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slaybinnie · 2 months ago

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Something woo young (from whc) and pregnant reader plss 🫶🏼

Smut or angst I don't mind ❤️

NO BROKEN FUTURE

ׂ╰┈➤ Kang Wooyoung x pregnant fem!reader

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, mentions of violence, slight mention of family violence, mentions of poverty, hurt with comfort, talks of the union, angst :D about: Wooyoungs acting different and it couldn't have come at the worst time. How are you going to tell him you're pregnant?

note: thanks for the req <3 I remember the post credit scene from season one showing that wooyoung was supposed to be in the union or whateva so I incorporated that!

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

Your shared apartment felt cold nowadays, despite the heater running constantly. You ran away from home due to negligence 3 months ago meaning its been three months of living with your boyfriend, Wooyoung.

Things were great at first. When you told him about your situation, he was glad to let you stay at his place. But recently, he’s been a bit distant. It was like he was hiding a secret. You couldn’t be too mad at him though knowing you had a secret too.

You were pregnant.

You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders as you sat on the worn couch. You looked at the clock, midnight. It was midnight and Wooyoung still wasn’t home. You had a suspicion. A suspicion so big you didn’t want to even think it, but you knew it had to be true.

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since he'd started coming home later and later, with fresh bruises on his knuckles and cuts on his face. Stealing phones, going into school early, and reporting to some random man on the phone? Wooyoung was trying to join the union.

Your phone buzzed against the coffee table, and your heart jumped with hope before crashing back down when you saw it was just a spam message. How much longer would you put up with this?

You were already having a bad day. This morning you had morning sickness that was awful, leaving you weak and shaky, clinging to the bathroom sink as waves of nausea rolled through you. You decided to skip school.

You were nervous all day, not knowing when or how to tell Wooyoung the news. Honestly, you'd been trying to tell him for two weeks now, the pregnancy test hidden in your nightstand drawer under some clothes. Every time you worked up some courage, he'd come home bloodied or exhausted, collapsing into bed. The timing never felt right. How could you tell him about new life when he seemed so consumed with violence and danger?

Your hand drifted to your stomach, still flat but carrying the most important secret of your life. You had gone to the doctor yesterday after school, confirming what you already knew. You were eight weeks along. The doctor had given you pamphlets about what to expect in the coming months. You hid the pamphlets in the same place as your positive test.

The sound of keys jingling outside the door made you straighten up, your heart hammering in your chest. The lock turned with a soft click, and Wooyoung stepped inside. His dark hair was messy and he had a fresh cut bleeding above his left eyebrow.

“You're still up?” His voice was rough. He didn't meet your eyes as he kicked off his shoes

“It's hard to sleep when you don't know if your boyfriend is coming home alive,” you said, trying to not sound too angry but failing miserably.

Wooyoung paused in the doorway, his shoulders tensing. “I'm fine. Just had some things to take care of.”

“Things.” You stood up, the blanket falling to the floor. “What kind of things, Wooyoung? Because you've been coming home looking like you've been in a fight almost every night for three weeks.”

He finally looked at you, and you saw something flicker in his eyes, guilt maybe. “It's nothing you need to worry about.”

“Nothing I need to worry about?” Your voice cracked. “Look at yourself! You're bleeding!”

Wooyoung touched the cut on his forehead, “It's just a scratch.”

“Just a scratch.” You laughed bitterly.

“Y/N, please.” He sounded exhausted. “I don't want to fight about this right now.”

“Then when?” You stepped closer to him, and he took a step back. The small movement felt horrible. “When do we talk about this? When do we talk about anything anymore? You leave before I wake up, you come home after I've gone to bed. We're like strangers living in the same apartment.”

“I'm doing this for us,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Doing what for us?” You pressed.

He ran a hand through his already messy hair. “You wouldn't understand.”

“I know you’re trying to join the union.”

His face dropped, “What?”

“Wooyoung do you think I’m dumb? The rumors around the school always get back to me. You’ve been stealing phones right? That stupid requirement to be in the gang?”

“You don't understand.”

“Then explain it to me! Help me understand why you'd rather come home bleeding than spend five minutes talking to me.” You said, taking a seat on the couch again.

“Y/n, we need money! We're barely managing. You had to leave your family, you're sleeping on a mattress on the floor, eating ramen every night because it's all we can afford. You deserve better than this.”

Silence. Well, it was true. Money was limited for you guys. The money he got from boxing was enough. Your part time job at the convenience store was barely enough for food.

“So you think joining a gang is the answer?” Your voice was getting louder now, “You think getting yourself thrown in jail is going to solve our problems?”

Wooyoung's jaw clenched, “It’s what’s best for us right now.”

“No it’s not! Wooyoung, do you know what it's like to lie in bed alone, listening for your key in the door, checking my phone every five minutes to see if you've texted? Do you know what it's like to see you come home covered in blood and bruises?”

He sat down next to you, but not close enough to touch. “I'm sorry. I didn't think about that.”

Well here goes nothing, “Wooyoung I’m pregnant.”

The words hung in the air.

“What?” he whispered.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered again, softer this time.

Wooyoung didn’t say anything for a long moment. He just stared at you, his entire body frozen in place.

“Eight weeks,” you added. You didn’t look at him anymore. You couldn’t. “I found out two weeks ago. I went to the doctor yesterday. It's real, Wooyoung.”

He finally blinked and whispered, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

You laughed bitterly. “When was I supposed to tell you? When you were wiping blood off your knuckles or when you were too tired to even speak?”

He didn’t argue, because he knew you were right. The room felt heavier now. Like the walls were closing in.

Wooyoung looked down at his hands “A baby?”

You nodded.

He stood suddenly and paced a few steps away, running both hands through his hair like he was trying to wake himself up from a dream.

“Are you mad?” you asked, voice wavering.

“No!” He turned back to you so quickly it startled you. “No, I’m not mad. I’m just… shit, Y/N, I didn’t expect this.”

“I didn’t either.”

“Are you…do you want to keep it?” he asked cautiously, voice cracking halfway through the question.

You looked at him and your hands drifted to your stomach again as you nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

He exhaled sharply, walking back toward you. He sat beside you again, this time close enough for your knees to touch. He was quiet, hands resting on his thighs, his eyes locked on the floor. “I don’t know how to be a dad.”

“I don’t know how to be a mom either,” you whispered, eyes burning. “But I’m scared all the time, and I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I’ve been so alone, Wooyoung.”

His hand reached out slowly and hesitantly to settle over yours. “I’m sorry.”

“If you’re really sorry, I need you to stop doing shit to join the union. I need you present. Our baby can’t have a dad who’s in jail or dead.”

“I can try.”

“Don’t try. Do.”

He nodded quickly. “I’m here. I’m here now. I’ll figure something out. I’ll start looking for something. I’ll go back to training to do boxing full-time.”

You smiled slightly, leaning in to kiss his chapped lips. He kissed back, softly. When you pulled away you looked into his eyes. “You’re gonna be a dad,” you murmured.

“I know,” he whispered back, eyes squeezed shut. “And I want to be. I want to be good at it.”

“You will.”

You leaned into him, resting your forehead against his shoulder. He smelled like sweat and blood and the cold night air, but underneath it was something warm. Familiar. Home. He wasn’t perfect. At all. But neither were you.

You’d do anything to not have a broken future.

Thanks for reading <3 !

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slaybinnie · 2 months ago

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I love your whc stuff!!! ❤️Pls could you do some kang woo young stuff...maybe some smut ??

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ׂDITCHING FOR KISSES

ׂ╰┈➤ Kang Wooyoung x fem!reader

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), slight possessiveness, explicit language.

about: Wooyoung is feared at school but behind the scenes he's protective and hopelessly in love. He'll even ditch for you.

note: anon 🌺, thanks for requesting wooyoung :) so fun writing for someone new! hope you love ittt

WORD COUNT: 2K <3

The classroom was loud with chatter, that was until Kang Wooyoung walked in. The chatter died down as he moved in the room. The wandering eyes in the class tracked him with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. Everyone at school knew Wooyoing as the strong boxer. The one not to fuck with. So every time he entered a room, people were curious to what he was doing, even in just a classroom.

You watch from your usual spot in the back row as he scoped out the room with his sharp eyes, looking to see if you made it to class yet. When his eyes find yours, he softens immediately. The corner of his mouth quirked up into a smile as he made his way to you until he noticed someone sitting in the seat directly next to you.

“Move,” he says to the guy sitting next to you, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“But I was here first-”

“Hey. I wasn't asking.” Wooyoung's voice dropped lower, threatening. The guy jumped up and gathered his things, not daring to argue back. Wooyoung settled into the newly empty seat and looked at you.

“You didn't have to do that,” you scolded, pulling out your notebook.

“He was in my seat.”

“It's not assigned seating.”

Wooyoung turned to fully look at you now. “Anywhere next to you is my seat.”

Your face started to feel warm at his words. Three months of dating him, and he still says things that make you get butterflies. The possessiveness should probably bother you more than it does. Honestly, you find yourself being thrilled by how much he wants to be near you. You secretly love how much he’d go through to make anything happen for you.

The homeroom teacher entered the class, getting everyone's attention so they could start the lesson. Wooyoung immediately slumped in his chair and looked at the ceiling, bored. You don’t know why he doesn’t pay attention in class. He’s smarter than he lets on, especially when it comes to reading situations.

Halfway through the lesson, you felt a piece of paper slide onto your desk. You glanced over to see Wooyoung still staring at the ceiling. You unfolded the note carefully.

Skip lunch with me today. Rooftop.

You looked over at him, raising an eyebrow. He was now watching you, waiting for your response. You wrote back quickly.

Why?

Because I want to be alone with you.

Wow. Even his written words had the power to make your heart race. You wrote back a simple okay and watched as the corner of his mouth lifted into a small smile.

The rest of the morning dragged by painfully slowly. You found yourself checking the clock every few minutes, counting down until lunch. When the lunch bell finally rang, you started to pack your things up. When you were finished Wooyoung reached his hand out towards you.

“Let's go,” he said simply.

The rooftop was empty when you arrived, just as Wooyoung said. “Sit baby,” he said softly, gesturing to the bench that overlooked the town below.

You settled next to him, close enough that your shoulders touched. The silence between you was comfortable.

“Did you bring lunch?” You asked realizing neither of you had food.

“No. I didn't come here to eat,” he said, turning to look at you with an intense look.

“Wooyoung…”

“I missed you,” he said simply, “It's been two hours since I saw you this morning.”

You couldn't help but laugh. “We literally just had class together.”

“That's different. I couldn't touch you.” His hand found yours, intertwining your fingers. “I couldn't do this.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft at first but when you responded by leaning into him, it deepened. His free hand came up to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek.

“Someone could see us up here,” you whispered.

“Let them,” he said. “I want them to see. I want everyone to know you're mine.”

“You’re being awfully romantic today.” You teased.

“Is that a crime?”

“Of course not.” You said, smiling when Wooyoung leaned in for another kiss.

The kiss was slower this time, like he was savoring the way you melted into him. His fingers traced the curve of your jaw and the breeze in the air made you shiver.

When you finally pulled apart, you rested your forehead against his but his eyes weren’t on your face. They were on your chest.

“Baby, are you cold?” Wooyoung teased, pointing towards your nipples that were hardening under your shirt.

You quickly crossed your arms over your chest. “Pervert,” you muttered, trying to look anywhere but at him.

Wooyoung didn’t even pretend to be ashamed. He just laughed. “I’m just concerned, baby. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t make sure you were warm?”

You rolled your eyes, “The kind who lets me keep my dignity during school hours?”

Wooyoung tilted his head. “Are you saying you don’t like when I stare?” He leaned in again, his nose brushing against your cheek. “You’ve never had a problem with it before though.”

“That’s when we weren’t in public.”

“Then how bout we ditch? My apartment is only 10 minutes away.

You nodded.

The walk to his place was exciting and filled with giggles. You didn’t ditch school very often but Wooyoung did so he knew exactly how to.

When you got to his place you barely made it through the door before his hands were on your waist.

“Our shoes,” you laughed, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him.

He groaned but let you go long enough for both of you to kick off your shoes. The second they were off, he was tugging you closer again.

“You’re crazy,” you said, even as your hands slid up the back of his neck, fingers playing with the ends of his hair.

“I’m in love,” he said back smoothly.

Your heart fluttered. It wasn’t the first time he’d said things like that, but it still caught you off guard, especially when he said it so casually.

“You’re also clingy,” you muttered, hiding your face in his chest.

“You love it.”

Hell yeah you did.

Wooyoung pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then pulled back slightly and made sure to keep his hands on your waist. “C’mere,” he said, walking backward and guiding you into his bedroom.

He tugged you toward the bed and sat down, looking up at you with that playful glint in his eyes before pulling you onto his lap and kissing you softly. He kissed down your neck while his thumb found its way under the hem of your shirt, brushing against your bare skin.

His fingers frist traced your stomach and then moved higher. You gasped when his hand cupped your breast through your bra, his thumb rubbing slow circles over the fabric.

“You’re so sensitive, baby.” He teased, kissing your jaw. “It’s cute.”

Wooyoung leaned back slightly to pull your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside before peppering kisses along your collarbone. His fingers reached behind you, and unclasped your bra with ease. Probably muscle memory by now. You gasped as the straps fell down your shoulders and the cool air hit your skin.

Wooyoung leaned back, observing you. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I swear, I’ll never get over you.”

You leaned down and kissed him, slow and sweet. His hands fell back to your waist as he kissed you back. When he nipped at your bottom lip, you let out a soft gasp, and he deepened the kiss. Your hips rocked against his without thinking, and he groaned into your mouth.

Pulling away from the kiss, Wooyoung’s mouth made it’s way to your chest. He kissed down the valley of your breast then finally took a nipple into his mouth. His tongue circled your nipple and you let out a shaky breath. He softly nipped at your nipples, making your hips grind into him.

“Wooyoung-” you breathed, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He hummed against your skin, “Say it again,” he murmured, switching to your other breast and giving it the same attention. “I love when you say it.”

You whined softly, burying your face into his hair as your body pressed against his. The room felt warmer now, hot.

When he pulled away, your chest heaved and your heart was pounding. His hands found the waistband of your pants, fingers toying with the button but not undoing it yet.

“Can I?” he asked, eyes meeting yours.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “Please.”

He shifted you so you were beneath him. He undid your pants and slid them down your legs, followed by your underwear. You shifted, a little shy at being so bare in front of him, but he kissed your knee, then the inside of your thigh.

When his mouth finally reached between your legs, you gasped. Your hips bucked in the air and your hands flew to his hair. He groaned at your reaction, and held your thighs apart with hands as he licked slow and teasing stripes along your core.

You moaned, back arching. “Wooyoung!”

He was ruthless. After awhile, his fingers slid in carefully, curling just right. The tight feeling in your stomach was tighter and tighter, until you were gasping and calling his name again and again.

When you finally came you clutched his shoulders, panting as your body trembled with release. He kissed your thigh, then your stomach, working his way back up to your lips.

“So pretty,” He whispered, leaning in for a soft kiss.

“Still cold?” he teased softly when he pulled back, brushing your hair away from your face with surprising gentleness for someone who had just made you scream his name.

You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath. “I think I’m overheating, actually.”

Wooyoung laughed then pulled his shirt over his head, revealing scars and bruises from past fights. Boxing and non boxing related.

Your eyes wandered down his body, gaze catching on the bruises that were along his ribs and the pale, faded scar that cut across his left side. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen them, but they still made something in your chest ache. You reached out slowly, your fingertips brushing against his most recent one.

“Was this from the fight with that guy in the alley last week?” you asked softly.

Wooyoung glanced down, then nodded.

You frowned, your hand still on him. “I don’t like when you come home like this.”

His eyes flicked to yours, “You don’t have to worry about me, baby.”

You softly nodded then pulled him down for another kiss, slowly grinding upwards towards him. Wooyoung got the message and took the remainder of his clothes off, then finding a place in between your legs.

“You ready?”

When you nodded, he pressed into you slowly, inch by inch, letting you feel all of him. You gasped at the stretch and the way he filled you up completely. He stilled, breathing heavily against your skin and kissed a soft kiss below your ear before moving.

You tightened your hold on him as he moved slowly and tenderly. There was no rush. It was just you and him tangled in a bed that smelled like him. You moaned softly against his neck, the quiet sounds encouraging him to keep going.

Wooyoung’s hand slid down your side, resting on your thigh before pulling your leg higher around his waist. The new angle made you feel even better.

“Fuck!” you breathed, arching into him. The the way he hit that spot deep inside you was overwhelming in the best way.

He chuckled against your shoulder, proud. “There?”

You nodded frantically, not trusting your voice. His rhythm picked up, chasing your pleasure. You felt the heat pooling in your stomach again, getting tighter with each thrust.

His forehead pressed to yours, his lips brushing over yours between gasps and groans. Come for me, baby.”

With his permission, you did. You clutched onto his shoulders as pleasure wracked your body. Wooyoung groaned, his pace slowly as he chased his own high. With a quiet moan of your name, he spilled inside you, holding you tight as he rode it out.

Afterward, you laid with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to normal. His fingers traced patterns on your bare shoulder, and you felt more content than you had in months.

Tomorrow, you would go back to school, and he would sit in the seat next to you like he always did. People would stare and whisper, wondering what someone like you was doing with someone like him. But they didn't know what you knew. He wasn’t just the tough guy that boxed and got in trouble. He was a man who loved you and protected you.

When you left his house you touched your lips and smiled. Gosh, tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

Thanks for reading! LMK what you thought! DW I have one more wooyoung fic I will be uploading 2night!

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slaybinnie · 2 months ago

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ANOTHER HUMIN SMUT PLEAASEE!! I WAS SO INLOVE LIKE ILL LITERALLY GIVE YOU MY KIDNEY.

BESTIE I JUST UPLOADED ANOTHER ONE!!! Thank you so much for your nice words like I'm going to cry! I will def keep making Humin fics like he's mad underrated on tumblr... Enjoy <3

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slaybinnie · 2 months ago

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humin fic req: rivals to lovers au, maybe something where he’s nice sunshine guy to everyone but you x he just gets on the readers nerves ending in a spectacular angry/arguing confession scene and maybe some smut?

SUNSHINE BOY

ׂ╰┈➤ Humin (baku) x fem!reader

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), cunnilingus, explicit language, brief physical confrontation, arguing, they hate each other at first lol.

about: Being best friends with Gotak is great... until you have to be near Humin who hates your guts! But it's okay because you hate him just as much. A tutor session and a confrontation is all it takes to get the man you so desire.

note: ANON! I love you for this ask. Hope you love ittt!

WORD COUNT: 5k <3 !

The first ever time you met Park Humin, you thought he was putting on an act because.. Wtf was he even on?

The first time you seen him was when you were working with another person who went to your school and someone who just so happened to be your friend, Gotak. You and him were childhood friends but when you moved cities you guys lost touch. You recently moved back to your old city and met up with him again. You guys got alone really well, like you were kids again. Gotak managed to help you get a part time job at the same place as him. and your shift was flying by until he walked in. It was your second week on the job. It was a pretty easy job at a convenience store. You mostly stocked shelves and helped customers check out.

“Gotak!” His voice was bright, cheerful, and so so loud. “I brought you some leftover food from my house! Can’t let my Hyuntak be hungry tonight.”

You looked up from the shelf you were stocking and saw a tall guy with a wide smile looking Gotak. He was practically skipping as he approached the counter Gotak was at, holding up a container of food.

“Baku, you didn't have to-” Gotak started but Humin waved him off.

“Of course I did dumbass! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't make sure you were properly fed?”

“I’m not a baby weirdo.” Gotak said, shaking his head to which Humin laughed, then turned his bright smile to you, finally noticing your presence.

“Oh! You must be the friend Gotak mentioned. I'm Park Humin! Nice to meet ya.”

You stared at him, completely caught off guard by the intensity of his enthusiasm at nine PM. “Uh... I’m Y/n.”

“Y/n! What a pretty name!” He clapped his hands together, “I hope my Gotak's been treating you well. He's really the best coworker you could ask for! So reliable, perfect and-”

“Baku," Gotak interrupted, “You're embarrassing me.”

“I'm just being honest!” Humin laughed, “Anyway, I’ll let you two get back to work. Fighting!” He made exaggerated fighting gestures with his fists before running out the store.

You stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened before asking “Is he always like that?”

Gotak laughed, opening the container Humin had brought. “Yep.”

“That's… a lot,” you said, turning back to your shelf. You were kind of judging Humin because how could anyone be that loud and happy all the time. It had to be fake, right?

Wrong.

You had discovered that Humins personality was not fake. He was the sunshine boy everyone described him as. His was nice, funny, and helpful to everyone! Well everyone but you.

After your first encounter with Humin at the store, things got weird. Humin got weird.

You had a suspicion. Humin was used to people being nice and conversational with him but you were different. You were short and kind of annoyed by him making him not fond of you.

You were okay with it at first. But Humin was Gotak's best friend meaning if you wanted to hang out with Gotak, Humin was also tagging along. Of course Gotaks other friends, Sieun and Juntae were there but that didn’t bother you. You were more annoyed with the tall load mouthed man coming.

Long story made short, Humin does not like you. At all. But that’s okay because you don’t like Humin either. At all.

Everytime you met up with Gotak and his friends there was passive aggressive comments being made back and forth between you and Humin. Everyone in the friend group was so confused. You guys would make comments that seemed like compliments, but definitely weren’t.

On one particular day it started with Humin saying, “Y/n, I brought extra snacks for everyone for the movie tonight! I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I got you plain crackers. Simple and basic, just like- I mean, simple and nice just like you!”

To which you responded saying, “How so thoughtful of you Humin! I love plain crackers. They don’t pretend to be sweet when they’re actually really salty.”

Humin laughed the fakest laugh you’ve ever heard, “Y/n you’re so funny!”

“Thanks! I learned it from the best.”

The guys started to notice the tension, but they really couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong. You and Humin were always smiling at each other, always polite, always saying nice things. But the boys just didn't understand why those nice things sounded like threats 99% of the time.

Whenever Humin came to the convenience store to buy something or just to pay Gotak a visit he would pretend he didn’t see you until you spoke up.

“Gotak!” Humin called out loudly walking towards him and almost walking straight past you.

On a normal day you would try your hardest not to be annoyed and roll your eyes but today was different. Today was probably the worst day of your life since moving towns. Four customers had yelled at you, the slushie machine was down because a kid shoved straws up the spout and top that all off, you had failed the exam you had studied months for. You were beyond annoyed and here comes Humin to make your day worse. Great.

“Hi Humin,” you said flatly, not looking up from the register you were aggressively cleaning.

He paused mid-step and his usual bright demeanor was lacking for just a moment before he turned to face you with that annoying fake smile. “Oh! Y/n! I didn't see you there.”

“Mhm. Sure you didn’t.” You responded.

“What was that?” Humin said, tilting his head to the side.

“Nothing,” you said looking up at him. “Just wondering how someone can be so observant yet miss someone right in front of their face.”

Gotak came over and looked between you two, trying to change the subject, “Uh, Baku, what are you going to buy today?”

Humin just ignored him, his attention was now fixed on you, “You seem... upset today Y/n. More than usual”

You snorted, “Well yeah, try getting yelled at by grown men and women 50 times and you’d be upset too.”

Humin's expression shifted slightly, his smug smile faltering for just a second. “That sounds… rough.”

“Yeah, well that’s life.” You shrugged.

An uncomfortable silence stretched between you three. “Anyway.” you said, breaking the tension, “Are you buying something or just here to bother Gotak?”

Humin's smile returned. “Actually, I was hoping to bother you and him, but it seems like the customers already beat me to it.”

“Ha. You’re hilarious.” You said, returning to what you were doing before.

“Y/n,” Gotak said carefully, “You should take your break. I can handle things here for fifteen minutes.”

You nodded, “Thanks.”

As you walked to the back room, you heard Humin say something to Gotak in a hushed voice, but you couldn't understand. You didn't care anyway. You just needed fifteen minutes to decompress and catch your breath.

The next month continued like before. Humin would come by the store, pester or ignore you leading to an argument. In group hangouts you’d make a passive aggressive statement leading to an another argument between the two of you. Honestly, everyone was tired of it which lead to the conversation you were in right now.

“This is ridiculous,” Gotak finally said one day when you and Humin had gotten into a heated about the dumbest topic, food. “You guys are acting like children. It’s making the rest of us have to walk on eggshells.”

Sieun nodded in agreement, looking exhausted. “Seriously, we can't even decide where to eat without you guys arguing.”

“It's not my fault Y/n has terrible taste in restaurants,” Humin said, crossing his arms.

“Oh, I'm sorry I don't think eating fried chicken every other day is good!” You shot back.

“See?” Juntae gestured between you two. “This is exactly what Gotak's talking about. You can't even agree on basic things.”

You and Humin both opened your mouths to argue, but Gotak held up his hand. “Enough. Both of you, shut up for five minutes while we figure this out.”

The group fell silent while the three of them texted on their phones, making a plan. “Okay,” Gotak said slowly, “We have an idea. But you're both going to hate it and quite honestly, I don’t give a shit!”

“What if...” Juntae paused, looking between you and Humin nervously, “ Y/n tutored Humin?”

“Are you insane?” you and Humin said simultaneously, then glared at each other for speaking at the same time.

Gotak interrupted you two, “Humin, your grades are horrible. Like, really horrible. And Y/n, you're one of the top students. Maybe if you two spend time together without us around, you'll actually get to know each other instead of arguing.”

“I don't need help from her,” Humin said, scoffing.

“Your last test says otherwise,” Gotak pointed out. “Didn't you get 34%?”

You looked at Humin, who was staring at the ground, his jaw clenched and wow. You kind of felt bad. “Fine,” you said, surprising everyone, “But I have conditions.”

Humin's head snapped up. “What?”

“If I'm going to tutor you, you have to actually try. No joking around. And if you waste my time, I'm done.”

“And no passive-aggressive comments,” Sieun added quickly.

You and Humin stared at each other for a long moment. You could see him going over his options. “Okay,” he said quietly. “But only because I don't want to repeat my senior year.”

The first tutoring session was scheduled at the school's library after school. You arrived ten minutes early and claimed a quiet table in the back of the library. Then, to your surprise, Humin showed up right on time.

“Hi,” he greeted quietly, sitting on the chair across from you.

“Hi.” You gestured to the materials you had spread across the table. “I brought some of my previous tests that got a good score so you can have examples. We’ll start from the oldest exam to the newest.”

He nodded, not meeting your eyes. “Okay.”

The first hour was kind of awkward. You’d ask Humin a question and he would just shrug unconfidently and say “I don’t know.”

It was frustrating but you kind of knew that he was also frustrated. You could tell he genuinely didn’t know. When he finally got an answer right he grinned and said “That's... actually not as hard as I though”

A small smile tugged at your lips, “Most of this isn’t too difficult, you just have to work really hard to fully understand and then it gets easier.”

Two weeks in and your tutoring sessions with Humin became a regular thing. Every Tuesday and Thursday at lunch or after school, you'd meet at the library. The awkwardness of the hangouts became less and less of course but the tension was still there but not as much as before.

You honestly found yourself looking forward to the tutoring sessions more than you'd care to admit. Humin was still loud and a little obnoxious, but when he was focused on studying, you couldn’t help but think differently of him. He'd furrow his brow when he was deep in concentration, he’d tap his pen against the table, and when he finally understood a concept he would put a genuine smile on his face that was just so cute.

Gosh, you couldn’t believe you just thought Humin was cute…

The discovery of you liking Humin.. Baku… was insane for you. You couldn’t understand why your heart desired him but it did. You liked seeing the face he made when he tried to come up with a comeback when you antagonised him. You like seeing the way his eyes lit up when he got questions right. You loved seeing his face.

What the fuck was wrong with you?

Outside of tutoring, the arguing had settled to an extent but there were still some passive aggressive comments and ignoring. And wow, the ignoring hurt on a different type of level now that you came to terms with your feelings for Humin.

Four weeks since the start of the tutoring and two weeks since your feelings realisation you were walking home from your shift at the convenience store. It was later than usual, eleven PM to be exact, and the streets were mostly empty. You had your headphones in and were lost in your own thoughts.

You were about three blocks from your apartment when your headphones died. You took them off and a couple minutes later you heard footsteps behind you. You picked up your pace hoping no one was following you but the footsteps picked up too.

“Hey!” A voice called out. “Hey! Wait up!”

You broke into a run but there were two of them and they were faster. They cornered you in an alley between two buildings.

“Come on, don't be scared,” the older looking one said. “We just want to talk.”

“I don't have any money,” you said, backing against the wall.

“We don’t need money,” the other, younger one, said, stepping closer. “We're looking for someone. You go to Eunjung, right?”

Your heart dropped. These had to be union guys.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Cut the act,” the older one said, “We know you’re friends with Baku and his minion Gotak. Where are they?”

You opened your mouth to respond but before you could even say anything, someone interrupted.

“Hey!” A loud voice echoed through the alley. “What the hell do you think you're doing?”

You turned to see Humin walking toward the three of you, his usual bright demeanor completely gone. He looked like a completely different person. There was something dangerous in his eyes that you'd never seen before.

“Park Humin,” the older guy said, releasing your arm. “Perfect timing.”

“Back off,” Humin said, walking forward and positioning himself between you and the three guys. “Now.”

“I don’t think so, Baku. You know how much trouble I’d be in if I don’t deliver a good report about this to Baekjin?”

“Not my problem,” Humin said lowly, the corner of his mouth twitching but not in amusement. It was a warning.

The older one reached for Humin but Humin immediately grabbed his wrist and twisted, sending him to the ground with a yelp. The younger attacker swung at Humin's head, but Humin ducked and landed a solid punch to his stomach, making him fall over in an instant.

The two union guys scrambled to their feet, looking between each other and Humin with uncertainty. The older one wiped blood from his split lip and said “This isn't over, Baku. Baekjin's not going to be happy with this.”

“Tell him I said fuck off,” Humin replied casually, but his stance remained ready for another fight.

The two guys disappeared into the distance, leaving you and Humin alone in the alley. You were still pressed against the wall and your heart pounding from both the fear and from watching Humin fight. This was a different side of him that you hadn’t seen.

Humin watched them to make sure they completely left before turning to you, his expression concerned. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

You stared at him, still processing what had just happened. “I… no, I'm fine. How did you… where did you come from?”

“I saw you walking alone when I was heading home from Juntae’s place,” he said, running a hand through his hair. "I was going to catch up and see why you were out so late, but then I saw those guys corner you.” He was so serious. “Are you sure you're okay?”

“Yeah, I'm okay. Just shaken up.” You looked at him and saw that his knuckles were slightly scraped and his hair was messed up. He still had that protective look in his eyes. “Thank you Humin.”

He nodded, “Come on, I'll walk you home. It's not safe for you to be out alone this late.”

The walk to your home was quiet. You kept glancing at him, trying to understand how this was the same man you were arguing with for the past year. You knew Humin protected the school, the students, and his friends. But you’ve never seen it in person.

When you guys finally reached your home you turned to thank him again, but he was already looking at you with an expression you couldn't read.

“Text me when you get home safe from work from now on. Okay?”

It wasn't a request and honestly, something in his tone made you nod without arguing.

The weeks following the alley incident were different, in a good way of course. You found yourself watching Humin more carefully during group hangouts, noticing things you'd never paid attention to before.

You found yourself actually texting Humin just like he'd asked. It started as a simple “home safe” but somehow evolved into longer conversations about your day, complaints about difficult customers, or random thoughts you'd had.

The tutoring sessions continued, and Humin's grades were actually improving. He'd gotten a 67% on his last test, which was a really big improvement from his previous 34%. You found yourself genuinely proud of him, though you'd never admit it out loud.

“You're getting better at this,” you said one Thursday afternoon, reviewing his practice test.

“Don't sound so surprised,” Humin replied, “I told you I was going to really try.”

You laughed, “Keep this up and you might actually pass.”

“Might?” He raised an eyebrow. "I'm definitely going to pass! I’m so fucking smart now.”

“Yeah, well, don't get cocky.”

Things were going good, really good, and people were starting to notice. It wasn’t really a secret that you and Humin hated each other so people seeing you guys get along was very odd.

Two months into tutoring, you were walking to the library for your usual Thursday session when you overheard some girls talking near the library.

“I don't get why Baku is all of a sudden so nice to her,” one of them said. “She's so cold and boring.”

“Right? He used to be so nice to literally everyone except her. There has to be a reason he switched up.”

“Maybe he’s treating her like a charity case now.”

You stopped in your tracks, feeling like you'd been punched in the gut. Charity? Is that what people thought this was?

By the time you got to the study room in the library, you were feeling so down. Humin was already there, sorting through his notes with that focused expression you'd grown to like, but right now it just irritated you.

“Hey,” he said brightly when he saw you. “I actually tried the problems you gave me yesterday and I think I got most of them right.”

“Cool,” you said flatly closing the door and sitting on your chair.

Humin's smile faltered slightly. “Everything good?”

“Fine.”

You spent the next hour going through his homework with short responses to everything he said. Humin kept glancing at you with confusion, clearly sensing something was wrong.

“Y/n,” he said finally, “What's going on? You've been weird all afternoon.”

“I'm not being weird.”

“You are. You're being… I don't know, meaner than usual.”

“Than usual?” You snapped. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“I just meant…” Humin ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. “Look, I can tell something's bothering you. Just tell me what it is.”

“It's nothing. Let's just finish this.”

Humin wasn't letting it go. “Come on, Y/n. We've been doing this for two months. I think we can have a normal conversation by now.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “You want normal? Fine. I heard some girls talking about how you're only being nice to me out of pity. Charity case Y/n, so cold and boring that even nice guy Baku can barely stand her.”

Humin's expression shifted, confusion replacing concern. “What? Who said that?”

“Does it matter? They're not wrong, are they?” You started shoving your books into your bag. “I mean, you're a sunshine boy to everyone else. With me, you have to force yourself to be semi civil.”

“That's not true.”

You stood up abruptly. “You know what, forget it. You're passing your classes now. You don't need me anymore.”

You started to walk away, but Humin grabbed your wrist. “Y/n, wait.”

“Let go of me.”

“Not until you listen to me.” His grip was firm, “Those girls don't know what they're talking about.”

You jerked your arm free. “You think I don't notice how you act around me versus everyone else? You're all smiles and energy with them, but with me, you have to work at it.”

Humin stood up too, his voice getting louder. “That's not how it is anymore.”

“Then how is it, Humin? Because to me, it looks like you're the nice guy who got stuck helping the weird girl nobody likes.”

“Y/n, stop,” he said, soft, but firm. “Just stop talking for a second.”

“Why? So you can agree with them?”

“No, so I can tell you that you're being an idiot.”

Your mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” Humin stepped closer, his bright demeanor gone at this point. “You're being an idiot if you think I'm doing this out of pity.”

“Then why?” You asked. “Why are you suddenly being nice to me when you couldn't stand me before?”

“Beacuse I like you!I like you, Y/n. I like your attitude even in stupid situations like this. I like the way you roll your eyes at me. I like how smart you are and how you don't take anyone's shit. I just like you okay?”

“But you used to ignore me. You used to act like I didn't exist.”

“You want to know why I ignored you? Why I was such an asshole?” He stepped closer, his eyes intense. “Because you were an asshole the first time we met. You looked at me like I was the most annoying person you'd ever met. You’re not innocent either”

You stared at him, your heart pounding. “So what? You decided to be petty about it?”

“No, I decided to match your energy,” Humin shot back, “You didn't want to be friendly? Fine. But don't act like I'm the only one who was being difficult.”

The two of you looked at each other, frozen in time before you broke the silence, “Do you really like me?”

In one single word he answered, “Yes.”

You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to kiss you. For a moment, he was completely still. Then his hands came up to cup your face and he kissed you back like he'd been waiting his whole life to do it.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing hard.

“Can we um… Can we go to your place?” You asked, licking your lips.

Humin nodded and you two collected your guys’ stuff before exiting the private room and the library completely.

Humin's house was a short walk from the library, and the hot tension between you two only grew with each step. He kept glancing at you and you found yourself doing the same to him.

“I should probably mention,” he said while unlocking his door, “that I've been thinking about this for a while.”

“This?” you asked, following him inside.

“You. Us. What it would be like to kiss you without you looking like you want to run away.”

“I never wanted to run away,” you said, closing the door behind you.

“Really?”

“Okay maybe I have wanted to. But I’m tired of pretending now.”

That was all the invitation he needed. Humin pulled you to his side and kissed you again. The kiss quickly turned heated, months of tension and frustration pouring out. His hands found the end of your shirt and pulled it over your head, leaving you in your bra.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “You’re so beautiful.”

“Don't get sappy on me now,” you said jokingly.

“I'll be as sappy as I want,” he said, kissing down your neck. “You can't stop me.”

His hands were everywhere on your body. They traced the curve of your waist, sliding up your back.

“Humin,” you gasped when he found that spot on your neck that made you arch against him.

He kissed you down your jaw and then lower, until he reached the top of your bra. He paused, breathing hard.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, fingers ghosting over the strap.

You nodded, heart pounding. “Yes”

He unclasped it slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Once it was off, he pulled back looking at your exposed top half.

“Goddamn,” he said quietly. “You’re perfect.”

He leaned in and pressed open-mouthed kisses down your chest. Your body arched toward him. You wanted him as close as possible. You wanted more. Like he knew what you were thinking, he kissed your breast, nipping at your breast slightly.

“Humin,” you breathed, running your fingers through his hair.

He looked up at you, mouth pink and swollen. “Yeah?”

“Your bedroom. Now.”

He nodded then led you to his bedroom, pushing you onto the bed and went straight for your breasts, instantly sucking on your nipples, making you toss your head back in pleasure.

He sucked, licked, and gently bit at your nipples, switching between them as your hands tangled in his hair, holding him close to your chest. His name slipped from your lips over and over, breathless and needy.

“Fuck Y/n, you’re so loud. I love it.” Humin looked up at you, eyes burning with lust.

“I want to hear all of it,” he murmured, dragging his lips down your stomach. “Everything I’ve missed out on.”

You gasped as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants.

“Can I?” he asked, checking in.

You nodded. “Please.”

He pulled them down slowly and his eyes darkened as he saw how wet you were through your underwear.

Your face burned out because of the compromising position you were in. Just a month ago you couldn’t stand Humin but now he’s in between your legs.

Humins lips pressed against the inside of your thigh, again and again, until you were squirming beneath him. “Humin please.”

“Please what, baby?” Humin asked, teasingly kissing the skin right next to the place you needed him the most.

“Please, I need your mouth.”

“Where do you need it?”

“Humin, please just do it.”

Humin laughed lowly, enjoying teasing you. “Just say the words baby, then I got you.”

“Fuck fine! I need your mouth on my pussy.”

That was all it took.

“Good girl,” he murmured before finally leaning in and pressing his tongue to your soaked center through the thin fabric. Your hips jerked at the contact, a whimper catching in your throat.

“Fuck,” you gasped, arching off the bed as he mouthed at you over your underwear, slow and intimate. He kept his hands right on your thighs, holding you open like you might run away if he let go.

After awhile, he tugged your underwear down your legs and tossed them aside without looking away from you. His eyes never left your face, watching every reaction.

“You’re already this wet,” he said, dragging a single finger through your folds. “All for me.”

“Shut up,” you muttered.

“Make me,” he grinned, then dipped his head down licking a long, slow stripe up your center.

Your hands again flew to his hair, gripping hard. He buried his face between your thighs, tongue flicking in just the right way. He found your clit and sucked gently, then circled it with the tip of his tongue until your thighs shook around his head. He moaned against you, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. You cried out in pleasure, he was too good at this.

“You taste so good,” he said against you, you just moaned in response.

One of his fingers slid into you, curling just right. He added a second one, working you open as his mouth worked your clit.

“Fuck! Humin! I’m going to cum-”

He didn’t stop. In fact, he moved his fingers and tongue faster. Trying to reach you to your climax faster.

You came with a loud cry, your thighs clenched around his head as you bucked beneath him. Humin held you down and licked you through it, not letting up until you were pushing him away.

When he pulled away, he looked like a mess. His lips swollen and shiny, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. He kissed your inner thigh, then moved up your body. His lips brushed against your shoulder, your collarbone, and your neck. He finally settled in the crook of your neck while you both caught your breath.

After a moment you softly pushed him off you, “Let me help you out”

“Dont worry about that baby.” Humin said, eyes not meeting yours.

“Why?” You asked but your question was answered when you looked down and saw a wet spot on his pants. “You came in your pants?”

Humin groaned, embarrassed, and tucked his face back in your neck.

You couldn’t stop the surprised laugh that slipped out. “You really came in your pants?”

Humin groaned again, burying his face even deeper into your neck. “Can you stop saying it?”

“I’m just so surprised.” you teased, a smirk tugging at your lips. “You came untouched, just from eating me out. That’s kind of impressive.”

“Don’t gas me up right now! I’m humiliated.”

Your heart softened at his reaction. Somehow, him being a mess over you was making your chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with arousal. “Humin, I wasn’t making fun of you.”

He peeked up at you, “You weren’t?”

You shook your head. “I think it’s kinda hot, honestly. Knowing I did that to you.”

“Fuck Y/n. Everything you say is hot right now.”

You guys laughed and got silent before you said, “You should probably change.”

Humin nodded. “Shower with me?”

“Of course.”

As he rolled off you and got up you couldn't help but think that maybe being with someone who was “too much” was exactly what you needed. And maybe, just maybe, you were exactly enough for him too.

:)))))))) Thanks for reading! Wooyoung fic dropping tomorrow btw <3

#weak hero class #whc #whc1 #whc2 #weak hero class 1 #weak hero class x reader #whc imagines #whc x reader #park humin smut #park humin #park humin x reader #humin x reader #baku x reader #baku smut #baku x reader smut #whc smut

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slaybinnie · 2 months ago

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heyy queens in my inbox ! i gotchu this week <3 i’ve been hosting family all week and haven’t been able to complete everything i’ve started but i promise everything will be done by Saturday (DONT DOUBT ME)

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slaybinnie · 2 months ago

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IYKYK ───── ♡ 보이넥스트도어 ✦ 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐

𓂃 ﹕𝖨𝖭 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣𝖲, how they tell you that they miss you

──── 0t6!boynextdoor x gn ! r ╱ ⌕ est. relationship, fluff ∿ ˊᯅˋ use of petnames ( 💬 ) quickest texts made ever 😭

‘💬’ ─── give in 🫵 ( tmi i feel like this is the most i've used petnames in my works within months and i don't know how to feel about it )

› BONEDO PERM TL ( OPEN ) ──── @juyeoz @j4d @itsactuallylina @143bnd @fleurhoons @htaesan @macapunoz @pumpkg @mimimimiaa @deeour @s0shroe @mari3s @woonhakntaesansgf

#rec <3

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slaybinnie · 2 months ago

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Weak hero class boys when: you say “i want a baby” ──★˙🍓̟!!

SMAU (social media au)

no gender mentioned

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 warnings: mentions of pregnancy (well duh), fluff & a dirty joke or 2 :D

★ Sieun

★ Suho

★ Baku

★ Gotak

★ Juntae

★ Seongje

★ Baekjin

Done! Please don't notice how I spelled too wrong in Seongjes lol

#weak hero class #whc #whc1 #whc2 #weak hero class 1 #weak hero class x reader #whc imagines #whc x reader #baku x reader #seongje x reader #suho x reader #ahn suho #sieun x reader #yeon sieun x reader #juntae x reader #gotak x reader #baekjin x reader

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slaybinnie · 2 months ago

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your humin fic oh my lord😭😭😭 your brain is gifted i hope both sides of your pillow is cold i hope you have showers of blessings upon you i hope your pencil never runs out of lead😭😭 i’m so down bad for humin i need more humin fic writers in my life 🙏🙏 your writing is so good

I LIT LOVE U SO MUCH THANK YOU!!!!!!! I will try my best to write more Humin fics frfr thats my man.. MY PILLOW ThANKS U

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slaybinnie · 3 months ago

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HUMIN SMUTT PLEASE 🙏

PROBATION

ׂ╰┈➤ Humin (baku) x fem!reader

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), explicit language, KINDA CRACK FIC, reader has boobs, humin has a boob obsession (lolz), dw I don't mention the size.

about: Humin usually seeks comfort in touching y/n’s chest.. privately. But when he crosses the line in public, he’s but on restriction. Oh the horror! How long can Humin last his boob probation? (lol)

note: WHO DOUBTED MEEE?? I ended up finishing this fic and it kicked my ass lolzers but it was so fun to write. thanks anon for requesting ILY. MUAH

WORD COUNT: 5k <3

Okay you admit it, this was partially your fault. The first time Humin had ever put his hands in your shirt was by your suggestion.

It was a cold day and you were both curled up on your couch watching some random drama he had put on. You'd noticed Baku rubbing his hands together periodically with that adorable frustrated expression he got when he was annoyed.

You reached over to touch his hands and they were freezing, “Your hands are so cold.”

“Well yeah, the heating in my house is so bad,” he grumbled, even though you both knew he just ran cold naturally.

Without really thinking about it, you grabbed his hands and guided them under your oversized sweater, pressing his palms against your warm stomach. “Better?”

Humin grinned and nodded, “Much better!” His thumbs traced small circles on your skin, and you tried to ignore the way it made your heart skip.

That innocent moment had somehow evolved into... this. Since then Humin's hands seemed to have claimed permanent residence under your shirts, hoodies, and sweaters. What had started as a simple solution to his cold hands had become his go-to comfort method.

What had started as something innocent had slowly become something much more intimate as time went on. You weren't even sure when it had shifted but soon enough, Humin had discovered that your chest was the perfect temperature for warming up his hands. Your stomach was no longer an option for him.

You'd be lying on the couch together, his head on your shoulder while you scrolled through your phone, and his hands would automatically find their way under your shirt to cup your breasts. It wouldn’t always be in a sexual way, though you were very affected sometimes, but just for comfort.

“Mmm, you're so warm here,” Baku would say, sleepily, his thumbs brushing over your nipples unconsciously.

Sometimes he'd even massage them gently while you watched TV or he'd trace patterns on your skin, and also play with the lace of your bra until you were squirming beside him. He seemed to find some kind of peace in the action which was fine by you. But Humin had a big problem. The problem of not differentiating between “at home” and “literally anywhere else.”

It was fine when he did it at home. More than fine, actually. You'd grown to love the way he'd automatically slip his hands under your shirt when you cuddled on the couch, or how he'd sleepily reach for you in the morning. But gosh, Humin had absolutely zero sense of appropriate timing or location.

You'd lost count of how many times you'd had to grab his wrists and gently pull his hands away when you were out in public. At the grocery store when he got bored waiting in line. During study sessions at the library when he got restless. Even at cafes when he'd absent-mindedly reach for your chest while scrolling through his phone.

“Baku, no,” had become your most frequently used phrase and honestly, the worst part? He has no idea why you were stopping him. He’d give you these genuinely confused looks as if the middle of the campus quad was an appropriate place for his hands to be wandering under your clothes.

Today’s situation had been the most annoying though, which led to your final decision of banning his touches.

You and Humin had decided to catch the latest action movie on a Friday night. The theater was packed, and you'd managed to snag seats in the middle of a row, surrounded by other moviegoers. The previews were still playing when you felt Humin's familiar cold fingers slip under the hem of your sweater.

You didn't think anything of it at first as you were expecting his usual gentle touch on your stomach. The theater was dark enough, and you were tucked away in the corner where no one would notice. But his hands moved higher than usual, and instead of stopping at your bra like he did in public, his fingers slipped underneath the fabric to cup your bare breast.

You jumped so hard you nearly spilled your drink and a quiet gasp escaped your lips.

“Humin.” you whispered angrily, grabbing his wrist and yanking his hand away. “What the hell?”

He looked genuinely confused, how annoying. “What? I wasn’t-”

“You can't just…” you took a deep breath “grab my boobs in a movie theater.”

“Why? There's barely anyone here. And I always touch you?”

Your eye twitched in frustration. You wanted to raise your voice to get your point across, but since you were in a movie theater, you just rolled your eyes and ignored him for the rest of the film.

After the movie was over you walked out in a tense silence. Humin kept trying to hold your hand, but you pulled away each time, still irritated.

“Baby, come on,” he whined as you both got into his car. “What's the big deal? It's not like anyone saw anything.”

You turned to face him. “That's not the point, Baku! You can't just... feel me up in public. It's cringe and inappropriate!”

“But I always touch you,” he said, that same dumb confused expression on his face that made you want to kill him. “You’ve never minded before.”

“Because we were at home, Humin. At fucking home! Not in a movie theater, not at the grocery store, and not at the library!” You replied, turning your head to look out the window.

After a few minutes of silence Humin spoke, “Y/n. I’m sorry about touching you like that in public. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable but I did. I promise I won’t do it again.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at Baku's apologetic face. His genuine remorse was clear, but you wanted to have a little fun with this. “I forgive you.”

Humin smiled and was about to say something until you said, “But I’m going to have to put you on restriction.”

“Restrict- what the fuck is that?”

“Probation. You’re cut off. You’re not allowed to touch my boobs until you fully understand my frustration.”

Humin's eyes widened in horror like you'd just told him the worse news of his life. Well, maybe this was the worst news of his life. “What? No! You can't do that to me!”

“Well, I just did so…” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to ignore how his bottom lip was already starting to wobble. “Maybe this will teach you the difference between private and public spaces.”

The rest of the ride home was filled with Humin's dramatic sighs and protests.

“But what if my hands get cold?”

“Then you’ll wear gloves like a normal person.”

“What if I need comfort?”

“I don’t know, hug a pillow.”

“What if I can't sleep without touching you?”

"Then you'll be very tired."

“But I can’t survive without sucking them!”

“Humin shut up!”

By the time you reached his home, Humin looked like a kicked puppy. He followed you inside, hovering around you like that would change your mind.

“This is cruel and unusual punishment,” he sighed, throwing himself onto the couch, “I'm going to die. Actually die. From sadness.”

“You're so dramatic,” you said, but you couldn't help but smile a little.

“Dramatic? Would if I withheld my penis from you? How would you like that huh?” Baku whined then buried his face in a couch cushion and let out a muffled scream.

“What the fuck is actually wrong with you.” You responded.

“Nothing is wrong with me! I just love you is all.” Baku said, finally looking up from the couch cushion.

You laughed then sat next to him on the couch, slowly running your hands through his hair. He immediately leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut.

“So I can touch you now?” he mumbled, hope lacing his voice.

“No,” you said firmly, pulling your hand away.

“Goddammit woman!”

So turns out Humin was the most dramatic person on the planet when he didn't get his way. He'd taken to wearing the most pathetic, sad expressions whenever you were around. He'd sigh heavily every few minutes, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

When you cuddled on the couch, he'd place his hands on your waist or shoulders, then let out pitiful sighs like he was being tortured.

Mind you, it was only Saturday. One day after his ban.

“You're being ridiculous,” you told him when you caught him staring longingly at your chest.

“I'm not being ridiculous,” he muttered, but his pout suggested otherwise.

“You're pouting.”

“I don't pout.”

“You're literally pouting right now.”

By Tuesday his friends had started to notice his very… very unusual behavior.

“Dude, what's wrong with you?” Gotak asked during a group lunch, watching as Humin stabbed at his food with unnecessary aggression.

“Nothing's wrong with me,” Humin grumbled.

“You've been weird all day,” Juntae added. “You keep sighing and staring at Y/n like she kicked your puppy.”

“She might as well have,” Humin muttered under his breath.

You kicked him under the table. “Don't be dramatic.”

“I'm not being dramatic!”

Sieun leaned forward, “Did you two have a fight?”

“We didn't have a fight,” you said quickly, shooting Humin a warning look. “Baku is just being a baby about something completely reasonable.”

“I am not being a baby!”

“You cried yesterday because I wouldn't let you put your hands under my hoodie.”

“I didn't cry! My eyes were just... watery.”

Sieun, Juntae, and Gotak exchanged confused looks but let it go.

By Wednesday, you were starting to feel a little bad for Humin. Not bad enough to lift his punishment, but bad enough that you were considering it..

You had just gotten back from classes and were in his bedroom changing into more comfortable clothes. Normally when you were at home you never wore a bra. It was just more comfortable that way. Humin had gotten so used to it that he barely even noticed anymore. Well, he noticed, but it was just normal for him.

But now, with him on probation, you realized this might be the perfect opportunity to mess with him just a little before ending his punishment.

You put on a fitted shirt that showed every detail of your chest and some comfy shorts then walked into the living room where Humin was spread on the couch, still looking pitiful. Cute, but pitiful.

“Hey,” you said casually, settling down next to him.

Humin looked over at you, and you watched in real time as his brain processed what he was seeing. His eyes went wide, then narrowed, then wide again.

“Y/n,” he said slowly.

“Hm?”

“Why did you even put on a shirt?”

You tilted your head, like you were confused, “What do you mean?”

“I can see your tits through the shirt!”

You looked down at your shirt innocently, as if you hadn't deliberately chosen the most fitted top you owned. “Can you? I didn't notice.”

Humin's jaw dropped. “You're doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what on purpose?” you asked, stretching your arms above your head in a stretch. The movement made your shirt ride up slightly and pull tighter across your chest.

Humin made a strangled noise. “You're evil. Actually evil.”

“I'm just wearing a shirt, baby,” you said, settling back against the couch. “It's not my fault you're... distracted.”

“Distracted?” His voice cracked slightly. “Y/n, you know exactly what you're doing to me right now.”

You turned to face him fully, watching as his eyes immediately dropped to your chest before snapping back up to your face. “What am I doing to you?”

“You're... you're…” He gestured helplessly at your shirt.

“Use your words, baby,” you teased.

Humin let out a frustrated groan and buried his face in his hands. “You’re giving me blue balls!”

“No I’m not!”

“Yes, you are. You're the worst girlfriend ever.”

“Aw, that's not very nice,” you pouted, leaning closer to him. “Maybe I should add another week to your punishment.”

“No!” Humin's head shot up, eyes wide with panic. “No, no, no. You're the best girlfriend ever. So beautiful and funny. I love you so much.”

You laughed at his dramatic change in tune. “You're being very cute right now.”

For the next hour, you continued your torture. You'd lean over to grab the remote, giving him a perfect view down your shirt. You'd stretch, arch your back, and basically do everything you could to drive him crazy without actually letting him touch you.

Thursday came and guys were having dinner with friends and they still had so many questions.

“Seriously dude, what is wrong with you? We tried to drop it last time but I can’t ignore it anymore” Gotak asked.

“Y/n's still being mean to me,” Humin mumbled.

“Stop lying to your friends.”

“I’m not lying. You're torturing me!”

“How is she torturing you?” Gotak asked, looking between you two with confusion.

“She just…” Humin trailed off, clearly not wanting to explain the situation to his friends. “She's withholding affection.”

“Withholding affection?” Juntae pressed.

“Yeah, like... she won't let me…” Humin caught your warning glare and quickly changed course. “She won't let me hold her hand!”

His friends exchanged confused looks.

“You're being weird about hand holding?” Sieun asked slowly.

“Very weird,” Gotak agreed.

“I'm not weird! I just love holding her hand! And she's being stingy with the hand holding!”

You buried your face in your hands, torn between embarrassment and amusement at his terrible cover story.

“This is the weirdest conversation I've ever been part of,” Sieun said.

Later that evening, you were curled up on Humin's couch, still giggling about his ridiculous hand-holding excuse.

“Hand holding?” you said, holding in a giggle. “That's the best you could come up with?”

“I panicked!” Humin flopped down beside you dramatically. “I'm not good under pressure, okay? I just wanted them to stop asking questions.”

You laughed, and the sound made Humin's expression soften.

“I love your laugh,” he said quietly.

“Even when I'm laughing at you?”

“Especially then.”

You looked at him as the two of you cuddled on the couch. His hair was messy, his eyes were soft, and despite his dramatics, he looked genuinely happy just to be near you.

“Can I ask you something?” he said quietly after a while.

“Sure.”

“Do you like it? When I touch you like that, I mean. Not in public obviously, but at home.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the uncertainty in his voice. “Of course I like it. Why would you even ask that?”

“I don't know. This whole week made me think that maybe you just put up with it because you felt bad for me or because you felt like you had to or something.”

“Baku.” You shifted so you were facing him fully. “I love the way you touch me. I love that you find comfort in it. The only thing I don't love is when you try to do it in front of other people.”

Relief flooded his face. “Really?”

“Really. And you want to know a secret?” You leaned closer, dropping your voice to a whisper. “Sometimes when you're just holding me like that, playing with the lace on my bra or just touching me gently. It drives me crazy.”

Humin's eyes darkened slightly. "Yeah?"

“Yeah. A good crazy. Like I can barely concentrate on whatever we're doing because all I can focus on is your hands.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, his grip on you tightening slightly. “You can't say things like that to me right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I've been thinking about touching you for six days straight and if you keep talking like that I'm going to lose my mind.”

You bit your lip, studying his face. His pupils were dilated and you could see the way he was holding himself back. It was actually pretty hot, seeing him like this.

“Well,” you said slowly, “I suppose you have been very good today.”

“Have I?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmhm. Very well behaved. Very respectfulish.” You traced a finger along his jawline, enjoying the way he shivered at the light touch. “I think you've learned your lesson.”

“I have. I definitely have. I'm a changed man.”

You laughed, “Okay. Your punishment is officially over.”

The words were barely out of your mouth before Humin was kissing you, his hands immediately going to cup your face. It wasn't rushed or desperate like you'd expected, but slow, like he was savoring the moment.

When you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.”

Humin grinned and leaned down to kiss your neck, his hands finally sliding under your shirt to rest on your waist. His touch was gentle and his hands were cold. The two of you shuffled so that you were sitting on his lap.

“I want to see them,” he said, looking up at you with dark eyes. “Please?”

You nodded, and he carefully pushed your shirt up, his breath catching when you were revealed to him.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “You're so beautiful.”

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your chest, right over your heart, and you smoothed your fingers through his hair.

“Can I suck on them?” he asked, and the question was so direct and honest that you laughed.

“Of course baby.”

He didn't need to be told twice. His mouth latched onto your nipple, and the feeling made your back arch. He sucked gently at first, then with more pressure when you made a soft sound of approval.

“Missed this,” he mumbled against your skin, switching to your other breast. “Missed this so much.”

His free hand continued to knead and caress, and you got lost in the sensation. You missed this too. The way Humin touched you like you were his treasure, like you were his whole world.

“Feels good,” you breathed, and he hummed against your skin in response.

He took his time, switching between gentle kisses and firmer sucking, using his tongue to tease and his teeth to just barely graze your nipple. Your fingers tightened in his hair, and he groaned at the sensation.

“Humin,” you gasped when he bit down a little harder.

“You like that?” he asked, looking up at you with dark eyes. “You like when I bite?”

“You know what I like.”

“I want you to say it,” he said, his thumb brushing over your other nipple. “Tell me everything you like.”

“I like when you bite,” you said breathlessly. “I like when you suck hard enough to leave marks. I like when you use your tongue to…oh!”

He'd taken your other nipple into his mouth while you were talking, sucking hard just like you'd described. Your words dissolved into soft moans as he worked you over with his mouth and hands.

“You're so sensitive,” he murmured, switching between your breasts. “So responsive. I could do this for hours.”

“Please,” you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I want... I want you to keep going. Don't stop.”

“I won't stop,” he promised, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. “I'm going to love every inch of you. I'm going to make up for every day I couldn't touch you.”

Humin flipped you on your back so that he was hovering above you. He took a moment to just look at you, “I can't believe you're mine,” he said, his voice full of awe.

“I'm yours,” you confirmed. “All yours.”

Humin smiled and took in your nipple in his mouth again, his hand trailing down to pull your pajama shorts off.

“Baku,” you whimpered when he bit down gently on your nipple.

“Hm?”

Instead of answering with words, you took his hand and guided it down your body, past the waistband of your panties. He groaned when he felt how wet you were.

“All this for me?” he asked, his fingers starting to move in slow, teasing circles around your clit.

You nodded as you moaned loudly, sensitive from not being touched in a week.

“So wet, Y/n.” He whispered, voice thick with desire. “So perfect like this. Falling apart for me.”

Your head tipped back against the couch cushions, a soft whimper escaping you. Humin kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then moved lower again to kiss the swell of your breast.

His fingers slipped lower, circling your entrance but not pushing in, just teasing. You let out a sound of frustration, and he let out a low laugh. “Use your words, baby.”

“I want your fingers,” you whispered. “Inside me. Please.”

The moment you said it, he obliged, slowly sliding two fingers into your heat. You gasped and your back arched as your hands flew to grip his shoulders. “Fuck!”

Shh,” he murmured, curling his fingers just right. “Let me take care of you.”

He set a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of you as his thumb found your clit again. Your body responded instantly—hips rocking, breath hitching, thighs trembling around his hand.

“That’s it,” he whispered, never taking his eyes off of you. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. You always look so good when I’m touching you.”

You felt like you were going crazy, your body wasa over-aware of everything being said and done. “I’m close,” you breathed, barely able to speak. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping,” he promised as his fingers pressed deeper into you.

With a cry, you came hard around his fingers. Your body jerked as the wave crashed over you. Humin held you through your climax, his free hand stroking your thigh as he whispered praises into your skin.

He kissed your forehead. “You okay?”

“Yes but, It was so good.” You said as your body sunk deeper into the couch as you tried to catch your breath.

Humin stayed close, his fingers slowly pulling out of you with gentle care. He brought his hand to his mouth, tasting you with a soft groan that made your thighs twitch.

Can’t believe I went a whole week without this,” he murmured, trailing kisses across your collarbone. “Lift your hips baby.”

You lifted your hips and Humin tugged your now soaked panties down your legs. He ran his hands along your thighs, then leaned down to press kisses to the inside of each one then pressed a firm kiss to your clit.

You gasped when his lips made contact with your core and a soft surprised moan caught in your throat. His tongue flicked over your clit in slow, deliberate strokes. He wasn’t rushing it. He was taking his time, savoring every reaction you gave him.

“Humin,” you breathed, voice already trembling again.

He hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt through your whole body. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you open for him as he worked his tongue on the place you needed him the most. He’d always been good at this but now it felt like he was determined to remind you exactly how much you’d missed this week.

You reached for him, one hand fisting in his hair, and he groaned softly when you tugged. His tongue pressed harder and faster when your hips started to buck into his face, he paused and sucked your clit into his mouth.

You choked nearly jerking away, but his grip on your thighs tightened. “Stay still,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. “Let me take care of you, baby. ”

Your head tipped back in pleasure. Your body burning with pleasure and your nerves buzzing. You could barely think. All you could do was feel.

Humin kept going until your whole body was trembling and your moans were little whimpers. Your second orgasm hit stronger than the first, and you cried out in pleasure.

After your orgasm Humin didn’t stop. He kept licking you through it, even sucking your clit. “You taste so good,” he murmured between licks. “I could do this for hours.”

Finally it was getting to be too much, you were moaning continuously and you were pushing weakly at his head, oversensitive and gasping.

“Too much,” you cried.

Humin finally let up and gave your clit one last soft kiss before lifting his head. His lips were slick, and there was a soft look in his eyes. “You’re unreal,” he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face. “So fucking pretty when you cum.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. He melted into the kiss and his hands slowly found there way back to your chest, thumbing at your nipples.

“Humin, I need a break,” you said pulling away from the kiss.

“Of course baby. We don’t have to go all the way tonight.”

“No! I want to go all the way, I just need a breather.” You responded, kissing his lips.

“Thats fine! Want to watch a movie?”

You shook your head no and pointed to the obvious bulge in his pants, “I can help take the edge off until I’m ready.”

“You don’t have to do that, I can wait. Or I can take care of it in the bathroom-”

“No! I want to do it.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice low, already affected.

You nodded slowly, “Let me take care of you, baby. You’ve been so patient.”

He swallowed hard, “You sure?”

“Very.” You kissed the corner of his mouth.

He sat back as you shifted to the floor in front of him, pressing your palms to his thighs. His breathing was heavy as he watched you, and his hands rested awkwardly on his knees like he was trying not to grab you. You ran your fingers up his thighs, teasing the waistband of his sweats before tugging them down.

Humin helped you ease them off, his erection springing free. He looked painfully hard.

You leaned forward to kiss the tip, just a soft press of your lips, and he let out a shaky breath. “Fuck,” he muttered, head tipping back.

“And you call me sensitive.”

When you finally took him in your mouth, his hips jerked up and he let out a string of curses.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping the ends of the couch.

You hummed around him in response, taking him deeper. Every reaction made you want to give him more.

You took your time with him, using your tongue and lips to drive him crazy. When you could tell he was getting close, you pulled back, ignoring his whimper of protest.

“You can’t come two times. You know that.”

“But-”

“I’m ready, Humin.” You said, cutting off his protest.

His breath hitched as you cupped him, wrapping your fingers gently around his length. You got up from your knees and placed yourself over his lap, slowly sinking down onto his length. Both of you moaned at the sensation, your eyes falling closed as you adjusted to the feeling of being filled.

“Fuck Y/n, you feel incredible,” Humin moaned, his hands going to your hips.

You started to move slowly, savoring the feeling of being connected to him like this. His hands roamed your body freely, stopping to cup your breasts as you rode him.

“So perfect,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “You're so damn perfect like this. Riding me. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, hm?”

You leaned down, pressing your forehead to his, lips barely brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss, “Yes Humin, only you.”

Slowly, you picked up your pace, riding him faster and clenching him in. You felt him deepen his grip and his breathing get uneven as you slid down and back up again.

He pulled you down for another kiss, and the angle change made you both moan into each other's mouths.

You slowed your pace, leaning forward to press your hands against his chest, grounding yourself. His lips found your neck, trailing soft, featherlight kisses.

“Touch yourself,” he requested breathlessly. “I want to watch you touch yourself while you ride me.”

“Fuck Humin,” you said but did as he asked. Your fingers found your clit as you continued to move on top of him and stimulation was almost too much.

“That's it,” he encouraged, hands guiding your hips, “Keep going.”

Your free hand tangled in his hair as you picked up momentum again. Your eyes locked and you moaned at the lustful look behind his.

Your hands left his hair and he leaned down to take your breast into his mouth for the 100th time today. You felt yourself tipping over the edge and you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Humin,” you gasped

“I know, baby. I can feel you tightening around me. Let go for me.”

Humin pushed your hand away from your clit and replaced it with his hand. The stimulation from his fingers was all you needed. You came with a cry, your body clenched around him as your third orgasm hit.

The feeling of you coming around him was enough to push Humin over the edge too, and he thrusted into you one last time before spilling his seed into you.

You collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing heavily. His arms wrapped around you immediately, holding you close as you both came down from your high.

For a moment, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, heartbeats slowing to match, skin sticky and warm. You were the one to break the silence, “Are you okay?”

“I should be asking you that, you’re the one who came three times.”

You laughed, “Light work.”

Humin smiled and kissed you softly. “We should probably shower.”

You yawned, “Probably.”

“You’re not going to get off of me are you?” Humin asked.

“Nope.”

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