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minkkumaz · 11 months

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WHAT'S THE ANSWER FOR ME + YOU?

although woonhak was deemed the golden boy of your school, he lacked in academics. when he goes to the pretty girl (whom also has a tad bit of a crush on him) in the library for math help, how'd he know you'd be this cute?

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 1.1k TAGS adults dni. so much fluff it hurts. mutual pining. OMI NOTE my sweet boy omg i love writing for him. tbh i wrote this as a distraction for the other woonhak fic i started oops. not proofread sorry for mistakes hehe

november was cloudy, as if the sun was too shy to peek over the soft blankets that covered the sky. despite the dreariness, his spirit was always there. kim woonhak was the golden boy of your academy. the school’s star athlete, good at winning over hearts and games.

though he had far from perfect grades, he was good at getting away with an f every now and then. however this wasn’t the most ideal.

sometimes you sat inside of the library, taking in the smell of new books. you had no practical reason to be there, but the quiet environment was good enough for you. you weren’t used to the popularity scene like he was. and though everything in your heart was telling you to talk to him, you just couldn’t.

that specific day, you settled on the floor with your back against the hard books. notebooks, pencils, and a laptop was sprawled out everywhere, but not so much that people couldn’t walk past you. you had an immense headache from cramming in an assignment last minute. because of this, you hardly noticed the body that was towering over you, until he spoke.

“hey! your name is y/n, right?” his voice was alluring like honey dripping down your throat, and a striped cardigan draped over his messily buttoned shirt and slightly loose tie.

but in that moment you froze. admiring him for so long wasn’t considered as practice for actually talking to him.

“hi, yes! um, am i in your way?” you hurry to scoot away but he hesitantly places a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“no not at all!” he tells you anxiously. in his mind he was thinking you were much prettier in person.

“then what’s up?” you felt small in comparison to his large figure.

“the counselor sent me over to you actually! she said i’d find you here.” he explained, “i need someone to tutor me.”

“you need a tutor?” you questioned with a confused expression on your face.

“yeah.. they’re going to pull me out of basketball if i don’t get my math grade up. and a little birdie told me you were one of the best.” he grinned at you happily and held his hand out for you to get up.

“oh! well i think i have some time right now. i just finished my assignment so you’re in luck.” you quickly grab your things and shove them into your bag before taking his hand.

the touch of his hand on yours made the both of you blush, swiftly pulling away after you were on your feet. you followed behind him to one of the nearest tables, setting your things down beside you before taking a seat.

“so ahm, what specifically were you needing help with?” you ask, pulling out your math notebook and flipping through the chapters.

“literally everything! like how do you even add exponents with different bases?” he whined next to you, letting his head fall onto the desk.

“no i totally get how that can be tricky!” you laugh, “here i’ll write down an example.”

conversation throughout the rest of the study session flowed smoothly. despite it being your first proper interaction, he knew how to make you smile.

a stupid joke here and then, sometimes a wink, or his hand grazing slightly against yours. what were you even saying?

meeting up became more frequent between the two of you. it came to the point where you met every tuesday and thursday for the remainder of the month. he wasn’t difficult to teach, but there were time’s he’d zone out in the middle of your mini lesson.

you wondered what went on in his mind, but every part of you wanted to hope you were the one he thought about.

“woon! are you even listening to me?” you frown, snapping your fingers infront of the boy.

“yes yes, i’m sorry i’m just a little sidetracked today.” he sighs, scribbling nothings onto his paper.

“we have our math exam next week and you’ve been doing so much better than when we met for the first time. you can’t be lacking on me now!” you pout at him. it was maybe your eighth time studying in the library together.

“you’re just so pretty, it’s distracting.” he says quietly, not exactly loud enough for you to hear.

“what?” you tilt your head a little.

“nothing! it’s nothing i promise.” he leans his head back, groaning, “there’s just this problem i’m really having trouble figuring out.” “what kind of problem, i’m sure we can find a solution to it.” your interest was piqued. why would he get so worked up over a math problem?

“i don’t think i’m ready to ask you yet, i want to try to figure it out on my own first.” he sighs into his hands, barely getting a glimpse of you through the cracks of his fingers.

“you want to figure it out on your own? when’d you get so independent without me?” you fake a sad expression.

“okay okay, i’ll write it down for you then. but close your eyes!” he gives in, ripping off a sticky note from the pad you took out earlier.

covering your eyes, your other senses seem to heighten. you can hear the rough writing of his pencil against the note he stole from your pile of supplies. he hesitates in between what you can only assume are numbers, before you feel him press the paper against your forehead.

“open your eyes now.”

your vision is covered slightly from the note, so you can hardly see him fidgeting with his hands. when you peel it off to read, you’re met with a very mysterious question.

‘what’s the answer for me + you?’

“huh? what does this mean woonhak..?” you squint, re - reading the same words over and over again.

“um..” he laughs nervously, “i just don’t want us to be just friends yknow? i really really like you.”

“woon i–”

“i don’t know i just think i’d be a little heartbroken if i had to see you smile so prettily everyday and not be able to call you my.. girlfriend.” he rambled, “but you don’t have to say anything yet! don’t even worry or anything i know this is kinda sudden and we’ve only been hanging out for so long but–”

you interrupt him with a gentle kiss against his lips. he smiles against yours, placing his hands perfectly against your flush cheeks to pull you closer.

“i really like you too, woonhak.” you let your head fall heavy into his hands after finally pulling away, staring at him blissfully.

“i guess i have my answer then, right?”

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curi0us-gh0st · 8 months

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Momi as His Girlfriend (feat. Kim Chunae)

warnings: a little angst, friends to lovers, hint of death in sfw :'), mention of fingering (masturbation??), cunnilingus, bdsm, strap, aftercare, fetish. (I think only?)

wc: 989.

➤ “SFW” ! ㌐ ☽︎

★ where you met in high school, she being the most introverted girl and you looked like a golden retriever next to her.

★ where you always praised her for her talent and the beauty that only you could see — she didn't like it, but she enjoyed listening to you talk as she traced your fingers across her face.

★ where you always told her that you would open a place for her to sing every night like a real idol and everyone would have to give her a standing ovation.

★ where you made a point of showing her love for her, even if she didn't know if it was romantically or just as friends.

★ where you took the first step, and you kissed her at the end of your third year of high school graduation, and after she "ran away" in a panic, you didn't see her again.

★ where you ran after her to reverse the situation until you heard that she left for the capital, Seoul.

★ where after a few years, you met again when you went out with some friends from work and saw her, and the first thing you did was hug her.

★ when she tried to apologize and you just cut her off, saying that everything was fine and she didn't have to worry since then you started keeping in touch.

★ where she arranged a one-on-one meeting to apologize and it was the first time SHE kissed you, and you just melted in her arms.

★ since then, you started to show that there were feelings beyond friendship and you were afraid to show what you felt, even though you were trembling, you asked for a chance while extending a box of chocolates and a flower, and she accepted it immediately, even getting scared like how quickly she responded.

★ where since the request, she didn't fail to send you a message and always said how important you were to her.

★ where you sent her huge texts when she felt insecure, how beautiful you were and didn't deserve someone like you, just saying you were hers and that's what mattered, besides not wanting anyone else but her.

★ where even if she is 170 cm, she will be the smallest thigh just to feel her arms caress every bit of her.

★ where you helped her when the guy tried on her, in addition to taking care of her after her surgery and her crisis.

★ where you the moment you arrived at her apartment and saw it all bloodied, helped with everything from cleaning to running away without questioning what had happened.

★ where you helped get a job and a house in the other city, to plan what you would do.

➤ NSFW ! ㌐ ☽︎

★ where one day after work, she arrives unannounced at your apartment and finds you with your fingers deep while moaning softly leaning over your computer desk and a past broadcast of Mask Girl.

★ where when she taps you on the shoulder, startling you, she takes off her headphones and says, "so shameless… kidding herself for anyone on the internet" and you try to pull yourself together: "Momi, that's not it-"

★ soon being interrupted when she starts taking off her overcoat, unbuttoning a few buttons on her dress shirt and telling her to touch her breasts.

★ "come on, don't be ashamed now." "do you recognize them from somewhere?"

★ only then do you realize that she was the Mask Girl and you are speechless.

★ "Are you the…?" "yeah, is that bad? or do you want to feed your filthy desires?"

★ then, where you kiss her passionately and they start to undress, in a messy kiss and soon they're moaning with each other's teasing.

★ where Momi likes to use her fingers to play with her pussy, even though she's inexperienced, she does it as she would with herself, drawing moans and sighs from you until she finds her g-spot.

★ Momi who likes to get on top of you as they rub their soggy cunts against each other until you squirt on her.

★ Momi who likes it when you moan her name in her ear while she digs her fingers into you and you cling to her back.

★ Momi who has a fetish of fucking you like Mask Girl and pretending to be her lover, even though you know that after you get laid, you'll always say you love her being her girlfriend, Kim Momi.

★ Momi who gets rough during sex, but never intending to hurt you, always asking permission and asking if she wants to try new things involving bdsm.

★ Momi who fucked you in your own dressing room while having her hand over your mouth to keep from moaning, but the next day, Chunae said she heard them and only promised not to say if she could flirt with you too.

★ Momi who got jealous when Chunae touched her body to provoke reactions from you, knowing that you're sensitive with a mere touch and leaving the hot one barely able to tell the two apart.

★ Momi who had to shut her mouth with her hand again while Chunae twisted her nipples into her flat.

★ Momi who one day just had to watch you and Chunae rubbing each other while muttering that you were excited too.

★ Momi who bought two handles for her and Chunae to fuck her mouth and cunt at the same time, there can be double penetration during sex.

★ Chunae who had fun just licking you after having sex and saying affectionate things while Momi prepared a tub of warm water.

★ bathtub where the three of you snuggled up to each other after wild, long-lasting sex, while caressing each other until you fell asleep and they had to get ready to go to bed together.

A/N: I was kind of lost, this is my first headcanon so give it lots of love! maybe I'll bring more lol

(sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language)

#smut #kdrama fic #kdrama smut #mask girl #mask girl fic #mask girl smut #mask girl x reader #lee han byul x reader #im jinah x reader #han jaeyi x reader #lee han byul #im jinah #han jae yi #kim momi x reader #kim chunae x reader #wlw #👻 gh0st headcanons !

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domaslut · 2 years

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just another ordinary day in the slytherin common room.

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lucilleguinevere · 2 years

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Sweet Mess

⌗ Some thinks he’s stupid, some think he’s smart. Some thinks he’s docile, and some think he’s an animal. But everyone can agree on one thing, he’s a beautiful man. Inside, and out.

𓆩⊹ Lookism x Male Reader fanfiction ⊹𓆪

Chapter 2

.the present.

Previous Chapter: Chapter One

Trigger Warning: Child abuse, cursing, mocking, fights, violence, spoiled brat stuff.

Word Count: 4,851 Words.

Note: Edited and proofread by yours truly! It was already done and I simply edited some stuff so reader would be more.. interesting to say the least. At first he was supposed to be this quiet, cold-blooded, evil mastermind. But I thought, why not add something sweet to the cake? So now he smiles more, editing his character in this chapter has proven to be a challenge, so the next chapter would most definitely be making his sweetness more apparent. He came from a pretty rough and tumble environment so making him all bright and cheerful would be odd- unless he has another personality. I’ll consider that actually-- Anyway, enjoy this long ass chapter! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Lookism and its characters, along with the art used. Banner edit, the reader backstory and character are mine.

All Italic: “Flashback.”

Italic: Chat.

“Bold with quotes: Chinese.”

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—M/n, a positive and kind, quiet and flexible, renowned ‘Dancing King’ and famous hunk of the Vocal & Dance Department. Friends with Vin Jin and Mary Kim— and surprisingly Duke Pyeon, the underdog of the department. Along with Zack Lee and Mira Kim from the Fashion Department. Bullied and enslaved by Vin, M/n had approached him first in compensation for all the misdeeds Vin had done to him, and they became friends from then on. Vin couldn't bully Duke whenever M/n was around because M/n was pretty close to him, he would listen to his songs and even suggest a few random words as Duke's lyrics. Duke still couldn't believe he's friends with M/n, and would think he's dreaming, but seeing M/n in his house right in front of him with an expectant gaze, had led him to believe he was never dreaming. "So how's your song? Any progress? Need help? Did you try auditioning for another company? Found any other companies??" M/n bombarded him with questions, just like how a friend would. Duke smiled at his behavior, "The song's almost finished, just editing and improving some stuff, and no, I didn't audition for any companies, it's not the time." M/n nodded in understanding as he sunk deeper into his chair. He was currently sitting on a chair, the back of the chair against his chest as he leaned his chin on his arms, which was perched in the back of the chair. "It's a pity they don't realize your talent. Don't let it get you down Duke, I'm sure you'll get to the top one day." M/n encouraged him with a small smile, making Duke nod as his motivation was slightly boosted. He'll show those agents how they were wrong!

M/n fished out his phone from his pocket and scrolled on whatever app he opened, and as he did what he was doing, Duke was reminded of a question that's been lingering in his mind. "Oh, M/n?" He earned a hum from the male, who glanced at him. "Have you.. considered joining an entertainment company?" Duke asked curiously. With his looks and his skills in dancing, although Duke didn't know about his vocal skills, he could at least be a professional dancer for idols. But so far, he's never seen M/n skip school, maybe a few times, but he'd always be back for the second period. "I'm waiting till you get into a company, I don't want you to get discouraged, so we'll do it together. Besides, it's boring. I'd rather have a friend to accompany me when I work." M/n answered, making Duke's eyes widen. He was waiting for him? They were friends for only a week now, so he didn't really believe it. "Well, that and I'm busy with my part-time jobs. I need to focus on studying as well anyway, being an idol can wait." M/n added, making Duke nod. Being an idol without being properly educated would only embarrass oneself. As Duke and M/n hanged out, a notification from his chat caught his eye.

Vinnie: Hey m/n wanna hangout? I'm with mary rn

Vinnie: She's boring 😒

Mary Poppins: Excuse me!? We just got here!

Vinnie: Yeah well I'm already bored

Vinnie: M/n come and hangout with usssss

M/n: Lol

Mary Poppins: Srsly? "Lol"?

Vinnie: U finna come or what?

M/n: Later

M/n: Gonna*

Vinnie: Yeah yeah

Mary Poppins: Specify "later"

Mary Poppins: Teh last time u said that, u came after we waited two hours for u

Mary Poppins: TOW WHOPPING HOURS

M/n: Well now u know what later means

M/n: The*

M/n: Two*

Mary Poppins: I'm ginna kill u once I see u m/n

M/n: Really?

M/n: Gonna*

Mary Poppins: That's it, we're hanging out wuthiyt u

Mary Poppins: Have dun being aline, asshole

M/n: Without*

M/n: Fun*

M/n: Alone*

M/n: And yeah, have fun

Vinnie: Lol u messed up real bad m/n

Vinnie: Mary's funing rn

Vinnie: Funing*

Vinnie: Fuminf*

Vinnie: Duming*

Vinnie: Fuming*

Vinnie: Istg

M/n: Lol

M/n: Have fun u 2

M/n: If ur willing to wait for 2 hours I'll catch up

Mary Poppins: Ur not invited to our hangouts anymore m/n 😒

M/n: Oh, ok :(

Vinnie: Ur jk right mary? Right??

Vinnie: Don't just leave me hanging here bruh

Vinnie: Istg Mary >Read by M/n, Mary

•Vinnie last seen today at 16.46 PM

•Mary last seen today at 16.45 PM

M/n formed a small smile as Duke called him. "Hey M/n? The noodles are ready." He said, notifying M/n. He'd pick noodles over his friends anytime. "Aye, aye, captain!." M/n replied as he closed his phone, shoving it in his pocket before standing up and walking over to Duke's kitchen with a bright smile, the smell of instant noodles filling the air, making M/n's stomach grumble in hunger. He set himself down and took the chopsticks, breaking it for him and Duke, leaving the other pair for Duke to use as Duke handed him a glass of water before sitting down. "Thanks for the food!" M/n said before digging in, making Duke smile as the kitchen was filled with the sound of slurping. It was quiet as none of them tried to start a conversation, not that they wanted to anyway. M/n preferred to focus on his food and only on his food, especially when he loves said food.

Soon enough, M/n felt his pocket buzz, making him scowl in annoyance. He was sure he turned the vibration off. He took his phone out and put it on the edge of the table, far from his reach as he focused back on eating. There, his friends, Vin and Mary were chatting, and sending a picture of M/n's rental house with a message saying 'here to beat yo ass mf'. Fortunately for him, he wasn't home. Unfortunately for them, he wasn't home and he wasn't reading their texts. As a result, they ended up wandering around somewhere else as they waited for M/n to answer the door or read their texts, not knowing M/n was currently at Duke's house. After they finished eating, M/n excused himself and left, finally opening his phone before his eyes slightly widened. Over ninety texts and even missed calls, from the one and only infuriated Mary and Vin. He just knew that once he got home, he's fucked.

And he was right, he rushed to his home to see an infuriated Mary and an annoyed Vin who was smoking. Mary greeted him with a devilish grin, a vein popping on her temple as she glared daggers at M/n. "The one and only finally showed up! Now.." She launched herself at M/n who immediately dodged, but seeing as how Mary needed to channel her anger, or else she might get extremely upset, M/n let Mary grab his arm and sweep him off his feet, making him fall on his back and onto the cold floor, her feet making a loud stomp beside M/n's head as if to intimidate him. "Where the fuck were you?" Mary asked with a demonic voice, M/n could feel the scorching heat of her anger as he sweat dropped. He's in deep trouble.

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Telling he went to Duke's would be a huge mistake. "So you're saying you were out wandering around in the park and went to the CV to buy some instant noodles and ate dinner at the very same place?" Mary raised an eyebrow as she crossed her legs and her arms, M/n stood in front of her like a child who did something wrong, but didn't know what he did wrong. Vin simply snacked on M/n's potato chips as he watched Mary glare at M/n. It's quite the opposite from when they're at school. While Vin would assert his dominance over his lackeys and Duke, Mary would just sit and watch. And as usual, M/n would be away, wandering around the school corridors aimlessly. But when it comes to M/n, the two of them can’t help but act differently with him. He’s special to them, and that’s why Vin is pretty chill when it comes to M/n while Mary goes ‘I’ll kick your ass and beat you up to a crumpled heap of crap’.

Vin made loud crunching noises as he watched the two communicate. “And you didn’t open your phone? Even once?!” Mary hissed in fury, her anger meter going off again. “I didn’t say that..” M/n gave a pout, looking like a kicked puppy. It struck Vin’s heart as he looked at Mary. “Hey.. let’s just—” “Shut up, Vin! Then, what the hell were you doing?!” M/n looked at his foot, guilt evident in his eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t have put his phone on mute.. “Eating..” Mary couldn’t accept it. “Are noodles more important than your friends?!!” Yes is what he’d say but that’d fuel Mary’s anger even more. “No..” M/n looked into Mary’s eyes, “I’m sorry. I put my phone on mute..”

“Who in the world does that?!!!”

“Hey, tone it down, Mary. It’s late at night and M/n’s neighbors might come pounding at his doors for being loud.” Vin reasoned, sliding the potato chips to offer Mary some, but instead she snatched the whole thing, before scowling at M/n while she ate the chips, the sound of crunches filled the air. “Oi.. Those are mine!!” Vin snapped, going over to retrieve his snack as Mary moved further away. “These were yours! Now they’re mine!!” Mary replied, consuming more chips as she ran away from Vin who started to chase after her. ‘They were mine..’ M/n thought as he sweat dropped, watching them chase after each other as the crumbs of the chips dirtied the floor of his rental house. M/n could only watch as he sighed, wishing he had his phone to cope with the cruel reality.

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The night ended with a movie, Vin and Mary ended up having a sleepover at his place, Mary ended up taking his bed, not sharing any space for Vin or M/n. M/n offered Vin his couch, but uncharacteristically, Vin opted to take the floor instead, saying M/n should take the couch. M/n didn’t say anything and only fluffed up his pillow before he grabbed a blanket, setting them on the couch. Vin was about to settle on the floor when M/n suddenly grabbed his wrist, and with a sudden burst of strength, pulled Vin down the couch with him. Vin blushed furiously, “What are you–?!” Before he could finish his outburst, M/n shushed him, his pointer finger on Vin’s lips, making his heart skip a beat as he is on top of M/n, his eyes sleepy and half-lidded, but his lips formed into a sweet smile. “Shhh, Mary’s sleeping.” Vin gulped heavily as he felt M/n’s legs around his legs, pulling Vin down to his body. Vin could hear the soft thumps of M/n’s heart, “What the hell..” Vin muttered under his breath, hearing his heartbeat thump loudly in his ears as he could feel M/n’s warm breath on his neck, sending shivers down his spine. “Sleep. G’night Vin, sweet dreams.” M/n whispered, closing his eyes. Vin stayed in his position, frozen in place before he spotted a small space beside M/n, slowly and quietly getting off of M/n, he turned around, his back facing M/n.

Vin did not know how, but he did get a good night's sleep. At first, his eyes were wide open, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not close his eyes and sleep. But then, M/n snaked his arms around his torso, making Vin’s breath hitch as he wishes to dig a hole and hide underneath it. But soon after the embarrassing contact happened, Vin started to doze off into wonderland. And now, here he is, on the floor beside Mary who cuddled with M/n beside him. How did they get on the floor? No idea. But Vin had a feeling that mischievous Mary Kim had her hands on that. All he could do was sigh and hide his ferocity, after all, M/n never liked his dirty side. He tried ignoring Duke, but with M/n hanging out with him, a talented rapper who Vin did not want to admit, is a diamond in the rough. It made him anxious, nervous, what if M/n abandons him for Duke? What if M/n finally gets tired of him? What if he changes and he starts to think badly of Vin? Constant thoughts and questions bothered him, it even gave him a headache as he constantly frowned. Damned M/n, always making him worry for nothing. Because no matter what, after many fights or bullies, M/n didn’t avoid him but confronted him. It started with a scolding, but ended with a hug and a fun hangout.

“Oi, Vin! You coming or what?” Mary asked, M/n standing beside him with his usual disinterested face. Vin huffed, “Coming, coming..!” Currently, they are heading towards the cafeteria, who knows, maybe they’ll get to see the rumored new transfer student who beat Zack Lee with one punch and one punch only. On the way there, as Mary strikes up a conversation with M/n, mostly Mary talking with M/n humming and nodding, not forgetting to actually reply to Mary’s chatter. When they finally arrived at the cafeteria, they saw the transfer student, Daniel Park, inviting Jiho Park to his table to eat with him and Zoe Park— “Hey.. they all have the same surname..” M/n muttered loud enough for others to hear, sweat dropping as he glanced at the table where all three mentioned students were at. Mary raised an eyebrow, copying Vin who looked to where M/n was looking. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw M/n looking at Daniel, Zoe and Jiho. In a fit of slight envy, his mood souring as he almost pouted.

Zack turned around upon hearing M/n’s voice, his eyebrows raised as he searched for M/n’s figure, easily spotting him at the cafeteria’s entrance. He waved towards M/n with a warm smile, happy to see him. M/n, spotting him with his three lackeys, returned his wave with his own smile, lazily waving his hand in the air. Vin, watching the interaction, grew annoyed at the two as a vein burst on his temple. Mira, who was nearby, also waved her hand in the air, which made M/n wave towards the two much longer. The male couldn’t help but think, ‘I must look like a joke right now..’ As he sweatdrop.

The whispers of Daniel taking care of Zack’s goons and himself had popped an idea in Vin’s mind. His ego grew as he smirked. “Ohhhh~! So he’s the one who beat Zack with one punch?” Cutting off their interaction short, M/n mentally sighed, ‘Here we go again..’ Zack, who heard Vin’s not so inconspicuous words, turned around with an annoyed expression. “He’s not bad.” He comments, shoving his hands in his pockets. “He’s handsome, but I’m more handsome.” Making the lackeys and Mary behind him sweat drop while it was M/n’s turn to raise an eyebrow in confusion. His smirk grew into a shit-eating grin. “You lost to that pretty boy, Zack?” Vin snickered as his lackeys followed, a smug grin on his face. “I bet it’s because you hangout too much with those ugly ass kids.” Vin added, making M/n deadpan. Zack stood up from his seat as he furrowed his brows slightly. “I don’t know.. I might lose to a pretty boy, but I won’t lose against you.” Zack shoved his hands into his pockets. “You hangout with weird ass kids as well.” He added, making Vin’s lackeys furrow their brows in annoyance. Vin, who accepted his reply as the sign of war, raised a cocky eyebrow. "Oi. You wanna die?" He asked menacingly. And at that moment, M/n swore he could see Jojo's menacing SFX and ゴ's surrounding Vin. Anime has gotten into his head and it refuses to exit.

Suddenly, Zack swung his punch Vin's way, halting just when it was inches from landing on his face. But just as Zack is on guard, Vin has his hand over Zack's chest, ready to strike him down if his punch did land on his face. Vin admitted Zack's speed, and a trickle of sweat dropped down their faces. M/n simply watched their interaction with a disinterested face, slurping on his soda he got from a girl who passed by, giving him a soda for naught with a flustered face. M/n would say he's thankful for getting the soda, but he wouldn't feel as honored as the girl did, and she was the one who gave M/n the soda. M/n simply went to his personal wonderland as the two froze midair as if someone hit the pause button before resuming, as another wave of chatter and whispers reached their ears.

It was the transfer student and Vasco, the head of the architecture department. The two turned their attention to Vasco and Daniel, who were standing face-to-face. "You've never been taken down, huh? Pretty boy. Just because you're handsome doesn't mean you can order everyone around." Vasco said, his eyebrows furrowed and his voice laced with malice, his brown eyes glinted with slight fury. His hand landed on Daniel's shoulder and he tightened his grip, making Daniel flinch as Vasco used his infamous killer move, the death grip. Probably not the actual name of his move but nobody really cares. With surprising ease, Daniel removed Vasco's grip from his shoulder before forming a smile, misunderstood by most people, as a smug and mocking smirk, as if to say 'You're so weak, I can defeat you easily'. M/n simply watched with ease as his eyes trailed over to the snacks displayed on the small rack. The snack was abundant, but there was one snack that had run out of supplies.

The supreme snack.

M/n then went on his own to buy the snack, ultimately gaining a certain boy’s attention. What M/n would call the ultimate mushroom hair boy approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, gaining M/n’s attention. M/n turned around to see who it was, expecting Mary or Vin, but who he saw left him surprised. Not the crazy weird hairstyle, but because of the very person who uses that kind of hairstyle. The man seemed as stunned as he is, and after a while, one of them spoke out. “Eli?” That, ultimately, earned M/n a melancholic smile. “M/n..” The first thing that both Eli and M/n would do right then was hug each other, maybe sob a little and all and then start the storytelling. But they were in public, and all M/n did was reach for Eli’s hand, which is still placed on his shoulder and offer him the very same smile. Suddenly the crowd burst out in amazement and turned around, all their attention was on the new transfer student, who seemed to be handling Vasco with fair ease with an innocent smile that seemed smug and teasing. M/n thought nothing of it, and simply thought he looked rather handsome, and it seemed Eli has the same thought as he does. “Hmm, I wonder if he’s willing to be my model..”

M/n sweatdropped and kept his mouth shut to prevent himself from spouting any unnecessary comment. And upon realizing Vin and Zack had stopped their childish bicker, decided to grab his snack and take the exit. “Let’s talk some time soon.” M/n said as he gave Eli a piece of paper, and on it was his number. He then grabbed his snack while Eli read his number. M/n couldn’t resist giving Eli a hug, so he pulled Eli with one of his arms and had a short lived hug before taking his exit, going towards Vin and dragging him out of the cafeteria. “O-Oi–!!” M/n ignored Vin’s complaint and surprised yelp, “Where’d Mary go?” M/n instead asked, to which Vin scowled like a child and frowned. “How am I supposed to know? I’m not her babysitter..” M/n sighed and released his hold on Vin and looked him in the eye. “You may not be her babysitter, but you’re her friend.” With that, M/n left Vin to his lackeys and decided to take it upon himself to find Mary— and if he can’t, he’ll just get a beverage.

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His mother was the only one who would brush his hair and make sure it stays silky and smooth. He had missed the feeling of a hand combing through his hair, so relaxing. That is, until they decide to comb your hair for real. M/n couldn’t hold the small yelp escaping his mouth as Vivi, his new charge, combed his hair roughly. “Geez, you didn’t let out a sound when you killed those thugs and you let out a yelp because I combed your hair too hard?” Vivi asked with an unimpressed expression on her face. M/n frowned and averted her eyes, “Everyone has a weakness.” Vivi rolled her eyes as she continued to comb her hair. “Yes, yes. Whatever you say, smarty-pants.” Another yelp escaped, and this time Vivi giggled at M/n as if it was a funny, comedic show. M/n couldn’t help but wonder whether she’s an actual sadist or not.

“Don’t blame me, your hair is so messy and dirty, the servants said it was such a hassle to clean your hair up.” Vivi said as she started to braid his hair. M/n felt another pair of eyes on him, more specifically, from the bodyguard that was supposed to body guard Vivi, and M/n couldn’t help but sweatdrop. “Do you.. Do this to everyone?” Vivi huffed, “Of course not! That’s why you should be grateful that a busy little miss like me decided to comb and braid your hair!” Vivi smugly said, expecting a ‘thank you’ or anything, from the mysterious little boy. “If you were busy, you didn’t need— Ow!!” M/n jolted from the sudden force and rubbed his head to soothe the pain. He turned around to see a fuming Vivi, who seemed to be on the verge of tears. His frown disappeared when he saw she was on the verge of crying, but before he could ask, Vivi had stormed away. “Come on, Xiao Long. He doesn’t need our help.” She said as she rushed out of the room, and Xiao Long could only follow her, leaving behind a confused boy. Did he do something wrong?

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The next day, Vivi wanted to see whether M/n was around, or at the very least, miss her. Call her stupid or spoiled, but she simply wanted all of him, his attention, devotion, love, just like how Xiao Long is towards her, although he isn’t the very least straight forward about it. After searching the whole place without Xiao Long trailing behind her without making a single noise, Vivi started to feel annoyed. She spotted a servant nearby and called her to come towards her, and the servant obeyed. “Where’s M/n? The boy with the dirty hair,” Vivi asked, only to be surprised by the servant’s answer. “Don’t worry, miss. The boy is being taught a lesson, your father was notified of his rudeness towards you yesterday.” Vivi’s eyes widened in horror, and she clenched her hands tightly. “Who reported him towards my father?” The maid raised her head in confusion as she heard the irritated voice of the lady. She had thought the young lady would have been happy and would give her a promotion or a raise. “That’s.. It was I, young la—” The servant had been expecting some sort of prize for reporting the boy, but instead, her face was thrown the other way. “Get out of my sight. And don’t let me see you ever again.” Vivi hissed bitterly as the servant held her burning cheek in fear and nodded frantically, rushing away and out of sight.

Right after that, Vivi rushed towards the place they would usually teach their servants ‘lessons’, and she never entered the place because it reeked of a disgusting smell. She ran as fast as her legs could, not stopping to catch a breath until she reached the area. She opened the door and felt tears fall down her cheeks, her heart was struck with horror when she saw M/n on the ground with no clothes on, his back bloody red as he coughed and hacked. “Get up. You won’t be able to protect the lady like that. How pathetic, just because you saved the lady once and earned her favor doesn’t mean you’re the best, or that our lady is so stupid as to spoil you rotten.” M/n didn’t answer and instead held on, as if he was processing. The old man sighed and rolled his eyes, “Hurry up, maggot. I don’t have all day for a twig like you.” And so he kicked M/n by his stomach, but instead of making him crumble into a heap, he held on. “Stop!!” Vivi shouted ferociously, earning the old man and M/n’s attention. Vivi rushed by M/n’s side and examined his face, covered in scratches, dirt mixed with blood. His lips were blue and cracked, his body trembling from the cold and the pain inflicted on his body.

“You..!!” Turning around to face the old man and reprimand him, M/n stopped her by tugging on her dress, instantly stopping her. “..I’m okay.” He said with a grimace. Vivi held back choked sobs as she can’t help but feel guilty and pathetic upon seeing M/n’s bruised figure. “What do you mean by ‘I’m okay’?!!” M/n got on his feet and offered Vivi a small, pained smile. “It means I can handle this.” He held out his hand for Vivi to reach, only for it to be slapped away, but he offered it again after wiping his hand on his pants. Vivi sniffed and finally took his hand, easily getting back on her feet. “About what happened yesterday.. Please forgive me.” Vivi was taken aback, she expected an apology, but not when he suffered because she was just too childish. “But you did nothing wrong—” M/n shook his head and wiped away her tears. “But you cried. I must’ve done something wrong. So I’m sorry for being rude to you yesterday.” Vivi scowled and wiped the remaining tears away from her eyes. “If you’re sorry then let’s get you treated in this instance.” M/n shook his head again, “I’m your bodyguard, aren’t I?” At that, Vivi nodded, her brows slightly furrowed in confusion. “I know barely anything about self defense other than using weapons, my body is so skinny I won’t be able to hold multiple kicks and punches. So to keep being your bodyguard, I have to stay and train.”

Vivi frowned in disagreement. “This– This isn’t training..! There must be some other way to train you..!” She insisted as M/n simply smiled. “You should treat all of us fairly, young lady. I can’t be the only one to get exclusive treatment from you.” Vivi pouted as she averted her eyes, her fingers playing with the fringes of her dress. She wanted to spoil M/n and only M/n, not some random bodyguard assigned to her. “Don’t worry, once I get stronger, I’ll stop. I promise.” M/n held up his pinky in front of Vivi, and she gave him a teasing smile laced with sadness and regret. “For someone who killed two thugs with only a pipe.. You’re rather childish. But since you pinky promised, you better keep it.” Raising her pinky and intertwining it with M/n’s, M/n smiled before breaking their contact. “I’ll see you soon. For now, be sure to treat Xiao Long nicely.” Vivi huffed and nodded, leaving the area, but not before sparing M/n one last glance. It’ll take some time for him to get his skinny body more toned, but Vivi knows this won’t be the last time she sees him. She’s the lady of the house, and who’s to stop her from visiting the training grounds?

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Cascades of platinum blonde hair fall over her white lab coat as she sat up, awakened from her sleep. Vivi sighed, unable to form a smile on her face. She kept dreaming of the past ever since the boy was gone. She kept wondering what she did wrong, where exactly did things go wrong, and how she should’ve noticed the signs the boy was giving her. She still remembered that after knowing M/n was interested in science, chemistry, and other subjects similar to it, Vivi had taken it upon herself to study it herself and then teach M/n what she learned.

But as she studied more about it, what she thought used to be boring and useless had begun to become interesting for her. Especially when there’s someone for her to teach and share her knowledge with. It’s been years since she last saw him, and she would never be able to forget him. She and Xiao Long will search for him and scour all over the place until she found him. She looked out the window with a determined expression. The view of Seoul, the city of Korea, is reflected within her light brown irises. Her father had given her hints of his whereabouts, and until she found the boy, she decided she wouldn't be leaving Korea.

“M/n L/n.. I’ll find you, and when I do, I’ll make sure you regret leaving us.”

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writeformesinpie · 2 years

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Kim Jae Wook from The Guest fucking the demon out of you? 🤔 if you want a fic idea 🤔🤔 priest Matthew smut 🤔🤔🤔

Wow 😏

I have added this to the list. Hot, hot, hot. lol

#anon 💕💕💕#kim jae wook #the guest #kdrama smut #kim jae wook x reader

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kookslastbutton · 9 months

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Love's Remedy, On Fire ༓ jjk (m) l ch. I

✑ Summary: Jungkook is a romantic. He comes from a highly intelligent family who wants him to carry out the lineage. Being this way, he goes to college to be a pharmacist but his friends say college isn't just about studying! With a little persuasion, he goes to his first frat party thinking his hat will help him pick up a girl-or woman he means.

Pairing: STEM major!virgin!jungkook x STEM major!hot girl!reader

AU/genre: angst, smut, fluff, s2l, college au, mini-series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 3,027

Warnings: jk is very cute and determined, jk a romantic, oc has philophobia (fear of relationships), oc is not mean here but she teases jk, feat Jackson and Jae-beom, if i missed warning lmk!

Now Playing: seven, summertime sadness, she’s kerosene, angels like you+

A/N: um ok I swear this was supposed to be a pwp crack fic about jk wanting to get laid with a hat on. This turned into a very angsty but fluffy series and I'm sorry 😬 lmk what you think and tysm for reading! 💞 I know title is sucky

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Over the entirety of his nineteen years, Jungkook was pushed to prepare for one thing—college entrance exams.

It was a huge deal and getting into one of the leading universities in South Korea was a must for him. You see, the Jeons were nobody to laugh at with the bulk of them being high-ranking medical doctors, engineers, and lawyers. Continuing this legacy, therefore, was far from a choice, Jungkook had to follow suit.

When the results of the exams came back Jungkook passed with flying colors. It wasn't a surprise though since he spent all his time studying his ass off until the dawn. Jungkook indeed got accepted into one of the most prestigious universities in Seoul and his parents, teachers, and friends were quick to give their congratulations. He felt good too...no, he felt damn good.

Now he was here he was, standing in the middle of campus with his bag slung over one shoulder and a few orientation papers in his hand. It was still the first week of classes and he desperately needed to get to the science building. (He had chosen to follow his father's footsteps and go into biochem).

"Excuse me," he asks with nervous eyes and a wobbling lip. "Do you happen to know where the science building is? I'm late for class but I can't seem to find it."

The student he walks up to for directions looks about his age. He isn't sure if she's in her first year like him but she looks competent with the way she's standing, feet spread apart and a hand on her hip. The skirt she's sporting is incredibly short but the top is full length. She's smacking on hot pink gum as well, popping bubbles every now and then.

"Keep walking straight until you see the statue of President Kim, then take a right. The science building will be right there." You hardly spare him a glance but you make the mental note that he's cute with his fluffy black hair and big lost eyes. You consider asking his name but you shrug the feeling. He was cute yes, but he was too cute which isn't your type.

Jungkook gives a small thank you and walks off. Your directions are vague, but hopefully finding the statue will help him. After a few steps, he looks over his shoulder to see you laughing with your friend.

You have a gorgeous smile.

Probably the last time he'll see you though, he thinks. Jungkook isn't sure how he'd be with a woman given the fact he's never been with one. Surely he'd do better than half the dumbasses out there but guys like him don't stand a chance with a woman like you.

You look like you go for the experienced type and that wasn't him. He goes back to what he was doing, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Hey man, what's your name?" A young guy with bleached blonde hair slides into the seat next to him. Apparently, he wasn't the only one late. "I'm Jackson." The man goes in for a fist bump but stops when it's very obvious it won't be reciprocated.

"I'm Jungkook," he says, more concentrated on what his professor is saying than anything else. Jackson continues talking, however, despite his focused state.

"So, I'm assuming this is your first year?" Jungkook nods. "Me too. Where you from?"

"Busan."

"Cool cool, I'm from Hong Kong." Hearing this makes Jungkook shift his eyes over immediately. The last thing he expected was to meet someone from China. Was this Jackson dude just pulling his leg or was he being serious? Nevertheless, it intrigues him.

"I'm an exchange student." Jackson clarifies. "Always wanted to see what South Korea was like and I know Seoul's got a pretty thriving economy so..." He shrugs. "Figured I'd give it a go and my parents support it. As long as I stay on my doctor's track of course."

Well damn. A doctor was not what Jungkook assumed a guy like Jackson would be going for. This was a prestigious school but it's still a gen ed class they're in right now. Anyone from most majors could be taking it. If he had to guess, Jackson would be a businessman.

"Well enough about me though," Jackson quips. "What do you study?"

"Biochem. My dad works as a physician and my mom's a chemical engineer. I'm going for pharmacology."

"Shit bro," Jackson cusses freely. Jungkook doesn't mean to jump in response but he does. Being all formal talk at home, it's unventured territory. "You guys must be a family of geniuses. Wait...what's your last name?"

"Jeon?"

Jackson nearly falls back in his chair when he hears the name fall from Jungkook's lips. He covers his mouth with both hands to keep himself under wraps. "Are you serious? You're from the Jeon family? Fuck, man, I've been hearing about your family since I was a kid that's how influential your family has been in the medical industry."

Jungkook finds himself intertwining his hands. His family is well-established in what they do but it never occurred to him that they were that well-known. Sure his dad's been featured in a couple of magazines for his work and his mom's been given several awards for her research. But he didn't think they'd gone that publicly beyond their own town.

"Oh shit I'm sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable talking about this? Promise you I'm not a creep or anything!" The urgency in Jackson's tone stirs up the classroom, peers looking over at the two of them in annoyance.

"Do you mind shutting up?" A chestnut-haired boy is the first to speak up. He looks thoroughly pissed, to say the least with his cat-like eyes narrowing at the both of them. "Some of us actually want to graduate here."

"Chill out man. We're sorry." Jackson gives Jungkook a small tight-lipped smile. "We'll talk later."

"We will?"

Jackson gives him a slap on the back. "Yeah it's a given. You and I," he gestures between the two of them. "We should stick together. Being that we're both new around here and we both studying med. Also, was going to wait to tell you but I wanna go to this awesome party that goes on that kicks off the year. You'd think I'd be confident to go by myself but if you're free, I could use a buddy."

A party. Some blonde-haired boy who could very likely become the center of attention wants him, Jeon Jungkook, to go to a party? Jungkook spends most of his time playing video games, studying chem tables, and watching p—well he shouldn't say that part out loud.

"If you don't want to then I get it." Jackson scratches his head. "I don't wanna pressure you or anything. We did just meet and I just thought you looked cool so...."

"Okay." Jungkook accepts before giving it much thought. Besides studying, he was told college was a time to also let loose and have fun. Freedom and all that. That's what his friends back home told him at least. They also mentioned getting laid but...who would give him that fat chance?

If anything, maybe he'll get a friend by going to this little party. Jungkook shoots a small smile in return.

"Okay listen," Jackson says, opening the door to his black Lexus. "I heard this party gets crazy so just be smart and don't get into too much punch."

Jungkook hops in the passenger seat. "But I love punch." He straps his seatbelt in, totally unaware of the punch Jackson"s referring to.

"It's spiked Kook. And I'm guessing your alcohol tolerance is pretty low?" Jackson twists the key and pulls out of the campus parking lot. He doesn't mean to be insulting or anything but his new buddy doesn't look like the party-hardy kinda guy.

In fact, Jungkook decided to....well, wear a hat to this gig. It's not a baseball cap, beanie, or even a greasy cowboy hat.

It's a sunhat. Black at least.

"By the way Jungkook. I don't wanna sound like a dick or anything but can you explain the thing on your head? Because the rest of you looks great, black dress shirt and jeans."

"Oh um." Jungkook rubs his hands on his thighs. He's embarrassed to tell Jackson the truth but he's his buddy now, right? Maybe this can be a bonding thing for them. "I thought it was cute? I mean I wanna...ah." Jungkook lets out a nervous chuckle.

"What is it, man? I promise I won't judge."

"I wanna," he starts again. "Uhm you see I heard that if you wear something out of the ordinary that people will like you more or something. Like they'll be interested..."

"Mhm, cute and out of the ordinary things huh? What kind of people are you trying to impress Jungkook?" Jackson gives a knowing smirk. Who knew his buddy schemes these kinds of stuff.

Jungkook speeds through the answer. "Grs."

"Say it properly and slower."

"Wanna get a girl....woman! I mean...a woman." Jungkook sheepishly grins at Jackson. Please don't laugh at me, he begs silently.

"You dog!" Jackson pushes Jungkook's shoulder. "My little buddy is a man, well well well. So are you looking for a girlfriend or something else?"

"Wife!" Jungkook bugs out his eyes, no hesitation at all. Jackson struggles not to give even the slightest snort. Didn't Jungkook know what kind of party this is?

"That's very sweet but this isn't the place you're going to find a wife, Jungkook. That's more like if we were going to a speed dating thing....this, this is a frat party, little bro."

Jackson pulls up to the front of the giant, lit-up house. They could hear electronic music blasting outside and all over the lawn were shirtless guys and scantily-dressed women. Some were off making out while others were drinking in groups.

Jungkook tenses at the sight. He used to fancy black tie parties where everyone is dressed to the hill and drinking is moderate. Jackson is right, he is not finding a wife here. Dammit. But he really doesn't want to give up his hat.

"Yo Jackson," a guy with pitch-black hair greets the man with a fist bump. So that's how it's done, Jungkook observes. "Glad you could make it!"

"Jae-beom, what's good man?! I wouldn't miss this party for the world. I brought a friend." He ushers Jungkook to come forward. "This is Jungkook. He's in my class."

"Nice to meet you Jungkook!" Jae-beom moves in for a fist bump which ends up making contact with Jungkook's fist. It's not as sharp as with Jackson but it's a fist bump. "I used to work with Jackson over the summer. Always stealing my tips this man!"

"Hey, I did not do that!" Jackson gives a hearty laugh and shoves Jae-beom hard enough for him to lose his balance a little. "You kept leaving for a smoke. I had to wait your tables half the time!"

"I wasn't going for a smoke Jack—woah hey baby. What's your name?" The man shifts his focus to the girl walking past them. She has bright red lipstick, a black crop top, and jean shorts.

"Fuck off." She snaps before looking at Jungkook. "Cute hat by the way."

Everyone looks at Jungkook at that moment who's motionless. They hope to god he says something back but he only stares. The girl smirks at him and quirks her head to the side. "What's your name? I gotta friend who'd be all over you in a heartbeat, though she'd never admit it."

Jackson throws a mouth over his hand, eyes wide in amusement. This girl did not just propose Jungkook, his buddy who's looking for a wife, to get off with her friend.

"Um...yeah no. No, it's okay but thanks." Jungkook can barely sound the words. This girl in front of him was really, really hot but intimidating. "Yes thank you but I'm looking for a..."

"Don't-" Jackson lunges forward.

"Wife." Jungkook smiles at the girl a little too angelically. "I'm Jungkook though. What's your name?"

The girl bites her lip. "Well, it's too bad then Jungkook. Because you're so fucking cute and I know you'd like each other. Why don't you meet her? Even if it's just to say hi?"

Jungkook looks at Jackson who only shrugs. "Up to you man."

Jungkook makes his way through the heavy crowd. He bumps into a few people on the way but thankfully he's able to still see the girl, apparently who goes by Crystal.

Jungkook isn't convinced it's her real name but if that's what she wants to be called who is he to dispute?

Once they get to the other side of the room, Jungkook spots a woman with a tight black dress on. It falls mid-thigh and has laced-up sides. When they near the woman Jungkook feels himself sweating bullets.

"__!" Crystal taps on your shoulder. "I brought you, someone, to meet. This is Jungkook!"

You turn around, drink in hand. You look fucking stunning. Jungkook can't believe it's you. He's seeing you again and he wishes he didn't wear this damn hat now! He goes to yank it off but Crystal stops him.

"Hey, the hat's cute. Keep it on!"

"I-but," he looks at you. "But it's making me hot." You're making me hot.

You give a shrug. "Do what you want Jungkook. It's your head at stake." You take a sip of your drink. You really did not expect to see the shy guy from this morning be at a frat party. "Good to see you again."

"Oh, you know each other?"

"We had a slight run in this morning. Baby had to get to the science building." You take a scan at what he's wearing. Black shirt that cuts at the elbows, denim jeans, and sneakers. Not bad compared to the sweater he was wearing this morning.

"I'm—I'm not a baby." Jungkook can't stop himself from feeling offended. Whether you meant it to be condescending or not, he doesn't want to be seen as a baby! Especially not to you. "I'm a man, okay? I go to the gym and stuff."

"Okay I'm sorry," you say. "I just call everyone baby. I didn't mean anything."

That doesn't seem to relax Jungkook. "I can lift a fuck ton of weights too." He stops once he hears himself cuss out loud. Usually, he does that in his head....goddamn it.

"Mmm," you step towards him, careful not to touch him. Usually by now you'd already be in the bathroom getting railed by some punk but not tonight. Jungkook has your attention. "Can you now? I'm not sure if I believe you. You're kind of a twig, not to be rude or anything."

Jungkook's face turns to a darker shade, eyes piercing into yours. "I can show you I'm not lying."

"Go ahead, do what you will." You fake a yawn until you find yourself suddenly in his arms. They're a lot stronger and more muscular than you thought. "Jungkook! Put me down!"

Everyone at the party starts staring over, giggling at each other. Jungkook gives a satisfied grin. "I have you in my arms, what are you gonna do now? Not believe me again?"

"I-" You're certain your face glowing with embarrassment. "Um no, I believe you Jungkook. Please, set me down."

"Not til you say it --." He challenges-brat. "Say I'm not a baby."

"Jungkook I told you I call everyone baby. It wasn't-okay you're not a baby. Obviously, you lift a lot now please put me down."

Finally, he does what you ask, a proud face on. His hat is a little crooked so you reach out and fix it. It's a reflexive response, you don't even know what you're doing let alone Jungkook.

"Oh, sorry your hat was just-"

"Please go out with me. On a date I mean?" He's so terribly timid but he can't help himself now. He had you in his arms and you're just so beautiful and charming. He needs to know more about you. It's a must.

"Well, I-" Everyone waits for your answer, very nosy clearly. You look at Jungkook with his big eyes and pouty lips. You don't wanna say no but relationships aren't your thing. And it seems that is defiantly all he's in for.

Jungkook's shoulders sulk. He isn't expecting a yes but he was hoping that maybe you'd give him a tiny chance.

"Come on __," Crystal whispers. "Look at him. Don't you think he's cute? Like really cute?"

You look at your best friend with weary eyes. He's so cute but, there's that but. That relationship but. He's going to be the type to want to do all the couple things and snuggle and everything. Jungkook needs someone who is willing to do all the stuff and you? You're not good at any of it.

"I'm sorry Jungkook," you start. "I don't know if-"

"One date __. If it's a no I won't bother you again. I just....I just think you're really gorgeous and I wanna get to know you. That's all." He takes the hat off his head, letting his fluffy hair run free. You kinda wanna touch it if it didn't makes things weird.

His words, however, make your heart thump the tiniest amount. The only time you've ever been called gorgeous is when guys try to get in your bed. It's all you've known other than maybe from a relative. Gorgeous is used pretty regularly, you know that, but this time it's used in an entirely different context.

"I'll tell you what," he says, pulling out his phone. "I'll give you my number and if you change your mind text me or call. I won't bug you and you can delete it right after this if you want, I promise."

You end up taking his number and Jungkook leaves to go back to his buddies. "You should go out with him __," Crystal says.

"I don't know." You watch him stride away. "I'll think about it."

A/N: what am i doing? Idk im running away now bye! lmk what you think and tysm for reading! Comment/ask to be on taglist 💞

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emojellyace08 · 9 months

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Lookism Men x Female! Reader (When you sit on their face)

Genre: smut/lemon🍋 Slight warning: face sitting, eating out, fingering, squirting/cumming overall NSFW CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female).

Vin Jin (Vin Ho Bin)

I just realized that I haven't wrote anything for him lmao, so here's for the Vin Jin simps.

He's here for it. Vin doesn't care if you're heavy or not he can god damn lift anyone with just one hand (in previous/latest chapter) so he wouldn't have a problem with you sitting on his face (And another thing his sunglasses stay on his face while eating you out which can be weird lol. Unless if you're super close with him and in an established relationship he may probably remove it off for you to feel more comfortable).

He would be the one to suggest it tbh. And he would tease you for it when you're shy about it. "C'mon Y/N it will be fun, don't tell me you're shy." "VIN JIN!". He will also dirty talk between oral sex while fingering you. "Fuck Y/N, you're so fucking wet for me. I could slip my cock inside of you if you're like this. You like that right?"

He really likes fragile and soft girls, so he'll definitely get a hard on when he fucks you just by using his mouth. He'll humiliate you in any ways. With his mouth, cock or fingers he's super good with it.

Vin likes doing it on the couch or bed so he feels more comfortable when eating you out while you squish his face. He's definitely the type to tease your entrance and clit then his tongue would turn into Flash real quick.

Also laughs and smirk at you when you squirm and rub your pussy against his mouth when you're close to cumming. He would lick every inch of you until you can't walk anymore honey ;).

Jace Park (Park Bum Jae)

Contrasting Vin's confidence in sexual activities, he would be definitely be 100% nervous about it. If he's too shy and flustered about kissing or hugging someone, what more in sex?

This man is devoted for Burn Knuckles all his life and hasn't thought about getting a girlfriend. But if you managed to win his heart and trust, he would be more clingy especially in private (but he's still nervous crossing that line y'know).

He would prefer trying other sexual activities like you giving him the head or fingering you. But after some trial and errors, couple of times doing it and exploring his kinks and what he doesn't like, he might even suggest or initiate about the idea.

Jace is 100% worried that you'll crush him with your weight lmao (not body shaming but don't blame him he never done anything like this before).

He would prefer doing it on the bed since it's more comfortable when he's lying down. And the first time you both tried it, he's experimenting on his actions if he's making you satisfied while being cautious. He's overall giving you kitty licks and he's softly sucking on your clit. He would also be a little bit surprised if you squirted on his face lmao.

After some practice and patience, Jace would definitely learn about sex and what makes it pleasurable which will make up to his inexperience.

Goo Kim (Kim Joon Goo)

A god damn menace, he wouldn't even let you cum!

He really likes teasing you a lot even when it's not about making out in the bed and fucking. Like Vin he's super confident about his oral skills. He would be the first to suggesting it especially if you're shy about it (would also tease you which will tick you off lol). And if you requested him to sit on his face, he would also tease you lmao but he'll obey you nonetheless.

Also likes doing it neither on the couch or bed. He would definitely give you lots of kitty licks, teasing you on purpose while you squirm and cry about being overstimulated "G-Goo! Stop teasing me!" "C'mon baby patience. I'm doing my best here. Fuck you' taste so good".

If you told him to go faster, he'll go slower and vice versa (this bitch). He'll even laugh at your reactions and noises that you make, adding vibration on your core (Istg this man). "Fuuckkkk, Goo!" "You look so cute when you squirm, you want me to fuck you with my mouth right? Such a good girl".

Goo really likes it when you ride on his face while he eats you out. He feels more aroused when you rail on his mouth. He also doesn't give you warnings if he'll go faster. He wants to tease and shock you to the core just by using his mouth. He also wonders if you'll react the same way if his dick is inside you ;).

He likes sucking on your clit while fingering you just to see you go crazy about him and just him, making you squirt.

Gun Park (Park Jon Gun)

Another mf right here. He won't let you rest. If you asked him to fuck you, he'll fulfill your wishes of course. But remember, Gun's your master so you must obey him. Or else you wouldn't get what you want.

You know he's a beast in fighting, so he wouldn't be different when it comes on sex. He can make you crazy in many ways possible. He can make you cum just by his hands alone or with his long and thick cock. So it wouldn't be different with his tongue (Does he train his mouth too? Who knows).

He doesn't care if he gets to eat you out while you sit on his face everywhere. On the bed, couch or even inside the car he's down for it.

Gun's just like Goo girl, if you asked him to go faster he'll slow down and vice versa. The only difference is when he gets serious (which is most of the time unlike Goo), he would lick you off with no mercy. He doesn't give a shit if you're heavy, he has a strong body so he can manage your weight.

He would also dirty talk a lot if he's on the mood to tease you or he'll be lapping on your cunt like a hungry animal who hasn't got its meal for years. He can be both if you asked me. And the more you started moaning and getting louder, the more his pace will turn faster. You can feel his smirk forming against your pussy. "Look how wet you are. So pathetic, you really are a slut for me huh?"

Gun would taste every part of you. He's so good at multi-tasking that he can rub your swollen clit while his tongue is inside you and his other hand will jerk himself off. He also wants to feel good. So masturbating while eating you out is a big win for him.

Gun also likes it when you rub your core against his face. Though he prefers you shaving since your hair can irritate his skin. Nonetheless if you enjoy his company, he'll make sure you'll crave for more.

James Lee/DG (Kang Dag Yeom)

Eye contact. Mega eye contact. If you're the shy type he would definitely ask you to look at his face while he licks you off. Or else he wouldn't let you cum (this fucker).

He's also like Gun, if he's a beast in fighting it's no different in making love in your bed. Though he will be more gentle and cautious especially if it's your first time since he doesn't want to go hard and unconsciously hurt you. But the second you get used to it his tongue turns faster than Flash.

DG doesn't care if you're heavy or not since his body is also strong. He actually has different moods. He's the gentle one, the tease and complete fucker who will mess you out whether it's through penetration, fingering or oral sex.

DG also doesn't care where to do it but he prefers his sexual activity on private since he's an idol and he doesn't want to get into scandals. So doing it with you on places like his apartment is much more safer.

He also likes it when you grind your pussy against his face. It makes him more encouraged to fuck you. He's definitely the type to suck your clit while pushing his three fingers inside you or he would flick his tongue on your entrance obviously teasing you (he likes the soft whines and loud sounds you make). Like Gun he also prefers it if you shave or trim your hair since it can also irritate his skin.

What if it's James Lee who's eating you out? No difference either. He'll just be more of a tease and would overstimulate you a lot so be prepared.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #lookism smut #park jonggun x reader #gun park x reader #goo x reader #james lee x reader #dg x reader #vin jin x reader #jace x reader

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minkkumaz · 11 months

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FROM WINDOW TO WINDOW

it took three days for you and your family to fully move into your house. it took you three hours to finally set up your room. but it took three minutes for woonhak to see you from his bedroom window and fall in love with you. THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 3.2k TAGS adults dni. fluff, fluff, oh look! more fluff! cussing. woonhak is in puppy love. mutual pining. OMI NOTE i have the biggest smile on my face rn hehe.

the past few weeks had felt like what you could only describe as hell. at first it was long and tedious days of shopping for homes. then, it was doing lots of construction work inside the house. and finally, after not having a proper place to live that wasn’t a shitty hotel, your family began the moving process.

it went a lot faster than you had initially expected, but you were happy. the calm presence in the neighborhood made up for the lack of people in the area.

there was boxes on top of boxes in your arms, in which held almost your entire life. you had to lean back to maintain the weight, blowing wispies of hair out of your face so you could properly see where you were walking. part of you was too stubborn to make more than two trips, so you trudged along to your upstairs bedroom.

after dropping your things to the ground, you analyzed the surroundings properly; since you have not been able to explore much due to earlier construction. the ceilings weren’t very high since it was the second floor, but you didn’t care much at all. there were pretty hardwood floors, glazed with a matte finish, and the lighting was wonderful.

you noticed one large window on the side of your wall, mirroring exactly to the house next to you. the dark blue curtains were barely peaked open, so you paid no mind as you sat on the sill to go through one of your multiple boxes.

though as time passed, you failed to notice the sudden presence of the boy next door opening his window for fresh air. however in the middle of this, he saw you.

your figure sat idly, furrowing your eyebrows as you rummaged through your things. if looks could kill, there would be burn holes in your face from how intensely he stared at you. you were cute. really, really, cute. because of this, he was determined to get to know you.

when you felt a gaze in your direction you looked over to see the boy staring at you. he jumped at the sudden attention, making you smile. you waved kindly, opening your window to see if he needed anything.

“hi! this is a sort of random first interaction!” you huff from pushing your heavy window up.

“oh shit– i’m sorry i wasn’t trying to spy on you or anything! i just noticed you and that bedroom is usually empty you know?” he spoke very quickly, but he was quite charming. “and then woah! there’s a person in there haha…”

“no worries! i didn’t think anything negative. i’m y/n!” you smiled at him again, leaning a little more out the window.

“nice to meet you y/n, i’m woonhak.” he almost melted right there seeing you smile prettily.

“woonhak.. it has a nice ring to it. maybe we shall meet again at our windows, woonhak?” you tell him, pulling yourself back into your room.

“yes– hopefully!” he stuttered out, watching you close your window and resume your unpacking.

when you disappeared into the rest of your room, woonhak doesn’t think he’s ever bolted to his phone quicker. immediately he went to unlock his phone and pull up the groupchat with all of his friends. how could he not boast about the stunning girl next door?

all he could do was pace around his room. the sound of ringing for a couple seconds made him feel impatient, but he saw jaehyuns profile join the group call.

“holy shit jaehyun tell everyone they need to join the call right now.” the rest of the boys quickly popped in before he could say anything more.

“what do you need, woonhak?” taesan asked, sounding obviously sleepy.

“all of you guys need to come over to my house right now, but like don’t be suspicious when you pull up because i don’t want the girl next door to see.” woonhak begged.

“girl next door? wasn’t that house empty?” riwoo thought.

“yes but someone moved in, this is about her!” “our cute little maknae has a crush?!” sungho exclaimed, clearly excited for the boy.

“that’s so sweet it makes me want to vomit.” leehan made fake gagging noises, causing jaehyun to laugh.

“okay whatever but she’s actually gorgeous and i swear all of you better be on your way.” woonhak whined.

“the bikes are locked and loaded as we speak.” there was some rustling sounds from each of the boys on the other line.

“hurry!” woonhak hung up the call, quickly peeking outside to see if you were still there. your silhouette was a little blurry from the dirty windows, but you were going around hanging stuff on your walls and organizing items on your desk.

it didn’t take forever for the remainder of the boys to arrive at his house. they only lived down the street, so the bike ride wasn’t long. after parking their vehicles (as jaehyun calls it), at the side of woonhak’s house, they followed him inside.

“okay okay tell us everything!” jaehyun jumped onto the bed, kicking his feet behind him. everyone else made themselves comfortable around the room, ready to listen.

“so basically i was eating lunch downstairs right?” woonhak leaned back into his desk chair, “then when i came back up to my room, i saw someone moving in the window across the way. at first i was confused as hell because i thought it was a construction worker but it was a girl!”

“what happened next? you didn’t imagine things right?” taesan asked, suddenly intrigued.

“i’m not crazy like you are taesan– but anyways. i was honestly kind of staring at her and then she looked over at me. at first i fucking jumped i was ready to get out of there, but then she smiled at me. i swear, how could she be so pretty? it was insane.” he went on, “and get this, she opened her window and we started talking!” “i think she wants you at this point dude.” jaehyun clapped his hands together, making leehan nod his head with a grin.

“she literally introduced herself and everything, then told me that maybe we’ll meet again at our windows.”

“are you going to ask her to hang out, because you definitely should!” sungho looked out behind him, “is that her?”

everyone stood up to go look, but woonhak scrambled to get them all sitting back down and close his curtains.

“holy shit i know you guys aren’t about to all try to see her?” woonhak panicked, “what if she saw you that’s so creepy!”

“maybe she’ll find it charming that you brought all your friends over to talk about your one minute interaction.” riwoo joked.

“okay if you guys wanna see her you have to be more discreet about it.” woon cracked open the curtains a tiny bit, signaling for them to come over and see. you remained doing the same tasks you were doing since he met you, and apparently almost done.

“she is really pretty not gonna lie.” taesan mumbled, earning a shove from the lovesick boy.

“dude!”

“my bad my bad!” he chuckled, going back to his previous seat.

“so what’s the game - plan woon?” leehan looked over to him, who was now the only one standing amongst them.

“i don’t know, maybe she’ll miraculously show up at my door and confess her love to me?”

“wait! invite her to that party we’re hitting up tonight. maybe she’ll want to come with us? she can ride on the back of your bike.” jaehyun suggested.

“that could work actually, i could introduce her to the neighborhood too..” woonhak pondered, “okay but how do i ask her? i’m sure i can’t just go to her front door.”

“throw an eraser at her window to get her attention?” sungho said before picking up one of the many erasers on woon’s desk.

“i guess that could work, but all of you guys hide! that’s so awkward if she saw all of you guys staring behind me.” after giving in, he grabbed the eraser from sungho’s hand and opened his window.

the rest of the boys squatted underneath, giggling like school girls watching their friend try to talk to the girl he likes. of course they were supportive, and would stay that way to their graves, but teasing him was very amusing. it was safe to say that woonhak’s fidgeting hand pulled all of their hair to shut them up.

from what he could see, you were just on your phone scrolling mindlessly so he was hoping not to bother you. after contemplating for a solid few seconds, he chucked the object at your window. the sudden noise made you jump up slightly before opening your window and putting your head out.

“hello to you too?” you laugh, “did you need me or something?”

“sort of? i was um actually wondering if you’d want to go to a party down the street with me and my friends tonight? it can be like a welcome to the neighborhood kind of thing… only if you want to!” he took a deep breath after speaking.

“smooth.” riwoo whispered.

“that sounds fun actually! i don’t know how my dad would feel about it though.” you chew your bottom lip, thinking a bit.

“then sneak out with us? assuming your parents have been unpacking all day they’ll probably be tired and pass out! i don’t mean to be a bad influence or anything but it’d be really fun.”

“hmmm, i’d say you’re quite persuasive. what time?” you press against the sill and rest your cheek on your fist.

“at nine pm. so about four hours from now? we’re riding our bikes there but you can go on the back of mine?”

“then it’s a date, woon. i’ll see you then.” you waved at him before closing your own curtains.

you were unsure what to think as the cute boy next door asked you to hang out. especially after meeting you less than three hours ago; specifically from your bedroom window. it was an odd way to get to know your neighbor, but for some reason it was quite endearing.

was he staring or were you just a little delusional? maybe so, but that wasn’t relevant.

three and a half hours flew by, and you were anxiously getting ready. woonhak was right when he said your parents would fall asleep quickly, you could hear the snoring from across the hall.

you put together a presentable outfit, fixing up your hair as you usually do. the whole party scene wasn’t always your thing, but you wanted to make a good impression. part of you was also trying to impress him, as he technically knew nothing about you. you could put up a completely different front and he wouldn’t tell the difference.

it was important that he liked you, because being his nextdoor neighbor and also enemies didn’t sound too good.

as soon as you finished getting ready, you shoved a couple pillows underneath your blankets and opened up your window. the drop down could probably break your legs, so you sighed in defeat before pulling an extremely shaven down pencil from your desk and heaving it at woonhak’s window.

there was a little bit of silence before the curtains opened and revealed the boy you were trying to look pretty for (and his entire gang of friends behind him).

“hey! i’m ready but i kind of have a problem?” you say embarrassed.

he had to pause for a second, gawking at you like crazy. you wore a dress that hugged you perfectly, with a thin jacket draping over your shoulders. it wasn’t anything crazy fancy, but still cute for the event.

“oh– um yes! yeah hi what’s up.” woonhak blushed, scratching the back of his neck.

“i have no idea how to get out of my window… sneaking out of the front door is risky right now. my parents only went to sleep an hour ago.” you pout out your bottom lip disappointed.

“i can come down and catch you maybe? i don’t know, only if you’re okay with that!” he recommended shyly.

“yeah, yeah. that could work! just don’t drop me please.”

“only a fool would drop a girl like you.” he smirked, taking you aback slightly. the rest of his friends were reacting boyishly behind him before they all filed out to come get you. this was the moment you truly felt like a princess in need of saving. way to go feminism.

when he appeared below you his lips pulled into a wide smile, holding his arms out, “ready?”

“i’m kind of scared.”

“i promise you’ll be fine.” he plants his feet down hard, ready to catch you. “but you are wearing shorts right?”

“yes of course i am you pervert.” you roll your eyes playfully, making him blush.

swinging your leg out the window, you carefully try to step against the texture of the wall and grab against the edge. you’re able to lean yourself far enough to where you’re at a comfortable distance and let go.

you land against woonhak, feeling his tight grasp first - hand. though you stumble slightly, he’s able to hold you still against him.

“see? i caught you.” he tells you, wiping the hair from in front of your face.

“yeah you did.” a pink tint grazes over your cheeks, causing you to look away and avoid eye contact.

“you guys can stare at eachother all you want at the party, lets go!” jaehyun groans, pushing his kickstand with his foot

the others began on their bikes while you followed behind woonhak to his own.

“i’m sorry if this is a little awkward for you.” he apologized, sitting down. “but it would probably be a little safer if you held on to me.. i’ve never really rode a bike with another person behind me.”

“no– i understand! i don’t feel awkward at all woon.” you sit behind him, letting your hands snake around his waist and grabbing firmly. the sudden touch made his stomach swarm with butterflies.

as soon as you were situated, he began pedaling down the street. you were pressed against his back, letting the comfort of the night consume you. a breeze sent shivers down your spine, making you almost nuzzle your head into woonhak.

“getting comfy?” he pointed out to cover up how giddy you made him feel.

“mm, just chilly. but it’s just the wind.” you sigh against his cardigan.

“we’re almost there, it’s not too far.”

when you arrived at the party, it was a lot louder than when you barely heard it down the street. music made the walls vibrate with the bass, and there seemed to be a lot of people there. if not the whole neighborhood, most of it.

“this is the most popular house on the street for parties. there’s one almost every week during the summer.” woonhak yelled loud enough so you could hear.

“do you come to every one?” you responded with the same energy.

“not really, this is my third one this summer.” he replied. “let’s go get a drink from the kitchen, it’s loud in here.”

you accompanied him to the kitchen where it was a little quieter. there were cups spread out everywhere and lots of snacks. a few people here and there, but they were mainly in the living area.

“sooo, is this your first party?” woonhak mentioned to break the silence.

“it isn’t my first party but definitely the loudest.”

“i get that, it can get pretty deafening in here. just wait until jaehyun starts breaking out in the dance circle. i might just have to hype him up louder than the crowd.” he laughs, handing you a cup of fruit punch.

“i take it you’re very extroverted?” you take a sip from your drink.

“you could say so, i just enjoy being with my friends. but i’m nervous around certain people.”

“like who?”

“nobody specific– don’t worry about it.” he played it off, making you giggle

the rest of the night you and woonhak barely left the kitchen. he was easy to talk you, like you instantly clicked. there was something about his demeanor that switched the longer you had a conversation with him. he even skipped out on hyping jaehyun to continue speaking to you and making sure you wouldn’t be left on your own.

it was comforting to know that he wasn’t letting his eyes off of you in such a crowded space. but you could barely realize that he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. you looked so perfect in the multicolor lights that flashed nearby.

you quickly lost track of the time, so entranced by him, that you didn’t notice the slow pile out of people. sungho and leehan came tumbling into the kitchen, completely exhausted.

“hey i’ve been looking everywhere for you guys! we’re leaving right now because jaehyun accidentally slipped and ate shit… it was getting late anyways.” sungho grunted.

“we stuffed his nose bleed with some toilet paper and he’s waiting outside.” leehan perked up from behind sungho.

“ah alright we’re right behind you.” woonhak stood up, tossing his empty solo cup to the trash before leaning out a hand to you.

you held onto the offer graciously, pulling yourself up. but when you were up on your feet, he didn’t let go, leading you outside hand in hand.

“are you cold?” he questioned as the air outside made you shiver.

“just a little, this thin sweater isn’t doing me much justice.”

a sudden warmth overflowed you as the cardigan woon was wearing made its way over your shoulders. the smell of his cologne immediately englufing you.

“there, that’s better right?”

you nod sheepishly, situating yourself on the back of his bike once again.

once your house came into view, you felt a little sad. the rest of woonhak’s friends filtered out to their houses on the ride back.

it was maybe one in the morning, but those hours you spent with woonhak would be engraved in your mind forever. you felt stupid getting so attached to him in the span of a day, but how could you not?

“so, this is your stop.” he parked his bike in the grass spot in between your houses, walking you up to your porch

“yeah haha..” you mumble, “thank you a lot for tonight, woon. it was really nice talking and getting to know you.

“it was really nice getting to know you too y/n. and um– you looked really really pretty tonight.” he looked everywhere but at you, still you know he meant it.

“thank you…” you felt very bashful, and didn’t know what to do. so you tried what felt right.

walking closer to him, you took his face in your hands and planted a kiss on his cheek. it was quick, but it sent off fireworks in his stomach.

“was that okay?” you stammer.

“that– that was more than okay.” he places one of his hands on his cheek, his fingers ghosting over where your lips were.

“i’m glad then. goodnight, woon.”

“goodnight, y/n.”

he watched as you entered your home quietly, not to wake your parents. but as soon as you were out of his view, he was grinning ear to ear, running back to his house and kicking off his shoes.

as soon as he reached his bedroom, he immediately went up to the window to see you coming into yours. you smiled at him tenderly before shutting your curtains.

that night you slept peacefully thinking about the boy next door, and you knew he did the exact same.

THE DAY I MET YOU series

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domaslut · 1 year

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And that’s how Felix Rosier died. No wonder he is no where to be seen 🤔

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jensettermandu · 4 months

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fuck yourself good for me - jennie kim

genre; smut

pairing; jennie x female reader

content; phone sex, dirty talking, masturbation, mentions of toys, implications of a toxic relationship,

words; 2.5k

You added a small splash of tequila into your glass, dropping in another piece of ice into the golden brown liquid. You busied your other hand with calling Jennie and putting it on speaker. She didn’t make you wait and picked up on the first signal.

“Jennie…”

Jennie shuddered at the way you purred her name on the other end, biting her tongue as she needed to gather her thoughts because she knew how you liked to avert the conversations. She had things she wanted to ask, she needed answers and she would have to figure out if you were lying or not. You always had a thing for lying.

“Who were you talking to?” It was always the same and nothing ever changed between you two. Your and her love didn’t come with any soft apologies, it didn’t come with talking it out. Whenever you and her tried to talk something out it ended up with fights and nothing else. You two didn’t know how to talk about certain things, you knew how to scream until the words would no longer make sense. It usually only made everything worse. It was easier to not talk those things out at all, it was easier to ignore them and pretend it never happened.

“It’s a secret.” You simply answered, slipping the straps of the mini dress off your shoulders slowly as you continued to talk to Jennie.

She frowned at your words while toying with the duvet. You clearly knew how to get on her nerves and she knew that you were doing it on purpose right now and yet it still worked. Jennie heaved a sigh to control her anger because she knew how to do it. She wished that she was right there with you because that made things easier than doing it over the phone.

“I’m serious, who were you talking to? You’ve been drinking too.” Jennie asked again, her tone being that serious yet soft tone that always coaxed you.

You didn’t want her to hang up on you or get angry with you because you were good at ruining certain moments. She’s told you that before. How you ruined things. You tried to change but things always fell apart for you and it was infuriating how you always had to watch your world crumble to pieces and the only person at fault was you.

“Jae-hyuk called me… and I was attending a dinner so I had my fair share of alcohol.” You decided to leave the party out of the conversation because she didn’t like you going to those.

Jennie’s ears perked up at the soft thud that followed right after. “What’re you doing?” She swallowed, waiting as you giggled softly.

“Undressing…”

“What did you wear out?”

You gave her a different answer to the question as you grabbed the crystal glass with tequila and the phone. “I feel like what I am wearing right now would cater to you much better.” You licked your lips as the alcohol and desires lingered on them. Feeling the heat spread through your whole body while you walked to the bed, forgetting everything else. You slumped onto the mattress and pushed yourself up into the middle of the bed, the only thing missing was Jennie on top or under you.

Lifting yourself on one elbow you let your phone rest beside you, holding the cold glass in your other hand. Water droplets were gathered around the glass as you brought it over to your stomach, watching as you got goosebumps on your skin from the cold when you touched your skin with the edge of the bottom. The cold made you suck in your stomach while you waited for the person you always found yourself waiting for. The one your whole world revolved around because you made it revolve around her.

“Y/n…” Jennie tried to stay on track, knowing that you were trying to direct the conversation to your wants and needs. To the things that worked out between you two. It was able to make her want the same things either way because nothing stayed on track with you.

“I miss you, I miss how you fuck me…how good you make me feel, the way you work your tongue on my pussy and make my legs shake. You know what more I miss?” You closed your eyes, trailing the glass over your stomach as you listened to her heaving breaths, knowing you were able to make her chest heave in seconds. The glass left a wet trail of cold water on your hot stomach, your body heating up more.

“What?” You smiled at her barely there tone, hearing how she shuffled on the other end.

“The way you arch your back whenever I bury my face in your pussy Jennie, how you cry out my name and ride my face…” More shuffling came from her end and you could imagine the way her thighs were squeezing right now and how she was contemplating whether or not she should sneak her hand between her legs or not. If she should play with her clit, her puffy pussy lips while she listened to you talk. Smear that slick all over her fingers before pushing them inside herself.

These were some of the conversations that always went perfectly, the ones that made you both feel good and grow stronger desires for each other.

“I would let you fuck me in all the ways you want. Choke me, tie me up, push me until you break all my limits…I’d do everything you ask for and then fuck you just as good.” Jennie was unsure what to say as her fingers were running over her inner thighs, inching close to where it had started to throb. Her fingers ran over the wetness that had already gathered at her inner thighs from how they had been rubbing together.

“Everything?” Jennie asked, taking in a breath at all the ways she was thinking of taking you the next time you two would be alone. All the ways you would then fuck her just as good. How she would bury her face between your thighs and eat you out until you wouldn't be able to take more, her tongue would work for hours, flicking and sucking at your swollen clit. Her chest heaved more and more with each thought and second.

You hummed, your voice dripping with what was nothing more than something that seduced the second it reached the ears. “I want to feel it all, fingers, mouth, strap, I want it fast, I want it rough and deep, I want to be brought to the edge multiple times…all of it. My body is all yours.”

You bit your lower lip at the muffled whimper coming from Jennie, thinking of where her hand was right now, making you plant the cold glass right above your navel to try and cool down. You’d let her do whatever she pleased with you because you loved it and so did she. You were at her mercy until you no longer were. The way she would destroy you in the best ways possible in bed.

You knew that you managed to have Jennie get lost in your words though as her breaths were heavier, her whimpers were faint and muffled, hearing the shuffling of her sheets.

“I will be eating you out for hours, Y/n…fuck you with a strap from behind, you’re gonna feel that toy so deep inside you that you will be screaming for more as I stretch your pussy- fuck. I will be playing with your pussy until it hurts and your legs can't stop shaking.” Jennie’s tone was laced with wants and needs, small whines and whimpers falling around the sentence as her voice was breathy.

Her words brought your mind to the ways she had fucked you before, to the ways she would fuck you the next time. Letting you know that she would give you what you love and need like always. She always got through even after everything by simply giving you the right kind of love.

“I want to watch you ride it- you’re so fucking hot when you ride.” From the way her voice was changing, Jennie was fucking herself while you refrained because you wanted to wait for her to come and fuck you. You could only imagine how her fingers were working on her swollen and slick clit, the way she would play with her puffy lips and smear her wetness everywhere until she would orgasm. It was making you rub your thighs together.

“I love it when you watch me,” You sighed a hum, all those heated moments of deep passion swirling in your mind. How she would admire, hold you, and tell you all those words that left you wanting more. She’d get off from watching you and you were her sex symbol.

“Y/n, I want-” Her breath hitched and you finally turned to lay on your stomach, crossing your legs to ease the tension. Your fingers traced the rim of the glass as you took the phone, putting it to your ear instead, to hear all the sounds she was making better. The shuffling of sheets and her whimpering moans fill your ears.

“You want what, Jennie?” You asked, she hummed. “I want you,” She failed to hold back the moan that followed and you picked up the glass, thinking about how she wanted you.

“What’re you wearing?” Her voice cut through your thoughts, taking you back to what you two were doing.

Jennie’s voice was needy, desperately wanting to know what you were wearing to imagine you better as she already knew your body by every inch so it wasn’t hard to imagine.

“Black lace.” You said as you were in only the black lace lingerie you had under the dress, knowing that Jennie got off of you even more in certain colours. Black was one of them and lace made her fuck you into a mattress until you were crying for more while also not being able to take more.

“Can you see-” You cut her off, knowing what she wanted to know, knowing exactly what she loved.

“Yeah, you can see everything through the lace.” You confirmed for her and she let out an almost strained whine.

“Can you turn on your camera?” Jennie didn’t want anything else right this moment than to see you and what you had on with her own eyes, her hand still between her thighs. Her palm pressed against her clit with her fingers deep inside her throbbing and clenching walls. If only she got to see you she knew she would climax within the next few seconds.

“If you say please.” You teased, knowing she wasn’t one to plead during sex. It was too humiliating for her, but Jennie had been breaking her own rules and going against her morals ever since she got a taste of the sins you provided her with.

Jennie wanted nothing more than to take part in all the sinful things you did and never begged for forgiveness. The thrill it made her feel, to be with you, to be in your presence and then behind closed doors have her ways with you.

“Can you turn on your camera, please?” She pleaded, going against all her beliefs because you were her religion at times like these. A breathless chuckle left your parted lips, but you had better plans than giving into her pleading.

“If you want to see me you will have to do it in person, baby.”

“Y/n- please, just- fuck- please I want to see you…I’m so close, baby, please.” You smiled at her words, hearing how much she needed you right now. Jennie begging you for something so simple as turning on your camera to see your body while fucking herself. It was how much she needed you to get the most out of her orgasm.

“Love you, Jennie, fuck yourself good for me.” You bid your goodbye, hanging up on her and dropping your phone as you drank the rest of the tequila, finishing it. Too tired to do anything about the throbbing between your legs you crawled over to the pillows, placing the glass down and getting under the covers. You grabbed one of the two shams before taking aim and throwing it at the light switch across the room. The chandelier turned off and your warm body got engulfed by the cold covers as you closed your eyes, everything spinning with Jennie’s voice echoing around the spinning mess.

Jennie clenched her jaw as the line went dead, letting her phone drop to the side as she kept on thinking about you. Her fingers coated in her sticky mess pulled out of her throbbing hole and moved up to work on her throbbing clit unable to stop her hips from bucking into her hand from how good it felt as she imagined it being your hand right between her thighs.

Her sopping pussy turned her sheets into a mess, you always managed to do that. The control of her sounds flew out the window as she let out a series of moans her back arched with her legs trembling, reaching the peak. Your name flew out as a cry of pleasure as the heat washed over her with her other hand gripping onto her pillow for support.

She jerked at her touch, whimpering before she removed her hand from her pussy that was throbbing from aftershocks. Jennie took a deep breath, trying to collect herself as she panted, the heat being too much as she kicked the duvet off herself with her body slumping after.

Jennie thought for a second although there wasn’t much to think about as she reached for her phone after wiping her hand on the tee she had on that was ruined with her juices either way. She licked her dry lips as she would get up to clean her mess in a second and drink water. You always got what you wanted and she was left without any answers to all the questions that she had. She got lost so quickly in the moment that she didn’t even have time to realise and by the time she would be collected you were gone. She couldn't ask you what you had been doing for the past few days or who you had been with after the fight.

With a few words you managed to make her fantasize about so many things, you managed to say so much in just a few sentences and Jennie’s heart was still pounding as she was catching her breath. The only light in the room was from her phone’s screen. Jennie still wanted to know what you had been doing while she hadn’t been talking with you. She knew that she would never find that out through a phone call.

It was close to 2 am when she texted her manager about flights to you.

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Forbidden - KNJ (18+)

Pairing: Professor!Namjoon X Student!Fem reader

Theme: SMUT, PWP, Forbidden relationship au.

Summary: You know it's forbidden but you don't care, not when your professor is more than ready to ruin you.

Word count: 1813

Warnings: professor fucking a student, cumming on her ass, strong language, spanking, slut shaming, Joon hits it from behind, unprotected sex (it's a no no), domish Namjoon.

Minors are NOT welcomed in this blog!!

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Forbidden - “Not permitted or allowed”

There is not a single part of the definition that you don’t understand -- Yet you can't help it.

All of your life you have been an exemplary kid. Be it academics, be it code of conduct, be it discipline, you have always excelled in everything. But you were never nosy about it. You kept yourself humble but quite reserved at the same time. You know well which lines cannot be crossed and which ones can, that too, when you should cross them.

With a pair of big doe eyes and a heart full of enthusiasm, you stepped into this university. All set to achieve your dream degree.

However, some of it changed when this one particular person walked into your life.

“I clearly remember asking everyone to do their own parts even if it’s a group project. Didn’t I?” Kim Namjoon, your physics professor, says with his baritone voice. Hints of anger evident in his expression.

“Yes, professor.” You and your project partners chant in unison.

“But I got this feeling that two of you haven’t even written a single word.” Namjoon crosses his hands on his chest as he supports his weight on the table. Your eyes follow his every movement. The way his chest flexes against his tight turtleneck, it's illegal. You inhale sharply trying to shoo away the intrusive thoughts that are starting to cloud your mind.

“No professor! We did as we were told” one of your partners almost shouts in her defense. You resist the urge of rolling your eyes. You know Namjoon is right, because you were the one to do the entire project. Park Sun Mi was way too busy with her baseball captain boyfriend and Lee Jae Min was way too high to come down and use that one left brain cell to do the project. You had no choice but to do the entire thing alone. You can’t afford to lose points because of your unworthy partners, even if that means giving them the scores they clearly don’t deserve.

“Is that so? Then you should have no problem in appearing for a test based on the project in my office after your class hours.” their mouths fall open at Namjoon’s suggestion.

“But professor-” Jaemin starts but Namjoon cuts him off,

“No ifs and buts. Report directly to me after your classes are over. Is that clear?” Namjoon says in a very authoritative tone. There is no room for any objection any more. Neither that you would ever object, you would rather spend an hour or two taking an unnecessary test in his presence than going home and resting.

“Yes professor.” again you three answer in unison.

“Leave” your professor orders. You are about to turn your heels when he orders again, “Y/N, I need to talk to you. You two leave.” You catch Sunmi rolling her eyes at you.

Your heart reacts faster than your mind. It starts to beat menacingly in an instant and you don't know how to act normal. You can’t really wrap your head around the fact that you are getting a piece of time to spend alone with the man of your dreams, your guilty pleasure, your forbidden desire, Kim Namjoon. You are so lost in your head that you didn’t even notice that Namjoon has been ogling your exposed legs. However, he soon composes himself and clears his voice to claim your attention.

“Y/N… I didn’t expect that from you.” His voice is mixed with disappointment and anger, maybe?

First of all, this is the first time in two semesters’ time, he has called you by your first name only, no suffix or prefix to burden the weight. Secondly, you don’t know why but, him being angry with you sends tingles down your spine. It definitely should not be like this. Had it been any other time, you would have probably sulked or cried your eyes out because you disappointed your mentors but…. This time it’s different. This time it's Namjoon.

You don’t say anything in your defense. You know Namjoon understood that you did the entire project alone the very moment he read it, when it was supposed to be a “group” project. You are no better than your partners. You were on your way to give them free points for your own selfish needs. So, you hang your head low, avoiding his eyes.

He marches towards where you are standing and comes to stand right in front of you.

You curse at the proximity he has chosen to tease you with.

“sorry, professor” you apologize with your small voice.

“I think you are intelligent enough to know that your apology will not be enough, Y/N” he breathes out. The anger and disappointment in his voice are now gone, now those are replaced by something akin to darkness.

“Professor, I-” You are immediately interrupted as Namjoon puts his index finger below your chin and tilts your face up to make you meet his eyes. Another round of shivers run down your spine as you perceive his siren eyes and the looming mischief in them.

“Don’t you think you deserve some punishment?” Namjoon takes a step towards you as you take a step back.

“You have been acting like a bad girl lately-” another step.

“-bad girls deserve punishment and I knows how to treat brats like you.” your ass comes into contact with the first row of desks. With blown out pupils you stare at your professor and try to comprehend the meaning behind his words. He, on the other hand, seems to be enjoying the way you are already submitting yourself to him.

“Profe–” he cuts you off again,

“Shhh– turn around” he orders and you comply without sparing a second thought. Your morals and rationality have feld through the open window long ago.

You turn around and stand back-facing him. He places one of his giant hands on your shoulder and lowers your upper body down enough to perk your ass up. Your heart thumps as if it would burst out of your chest any given moment. Anticipation of what might happen in the very next moment, makes you leak. For a moment you think that you are dreaming. There is no way your daydreams are taking the shape of reality, you ain’t that lucky. But the next moment, you are proved wrong, when you feel Namjoon’s rough hands brushing right below your skirt’s hem. He bunches your skirt up and reveals the supple flesh of your perked ass. One of his palms creases down your butt through the thin material of your panty. He hooks two of his fingers on the hem of your underwear and pulls that down in an instant.

And before you could accept the fact that you are now butt-naked in front of your hot professor, thinking of whom you hit your high every other night, a tight slap lands on your right ass. You yelp, eyes start stinging with tears right away.

“For working on the entire project alone.” Namjoon groans.

“Fuck” you curse out loud.

Another slap lands at the same spot. “For concentrating more on my arms and thighs than the white board.” You gasp for air.

Another slap. “For wearing these short skirts and driving me crazy.”

Fuck, did you really drive him crazy?

The last slap lands on the same spot. “For making me do something so forbidden.”

You are drooling, both by mouth and cunt, by the end of the spanking session. Namjoon massages the fat of your ass as his other hand travels towards your cunt. He drags his slender fingers through your slit once and then parts your folds to gain access to your clit. You start to breathe heavily but stay still and let him do whatever he pleases.

“Tell me to stop before I do something wrong, Y/N” his thick voice causes you to leak more.

“No. don’t stop. I- I have wanted you, professor, for a long time now.”

“You nasty little slut, do you think it’s okay to fancy your professor like this?” Namjoon says through his gritted teeth. All the while, his fingers probe into your cunt bringing a delicious friction and stretch with them.

“Fuck! So tight!” Namjoon exclaims. The more he discovers your tightness, the more his nails dig into your ass.

You moan some incoherent curses and those arouse Namjoon even more.

“You like it, don’t you? You like being corrupted? By the professor you desire? Hmm? A model student like you but so nasty inside?” He says with his husky voice.

“Yes, professor. For you, only for yo-ah fuck” Your head starts to spin when he scissors his digits and stretch your walls even more.

“For me? Yeah? Then do you want my cock?” he presses his thumb on your clit.

“Yes. please.” you choke out, and that’s the confirmation Namjoon needed. He removes his hands from your body once for unbuckling his belt and setting his cock free. Once the deed is done, he slaps his thick meat on your ass. And fuck, you never knew you had so much of juice left inside of you cause you are leaking again.

“Spread your legs.” he orders and you comply.

He enters you bit by bit. At first it's just the tip and then he is half inside and then he is balls deep into you. The stretch is dreamy, far better than what you imagined and you want it all.

“Should I move now?” His considerate voice makes your heart flutter and that’s a territory you don’t want to cross. You nod and he slams his hip into you.

You arch your back. Namjoon wraps his hand on your waist to keep you in place as he starts thrusting into you mercilessly.

The desk starts shaking violently but he doesn’t stop, neither do you want him to. You don’t even care if anyone is hearing you two doing things you definitely should not. With a vice-like thrust he hits your g-spot and your cream his cock without any warning.

“Fuckfuckfuck” namjoon curses as he struggles to keep the pace. You know he is close as well. He pulls out his cock and cums all over your ass. His cum drips down the globe of your ass down your thighs and the scene alone makes him wanna fuck you again. However, he is a man of control.

He let the beast out once and that should be enough. He knows you are a forbidden fruit and he should not touch you ever again. But the question is, can he contain himself? Especially when you turn around and seal your soft, sweet lips into a tempting kiss while both of you are still naked enough to start fucking again? Especially when you are so willing to be ruined by him and the bad boy in him roars to life.

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leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesworld · 24 days

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter One – Disgusting Humans}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER.

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: Alpha White Lion

Min Yoongi: Alpha White Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin: Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 2.4k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: The following chapter contains sensitive and distressing subject matter, including references to child rape, kidnapping, and child trafficking. If you find such topics triggering or uncomfortable, I encourage you to exercise self-care and consider avoiding this particular chapter. Your mental and emotional well-being always come first.

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MATERIALIST

~Valentino Mansion~

3RD PERSON'S POV

Heaven Valentino, a skilled and determined woman, had just finished a rigorous training session at her gym. With precision and composure, she fired round after round at a target dummy, hitting the bullseye every time. Satisfied with her performance, she exited the gym and began making her way back to her room.

As she walked, a voice called out to her,

"Ms. Valentino?" It was her secretary and trusted right-hand man, Park Hyung-jae, hurrying to catch up with her.

Curious, she turned to face him. "Yes, Jae?"

"Someone is requesting your presence," Jae informed her, the urgency evident in his voice.

Heaven's sharp mind instantly assessed the situation.

"Who is it, and what role do they play?" she calmly inquired.

Jae answered without missing a beat.

"Choi Woobin, Chief Executive General Officer," he replied, conveying that the person in question held a position of significance.

"Very well," she replied nonchalantly.

"Set up an appointment for two in the afternoon. If he fails to arrive on time, I will not entertain him. Punctuality is of utmost importance to me."

With that, she moved on, resolute in her decision. It was typical of her to make swift judgments and take charge of her own schedule, refusing to waste time on those who did not value timeliness.

Her composed demeanor left Jae slightly taken aback.

"Well, that was easier than I expected," he mused to himself, shrugging off the surprise. With a sense of relief, he left to fulfill his assigned tasks.

~Heaven's Room~

Heaven's POV

Ah, I knew it wouldn't take long for him to come begging. I could see right through his façade, right from the start. You see, there are very few things that I despise more than tardiness, laziness and liars.

Hybrid abusers.

Growing up as the youngest daughter of the illustrious Valentino family, I've had my fair share of enemies. From the moment I entered this world, there were those who sought to bring me down, to harm me, or even to kidnap me, all in an attempt to weaken my family. But these feeble-minded individuals could never succeed.

Many assumed that, as a wealthy and privileged young woman, I would be nothing more than a spoiled brat with no ability to defend herself.

But oh, how wrong they were.

From the day I could walk and comprehend the world around me, I have been trained relentlessly.

The Valentinos believe in honing the skills and fortitude of their children, regardless of their gender. So, from the tender age of four, I began my journey towards becoming a force to be reckoned with.

By the time I reached fifteen, I had accomplished what most could only dream of. I graduated high school with a flawless 5.0 GPA. But my thirst for knowledge was insatiable, leading me to a prestigious university known as the "Gifted Souls."

In just a few short years, I secured a PhD in psychology, a Masters in business, and even delved into the realm of fashion. I achieved all of this by the tender age of twenty-two, and now, at the age of twenty-three, I am well on my way to solidifying my empire and making a name for myself.

The professors at my university were astounded by my brilliance, bestowing upon me the moniker of the 'female version of Albert Einstein.' But, I paid little attention to such trivialities.

My single-minded focus was on gaining knowledge and establishing myself as a force in the business world. I aim to take over one of my parents' companies, the very essence of the Valentino empire.

People may see me as a woman who walks with an iron fist. When they encounter me, they don't think of me merely as Heaven of the Valentino family, they see Heaven Valentino, a woman who commands respect and exudes power.

Some have even had the audacity to refer to me as the ice princess, the demoness or even the female Adolf Hitler. But I take such labels in stride because I know the true strength that lies within me.

As an individual who values efficiency and productivity, I possess a limited tolerance for trivial matters or individuals who impede progress.

In the circle with which I surround myself, idleness and unproductive behavior have no place.

Vigilance remains paramount, as there are perpetually individuals plotting one's downfall or even one's demise, and I personally acknowledge the latter as the ultimate threat.

Over time, I have accumulated a considerable list of adversaries. The number of instances where I have inadvertently provoked others is too extensive to accurately quantify, such is the nature of my assertive personality.

When confronted with something disagreeable or incongruous to my stated preferences, I swiftly take decisive action.

The ability to discern and rectify undesirable situations is a responsibility I take seriously, akin to the saying,

"With great power comes great responsibility."

In my case, this responsibility is focused solely on my survival.

While some may perceive my approach as cold or detached, it is merely a matter of survival in a world where dangers often lurk beneath the surface.

In conclusion, my aversion to nonsense and unwavering commitment to productivity have inevitably resulted in the development of numerous adversaries.

This is an outcome I readily accept due to the assertive nature of my character.

My consistent and immediate response to unfavorable circumstances is driven by a sense of responsibility towards self-preservation.

Ultimately, it is this unwavering dedication to my own well-being that helps me navigate the precarious landscape of existence.

I felt my eyes narrow as I thought about the man who had recently come into my crosshairs,

Mr. Choi, the Chief Executive General Officer of Seoul National Police.

To the public, he was a respected figure in his early fifties, but I knew the dark secrets that lurked beneath his facade.

Mr. Choi's wife had tragically succumbed to stage four cancer, leaving him without any children to carry on his legacy.

Many saw him as a pillar of the community, a dedicated servant of the people. But I saw through the facade to the truth - he was a twisted, solipsistic man who had been engaged in despicable acts.

It was a revelation that had shaken me to the core when I had discovered that Mr. Choi was involved in taking bribes from hybrid traffickers.

The thought of such corruption within the ranks of law enforcement made my blood boil.

But what truly turned my stomach was the knowledge that he was also a child rapist and a sadistic individual who derived pleasure from the suffering of others.

Only I and my uncle knew the extent of Mr. Choi's depravity. My uncle ran a Hybrid facility called Hybrid Heaven (HH), dedicated to rescuing hybrids from abuse and capturing traffickers who sought to exploit them for profit.

When my uncle had uncovered Mr. Choi's involvement in these heinous activities, he had turned to me for help in bringing him to justice.

With the help of my loyal team of associates, I had quickly gathered evidence of Mr. Choi's crimes. It was not difficult to connect the dots once they realized that a police officer was complicit in covering up the illegal activities of hybrid trafficking.

And when Mr. Choi's name had surfaced as the linchpin in the operation, I wasted no time in setting my plan into motion.

I stood in my room and felt a surge of anger and revulsion towards the man who had committed such atrocities. I knew that he was reaching out in a desperate attempt to cover his tracks, but I also knew that I held the power to bring him to his knees.

With a steely resolve, I prepared myself for the confrontation that lay ahead. I would not rest until Mr. Choi faced the full force of justice for his crimes.

And in that moment, I squared my shoulders and steeled my gaze, I knew that I was ready to confront the darkness that lurked within the heart of a man who had once been seen as a paragon of virtue.

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~Mayás Fashion House~

As I arrived at my company building, the energy in the air shifted as the employees stopped in their tracks to greet me politely. With a nod and a smile, I returned their greetings, keeping the interactions brief.

I made my way to the private elevator that would take me up to the 8th floor where the meeting room awaited.

As the elevator came to a stop, I stepped out and approached the meeting room. The transparent glass walls and doors allowed me to catch a glimpse of Mr. Choi inside, his figure pacing nervously.

I watched as he reached for a handkerchief to dab at his sweat, a reaction that I found somewhat distasteful. Pushing open the doors, I sauntered over to one of the swivel chairs, disrupting Mr. Choi's anxious movements.

"Good Afternoon, Mr. Choi," I greeted him calmly, causing him to visibly startle. With hesitant steps, he made his way towards me and took a seat on the opposite side of the table.

"G-good af-afternoon, Ms. Valentino," he stuttered out, clearly flustered by my presence.

"Relax, Mr. Choi. I just need some information from you, and then we'll be done," I reassured him with a light chuckle, meeting his gaze as he averted his eyes and nodded eagerly.

"Good. Now, let's not beat around the bush. Tell me everything you know about the illegal underground Hybrid dealers," I said, leaning back in my chair, a sense of authority evident in my tone.

Mr. Choi hesitated before beginning to speak, revealing details about the underground operation.

He mentioned a mysterious figure known as Black Eagle who orchestrated the kidnapping and sale of hybrids for profit.

The auction took place over five days at a luxurious resort on the outskirts of Seoul, shrouded in secrecy to all but those in attendance.

His eyes met mine as he shared more about the nefarious activities, including a bi-monthly Hybrid auction where rare exotic hybrids were sold off to wealthy clientele with exclusive VIP passes provided by Black Eagle.

I listened intently, absorbing the information and maintaining a composed demeanor throughout.

It was clear that Mr. Choi was apprehensive, but my focused interrogation drew out the pertinent details I needed to pursue further action against the criminal syndicate.

My eyebrows creased as I listened, a mix of disbelief and horror washing over me.

The thought of such a place existing where people indulged in their darkest desires on hybrids, pushing the boundaries of cruelty and exploitation, made my stomach churn with disgust. The depths of depravity that some individuals would sink to astounded me.

He continued, "Participants torture hybrids to feed into their twisted sexual gratification,"

What the actual fuck!

These creatures, who were part human and part animal, deserved compassion and care, not to be subjected to such heinous acts.

It was a stark reminder of the darkest facets of humanity, a side that I never wanted to believe existed.

As the details of the auction event unfolded, each revelation seemed to plunge me deeper into a pit of revulsion.

"They also indulged in the "hunger games" a concept, where the rarest hybrids were paraded and objectified for the amusement of the audience, they would compete to inflict pain and suffering on the hybrid, all for the chance to possess them as prizes."

It felt like a nightmare brought to life. To think of it was sickening beyond words.

My heart ached for the hybrids subjected to such cruelty, for their pain and helplessness in the face of such brutality.

It was a stark reminder of the darker side of society, one that I had never truly comprehended until now.

The callousness and inhumanity displayed towards these creatures left me feeling a deep sense of shame for belonging to the same species.

Despite the turmoil of emotions swirling within me, I forced myself to remain composed, to listen to the grim details of the auction event with a steely resolve.

The urge to lash out in anger and despair clawed at the edges of my composure, but I held onto my restraint, determined to bear witness to the extent of the atrocities being described.

As the final details of the event were laid bare, the mechanics of the auction and the fate of the hybrids outlined in chilling clarity, a cold fury settled over me.

The thought of the buyers participating in such cruelty, of treating living beings as mere objects to be traded and discarded, filled me with a sense of loathing that I had never experienced before.

With a clenched jaw and a heart heavy with sorrow, I steeled myself to hear more, to confront the depths of depravity that lay at the heart of the five-day auction event.

Despite the revulsion and horror that threatened to overwhelm me, I knew that I had to bear witness to the truth, no matter how harrowing it may be.

I made a solemn vow to ensure their safety and vowed to lead them to a life free from such atrocities.

Determination consumed me, and I pledged to keep my promise, declaring my identity as Heaven Valentino.

In the intense confrontation that followed, I confronted Choi Woobin with unwavering resolve, demanding information and justice.

As the truth unfolded and the gravity of his actions came to light, the shock on his face was palpable.

Despite his pleas for mercy, I stood firm, condemning his heinous crimes and refusing to yield to his empty remorse.

Taking charge of the situation, I orchestrated his confession and surrender, unwilling to let him escape accountability.

With a mix of anger and compassion, I ensured that justice prevailed, even as his pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears.

The moment was charged with raw emotions as he was escorted away, a tearful reminder of the consequences of his despicable deeds.

After the intense encounter, I made a call to Jae, seeking solace after the harrowing events.

Exiting the meeting room, I left the company building and made my way back home, reflecting on the tumultuous events that had transpired.

~Unknown Location~

3rd Person's POV

Two hybrids were drained and weak, their bodies suffering from the beatings they received for sleeping in. Locked in a heavily secured cell, they endured days without food or water, leaving their mouths dry and their bodies craving molesols of food. Heavy metal shackles dug into their wrists, leaving painful bruises as a reminder of their captivity.

One of the hybrids expressed a strange premonition to his older brother.

"Hyung, I have a weird feeling," he murmured, his eyes distant.

“What is it?” his brother inquired, concern evident in his voice.

“I feel like something big is going to happen,” the younger one replied, his hybrid instincts alerting him to an unseen future.

As they shared a tense moment, the older brother hoped silently,

'I hope it's not bad, my dear brother.'

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I'd like to say, you're really great at describing and eliciting all the possible things that could happen to each character and how you keep their original character attitudes. ( It makes me want to cry tears of joy 😭💋) btw, can i've request for Lee hoon,Jeong sana,Jeong soorim, kim Jae-Hoon and Jeong mindeok with lovely girly caring s/o ( Separate!!! like a request about Inuyasha and sesshomaru made by @kawaistrawberry21 ) please .....🙏🙏🙏

When I tell you I didn’t even recognize the names at first, that’s how little I considered Suicide Boy for a request, haha. Very unexpected, I haven’t seen the manhwa mentioned much outside of 4Chan so I’m really glad!! Thank you for the idea and the kind words!

(I’m not sure if by s/o you would’ve preferred a gender neutral approach or a male reader instead, so please let me know if I should replace some pronouns. Using ‘boyfriend’ won’t change the story in any way.)

Suicide Boy Characters x Caring! Reader Headcanons

Featuring Hooni, Soorim, Sana, Jaehoon and Mindeok. And a caring, girly reader! TW: May contain mentions of self harm!

Lee Hoon

Hooni was extremely nervous around you. A complete wreck. I mean, look at you! You’re so pretty and friendly and always have such a bright aura around you. He felt like he’d dirty it with his miserable gloominess. So imagine his shock when you asked him out after school. It was, in fact, too much for him to handle, so he promptly fainted on the spot. You panicked and searched his phone for a relative or friend and found Soorim’s number at the top of the (very small) list.

Hooni wakes up on his dusty old mattress. It was a dream, after all. He rubs his eyes and looks up to see you and Soorim chitchatting next to him. Soorim notices he’s awake and a relieved smile flushes his face. “You got (Y/N) really worried. Way to treat your girlfriend, huh?” Both you and Hooni blush at the same time and you sheepishly wave your hand in denial. “Oh no, please don’t misunderstand. I did ask Hoon out, but I didn’t receive an answer yet.” The blonde boy looks at you with a confused tilt of the head before glancing back at his pale friend. “Didn’t you say you have a massive crush on (Y/N)? Ah, that’s probably why you fainted then.” He lets out a loud laugh. Hooni clenches his teeth, mortified. Good Lord, this brainless idiot! Not only did he bring (Y/N) to this dirty, greasy apartment, but he also has no filter when talking. He can’t live with this embarrassment. He’ll wait until you both leave and bring out the noose. Being dead is the only way out of this. (He was too scared to do it and ended up browsing the internet instead)

You’ve always noticed Hooni’s bandages and had your suspicions, but didn’t know how to approach him about it. One day you ask Soorim to take you home (Hooni anxiously begins to wonder if you’re already tired of him) just so you can ask if he knows about his friend’s…condition. The blonde ponders your words a little before confessing that it’s quite obvious after all this time, but he’d rather just quietly support Hooni and hope that one day it will get better. You nod in agreement and exhale in relief, grateful to know that he was not alone before meeting you. Now it’s your turn to spoil your disheartened boyfriend. You love taking Hooni out to nice restaurants and frequently gift him things he shows interest in. You like to pretend you didn’t pay much attention when Hooni tells you about an item he hopes to afford one day, only to surprise him later with it. “H-how did you know I wanted this?” “You did? I had no idea! Just thought it’d be nice”, you respond with a warm smile.

It doesn’t take long for Hooni to come out of his shell. He somehow landed a beautiful, girly and loving partner and almost instantly his bullies stopped harassing him (he doesn’t know you threatened them in the hallway, you can be quite scary if angered). Here you are, sitting in his lap and feeding him snacks. His eyes wander to the partially cracked mirror in the bedroom and he stops to stare at his reflection. A smug, cheeky grin appears on his face. Maybe he’d been popular and handsome this whole time and he just didn’t know it. What other traits had evaded his knowledge due to his lack of confidence? The potential is limitless. He begins to daydream, picturing himself in a sparkling, expensive suit, swiftly opening the door to a luxurious car. “Hooni! I can’t believe you bought us all these things. When did you get so successful?” You ask, amazed. “Anything for my lady”, the dark haired boy exclaims, guiding you in. Maybe life won’t be so bad after all if he has you with him.

Jeong Soorim

Soorim is very popular and often has to turn down girls that confess to him. He’s not really interested in dating and would rather just spend time with his friends instead. And that’s how he happened to meet you. He was utterly speechless when he knocked on Hooni’s door and a cute girl opened it instead. For a flash moment he almost wondered if Hooni ran away and a new renter took his place. The gloomy boy, however, poked his head from behind the girl and cheerfully encouraged him to come in. “I was just playing cards with (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Soorim, the one I told you about.”

He hesitantly sat down and listened to the story of how they met. He had to leave aside the fantasy lies that Hooni peppered in to avoid embarrassment. The gist of it was that his bullies had once again cornered him during lunch, only this time you made your way through and did your best to persuade them away. You’re one of the popular and pretty students, so the boys just fidgeted with some excuse and walked away. Soorim glanced at you and thanked you for taking care of Hooni. He could feel a nagging throb of the heart that he didn’t really recognize. It was only after going back home and mentioning you to Harim that she pointed out the obvious: “I never heard you talk this enthusiastically about a girl before. Are you sure you don’t have a crush on her or something? Oh, I know!” The older sister clapped her hands in anticipation. “Ask her out so we can go on double dates, you and (Y/N) and me with Hooni!”

Soorim did end up asking you out. He can’t deny that you’re very good looking, but what really won him over is your kind heart. He likes spoiling you and holding your hand in public to let everyone know you belong to him. Hooni was a little jealous at first, worrying that you would now go on to be a power couple, outgoing and popular, and leave his pitiful self behind. Both of you, however, make sure to hang out with him frequently and invite him out. In fact, Hooni feels a little bit like a child between his protective parents. Sometimes he imagines Soorim and (Y/N) as a middle aged, married couple, still looking out for him and treating him to pork cutlet. He mentions his little dream to Soorim and he chuckles lightly. “I wouldn’t mind growing old with (Y/N), that’s for sure.”

Jeong Sana

Sana is a little bit annoyed at you for interfering with his lonely manhwa protagonist. How did Hooni even manage to get two popular students glued to him? He has no interest in using you for his new comic, anyways. Walking around and flashing your girly act to everyone you meet. Hmph! You’d be the boring, stereotypical main character that’s nice to everyone and has no other redeeming traits.

That is, of course, until he accidentally drops his shoulder bag and the rough sketch pages cascade out onto the floor. Before he can react, you’re already kneeling down and helping him gather the scattered paper. “Wait a moment… did you draw this?” He gulps and gives you a half-nod, awaiting to be scolded. “Whoa, this is really great! Are you a professional or something?” His eyes glisten and look up at you. Did you just praise him?

Sana is addicted to praise and affirmation. It was enough for you to acknowledge his skill and he’s already melted into a puddle at your feet. Maybe you weren’t that bad, after all. Have you always been this pretty? He feels like he’s looking at a completely different person. You notice the change in his behavior and are just glad he’s started to accept you.

Once you start dating, Sana becomes very clingy and needy. He always had to fend for himself and is the one keeping his family afloat, so he loves the feeling of being cared for. For once in his life, he’s the one being spoiled. He feels special and appreciated and couldn’t be more grateful for you. Mindeok couldn’t believe it when he was greeted with a bright, smiling Sana. “Having fun with your games~?” He almost called the non-emergency line to ask if his little brother might have gotten some sort of concussion until you shyly followed the young boy and introduced yourself as his girlfriend.

Of course, he won’t just constantly rely on you without giving anything back. Sana earns a lot of disposable income due to his popularity with publishers. More than consumable gifts, he enjoys saving for nice, expensive trips with you. This way he can get away from his slob brother and enjoy spending quality time with his darling.

Jeong Mindeok

You work at the publishing office and often see the blond young boy coming by to drop his latest comic chapters. You can’t help but follow him from your window as he departs and notice he’s always by himself. Does he have busy parents? Lives alone? You begin to think about it more than you’d like to admit. The next time he’s here you ask if he’d be interested in one of your bento lunches and he eagerly accepts. “Oh my, I’m glad you like it. Do you not eat homemade dishes that often?” You cautiously inquire. “Mostly takeaways. My slob brother survives on instant noodles” he mumbles between bites.

The last statement made you too curious, so you offer to prepare something in the boy’s kitchen so they can have a proper meal for once. And that’s how you first met Mindeok. He was taken aback when he saw that Sana brought home someone his age. Isn’t he a little too young to date a?!- Ah. You work for the publisher. That’s a more reasonable explanation. You invite him to join you as you cut the vegetables and ask idle details about his life. Sana is rather unhappy that you’re giving his leech brother so much attention, but Mindeok is thrilled to be treated like an adult. Especially when the conversation partner is someone as pretty as you. After you leave, he can’t get you off his mind.

Sana is baffled upon hearing that you two started dating. What you see in that man is beyond his comprehension, but he hopes you might motivate him at least a little bit towards some sort of independence. Mindeok is even more determined to make it as a pro gamer. You are kind, loving, beautiful, and you have your life put together. He doesn’t want to drag you down in any way. Just wait, he’ll make it big and then he’ll spoil you with the lavish lifestyle you deserve. Until then can you pay for his order, too? He…uh…he forgot his wallet again.

Kim Jaehoon

Jaehoon met you in cram school, where you asked him if he wants to be your study partner. He quickly learned that you’re smart, perhaps even smarter than him, though he would never admit to it. To his utter dismay, while walking towards the station with you, he bumped into Soorim and Hooni and was forced to introduce these menaces to you. He tried to quickly usher you away, so you wouldn’t become any more involved with potential distractions. “I didn’t think Jaehoon would have friends besides us”, Soorim noted with a smirk. “(Y/N), right? We were actually going for karaoke right now, why not join us? You’re done with cram school, aren’t you?” Jaehoon instantly retorted in anger that you’re a top student and have no time for nonsense, but you just laughed and grabbed him by the elbow. Why not have a little fun?

Fantastic. Now you’ve joined the pack. He’s not very pleased about it and would prefer if you could just focus on studying, but you and your damn caring nature just can’t say no. He should’ve known when he saw you spending half of your time helping other students with their homework instead of doing yours. You’re weak against these diversions. What irritates him even more is that, despite all of it, you still get better grades.

Unlike his rivalry with Soorim, Jaehoon doesn’t really feel much jealousy. Sure, it does frustrate him that you’re a better student, but that’s more of a motivation for him to try harder next time. He doesn’t dislike you. Quite the opposite. He’s grown fond of your little acts of service. He’s always been the reliable one of the group. And now you show up with an extra bottle of water (“keep your brain hydrated!”), a cutesy, decorated lunch for both and some notes that you took specifically for him. Sometimes before bed he’ll look over your scribbled pages and flashcards. The little heart doodles on the margins, the pink highlighter… rather puerile and childish, but the fact that you carefully compiled them for him makes him blush with giddy delight.

Jaehoon can sometimes forget that outside of school you’re also his girlfriend. He’s used to seeing you in your school uniform, with a fat stack of books under your arm, so when you show up to your date in a very cute, complimenting outfit, he becomes extremely flustered and can barely mumble a hello. He’s very awkward during the first dates and it takes a long time for him to not be overly formal. “May I hold your hand right now?”, “Is it an appropriate time to kiss you?” You find his clumsiness in romance extremely cute.

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