You lean in, taking in the warmth that covers your bare shoulders while knowing that you’ll probably won’t be able to stay awake for much longer; eyelids feeling heavy as you use Wolf Keum as a guide.

It speaks volumes.

The oddities of the night pile up, one after the other, and there always seem something a little bit too off. Everything has been off ever since your world flipped upside down. Now you’re walking with someone you just met in some shady alley to go get something to eat.

Wolf pauses, letting out a small chuckle, before the walk continues.

“You’re not vegetarian,” His tone is casual, with a tiny lilt in his voice, “Are you?”

“No.”

He snickers, then the world is quiet, and it’s terrifying.

It’s only by coincidence, surely, that the paths you take only allow noise from the one guiding you. Surely, the world doesn’t bend for Wolf Keum, for anyone, but you imagine a smug and satisfied smile, and it’s dangerous.

“No, of course not.” He scoffs, amused, might even be charmed.

The walk is steadied and slowed, the position uncomfortable with your vision obscured with how Wolf tucks you into his hoodie. Led blindly, and the uncertainty compels time to go slower. To the other, it’ll certainly be regarded as leisurely.

You want to speak, words scratch and claw at your throat till it aches. Underneath your dress, you’re ridden with goosebumps, waiting while he’s dancing, dancing with glee and leading you in a song only he knows. Nonetheless, you sway along with a song that might as well be your last.

“So, what do you want to eat?” You could feel the small rumble from his throat, how the world snaps back into focus, the striking fact that he speaks like a thunder shot, like a force of nature that can’t be ignored, but the words don’t match, not at all. “Expensive is fine too, but not many places are open at this time—“

You feel him roll his head in your direction, surveilling your reaction.

“—or we could go to a bar.”

You snort.

There isn’t a single smart reason behind it, the fact remains that Wolf had mentioned a bar and your first thought had been that it would be crude for a supposed first date, and it had made you snort.

You could already imagine the curl of a smirk, how Wolf is already raising his brow in a silent question to the joke he’s not in on, and already see the gears turning behind his head trying to understand.

It’s pleasing, even if for a moment, that you could cause a small type of confusion to the man.

A misstep in their little dance.

“A bar?” You make your voice sound incredulous, popping your head up out of his hold to look at him. A fake gasp, “For our first date?”

Wolf makes no movement to change the position of his arm around your shoulder, expression exactly like you imagined, still holding you close to him as your eyes adjust to the bright lights you're suddenly exposed to.

This is good, you think, having been able to know what kind of expression he would make.

But then you see the tiniest flicker of cold calculation, maybe expectancy, in his facade, and you think maybe not. Maybe you're still dancing to his tune, still following his lead obediently.

The smile stays.

He looks at you, thinking, and you’re mesmerized. Wolf tilts his head, and he’s playing the puzzled, clueless man, acting with one brow raised in contemplation, but it’s teasing.

“I'm pretty sure that this is going to be more than just a simple first date.” He says, smile stretching, words drawled. “You approached me first. While it’s the dead of the night, and when it’s so fucking clear that there’s not a single person around to give a shit if I were to break you.”

The terrifying thing about this lies in the fact that his tone doesn’t change at all from his playful teasing.

The arm around you tightens, pulling you closer to whisper. Where his breath is hot on your ear, and tone switching to being sadistically bubbly that it could cut, and you stand there willingly without protest.

“And I still could, you know? Break you, and no one would come running to your rescue. Because I’m not a good man, but a fucking bastard, and I’m sure you knew that.”

Then the arm around you is suddenly gone.

Again, you’re free from his hold, and he’s waiting and waiting and waiting to see what you would do.

Expecting something from you, making bets in his head and watching. He moves back, face impassive, and away from you, and there’s an alley leading to the more populated areas of the streets.

A chance.

An escape.

If you’re quick, you could run to the crowd walking by in a few short seconds.

“I’m Wolf Keum.”

You don’t run.

Instead you take a few steps forward, hand reaching out and a determined look in your eyes. Holding a hand up for the bastard that just claimed he could break you without remorse, to the one who proclaimed that he isn’t a good man.

And, in truth, he can’t be a good man, because no good man would ever play cat and mouse for amusement like he does now.

It’s suicide.

You repeat your name, followed by your home address, number, and names of your parents. Like a damn preschooler reciting lines that mommy and daddy taught them to remember.

“To be honest, meeting you tonight is making me feel like a million bucks.” Your hand is still in the air, empty, “And I really don’t want to lose the opportunity I have tonight.”

When Wolf makes no move other than to watch.

Beckoning for you to take action yourself, to damn yourself and choose him who proclaimed he could break you.

You willingly go to him and take his hand into your own, and you nudge his side with your arm, brow raised and grin wide. “Killer standards, remember?”

Wolf quirks his brow, a grin of his own to match yours. Almost.

“I remember,” and his arm is back, resting comfortably around your shoulders. No longer suffocating in the way that it traps you, but relaxed in a manner that would be intimate, “Quite hard to forget the line that captured my attention.”

And this is it, and it will never be recorded in history, but it’s your fall from grace.

Fall from normalcy and the safety that comes with. It’s the disruption, the first domino falling, and all of it will be from your choice.

“Hey, how about we get some McDonald’s or something?”

Light gleams off his glasses, and you both walk farther and farther, distances away from the crowd on the other street.

The question, it amuses, many things always seem to amuse him further than you thought possible. Then he’s back to before, with that dreamy look that doesn’t make sense.

“How’d someone like you end up with me?”

—you’re crying, sobbing out words and begging—

A pause, then you speak in a toneless and somber manner.

“It’s salvation.”

It stings, claws and squeezes till there’s nothing left. It wrings it out, the leftovers of your personality, whatever was left since the drowning. Truth never cared for feelings even if it killed. How unfair it was, to be at the mercy you can’t control.

So, you turn to elsewhere, away from it and to anything else but that.

—bright orange hair and soft, warm brown eyes. How he was yours and then not—

“For me, at least, you’re everything I need right now.”

Because, you can’t go home, not after that.

It would mean heading to bed with the knowledge that tomorrow would be different, that tomorrow will be a day shaped by loss, and the days after that will be the same. It’s like you’re not real anymore, you don’t exist, and it’s hard to breathe when you feel like you don’t have lungs.

Then you stumbled upon a handsome stranger in the night, shit pick-up lines already falling from your lips, and spent every moment wishing that the stranger’s hair was colored a familiar orange instead of purple, and thought:

‘I guess it wasn’t possible.’

But then the stranger began to talk, and by god everything in you screamed to run as Wolf Keum presented himself.

Abruptly, you’re pulled away, away from your misery and the longing of what’s not there, and thrown into something freezing, something burning, because Wolf Keum is not a man that could be used as an afterthought of another, not one to be overshadowed.

It’s confusing, the emotions you feel inside that rages, conflicting against each other.

The things you’ve been taught, the things you’ve learned, and things that you want.

Wolf Keum makes you want to run. He makes you want to stay.

In simpler words, he’s perfect.

Wolf clicks his tongue, and this time he is truly baffled with former humor bleeding into skepticism, “Salvation?”

The laughter bubbles, begins small before growing, and it’s expected when the laughter becomes unruly and wild. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and he doesn’t stop until he lets his embrace go and he’s wheezing on the ground.

“Salvation?”

He says the word again, as if he misheard, and your name falls from his lips repeatedly in a fashion that’s almost frantic to confirm your words.

When you make no move to correct him, no move to lie and say that he’s wrong, it dawns on him that you meant every word you said. It’s deranged, his smile twists, and you can’t back away.

“For real?”

But he doesn’t give you time to answer, your words dying when he sets himself upon you, hands grasping your arms and shaking you.

In an attempt to shake some common sense in you, maybe, you don’t know, but Wolf continues. He sounds furious, he sounds pleased, and he sounds as if he just heard a bad joke but still laughs.

The wide array of emotions coming from him is disorienting.

“Wow,” He’s sarcastic, disbelieving. But then he pauses, thinking, mulling over your words and what it means for him.

It’s enough time for you to move, to act. And a part of you is offended, in some way, it’s insulting for your words to be doubted when you’re giving him everything to take.

“I’m not lying,” You do the unthinkable, because you need him to believe you and to know, and with your voice soft and genuine, everything that shouldn’t be around this man, you hug him and lean in to whisper.

“You are everything I need.”

It’s either this or home, where everything will drag you under.

The silence will suffocate, the ghost of what’s no longer there will devour, and it’ll be so lonely.

You don’t want to be alone.

Where you’ll be staring at shadows and hoping it’ll become someone else, denying and bargaining the reality that’s there. Hours wondering where it all went wrong, recounting the past and the wanting will turn into days, and then into months, and the possibility of it becoming your eternity is there.

It’s easily pictured, imagined, and it’s worse than hell.

The monotony that will destroy you slowly.

(You think you might be crying.)

It’s either this, the unpredictability and uncertainty that comes with Wolf Keum, the danger that could literally kill you. It could pull you apart, you could suffer consequences from the worst of humanity, and you would break.

Easily, perhaps, maybe not so willingly as you are now.

It’s either this, your bad decision, and only this.

Because you can’t, won’t, go home. Not after that, it’s not a choice that you could take, and it leaves only this.

The wrongness, the unknown, and everything that goes against the safety you’ve established in your life.

Wolf Keum.

Maybe he doesn’t believe you, and maybe he’ll leave because of it. Then you’ll be alone, left to rot, and you can’t.

Not that, never that, you can’t go home as you are now.

“Understand?”

And you are so, so tired. The acknowledgment of your reality stings. Your words are softly murmured, and you’re falling.

What did you do today that led to this, but run?

You’ve been running all night, till your breath gave out and you began to walk. Away from everything just because it felt that you can’t do anything but run. You’ve gone insane, trying to heal a fresh wound by drinking from a poisoned chalice.

Merely hoping that it would work just enough to be mistaken as morphine.

So this is the result of your intentional bad decision, falling in the arms of Wolf Keum, the self-proclaimed bastard.

You’re unfeeling as sleep begins to grasp you, eyes heavy, and body becoming weightless. Desperation claws for you to stay awake, but you can’t stay up; not to convince, to confirm, yet the occurrences of the night weigh heavy, it all builds up and your body can’t keep hold out any longer.

If Wolf speaks, you wouldn’t know, his hold is unmoving when you begin to go slack, warmth enveloping as your head begins to rest against his shoulder. Numbly, you whisper the last words you could muster, vulnerable—

Huh.

In his arms is a fragile little thing, and Wolf muses to himself as he watches your steady breathing. Your words replaying in his head again and again, almost like a broken record.

Almost like a promise.

It’s a wonder how you never noticed the stench hidden underneath his clothes, with him tucking you deep under his arm, he had hoped to watch your reaction when you had realized. But you never realized, a real fucking shame, but he can’t find it in himself to be disappointed.

Especially when you breathe so steadily in his arms, a cute little thing, falling asleep from what he could tell was some type of emotional exhaustion, maybe a little bit of something else.

What was it that pushed you to him?

Salvation, you called it, and he brushes your hair away from your face. A tiny bit annoyed that it wiped away the few remaining tears on your face. It’s new, thrilling; it’s all those things and so much more, that someone would offer themselves up to him for slaughter.

(Metaphorically, of course, you can’t just die right after meeting him. It’d be a fucking waste.)

“Rabbit.”

The nickname doesn’t really fit, but it’ll do well for now, and he finds himself giddy at the fact you’re the one who suggested nicknames in the first place. He buries himself in the crook of you neck, letting out a soft sight as he takes you in.

Wolf hums, pulls away while tracing a finger down your neck and to your pulse, before wrapping a hand around your throat. Noting down the difference in size, how small you were compared to him, and he could squeeze and you would stop breathing.

“Stupid bitch.”

It was an accurate description, and it’s one of the first things he thought when you approached him, a stranger in the middle of nowhere.

He had left to take a breather, and was met with shitty pickup lines in the darkest alleyway in the street. Irritation was his first reaction, that he was being hit on by some naive drunk ass bitch, but then he noticed how completely sober you were.

There’s also the fact that one would have to look closely to be able to see him in the dark of the night.

Plus the joke, the absolutely killer joke, and so what if you didn’t actually know what he knew?

It sent his spirits on a high, spiked his curiosity, the irony of it and how literal it could be. His mood only got better and better the more you talked, the more you stayed when he gave you so many opportunities to save yourself.

It’s solely on you that has the misfortune of causing his good mood.

Wolf chuckles at the memory, as he picked you up gently into his arms, careful not to wake you, and visibly croons, “Idiotic fucker, you really have no idea what you got yourself into, do you? Can’t say I didn’t warn you though, and I gave you so many chances to run away— Hell, I would be considered a fucking saint just because of that.”

Then he’s thinking about how you looked at him as if he was a goddamn angel sent from above, as if he saved you from a freezing blizzard. How much that gaze of yours needed him.

He pauses in his steps, holding onto you, unwavering as he thought aloud to himself. Repeating your name to feel how it feels on his tongue. A pretty name, his to take when he deems it necessary to do so.

And there were those words you said, those fucking words and everything that hid underneath it.

It was a promise, really.

An allowance.

“Oh, you clueless motherfucker, I think I might be falling in love.”

Author's notes:

I will be continuing this one day. Just not now. Also, I highly recommend you to go and read the ao3 version because it's much more nicer than the tumblr version. I worked hard on that work skin, I swear; also I am much more comfortable there about sharing about myself. Also, special shout out to my tumblr friends who kept my passion for Weak Hero alive! This story is only possible because of them.

(P.S. I will NOT have a tag list as of right now. A tag list may be opened one day in the future, but you would have to go check my pinned message if it happens.)

[nocturnekalopsia]

Hockey Player!Wolf

This is the face of an enforcer, I will not be accepting any other answers.

The concept of Wolf playing hockey will not leave my god damn mind. He would love throwing down his gloves, so I put my Midwestern blood to good use and wrote about it. Hockey terminology translation will be provided.

Read Everlong here.

Also, I'm just sad my team isn't doing so hot this year, and this is a way to cope by thinking about Wolf as a goon.

[reanbowful]

this is a nsfw request-

a very sensitive and loud reader in bed 😔?

AHAHHAA THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!! 😈😈 (also, sorry in advance if it’s shorter from my other prompts)

“quiet down will you?”

if you’re loud in bed

*this is very nsfw

(gray, ben, alex, jake, donald, wolf)

gray yeon / yeon sieun

Sex with Gray is.. interesting.

He won’t make too much noise, maybe a few suppressed moans slipping out.

He’s like around 5 inches(?) (which is not bad that’s still an okay size to work with)

He’ll last like 1 round probably (sorry guys).

He enjoys foreplay more than the actual sex. Mainly because he can concentrate more on your pleasure than his. Also, he doesn’t last very long. So, you two will have more fun in building it up than going straight in.

If you’re very vocal, I feel like he would try to shut you up by kissing you or hush you down.

Especially if you’re a total mess after cumming 3x on his finger, begging him to enter you already.

He’ll kiss you and stroke your hair.

“Shh.. one more. You can do one more, right?”

No Gray, they in fact, cannot.

But I have to say, Gray is really good at making the most out of his knowledge. He knows where to touch, where to press, when to slow down, when to speed up.

Overall, you’ll have a good experience with him.

ben park / park humin

I don’t know if Ben likes it if you’re loud, but it would make him feel happy that he’s making you feel good.

So let’s start with this, sex with Ben is very fun. He’s very giggly, so you don’t have to worry about things being too awkward and serious.

He focuses on making you feel comfortable enough to know that you can show him everything.

So if you are vocal, he would probably be happy. But if you get too loud, he will try to make you lower your voice to not disturb the neighbours.

He will most likely laugh in between trying to shush you.

“Shh babe..! Shh.. pfft!”

Will end with him just kissing you while he’s STILL thrusting inside.

As for his size..

Let’s be generous, he would be around like 7 inches. (okay maybe 6.5 is more realistic but I’m biased and whatever. I’ll leave it up to your imagination)

He cums a little fast, but makes up for it with his stamina. He could last as many rounds as you want ngl. Man is blessed with the stamina of a god.

alex go / go hyuntak

Alex. Oh. Alex would probably not like it if you’re way too loud.

He would panic a little if he notice you being a lot more vocal than usual. But unlike others, he would not kiss you.

This man, will put his hand over your mouth.

Oh he would not stop either once he’s already in there.

“Ha.. I’m so sorry, babe. But you’re being a bit too loud right now.”

Alex is.. okay at sex.

It’s not like he has a really great technique nor can he last too many rounds. Pretty average size too maybe around 5-5.5 inches. And he lasts like around 2-3 rounds.

But he does make sure that you cum every single time. No, in fact, he won’t sleep until you’re satisfied.

He will use any means whatsoever. Be it his tongue or his fingers.

His pride would probably prevent him from cumming before you. So rest assured. If you sleep with him. He will make sure you get what you went in for.

jake ji / ji hakho

Jake would love it if you’re loud for him.

He needs to make sure if he’s making you feel good, so he appreciates it if you’re vocal about it.

“Does it feel that good?”

If you’re sensitive that’s even better. Since this guy has no fucking idea what he’s doing.

If he manage to make you cum, he would be so proud of himself.

If he manage to make you cum twice, he’ll probably start thinking he’s some kind of sex god or something.

It’s a bit of a shame cuz he’s kinda, ok he’s around 6.5 inches. If you think that’s small, something is very wrong with you. (🤨)

But anyways, he’s quite big..? So, since he doesn’t know how to utilise his assets. It’s a bit of a shame.

The good thing is that since you’re sensitive and he’s- well he has his size. You can both cum fairly easily without much fancy techniques needed.

Jake could last like about 2 rounds, 3 if he pushes it maximum. So, I hope you can be satisfied by then?

Aftercare is Jake’s specialty I feel like, so during that time, you can tell Jake what you like or don’t like. The next time you guys have sex again, he will take notes of those stuff so sex with him will only get better and better.

(^ from a commenter thank you ehe)

donald na / na baekjin

Donald LOVES it. He absolutely love it if you’re loud and sensitive.

In fact, he would even urge you to be louder.

He’s very cocky. And that personality goes in when he’s having sex also.

This makes him soo fucking dangerous. Because not only does he have the knowledge to know where your weak spots are, he will make you beg for him to let you release.

The asshole would literally stop moving if he notice that you’re close. And he knows you’re sensitive so he will pull out to make sure you don’t cum until he gets what he wants.

“Do you want to cum? Show me how much you want it.”

A solid 7. You can’t tell me otherwise. This man is no joke.

I can’t tell you how many rounds he last because he could take a long time to cum.

Honestly if you are his partner, my condolences for you. Because he can literally go 1 hour without pulling out. Despite him already cumming twice inside. (with a condom of course, safety is number 1)

wolf keum / keum seongje

Ok here’s the thing. Wolf tends to be quite rough in bed.

So it doesn’t matter what kind of shit you do, the neighbours are not gonna be sleeping through it.

Wolf has a high stamina so he can go multiple rounds. Maybe 5-6 max tho.

He would probably make you cum a couple times before he would enter you to raise your sensitivity.

He loves seeing you cry from his dick. (I’m sorry it just seems like so😬)

While he likes it when you show him that you’re enjoying it, if you get too loud, Wolf will stop moving entirely and threaten to pull out unless you lower it down.

“Noona, I know you’re feeling good. But if you don’t lower it down, someone’s really gonna knock on our door soon.”

If he’s feeling sadistic, he will make you cover your own mouth. And if you make a sound, he will slow down. Only to speed up once you calmed down.

If you still make too much sound or stop covering your mouth, Wolf will take it to himself and shove his fingers into your mouth. (courtesy of a commenter)

Imo he’s a solid 6. Not too big, but he knows how to use it well. (🤭)

[impotatoechips]

I died😱ImPotatoeChips

[cupiditis]

♡ ! forgive with wolf keum

note : he twirls your hair around his finger

you walked into the empty park with wolfs warm hand in yours as you tugged him along. you walk with purpose towards a bench where you sit him down, you stand between his legs as you push his hair away from his face to see the injuries he got from the fight he just had while you were both on your way to a date you had spent days planning in advance.

he held onto your waist as you tilted his face from side to side making mental notes as to what you would need to help him. " can you move your shirt please ? " you asked, voice soft with disappointment at your date being ruined and anxiousness at your boyfriend being injured.

he wordlessly moved the collar of his shirt to the side and off his shoulder as much as he could. your face twisted seeing the nasty bruise already showing there. you dig around your bag and pull out the first aid kit you carried around just for him.

you worked on his face first, his glasses pushed up and holding back his hair, when you finished you cupped his cheek, and he leaned into the warmth of you as your eyes wandered his face looking for any spots you had missed. satisfied when you saw none you moved onto his shoulder.

you sat on the bench on your knees, lifting yourself on them to treat the greenish bruise on him. with a sigh you rested back on your calves before staring at his face. he was looking at you with a blank face and lidded eyes. you pursed your lips and moved to sit facing the other way on the bench.

you were tired, mind buzzing from the events prior and the need to sleep. as if he noticed wolf tugged your head down onto his lap. your arms curled around his waist as you stuffed your face into his stomach. the slight smell of blood and cigarettes lingered in his shirt yet you didn't move your face away.

wolf had found his way into your hair, twirling bits around his finger and smoothing away the pieces in your face. you felt yourself slowly falling in and out of sleep but before you could completely do so, wolf lifted your head by slotting his hand against your cheek.

your eyes remained closed but you balanced yourself using his knee, you hummed as he kissed you, a sweet kiss that was unlike the ones he usually gave you. your eyes opened slightly and your lips turned up in a smile once he moved away. " what was that for ? " your voice was low, almost a whisper when you asked.

he didn't respond but the way he looked away made you guess it was his way of apologizing to you. you layed back down as you were before, mumbling " i forgive you " into the shirt he wore. a short thanks broke the silence right as you drifted off with your arms still curled around his waist and his fingers in your hair.

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