sylith

[sylith]

My petition for writers to start writing fics for these guys including Harry, Chris, Yuna, Mia, Sangho, Owen, Jay, & Vinny cause we don’t have many fics for them but unfortunately i hit image limit 😭.

Whorebreaker

[sylith]

chemistry is beating me up daily yall

wtf i cant get up and catch a break.....trust and believe once this course ends ill be wriing like 4 fics a day....this and genshin dropping new lore and characters....uggh too much to do!! ill get back soon tho

THRUSTTTT(owen my goat i will be back shortly....)

his ass is mine

[sylith]

In a world of AO3 warriors, I'm forever a Tumblr Trooper...

[sylith]

i hate shipping wars, like bitch, just draw them all butt booty naked dancing on each other.

problem solved

[sylith]

LOVE ISLAND GIRLS

A little get to know your fellow islanders...@shintaru u've been waiting.....reader is a manipulative and morally grey, but y'all gonna have to deal with is. disclaimer!! i found these beautiful girls on Pinterest and picked my characters' overall aesthetic. I do not own wind windbreaker. CHARACTERS INTRODUCTION

AMANDA "Heyyy, I’m Amanda from hot and messy Miami, and I am sooo ready to meet the love of my life—or at least a man who doesn’t give me the ick in like 2.5 seconds. I’m a Leo, which means I’m confident, loyal, and, yeah, I probably think I’m the main character… well because I am." She winks at the camera. "Listen, I’m not here to play it safe. If you’re six-foot, tatted, emotionally available, and cook like my abuela, then baby… come find me by the pool. But don’t come to me with your lil ‘what do you bring to the table’ energy. I am the table. And the whole damn brunch."

JESS “Hi y’all! I’m Jess from Atlanta, born and raised. I’m twenty-three, I’m a pediatric nurse, and I’ve got the heart of a mama bear so like soft, patient, and fiercely loyal when it counts.” She grins, eyes crinkling. “I’m a Libra, which basically means I’m a hopeless romantic. I love love. Love love. Like, handwritten notes, slow dancing in the kitchen, staying up all night talking under the covers kinda love.” Giggles, a hand brushing her curls back. “I’m looking for someone who’s gentle but goofy, a little emotionally intelligent, and knows how to treat a woman right. If you’ve got manners, loyalty, and a sense of humor? Come cuddle me. And if you can cook breakfast?” Winks. “Then baby, I’ll let you wake me up every morning.”

LILA "Hi. I’m Lila. Brooklyn-born. Model… kind of. I get paid to look bored, so I’m pretty good at it. I’m a Scorpio, so don’t even think about lying to me....I’ll know before you open your mouth." She crosses her legs, raises an eyebrow. "I’m here to find love, sure. This villa? A game board. These boys? Chess pieces. But if one of them plays it right? I might let him ruin my life. Once."

CARMEN "Hiiiii! I’m Carmen, and I am bringing full West Coast energy to this villa, okay? I'm from San Diego, I work in PR, and I love a good flirt—if he’s tall, smells good, and can make me laugh? That’s it. I’m packing up and moving in." She giggles, sipping a fruity drink. "I’m a Sagittarius, so yes—I’m chaotic, impulsive, and I will fall in love in three to five business days. But baby, I give what I get. You bring the passion? I’ll bring the fireworks. Just don’t waste my time—or I’ll steal your man for fun."

Y/N "I’m y/n. I’m here to find something real, whatever that ends up looking like." You’re sitting at the edge of the stairs, heel resting on the step, your hands holding each other, and sitting on top of your thighs. The lights shimmer off your skin. "I think love should be quiet sometimes. Intense, but not loud. Something that gets under your skin and stays there. I’m not big on small talk —I want to know who you really are. What keeps you up at night? What you’re afraid to admit." Your gaze lingers on the camera for a second too long, calm, deliberate. "I don’t fall easily. But when I do? It’s all or nothing. And if you think you’re in control... you’re probably not." A pause. A slow, careful smile. "I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. But I’m someone’s last cigarette. If the boys want a pretty little drama-free situation? They can look elsewhere. If they want something… real? They can try their luck. Just know, I bite back."

[sylith]

I love how you write Vinny🫶 one of the best vinny writer out here! Can you give us some fluff for him? Like him and reader going to arcane but he canonically sucks at games lol^^

Token Me With You

Pairing: Vinny Hong x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff | Slice-of-life | Soft tsundere Vinny canon-compliant

Rating: PG

TW: None

A/N: here ya gooo all fluff no brakes and im still simping over that cheesecake fic lol appreciate the req and hope it hits right in the feels 😚 gotta whisper real quick im so damn proud of this pic i fixed up 🥹 Vinny’s SMILING. like full-on smile. I edited it myself worth every sec

(@kuchisabishiiiii @dzvelinaskebiyars @zyart-jpg @shintaru @sylith )

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It’s Friday night, and the air outside is thick with the smell of rain.

You don’t even need to check your phone to know it’ll pour soon—the sky’s already a dim, heavy blue. But you don’t care. Not when you’ve been planning this for weeks.

You tug Vinny’s wrist harder as you pull him toward the glowing entrance of the arcade.

“You’re walking like someone’s forcing you to come,” you huff, half-joking.

He shoots you a look. That familiar, deadpan Vinny Hong look. All narrowed eyes and that crooked mouth he doesn’t even realize he has when he’s annoyed. Or pretending to be.

“I told you,” he mutters. “I suck at these games.”

You don’t let go of his wrist. “You’re not here to win. You’re here for moral support.”

He scoffs. “You’re gonna need moral support after I crush your high scores.”

You giggle, satisfied. There it is. His pride, always just fragile enough to fall for your teasing.

The arcade lights spill like confetti—blues and magentas painting the side of Vinny’s face in neon. His hair, that fiery curl of red, is almost glowing under the fluorescent wash. You notice, not for the first time, how damn pretty he is when he’s not trying.

Your eyes follow the way his hand tightens around the joystick of the shooting game.

It’s been thirty seconds.

Game over.

“…How the hell,” he mumbles, narrowing his eyes at the screen.

You try so hard not to laugh. “You missed every single zombie.”

“I was reloading.”

“For thirty seconds?”

He grunts and rubs the back of his neck, stepping away like the machine personally insulted him. You slide in next to him, drop in another coin, and clear the first level with ease—leaning forward with focused eyes and quick fingers.

Vinny watches in silence. When you finally turn back to him, the corners of his lips are tugging upward—just slightly.

“You cheat,” he mutters.

You beam. “Nope. You just suck.”

He rolls his eyes. But then, before you know it, he’s at your side again—ready to try another game.

The claw machine is next. Because of course it is.

“That plushie,” you point, eyes sparkling. “The one with the little angry tiger face. That’s you.”

Vinny gives it a flat look. “You think I’m an angry tiger.”

“I think you’re an adorable angry tiger.”

He mutters something under his breath, steps up to the controls, and misses five times in a row.

“Don’t talk to me,” he grumbles.

You’re laughing now, hands pressed to your cheeks, eyes crinkled.

But then he says, “Close your eyes.”

You blink.

“…What?”

“Just. Close them.”

So you do.

You hear coins clinking. Plastic thuds. A soft curse.

And then—

A tiny plushie presses against your chest. It’s not the tiger. It’s a crooked little bear with one ear bigger than the other.

It’s ugly.

And somehow it’s the best thing anyone’s ever given you.

You open your eyes.

“I got it by accident,” he lies, looking away. “It dropped with the other one.”

You’re smiling so wide it hurts. “Thanks, Vin.”

He says nothing.

But his ears are red.

Later, you share a cheap bowl of udon from the food stall just outside the arcade. You both eat from the same bowl. He pretends not to notice when your chopsticks touch his. You pretend not to see how he saves the soft-boiled egg for you.

The rain starts on the walk home.

Not a downpour—just a soft, whispering kind of drizzle. The kind that clings to your hair and clothes and turns the city gold beneath the streetlights.

Vinny shrugs off his jacket without a word and drapes it over your head.

“I’m not gonna melt,” you say.

“You’re stupid,” he says.

You peek up at him through wet lashes.

“Say that again.”

“I said—”

“Stupid,” you echo with a grin. “Suits you better.”

His ears turn red again.

You love doing that.

The elevator dings softly at the 12th floor of your building. You step inside, shoes squeaking, the ugly bear plushie cradled in your arms.

Vinny lingers near the door, like he’s not sure if he should stay.

You nudge him with your shoulder.

“Come up. I have cheesecake.”

He pauses.

“You bought it for yourself?”

“Nope.”

“…You bought it for me?”

“Nope.”

He scoffs. “Then I’m not coming.”

You pull the puppy eyes card.

He caves immediately.

On your couch, you both sit cross-legged, wet hair dampening the cushions.

You pass him a plastic fork and the 7-Eleven cheesecake you bought that morning just in case—just in hope—he’d show up tonight.

He takes one bite.

“…Tastes like cardboard.”

You snort. “Shut up and eat it.”

He does.

You’re quiet for a moment. Rain tapping softly against the window. Arcade tokens still in your coat pocket. The plushie sitting between you.

Vinny’s voice breaks the silence.

“…Don’t get used to this.”

You glance at him.

“What?”

He’s looking at the ceiling, eyes unreadable.

“This kind of… stupid couple stuff.”

You smile gently.

“Too late.”

He finally meets your eyes.

And when you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek—quick, featherlight, just a thank you—he doesn’t flinch.

Just mutters:

“…Idiot.”

But he doesn’t stop you when you rest your head on his shoulder.

And when you fall asleep like that, with the glow of the city outside and the arcade lights still dancing behind your eyelids—

You don’t see him smiling.

But he is.

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[sylith]

Secret work and amusement park

Pairing: Hyuk x reader

Tags: established rs, confusion, fluff

Note: have you ever wondered where he got this rabbit mask, fuck?

@shintaru @dzvelinaskebiyars @sylith @kuchisabishiiiii @mscatheart

even if you had been together with Hyuk for months, you didn't know what he did for a living. he never went into detail about his work, just looked away and brushed it off, telling you "it's just a regular job that covers the bills" and that was it. he didn't share any more information with you or his best friend, Wooin.

you went through so many options, maybe it was illegal racing or drug delivery? because you knew he could do it, some confidence in your heart screamed it, because Hyuk was so often absent on weekends or returning home late at night sending you a simple text that he was already home.

he was always like that, not telling you about certain things about himself, avoiding amusement parks or public places. and after several attempts to find out, you gave up, stopped asking, and accepted that he might indeed be involved in illegal work. anyway, what else could you have done?

On one of your days off, you're getting ready in front of the mirror, preparing to go on a walk with your friends to an amusement park that you've been wanting to visit for a long time, and your classmates have gotten you some tickets. You fix your hair one last time and take a good photo to send it to Hyuk with a caption saying that you're going to the amusement park. In any case, he's at work right now, and you won't be able to meet until later in the evening.

you've been waiting for this day for a long time, hoping to get some themed treats and visit a few attractions with your friends, and it seemed like nothing could ruin your mood. However, something happened. Or rather, someone. A park employee dressed as a white rabbit, inviting others to ride the attractions and take photos.

As you passed by, he couldn't leave you alone. He started walking around, twirling his large rabbit mask, and waving his arms, causing others to laugh.

"Is that a cafe? Do you want us to go inside?" You ask politely, trying to hide your awkwardness as you look at him, as he shakes his head, "No? Then what do you want?" Perhaps the main problem was that you didn't understand what he wanted from you, because he remained silent and just hovered around.

he points his paw at a heart-shaped stand with heart-shaped balloons for photos, "oh, sorry, but I'm already in a relationship" You laugh awkwardly, waving him off, and it's fun to take a photo, but you didn't want to do it without Hyuk. You turn to leave, but you feel a soft fabric wrap around your waist, lifting you into the air.

you're being carried like a toy to the booth to take a picture with you, and before you can protest, you hear a muffled voice from under the big suit, "just take one picture with me." You recognize it when you turn your head, "Hyuk?"

he doesn't say anything to you as he puts you back on the ground, placing a large paw on your head and gesturing for your friends to take photos of you. It all seems to happen so quickly that you don't have time to process the information as the rabbit guy walks away to join others, leaving you surrounded by your laughing friends who show you the photos, but you don't look. All you can do is watch his retreating back as he approaches others, disappearing into the vast crowd.

you turn your head to your friends, starting to look at the photos, you look so confused there that it's funny. was it really Hyuk? or did you just imagine it? still, it's so noisy here, so many people, and his voice was muffled.

when you're walking to the fear room with your friends, as you had planned to visit one of the popular quests, you write one message for him, "was it you?" without any explanation or specifics, and the response comes surprisingly quickly, "what are you talking about?"

this leaves you in a daze, did you really think it was your boyfriend? "the guy in the rabbit costume took me to take a picture with him at the love booth. I thought it was you" you look at your phone, awkwardly covering your face, as if you're confessing something shameful, waiting for a response, but Hyuk leaves you on read without sending any reply.

damn it, did you just mix things up or accidentally make him jealous? that wasn't part of your plan. so, after sending the last message to him, you enter the horror room with your friends. while you're supposed to be running away from monsters, being scared by the decorations, and solving riddles, you're a bit distracted by the situation, and you couldn't even use your phone to check for a response from Hyuk for an hour or so.

so when the theme game ends, you walk over to your stuff, picking up your phone and quickly opening the chat with him. just one message. “when you’re done, I’ll pick you up at the exit”

you don’t know if he’s angry or not, but you agree with him. the rest of the day passes in a daze as your thoughts keep returning to that moment, and so when you say goodbye to your friends, you wait at the exit of the park, letting Hyuk know that you’re done. he arrives quickly.

only his arrival doesn't come from the road or the parking lot, he comes out of the amusement park gates, walking towards you in silence. It takes only a few seconds for your mind to process before the realization bulb in your head turns red, "It was you, you tricked me!"

He snorts, patting you on the head, "How could I miss out on this opportunity to have fun with my girlfriend?" This leaves you speechless, staring at his face with a blank expression, "Seriously? You're just!–"

"Do you want to try some macaroon?" he pulls you by the hand, nodding to the guards who seem to know him, leading you through the crowd that has begun to thin out as it's getting close to closing time. "Do you think it's funny to play tricks on me like this?"

"Yes, it is" he looks at you over his shoulder, pulling you closer and wrapping his arm around your waist, causing you to sigh but not resist, "So you work here?"

he nods at you briefly as he walks through a few stalls to lead you to the candy stall, taking a few promised pastries in a long package and your favorite drink. that bastard knows you all too well.

and maybe you should have been a little annoyed with him for pretending not to know, for putting on a little show for you, but you're glad it's a legitimate job.

it's even kind of cute for someone like him.

"why didn't you tell me you worked here?" you look up at him, grabbing the straw of your drink to take a few sips, "because you would have teased me and it would have been a little embarrassing"

you snort as he wraps his arms around your back, taking a package of small cakes to take one and put it in his mouth, resting his head on your shoulder, "but I couldn't resist when I saw you here"

it makes you laugh quietly at his words, when he could be so tenacious and cute.

but that doesn't mean you won't tease him now, especially after his little performance.

"next time we'll come here together and take a normal photo without a costume" you snort, rubbing your head against his as his arms tighten around your waist, "no"

"why?" you twist the straw in your hands, glancing at the people walking around, heading towards the exit as most of the stalls are taking their last customers and preparing to close, "other employees will see us"

"oh, are you embarrassed?" you smile at him, placing the macaroon between your lips, passing it to him as he raises his head to you, grabbing the pastry with his mouth, sharing the sweetness between you "just be quiet"

and I call you "bunny", my fluffy bunny

MASTERLIST

[sylith]

Fortune cookies

"Will you go to the festival with me?"

Pairing: Kaneshiro x reader

Tags: wlw, unexpressed feelings, disturbing thoughts!Reader, veiled confession

Note: If you knew how much I want to get into tits now, you would die, do I really ask so much, why the fuck is there so little work with her

fortune cookies part1 with Oliver

@shintaru @sylith @dzvelinaskebiyars @mscatheart @kuchisabishiiiii

"What do you have?" You tilt your head to the side, looking over Kaneshiro's shoulder as she breaks open a cookie to reveal a small piece of paper inside with a prediction that you both received at the cafe.

"Hmm, it says that the only thing more beautiful than fireworks is the eyes you're in love with" she chuckles, handing you the paper and taking out the glued sticks, breaking them to take something from the table.

"that sounds romantic" you put the paper aside, looking at it out of the corner of your eye. she looks so graceful, even when she's moving so naturally and not doing anything special, just taking some rice from her plate, "I don't have anything special. just a wish for good luck"

Kaneshiro looks at you, long and piercingly, as if he wants to make sure of your words, searching for a hidden meaning that makes you swallow, turn away, and lean over your bowl to scoop up a spoonful of ramen. "There's a festival tomorrow, would you like to go?"

"with you? Won't you be with Ryohei?" you hum in response, frowning slightly at the thought of him being close to her. While you had great respect for him, but spending so much time with the girl you're in love with made you feel annoyed.

And there was no way you could tell her about it. You two were just friends. What if she rejected you after your confession or found you repulsive? How does it feel for a girl to love a girl?

"No, just the two of us" you turn your eyes towards her a little more sharply, your hand frozen in the air, your lips almost touching the broth. She said it so casually, so easily, and with no hidden meaning. You could have taken it as a date, imagined something more than just a walk to the festival between two girls, but would that have been right?

no, you couldn't do that, "yes... let's go" you put a spoonful in your mouth, trying not to look at her, not noticing her long gaze on you until she tucks your hair behind your ear. It makes you shudder, freeze, and hold your breath to calm your racing heart when she's so close, when she touches you like that with such ease, leaning into your ear and whispering a simple "then I'll meet you at the house tomorrow"

and you cursed every part of yourself as you tried to hide your embarrassment. would it be wrong to love your friend? your eyes drift to the small piece of paper on the table, reading the text in your head again, "..the eyes you're in love with" you say it so softly that the words are barely audible as she continues to stare at you, still so close.

you grab the fabric of your pants with your hand, trying to focus your eyes in front of you, "Are you in love?" it's wrong to ask her like that, to feel both hopeful that it could be you and desperate if it's not.

"maybe it's important?" she moves away, rests her head on her hand, looks away, runs her eyes over the people inside the cafe, "no, not at all." You just shake your head, fiddling with a spoon in the plate in front of you, thinking about your prediction.

luck. It seems so simple. but the topic of your love for her, not as a friend, but as a girl you wanted to kiss and hold so tenderly, was too overwhelming for your heart as you dwelled on every little foolishness associated with her.

so it was so hard to stop thinking about that prediction even the next day when you were going to the festival with her. you even put on your best kimono in the best tradition and messed up your hair with the best hairpin to make it look good. could you be the person she's in love with? because the "maybe" that came so easily from her mouth is too much for you.

you check yourself one more time in the mirror, read the message from her about the time of the meeting, leave the house to find her in front of you. as always so elegant in her prostata. black kimono with patterns, her hair styled, a cigarette pressed to her lips as she looks at your appearance. silent and does not say anything, embraces with her eyes every detail of your image, making you stop in front of her like a deer looking at the headlights of a car.

"You look good" she says, exhaling smoke from her mouth and tapping her cigarette on the fence to throw it into a nearby trash bag. "So do you.." you say, walking up to her and taking her arm as you head towards the streets where the festivities are taking place.

The streets are decorated with paper lanterns, beautiful garlands, and the smell of food in the air as you pull Kaneshiro by the hand through the alleyways of the streets between the food stalls to get some for you, with many people in costumes and lots of music and dancing that the two of you watch in the crowd, giggling at each other's jokes.

But with each passing hour, with each passing minute, as the sky darkens and the light of the streetlamps begins to prevail, your heart grows restless. Should you confess my feelings to her, or will it only ruin everything between us?

you look at her again, how her hair moves with the little wind, how she pulls you to a small Japanese garden with a pond, where you stop on a small bridge looking down at the orange fish. the sun has already completely disappeared from the horizon, the noise of the music is left behind, when you are left alone together, escaping from everyone.

the two of you are silent as you lean towards the fish, playing with your fingers in the water, disturbing the surface. Kaneshiro watches quietly, sitting next to you, resting her head on her hand, looking down at your reflection in the water, which is constantly distorted.

"You seem to be thinking a lot today" you knew she would notice, but there was nothing you could do about it. You'd like to leave it unanswered, to brush it off, but the truth is that it's difficult to lie to her and to your own heart, hiding these feelings and sinking into a pit of anxious thoughts. "You know, sometimes I feel like I want to disappear.."

you fall silent, once again running the donut of your fingers across the surface of the water, stirring the water as Kaneshiro waits for your answer patiently, watching you and the movement of your hands, "..I'm so in love it hurts"

and finally you look at her, meeting her gaze head-on. you don't say anything more, but you know she understands what you're saying, she's always been like that, knowing more, feeling stronger.

Kaneshiro is silent, her eyes roaming over your face, and you're so excited that you don't even notice her shallow breaths as the fireworks begin to explode in the sky, causing you to turn your head with a long pause. She gazes at the lights reflecting in your eyes and running across your face, reaching out to place her hand on your cheek and leaving a brief kiss on the corner of your lips.

"I don't want you to disappear, stay by my side" and even though she speaks so softly, you can hear every word resonating in your heart.

"will you let me?" You put your hand on her arm, close your eyes, cuddle up to her, rub your cheek against her, "you're so much more beautiful than the moon that I die every time I look into your eyes"

and that's enough to give you a second wind, when she speaks, to press your lips to hers, feeling the smell of sweetness and tobacco around her, to the sound of fireworks in the sky.

and maybe those silly cookie predictions you shared together were true, because neither of you is planning on leaving the other.

"Is the moon beautiful today?" It's a confession in Japanese. If answer "so beautiful that can die", it speaks of the reciprocity of feelings. I played a little with this confession and got something else. in short, eat what I give

MASTERLIST

[sylith]

Don't ruin your manicure

Pairing: Wooin x reader 18+

Tags: SMUT, sucking, established rs, facial cum

Note: she sucks me while the nail polish dries on nails

@shintaru @sylith @mscatheart @kuchisabishiiiii @zyart-jpg dividers by @cafekitsune

"Yes, you're doing well—" Wooin tilts his head back, closing his eyes, when he puts pressure on your head so that you can take his dick in your mouth.

You close your eyes, trying to wrap your lips around him completely, swallowing his cock as you press against the base. You spread your fingers, trying not to touch him, because your nail polish is still wet and not set.

Wooin chuckles a little at you, looking down from under his brow, thrusting his hips at you, making you cry out, but it's muffled with his cock in your mouth as you bury your nose in his groin, closing your eyes. He wraps his fist in your hair, pulls your face up, and pulls you away from his dick with a wet sound, leaving a trail of saliva as you gasp, "You'll have to work hard not to ruin your manicure, princess"

and you could be indignant, but you swallow your saliva mixed with his pre-cum as he pulls you back again. You stick out your tongue, shaking your head to move from the base to the top, twisting your tongue, pressing your palms against his thighs so that your nails don't touch, and playing with the metal piercing that runs through the ridge of the head.

you wrap your lips around his dick again, sucking it in, blowing air into your cheeks, pulling your head down, breathing through your nose, "fuck, baby–" he moans, spreading his legs even wider, running his fingers through your hair, combing it back, and placing two hands on the back of your head, interlacing his fingers, "you always look so good on your knees in front of me, I'm almost in love—oh, fuck, yes, like this"

you're mumbling, leaving a vibration on his skin, feeling the cold little metal in your throat, rocking your head along its length, up and down as your saliva drips down your chin, maintaining this slow rhythm but swallowing it whole.

you want to grab him, squeeze his hips in your hands, or help yourself with your hand, moving it over his dick, faster, rougher, but you can't, too worried about the nail polish, when the smell is in the air, "come on, babygirl, increase the speed" he grins, pressing your head with his hands, forcing you to increase the speed, thrusting his hips into your mouth.

yeah this view of you sucking his dick, closing your eyes, stretching your lips around it, is too good for him, to be honest, and remove all the sentimental shit that makes him love you, it's one of the main reasons why he's so in love, "you love it, don't you? f-fucking taking my dick like that, never denying me—"

he grins, tripping over his words, pushes your mouth down more, moves your head faster as tears start to roll down your eyes, "look at me" Wooin loves the sight of you, with his dick in your mouth, your eyes on him as you bat those eyelashes, breathing through your nose.

he runs his finger under your eyes, wiping the moisture from your cheeks, and strokes your face before grabbing your hair and thrusting into your mouth at a rapid pace, causing you to slurp and moan as he controls your body, or rather your head, as he pleases, at the pace he desires. It's fast and painful, hitting the back of your throat, causing your eyes to roll and your eyelids to squeeze shut.

"Fuck yeah, take it— everything, everything I'll give— in your fucking mouth" he moans, throws his head back, closes his eyes, rolls your head on his dick, feels you unconsciously grab his thighs, trying to hold yourself, presses you to his thighs one last time before he comes straight into your mouth, hold it for a few seconds, stay inside, make you squint and pull away from him.

when you pull away, trying to swallow his cum, but you cough and put your hand with the already damaged and unevenly worn-out nail polish on his thighs. He strokes his dick several times, pulls your head by your bangs to cum on your face, "bitch, Wooin!–"

you exclaim indignantly, trying to catch your breath, when you feel his warm cum dripping down your face and see that stupid, fuck, grin, "you look so good every damn time, yeah babygirl"

he runs his thumb across your cheekbone, moves to the edge, collects the cum, and puts his finger in your mouth as you wrap your lips around it, swirling your tongue around, and pulling back with a string of heavy saliva.

Wooin strokes your hair, so gently now, still half-naked in front of you, shamelessly looking at your face as you frown, "I've ruined my nails.." you sigh, getting up to go to the bathroom, but he pulls you down on top of him, forcing you to rest your hands on his chest, "I haven't let go of you yet"

you groan doomed, shaking your head, "fuck Wooin, I'm ready to kill right now!—" he doesn't let you finish, pulling your face towards him, running his tongue over your lips, entering your mouth, making you shut up and feel his taste in your mouth.

"I'll fix it later, you're busy right now" he pulls away from your lips, tugging on your hips to position you on his lap, running his hand between your legs, over your pajama shorts, feeling a bit of moisture.

and you know you've lost at this point, grabbing onto his T-shirt, rocking your hips in response to his hand movements, and listening to his assurances that he'll put you in order.

but later.

I swear to all of you, he DEFINITELY has a dick piercing there, fuck

MASTERLIST

[sylith]

«Victory»

Pairing: Hyuk x reader 18+

Tags: SMUT, basketball player!Hyuk, suffocation, in the locker room, established rs, from rough to tender🚩, quick sex, unreasonable aggression, stupid insults

Note: i improvised

@shintaru @sylith @mscatheart @kuchisabishiiiii

your eyes are darting around the sports field, trying to keep up with every move of the players and the moving sword as the match is in full swing. You're here because this is one of the matches your boyfriend is participating in, and you couldn't miss it. Or rather, you wouldn't be allowed to.

You're folding your arms across your chest, watching as Hyuk intercepts the ball, moves to the opposite side of the field, bypassing other players, and slams the ball onto the floor. It's just a few more seconds and a couple of points before the timeout is announced.

three seconds. you could feel the tension even from the stands, as your eyes were fixed on him, watching his shirt move as he jumped, throwing the ball.

two seconds. the lights inside the indoor stadium were blinding as the basketball flew over, approaching the hoop, hitting it with a dull thud, and everyone was holding their breath. with a sense of urgency, desperation, and hope.

one second. when the ball spins almost a circle around the iron ring, leaving everyone in a gloomy wait, and finally rolls.

the whistle. that's just not in a ring with a net, but passing by, knocking on the floor, bouncing on the floor. your gaze goes to Hyuk, who is frozen with that frowning face, clenching his fingers into fists, trying to get his breathing in order. didn't score a goal, didn't get any points for the team in this round.

the host announces the promised time-out, only fifteen minutes, damn it, to put my thoughts in order. You approach the edge of the stands, leaning against the cool railing, when you catch Hyuk's gaze. He's somber, frustrated, and angry, nodding towards the locker rooms, and you follow from the spectator side.

you follow right behind him, walking down, out into a long corridor, the smell of sweat, bleach and antiseptic. the step is hurried, it seems like it's been going on for so long, eyes squinting at the flickering light in the corridor, when a rough sudden grip pulls you into one of the doors inside.

“it was your fault” he pushes you against the wall, slamming the door when you're in the locker room just the two of you, hands on either side of your head, breathing hard. he's angry, "if you hadn't distracted me, I would have gotten those points"

you sigh briefly, knowing his character well, his hatred for any sign of losing, when his fun gets out of control. Hyuk's hand moves to your throat, grabbing, wrapping his fingers around, not enough to strangle or hurt, but just enough to feel the pressure and the threat, "you have to pay for this"

he puts a little more pressure on your neck, forcing you to open your mouth to take in air, gulping it like a fish on land, as his other hand reaches for your thigh, crawling under your skirt to pull the fabric of your underwear by the edge, but he doesn't look away, only staring at your face with wide eyes.

and it looks insane. it's completely arousing with this sick love between you, bouncing from cold to hot, so much that it burns and makes your lungs burn, "why the hell did you show up here like this..."

he grits his teeth when you know there's no real reason for him to be angry with you, but you're letting him release all his aggression on you. you know where this is going. and just like you've learned the rules, you move your hands to the elastic waistband of his sweatpants, still breathing through your mouth, untying his shoelaces and pulling the fabric down over his legs.

he doesn't resist, loosening his grip slightly, tapping his fingers on the edge of your neck, and using his other hand to pull your skirt aside, causing your underwear to strain painfully against your thigh.

Hyuk picks up one of your legs, tucking it to the side, revealing a view of your pussy, looks at it in silence before adjusting and moving inside you, "fuck!— too abruptly" you moan, banging the back of your head against the wall behind you, your voice is hoarse, there is not enough air, as you feel the long–awaited release from his grip on your neck.

and a quick slap on the cheek, at the moment when he's nuzzling into you, reaching the base, "shut your mouth, whore" Hyuk sees you whimpering under him due to the sudden penetration, without any foreplay, waits a few seconds, leaning his body down on you, burying his face in your neck, so you can grab onto him, clutching his sweaty T-shirt in your hands.

Hyuk starts moving quickly, sharply, without any rhythm, selfishly caring only about himself, sticking out his tongue to run along your neck, clamping his teeth on it, feeling your pussy stretch around him, taking his dick completely, pulling him in too far, "bitch, bitch, fuck!—"

you're choking under him, feeling him pounding into you, his fingers clenching on your thigh, his other hand reaching for your tits, squeezing them with his palm, "you have to take it all—apologize to me, beg for forgiveness"

Hyuk slaps his hips against yours, moving quickly, trying to achieve a quick release to calm down a little, moving his hand from his hip under your knee, pressing his leg against you, pulling back, resting his other hand on your neck again, pressing.

you scratch his shoulders with your nails, slide your fingers over his body, opening your mouth as hoarse moans escape, feeling him fuck you like a last bitch at a gas station for a cheap price tag, "Hyuk— p-please, slow down" you beg him, to slow down a little, though you know it's useless.

he doesn't accept your plea, perceiving it more as a provocation, and slides his hand down your body, towards your wet cunt, which embraces and absorbs his dick, slapping and hitting it with dull blows, as his thumb finally presses on your clitoris. It hurts, it presses and pushes, and twists around, as he watches his dick sinking inside, only to be thrust back out.

Hyuk feels you shiver as you reach a quick climax, trying to get your face closer to his shoulder, and he allows you to bury your nose in his neck and squeeze your pussy around him, shaking "like a whore" and he breathes through his nose before thrusting deeply into you and releasing his semen as you suck it all in and tighten your pussy.

Hyuk comes out with a wet sound, holds you in his arms, sees how you start dripping on the floor, how his cum starts flowing down your thigh, "so dirty" speaks rudely, but does not move away, touching your thigh to straighten your underwear back and return your skirt. and the touch is so gentle, it's too cloying.

he runs his hand over your forehead, pushing your hair back, wipes the tears from your cheeks, pressing a couple of kisses to your skin, feels you clinging to him, "I'm sorry"

it doesn't sound apologetic at all, but deep down, he regrets using you like that. he studies your face as you lift your head, glancing at his face and beyond his back, looking at the wall clock, "two minutes until the start of the half.."

Hyuk hears it, sighs briefly, but doesn't move away, stroking your back as if to comfort you, apologizing. you knew this would happen. it's not the first time. you're used to it. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to be with him, and I fell head over heels in love with it.

he sits you down on the floor, straightens his shorts, takes your face in his hands, leaving a brief kiss, just a touch of his lips to yours, a brief declaration of love and a promise to win for you, before leaving at a quick pace, leaving you alone there.

You return to the end of the fourth period of the game, when you come to your senses, you can clean up and put yourself in order. you lean your shoulder against the wall, trying to stand, although your legs are still trembling. it's only a matter of time. a few points, a few seconds.

your eyes are on his back again as Hyuk looks for the ball like a predator, moving fast, smooth, taking it, and leading the game.

he meets your eyes in the crowd, as if he can feel your presence as he turns around. it's just a moment, but you see that smirk on his lips as he moves towards the opponent's hoop, hitting the ball against the floor, not looking at the time, only ahead of him.

you hold your breath, swallow, see the ball flying through the air again, time seems to stand still for you. this time is different, either intuition or his grin gives you the confidence that this time it will work, to get the ball in the ring.

he does it, the sound of the whistle hits your ears. you hear the cheers, the shouts, moving through the pushing crowd to the iron railing, looking down at the sports field. Hyuk immediately runs up to you with that smile on his lips, and when everyone's attention is on him, he looks only at you.

you lean on the railing, allowing your body to find support, and you smile softly at him, whispering "congratulations" in a barely audible voice. He knows, sees, feels, or reads your lips, but he says "thank you" in a similar whisper, just for you.

and you know that this thank you is more than just a thank you for the congratulations, it's a raw sincerity when he finishes quickly, ignores the award ceremony, walks over to you, leads you down a dark corridor away from others, presses his lips against yours, touches you so gently, without any of the former roughness, runs his fingertips over your skin, holds you in a soft embrace, whispers short declarations of love, "I'm sorry, sweetheart"

"I know" you sigh shortly, combing his hair with your hands as he rubs his face against your touch, "you'll owe me"

"anything you want"

and maybe you're weird, he's weird, your relationship is weird.

but you know you've won more than you've lost.

[sylith]

Fuck, harder.

shameless smut. rough. dirty talk. reader just getting railed after getting their cast off.

“Ah—fuck—stop being a loser and fuck me harder—”

Your voice cracked against the pillow, hips rolling back into him with zero shame. The sound of slick, impatient friction filled the room, but still—Poel wasn’t giving in.

He groaned low in his throat, muscles twitching behind you as he held himself still, thick cock just barely pushing halfway in, like he was trying to behave.

“Babe,” he growled, voice strained. “You just got off your cast. I'm not trying to send your ass back to the ER.”

You threw him a glare over your shoulder, panting. He looked ridiculous—gorgeous, ridiculous. His buzzed hair was damp with sweat, jaw clenched, arms flexed as he tried to hold back everything in him that clearly wanted to fuck you into the mattress.

His inked forearm wrapped around your waist protectively. Every thick vein in his bicep strained as he steadied himself.

But you didn’t want careful.

You wanted him undone.

“Poel,” you whined, “I’m fine. Stop being soft and ruin me—”

That was it.

In a heartbeat, he grabbed you and flipped you onto your back, spreading your thighs so wide the stretch made your breath catch.

“You wanna be ruined?” he growled, voice so low it vibrated in your chest. “You want me to fuck you like I didn’t spend three weeks sleeping next to you with my dick fucking rock-hard yet I couldn’t touch?”

His cock dragged through your folds, already slick and twitching.

“I said yes, didn’t I?” you whispered.

He shoved into you with one punishing thrust and you screamed, nails digging into his tattooed bicep, head falling back.

“Fuck yes,” Poel groaned against your throat, hips already rolling deep. “You’re so fucking wet, baby—goddamn. I knew this pussy missed me.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, ankles locking behind him—but even as he pounded into you, rough and desperate, your hands weren’t still.

They slid up his chest, tracing the edge of the ink peeking from under his sweat-damp shirt. Then they grabbed the hem and yanked it up, pushing it off his shoulders until his entire torso was bare.

You could see the tattoos now—black ink coiling from his right arm across his shoulder, stretching over his chest like it had always belonged there. You gasped, staring.

And then you leaned up—and licked him.

Poel groaned, hips stuttering.

“Fuck—what are you doing—”

You grinned breathlessly, dragging your tongue up the side of his throat, licking right over the sharp edge of his jaw, right where the ink ended.

“Tasting you,” you whispered. “Been thinking about doing this for weeks.”

He shuddered, slamming deeper into you now—faster. Rougher. His grip on your hips was bruising as your mouth moved along his neck, sucking marks down the side, licking across the ink like you were claiming him right back.

“Keep doing that,” he rasped. “Keep licking me while I fuck you stupid.”

You did.

You mouthed along his throat, your moans hot against his skin as he pounded into you—bed rocking, the room echoing with the wet slap of skin on skin.

“You feel that?” he growled, mouth at your ear now. “That’s your pretty little cunt gripping me. Crying for it.”

You whimpered against his neck, sucking at the ink just under his collarbone. “Don’t stop—please, don’t stop—”

“Not a fucking chance,” he snarled. “You asked for this, remember?”

He flipped you again without warning—back to your knees, cheek pressed into the mattress, and this time his hand shoved down on your lower back to keep you arched just the way he liked it.

You cried out, reaching for the pillows—but Poel caught your wrist and dragged your hand back to him, forcing it flat against his abdomen, right where the ink spiraled across his ribs.

“Hold on,” he hissed, slamming into you again. “Hold onto my fuckin’ tattoos if you’re gonna lose it.”

You did. You clawed at his ink, fingers slipping on sweat-slicked skin, mouth open and trembling with every hard thrust.

And then—your orgasm hit again. Sharp, shattering. Your scream was raw as your body clamped down, pulsing around him. Poel groaned so loud it sounded like he’d been punched in the gut, jerking his hips harder as you cried out under him.

“Fuck—you’re squeezing me—baby, you’re milking my cock—"

You were shaking. Legs giving out. But he didn’t stop.

You turned your head, eyes glassy. “I c-can’t—Poel, I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growled, dragging you back onto him again and again. “You’re gonna come one more time. You’re gonna fucking scream for me.”

Your body was limp beneath him, all strength wrung out. But you felt it building again—hot, unbearable, unstoppable.

He leaned over you, hand gripping your throat, mouth brushing your ear.

“You still think I’m being soft?” he whispered.

You sobbed. “No—no, fuck—”

And then you came again—legs trembling, mouth open in a silent scream as Poel slammed into you one last time, spilling inside with a hoarse, wrecked moan.

You collapsed face-first into the sheets, twitching and drooling, hand still weakly clutching the tattoo on his hip like you couldn’t let go even if you tried.

He slowly pulled out, groaning at the sight of his cum leaking down your thighs.

“Fuck,” he breathed, falling onto the bed beside you. “You good?”

You just whimpered, face still buried, limbs useless.

Poel leaned in and kissed your spine.

“Next time you talk shit,” he muttered, voice still heavy with lust, “just remember what happens when I stop holding back.”

You groaned.

And licked at the tattoo on his shoulder again—just because you could.

[sylith]

"I Messed Up, We Gotta Go Bald"

Pairing: Park Hajun/Joker x Reader

Summary: He trusted you too much and now he looks like a recession chart of the market stocks.

Tags: Fluff, Established RS, Ugly ass haircut!

A/N: some requested for Hajun! there was also some smut requests but I really am not in the mood to write them right now lolol im sorry, please take this instead! maybe later, ill write one!

Honestly, it was his fault.

You didn’t force him into this. You didn’t bribe him, didn’t beg. You were simply existing—peacefully, minding your business in front of the bathroom mirror, snipping at your bangs like you always did when the world felt a little too loud and you needed a sense of control.

He was the one who sat on the toilet lid, arms crossed, watching you with far too much confidence in his eyes. The kind of confidence that made people do dumb things. The kind of confidence that made him reach over, pick up the kitchen scissors, and hand them to you like it was a sacred gesture of trust and intimacy.

“You always make it look so easy,” he said, with that casual shrug that made you nervous.

You paused, blinked. “That’s because I cut my hair, babe. Not yours. And I’ve done it hundred of times before.”

He waved you off like a man who’d already made peace with the consequences. “C’mon. How bad can it be? It’s just hair.”

Famous last words.

Twenty minutes later, he sat frozen on the bathroom stool, shirtless and soul-crushed, silently staring into the mirror like a man witnessing his own downfall. You stood a safe distance away, arms crossed over your chest, lips twitching.

“It’s not… that bad, Hajun.” you offered, cautiously.

His voice was completely flat. “It looks like a market recession chart.”

You tried to hold it in, you really did—but a snort burst out before you could stop it. You clutched the doorframe, wheezing as laughter bubbled out of you like a shaken soda can.

“There’s a cliff over my left ear,” he said calmly, still not looking away from the mirror. “A sudden drop near the crown. Is that a… spike above my temple? Did you sneeze mid-cut or something?”

You wiped a tear from your eye, breathless. “I told you—my skills are strictly fringe maintenance and desperation trims!”

“I was trying to support your little hair dreams,” he muttered, still inspecting the uneven landscape of his scalp like a depressed economist. “And now I look like a meme.”

You stepped toward him, careful, like you were approaching a wild animal. “I could fix it,” you offered softly. “Just a little. Maybe smooth out the, uh… 'volatility index.’”

You reached for the scissors resting innocently on the sink—your old partners in crime. Just as your fingers brushed the handle, you felt arms wrap tight around your waist.

“Hey—!” you yelped, laughing as he pulled you back, locking you firmly against him.

“Nope. Absolutely not,” he murmured into your shoulder, the deep rumble of his voice far too calm for someone suffering hair trauma.

You squirmed in his grip, giggling. “Come on! I have a vision this time—”

“A vision of what?” he said dryly. “The Grand Canyon’s edge?”

You nearly doubled over from laughter, but he was already swaying you back and forth like some sleepy, affectionate human blanket. You flailed the scissors uselessly behind you, still trapped in his arms.

“Let me just trim the back!”

“I’d rather have a mullet,” he said flatly, and without looking, reached over to swipe the scissors from your hand. He placed them up on the highest shelf like a weary parent confiscating sugar before bedtime.

“You’re such a drama queen,” you huffed, resting back against his chest.

“You’re a domestic terrorist,” he replied calmly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “But unfortunately, you’re also the love of my life.”

You let your head tilt back into his collarbone, exhaling a small laugh. “So you forgive me?”

He turned you in his arms, slowly, like a dance. His hands slid up your sides, lingering just under your ribs, fingers tracing lightly over the hem of your shirt.

“I’ll forgive you…” he said, eyes flicking from your face to your lips, “if you let me kiss you until I forget I look like a walking stock crash.”

You blinked, amused. “That might take a while.”

“Then I guess we’ll be here all night.”

He leaned in and kissed you—soft and warm, the kind that made you momentarily forget your crimes against hairstyling. His lips brushed your cheek, your jaw, your neck—sweet and slow and far too gentle for someone who looked like he’d been personally victimized by hedge fund managers.

And you were just about to melt into it completely when he muttered against your skin:

“I still can’t believe you gave me an actual recession fade.”

You groaned. “Stop calling it that!”

He chuckled, nuzzling into you, completely smug now. “You better not laugh when we’re making out later. Because the moment I feel your fingers in my hair and remember what’s not there—I swear, I’m just gonna go flaccid from emotional damage.”

You choked. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you can moan while staring at this jagged terrain.”

You buried your face in his chest, snorting uncontrollably. “You’re impossible.”

“And you,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear, “are banned from hair-cutting duties forever.”

Still, he didn’t let go of you. Just held you close, hands warm on your back, body swaying with yours in the bathroom's soft, quiet hum.

Honestly? Still worth it.

Even if the next time things got heated, you’d probably have to keep your eyes closed to keep the mood alive.

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[sylith]

Can we get smut of Joker dealing w a reader on her ovulation phase🥀

Could you help me?

Pairing: Joker/Hajun x reader 18+

Tags: SMUT, in the locker room, ovulation!Reader, sperm inside

Note: ovulation spares no one, bro

@shintaru @sylith @mscatheart @kuchisabishiiiii

"Damn it.." you mutter to yourself as you look at your boyfriend's body, dressed only in a sweat shirt and shorts. or rather, his muscles, which sweat from strength training when he trains.

you just decided to meet him after training, when you finished all your business, but you came before he finished. Normally, it wouldn't have caused a problem looking at the rest of his training. But you're so horny right now. Do you know if you should blame your ovulation or the fact that he seemed so sexy right now?

your eyes are focused on his muscles, the way they move as he moves his arms, his throat as he swallows, all these thoughts that he could squeeze your thighs and take you right there in the gym so hard that you don't notice his gaze when he looks at you.

"Is something wrong?" he says it with a slight sigh, lowering the barbell to the floor, running his hand through his hair, and it's just this sight that makes you catch your breath, leaving you speechless.

of course, Joker notices this, takes steps towards you, leans over your sitting figure on the bench, when you look only at him, puts his hand on your forehead as if to check your temperature and will remain with a silent question in his eyes.

you squeeze your thighs together when he squats in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs, circling them. you swallow, trying to moisten your throat to say at least something, "I'm fine.."

but this answer doesn't satisfy him, and he doesn't move away, staying here next to you as you scan his body, his T-shirt sticking to him from sweat, and you stop at his shorts, "I'm just thinking about what you could do..."

you don't finish your sentence, awkwardly fidgeting in front of him, trying to cope with the arousal that weighs on your mind, making you forget that there are other people in the room as you stare at Joker, thinking about how he could fuck you right now, "you could take me"

the words come out without shame or embarrassment, even if your cheeks are a little red as you look at his face, his grip on your thigh slides, tightens, and sends a jolt of arousal through your body. When you started dating him, you didn't think you could be this needy, especially when you're ovulating.

he has always seen how you become too needy on certain days. the will of touch becomes longer, more intimate, the gaze is fixed only on him.

"..What?" he asks, trying to process your words as he sits in front of you. You could say he looks confused and taken aback by your sudden request, "I'm saying I want you to take me. help me. right now"

you touch his hand on your thigh, moving it a little higher, feeling a slight tremor in his body, "right now?" you nod at his question, looking at him as if he were the most incredible sight in the room, which he is.

he blinks a couple of times, looks around, notices a few people nearby, and takes your hand to stand up and lead you towards the locker rooms. what was the chance of getting caught? but it doesn't seem to bother you much when you look at his broad back and feel his hot skin on your hand.

you don't even look around the locker room when he walks in, immediately leaning into his body, grabbing the fabric of his shirt in your hands, reaching up on your toes to touch his lips. it's too fast, too blurry, and you're in desperate need.

you moan into his mouth, throwing your leg over his hip, which he immediately catches as he pushes you against the metal lockers in the back, trapping you with his large body, kissing you back with his tongue, like a dirty man.

you push into his hips, trying to find closer contact, feeling the bulge in his pants as his dick twitches and rises to the feeling of your body against him, the feeling of your hands sliding under his shirt, scratching his skin with your nails.

"you need too much" he breaks the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva, to lean down to your neck, grazing your skin with his teeth, sucking and licking, leaving you breathless "fuck, Joker–"

you push your hips against his, slide your hand to the waistband of his shorts, slipping your fingers under the fabric to touch him as he breathes into your skin, clenching his teeth harder as you grab his cock in your hand, "oh, baby–" he helps you pull the waistband of his shorts and underwear down. his cock twitches, responding to every touch as you wrap your hand around it, running your fingers from the tip to the base and back again, spreading the pre-cum.

he swallows, his hands move to your waist, releasing your thigh, squeezing it a few times, as if he's trying to come to his senses and understand what's happening, and he slides down, removing your pants, "you're so wet, and I haven't even touched you" His rough fingers run through your folds as your underwear is pulled down.

a couple of moves on them as he rubs your clit, making you gasp, feeling too hot and stuffy as he grabs your hips, lifting you up. Joker holds you so tightly as he looks down, pressing his cock closer to you, and you tilt your head back, resting it on the cold metal of the cabinets behind you. "I won't ask if you're ready"

he doesn't do that, he immediately moves inside you, expanding your tight walls, stretching your wet pussy with his dick, "Fuck, Joker, –yes!"

You grab his shoulders like you're trying to peel his skin off as he sinks into your tight pussy, slowly and unhurriedly, holding your hips, bending them, and getting closer until he's hitting the base of you.

"You're fucking tight—too tight for my dick" he starts moving, taking his time with the rhythm, slapping his hips against yours with a dull slap, "Fuck, fuck, Joker!–" he's so big in your pussy as you wrap your arms around him, trying to pull him in deeper, holding onto his shoulders with your nails.

"are you so wet because you're so turned on just by the sight of me?" he grins, speeding up the pace, thrusting his cock inside you harder, making you roll your eyes, bringing his mouth closer to your ear, "such a needy princess for me with this pussy that accepts me too well"

"please– I need-d.. so much!" you don't even know what you wanted to say to him, you just gasp for air when he sticks into you faster, "fuck, that's it!"

and all sense of shame was lost, even the thought of someone interrupting you, finding him fucking you in the locker room, pressing you against the walls of the lockers, was no more. only him, him, his size, his dick moving inside you without any preparation, and again, his dick.

"Fuck! Yes! cum in me- ah!" you gasp when he hits his hips faster, harder, the sound of slapping is too loud in this locker room, and honestly, your body is so on edge that you're ready to come, but you know you won't be satisfied until you have another round.

Joker pushes your legs wider apart, his mouth is on your neck, feels you scratching his back, fucks you pulling your cunt onto his dick, "take from me–"

he digs his hands into your thighs, feels you shaking and squeezing him, drooling that runs down his chin, raises his head to grab your mouth, biting your bottom lip.

"J-Joker!– Fuck!" you can't even speak directly when his cock hits you again, making you cum, clenching around him to pull him deeper as he slaps his hips against yours until you feel his cum, "yes, baby, like this, –just like that"

he continues to move inside, pouring into your wet pussy, making you drip and drip onto the floor, "take everything I have to give" his eyes look down as he slows down, almost pulling out of you, slowly thrusting his dick back in, hitting your base with his balls, and watching as the cum flows out of you onto the floor.

He still holds you in his arms, taking his time to set you back down, squeezing your thighs, enjoying the sight of him using you as his personal cum filler.

and it looks so good that as soon as he puts you back on your feet, he turns you around, grabbing your hair to push your face into the cold metal of the cabinet and thrust your hips against his, sliding his dick between your buttocks.

"I'm going to fill you up again, are you okay with that?" his words sound more like a fact than a question.

You've been so needy today that having a second round sounds more like a blessing than a threat. And you're damn happy that he indulges you and your need during ovulation.

and the people outside the locker room will have to wait a little longer, because you weren't very quiet inside when he was stretching your pussy around his dick again.

pussy - that small dirty mediator through which communication with a woman takes place

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[sylith]

"Don't look away, Vinny"

Pairing: Vinny x reader

Tags: established rs, embarrassed!Vinny

Note: You asked him to do a photo shoot for you 18+

@shintaru @sylith @dzvelinaskebiyars @mscatheart @kuchisabishiiiii @wthphe1n (I was late, but it's a birthday present aaaa)

you just saw this transparent dress and thought it would look good on you if you put on your black lingerie and took some photos. so you took it.

and your boyfriend became an accomplice. of course, you would have made him take some photos of you, assuring him that you wouldn't post them anywhere, it was just for you. well, and for him.

so you couldn't help but giggle at his embarrassed face as he looked away from the phone camera when you were posing, "Vinny, look at the camera" you were definitely teasing him, he knew you were, and he was damn embarrassed by the sight of you, but he did it, he turned his face back to the phone camera, and his fingers were shaking a little.

you lift the hem of your skirt up, holding it in the air, looking at him, and he freezes over the view on his phone, his eyes darting between you and the image in front of him. He pauses to press the button and take a photo, "w-why do you need this if you're not going to post it?"

He mumbles under his breath, trying to hide his red face behind his phone, too embarrassed by the sight, the request, the transparent dress and lingerie, even stuttering.

you smile, taking a few steps towards him, reaching for your phone to look at the photo, while Vinny's gaze is fixed on the sight in front of him, or rather, your tits in your bra, "just for fun" you look up at him, showing him one of the photos that is not blurred, "it looks good"

he only nods in silence, swallowing, licking his lower lip to moisten his dry lips, and looking away, studying the dull patterns on the wall, finding them suddenly interesting.

"you can put it on the wallpaper" you smile as you take a step towards him, embracing his body, which suddenly turns into a statue, you hear his heart beating faster, "put it on the wallpaper?" he repeats, not looking at you immediately, but his gaze flashes on your figure, awkwardly placing his hands on your waist.

"Yes" you're definitely joking with him right now, and he knows it, but damn it, his mind is so overwhelmed by this situation that he's starting to take your words seriously.

Vinny knows that look and the smile when you push him away, giving him back the phone he almost drops. He knows you have something in mind, but can it be more than now?

And he knows it can. The moment you take off your dress, throwing it on the floor, fixing your hair, standing in front of the mirror, leaning on your arms, looking at his reflection. You're playing with his mind and heart so much right now, wearing only your underwear, that he has to squeeze himself into bed and hold on to his phone.

"Come on, Vinny, take a photo" You tilt your head, watching him in the reflection as he tries to get himself in order, holding the phone up for you to turn your head for a good photo angle. His gaze lingers on your figure, your protruding ass in black lingerie, and the reflection of your breasts in the mirror.

"You're a pervert, you know?" he protests, but he takes a few photos anyway, looking at you through the camera, feeling a shiver run down his spine when you turn your head in his direction, looking over your shoulder. and he's ready to swear to all the gods that you look like a damn succubus.

"you too, because you agreed to this" you sit on the table next to the mirror, stretching your legs in the air, smiling. and Vinny knows that you're right, damn right. and it's not even that he can't refuse you, his girlfriend, he just wanted to see it all, to watch and be there, even if he's afraid to admit it out loud.

he takes a few more photos, putting his phone away, going into the gallery, looking at a few as he scrolls through the feed, stopping on one of them, fighting the urge to zoom in with his fingers to get a better look at the reflection of your chest in the mirror.

so much into his own thoughts that he feels your touch on his shoulders as you push him back on the bed and straddle his lap at the last minute. his hands instinctively find your hips, his eyes fixated on your bra now, and it's so embarrassing for him when you lift his chin to your face.

"someone's enjoying the view too much" you tease, grinding against his hips as your hair hangs down to his face, tickling his cheeks. you're so close, he feels like he's going to suffocate, "you can't take your eyes off me"

Vinny squints his eyes as you move your mouth to his neck, leaving a soft kiss, just a little, and feel your smile stretch against his skin. He squeezes his fingers on your hips, "someone said there would.. only be photos"

"Oh yeah, right" you pull away from him, patting his shoulders as you stand up from his hips. You notice him picking up a pillow and placing it on his hips to hide the problem, which is amusing. "Then be more collected, Vinny""

you see him grumbling under his breath, avoiding your gaze, looking only down as he picks up his phone again, tracing the case with his fingers.

you lean down, taking the pillow off his thighs, throwing it back on the bed, kneeling in front of him, resting your head on his thighs, "go ahead, take a photo"

his heart feels like it's about to stop as he adjusts the camera's angle, looks away for a moment, tries to breathe through his nose, and takes a few photos.

he won't use this photo as his wallpaper.

but he will save every photo on his phone.

kiss me in the face—

note: and I'll make a version with the rest of the Shabbat guys

MASTERLIST

[sylith]

STOP BULLYING THE BIG SIS!

TW: mention of suggestive themes, nothing else—just comedy.

Another stupid drabble but this is lowk funny af( ͡°з ͡°) Gosh, this author's block or wtv it is,is killing me. Yk when you write whatever you want but you still hate it no matter how good it is? Yeah that.

tagging: @ravenwritten @shintaru @sylith @zyart-jpg @kuchisabishiiiii @wthphe1n @sylith @i-nssomniia @bfwooin @bunnygirlgonewild @erisawrites

Dividers by @omi-resources ur dividers saved me<3

Hajun just came back from the store, holding the plastic bag in his hand, which was full of pain killers, heating pad, chocolates and of course, apples.

He still remembers the pain he left you in this morning and guilt gnawed at his heart. Your legs were aching, unable to walk, despite the sleep you got—even though it wasn't much due to having....grandiose night with him—you were horribly exhausted. Damn, he really should work on his self-control.

But it's a bit hard to do when you two haven't gotten moment for yourselves for more than months. Mostly because his younger brothers were dragging you around, constantly sticking with you and even having audacity to don't let Hajun near you. So, he missed you. Greatly. And he showed you how much last night.

He thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd get moment of peace with you; just you two cuddling, or him giving you massages but no...

He realized he was horribly wrong when he saw his youngest brother glaring at him with teary eyes, looking at him like Hajun just committed murder and offended entire human race, right from the moment he stepped into the house.

"What's wrong?" Hajun asked, concerned. He looked around the room to see if the middle one was around but he was nowhere to be seen, probably playing games in his room. So the issue, as he guessed, concerned his youngest sibling only.

He was wrong, again.

"I'm upset with you," his youngest brother sobbed, his lower lip trembling as he gazed to his older brother with utmost betrayal. "you monster!"

"Huh?" Hajun blinked. Then blinked again. "Wha—? What are you upset about?" He questioned, kicking his shoes off at the door and walking towards his brother that he raised as his own son, yet got met with such strong accusation and complaints he wasn't even sure where they were coming from.

"You think I don't know what you did to big sis?" The boy sniffled, pointing accusations at his own brother.

Hajun stood in one place like total idiot, confused as hell. What he did to you, huh? He scratched his head, remembering what his brother could be referring too. Then it clicked. Last night—

Oh.

Wait, please no—

But his brother didn't have mercy, screaming and shouting. "She was screaming! You made her scream! You hurt my big sis!" He let out chocked sob. "You were the one who told me to never hurt girls but what did you do?! You—You are a monster!"

Oh god, this can't be real. This has to be stupid dream...

Hajun walked in living room, not being sure how to approach this. With bit of hesitation, he finally gathered his words.

"Listen, buddy—"

"No, I won't!"

"No, wait, lemme explain—"

"Blah blah blah. I won't listen to a boy who bullies women at night!"

Oh god.

Hajun could swear he heard his middle brother wheezing from laughter through his room and at this point, he was sure you were hearing this dramatic misunderstanding as well.

He took a deep breath before calmly responding. "I didn't bully her. You got something wrong. I can't explain but I didn't hurt her like that."

"You can't explain because you have nothing to excuse yourself with, criminal." His brother declared and Hajun gave up. Shit, he's not good at these type of conversations.

He pointed a finger at your shared bedroom. "C'mon and ask her yourself."

You were taking a nap, peaceful and well deserved nap after your night with deprived, touch-starved Hajun. Your sweet, sweet boyfriend and well, you as well, got too lost in each other's touches to even notice the exhaustion and limits of your bodies, and that's how you ended up in the need of wheelchair.

But you were woken up by shouting, screaming...It was Hajun and his youngest brother, who accused him of being a criminal and bully. Even though you didn't listen to whole argument, you already could guess what this was about...

And the door opened. Hajun walked in the bedroom with plastic bag and everything you asked him to buy but he had company; his adorable youngest brother whose nose got runny and eyes swollen from crying. He immediately ran to hug you, climbing on the bed as he glared at Hajun.

"What's wrong?" You asked the little guy there.

The boy sniffled and turned to face you, frown casted upon his expression. "Tell me the truth, big sis. Did Hajun bully you yesterday?"

"Bully me?" You questioned, receiving the nod from the child. Gosh, this situation was too funny that you could barely hold your laughter back. You glanced at Hajun, who looked you with undefeating desperation, basically begging for your help with his eyes.

"No, he didn't bully me." You answered with confidence but the boy didn't buy it.

"But I heard you screaming. You were begging him something."

"I..." You hesitated, trying to explain without making it obvious on what you and your boyfriend were actually doing. "Listen, dear..." You bit your lip, there was nothing you could explain that with. "There's a thing called psychosis—"

"Hey!" Hajun scoffed at you. Out of all things, you could only blame this on hallucinations?!

"Right right, sorry." You coughed, correcting yourself. "I wasn't getting bullied. And I wasn't hurt actually, I liked it."

Hajun's brother furrowed his eyebrow in confusion. He glanced at you, then Hajun, then you again. "Big sis, you're weird too."

You could only laugh at that. No excuse, honestly. Even Hajun chuckled at that while grabbing the apple from the plastic bag.

"Yes we're weird. Very weird." You nodded your head, somehow keeping a straight face.

The boy sighed and hugged you again, his head resting in your neck. "I thought you got bullied..."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Your brother would never do that, you know it."

Hajun sighed in relief, finally free from accusations that sprouted purely from childish misunderstanding. He spoke up while chewing an apple. "See? I told you."

Hajun turned around and took a bite from his apple, thinking all this was over but god...

"I'm still upset at you." His youngest brother suddenly spoke up again.

Hajun almost choked on the apple, raising his eyebrow at his brother. "What for??"

"I heard you two ate pizza without me yesterday."

[sylith]

Then Why Didn’t You Say Anything?

Pairing: Kwon Hyuk x fem!reader

Genre: Slow-burn, psychological tension, dry humor, possessive undertone, flirtation, possessiveness under the surface

Rating: T+

TW: partial shirtlessness, emotional repression, casual sexual tension

A/N: This chaotic little idea was birthed thanks to my menace of a bestie @kuchisabishiiiii So here’s what happened: I stumbled across this blessed shirtless pic of Hyuk, right? And my brain just went: Fic. Now. So I hit her up like and she IMMEDIATELY starts throwing spicy ideas at me. And me? Ate it up. No crumbs. For the sake of thirst, for the sake of abs. So YES. I’m slapping that damn pic in the fic as a giant frame. Centerpiece. Monument. Whatever you call it. Also—credit where credit’s due: the pic’s from the legendary @iiiyyyeee on X, go follow them and send hearts

A/N: You have a hopeless crush on Hyuk. Hyuk isn’t playing fair anymore. He wants your attention. He’s going to take it.

(@kuchisabishiiiii @dzvelinaskebiyars @zyart-jpg @shintaru @i-nssomniia @sylith)

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You hadn’t meant to walk into the kitchen and see that.

Really, it wasn't your fault. The Sabbath penthouse kitchen was practically a public thoroughfare, a magnetic north for anyone drawn by the tantalizing aroma of anything beyond instant ramen.

And a magnetic north it was, especially when you, the designated Korean food supplier, were about to unleash a culinary storm.

And it certainly wasn't your fault that your arms were piled high with plastic bags from the convenience store down the road. Gochujang, kimchi, thinly sliced pork belly, a mountain of green onions-a complete emergency dinner kit, destined to rescue the perpetually hungry (and one particularly infuriatingly silent) boys from another round of… whatever Vinny had foraged or Wooin had sleepwalked into.

Your brain was still a hazy fog from an all-nighter spent wrestling a particularly stubborn differential equation. But the promise of hot Korean food, delivered to your talented and perpetually famished crew, was enough to propel you forward.

You adjusted the precarious bags in your arms, nudging the kitchen door open with your hip.

"Alright, boys!" you called out, the plastic rustling like a startled bird around you.

"Dinner's here, unless I trip over something and spill kimchi all over the floor, which, honestly, is a distinct possibility at this point—“

…you didn’t mean to freeze mid-sentence.

Didn't mean to let a rogue bunch of green onions tumble from an overstuffed bag, rolling silently across the gleaming clean countertop.

And definitely didn't mean for that strange, electric thrill to ripple down your spine.

But to be fair—

You weren't expecting Kwon Hyuk. Shirtless.

He stood by the stove, a clear glass, half-full of water, raised to his lips. The stark fluorescent light from above, unforgiving in its brightness, did nothing to diminish the sharp lines of his physique.

His black t-shirt, presumably just taken off, was pulled up high. It was bunched carelessly above his left shoulder, the fabric clinging to the very top of his bicep. This exposed his entire torso: a meticulously sculpted landscape of sharp, defined abdominal muscles, rippling subtly with the slight tension of his arm as he drank.

A light sheen of sweat glistened on his taut skin, catching the light, especially across his prominent collarbones and the deep, chiseled ridges of his obliques. His dark hair was damp, slightly messy, falling across his forehead in a way that should have looked disheveled but somehow only made him look… dangerous, And incredibly, impossibly casual.

One hand was casually tucked into the pocket of his loose grey Nike sweatpants, the drawstring dangling. It was such a relaxed, comfortable pose, the very picture of unbothered masculinity, yet the sight of him made every single nerve ending in your body shriek.

He didn't even flinch. Not when you walked in, not when your green onions went rogue, not when your breath caught in your throat. He simply lowered the glass slowly from his lips, his gaze calm and unwavering.

"…You're back," he murmured, his voice a low, even tone that seemed to vibrate through the small kitchen space, somehow managing to make your sleep-deprived confusion even heavier.

The composure you'd desperately tried to maintain shattered. You stammered, frantically trying to recall if you'd even offered a coherent greeting. Both your arms suddenly felt impossibly heavy.

"Y-yeah just got back—so, uh, making… you know…" You vaguely gestured with a bag of gochujang, feeling incredibly clumsy. "Food."

Hyuk raised a single eyebrow, that tiny, controlled movement conveying volumes of unsaid thought.

Then, he simply turned back to the stove, as if your arrival was merely a minor footnote in his ongoing activity.

Just. Turned. Away.

As if you hadn't just been assaulted by the sheer raw image of his bare torso in the intimate setting of the kitchen-the casualness of the display felt even more potent than that accidental dorm room encounter weeks ago.

As if you hadn't just noted the intriguing, faint scar curling under his ribs, a tiny, barely visible imperfection on an otherwise perfectly sculpted canvas. As if the sharp lines of his hips, riding low under his grey sweatpants, weren't currently scrambling your already frayed nerves.

"Need any help?" Vinny’s sleepy voice drifted from the living room doorway. He appeared a few seconds later, hair adorably tousled, eyes half-lidded, reaching for the kettle.

"Nah, Vinny, I'm good," you managed, trying to inject more cheer into your voice than you felt. You set the bags down on the counter with a relieved thud, the plastic rustling exaggeratedly loud in the sudden quiet.

"Smells… spicy-good," Joker drawled, strolling into the kitchen. He leaned against the kitchen entrance.

Hyuk remained a silent, unmoving presence by the stove, slowly sipping his water.

"For all of us, actually," you replied, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You began unpacking the bags, the vibrant red of the gochujang seeming to take on a significant meaning all its own now.

Wooin burst into the kitchen like a whirlwind, snatching a bottle of water from the fridge. "Anything I can do? Need someone to chop vegetables at light speed?"

"I think I've got it covered, Wooin, thanks," you said, offering a weak smile. The familiar chaos of the Sabbath crew in their communal space should have been comforting. Yet, with Hyuk's silent, shirtless presence seemingly dominating the small kitchen, it felt… different. Strangely tense.

Hyuk placed his empty glass in the sink, his movements deliberate and quiet. He turned back, now leaning against the counter, his dark eyes meeting yours across the small space. That unsettling, unreadable calm had settled back onto his face.

“Anything… you wanted to say?" His voice was even lower now, barely a murmur, yet it carried a weight that made you pause, a half-peeled onion in your hand.

Your heart thumped again.

What exactly was that supposed to mean? (T–T)

LATER THAT WEEK

That memory still haunted you, strangely persistent. Every time you caught a glimpse of Hyuk in the hallway, or at the cafeteria, or even just heard the low rumble of his voice, a fresh wave of mortification would wash over you. He acted as if nothing had happened, which somehow made it worse. His unreadable expression was a constant, infuriating reminder that he knew, and he either didn't care, or perhaps he did, which was even more terrifying. His calm seemed like a personal challenge, a silent dare.

You were sprawled out on one of Vinny's ridiculously oversized and somewhat stained beanbags in the Sabbath common room. It was a rare quiet afternoon, a lull between intense practice sessions. You were trying to distract yourself by indulging in the time-honored tradition of collectively analyzing the physiques of your fellow gang members.

Wooin was scrolling on his phone, occasionally grunting at something he saw, while Joker was attempting a futile nap on the worn-out sofa, one arm thrown over his eyes as if trying to block out even the concept of consciousness. Vinny, of course, was nowhere to be seen, likely off engaged in some ridiculously competitive athletic endeavor, or napping up a tree somewhere only he knew.

"So anyway," you said, poking your straw at your now-watery drink, mimicking the one that had met a tragic end earlier that week. "Vinny’s abs? Like. How is he that cut? Does he even eat real food? I swear I saw him chuggin like 4 cans of CocaCola. It makes no sense. He's like a finely tuned aerodynamic machine."

Joker barely glancing up from his phone. "He bikes like a madman…”

Wooin groaned, shifting on the sofa. "Yeah, weird metabolism. Vinny eats nothing but ramen and still looks like a K-drama prison escapee. He's ripped, and probably outruns police cars."

You laughed, picturing Vinny's impossibly lean yet strong build, made for speed and endurance, always in motion. "Joker’s no slouch either. I mean-damn. I walked in on him shirtless once, just doing pull-ups in his dorm room—“

"You walked in on me too."

You blinked.

Everyone blinked.

You turned.

Kwon Hyuk was leaning against the doorway, unreadable as always, eyes sharp. But there was something off in his tone. Something almost-

Petulant.

"W—What?" you whispered, your voice suddenly dry.

His voice was low. Barely above a murmur.

"You saw mine."

"Why no comment?"

Your stomach dropped faster than your green onions had that day. Your cheeks flushed a furious red.

Wooin, meanwhile, buried his face deeper into a pillow, muttering "Oh no, he's spiraling. He's definitely spiraling. Someone stop him, please."

You, meanwhile, stared wide-eyed at Hyuk, who now stepped forward with terrifying calm, closing the distance between you and the beanbag.

"You keep talking about Joker this, Vinny that-abs here, abs there-how ripped and god-like they are.”

You gaped. "I—it's not—“

"But not a word about mine."

Was he sulking?

Was the Grim Reaper of Sabbath Crew sulking over ab-related validation?!

You coughed. "Well, I didn't w–wanna be a…a–”

"You were red for a week." He deadpanned, ignoring your flimsy excuse. His voice was flat, as if stating a simple fact he'd observed, noted, and now presented as evidence.

"Shut up!" you hissed, feeling your cheeks burn even hotter, a fresh wave of mortification washing over you.

"You didn't look away."

"I WAS IN SHOCK." you practically shrieked, your voice trembling with suppressed panic. It wasn't a lie, not entirely. You were in shock. A very specific kind of shock involving perfectly sculpted abs and a complete loss of dignity.

He leaned in slightly. Too close. Too knowing. His clean, masculine scent-freshly showered, with a hint of his subtle, unique cologne-suddenly filled your senses. Too close. Too perceptive.

His eyes dropped to your lips for a fleeting second, lingered, then snapped back up to meet your wide, panicked gaze. There was a dangerous glint in his dark eyes, a challenge, a subtle accusation.

"If you liked what you saw…" his voice dropped even lower, a dangerous rumble that vibrated deep in your chest, rattling your very bones. The unspoken challenge hung heavy between you two, daring you to admit the truth. "…You should've said something."

You slapped both hands over your face and groaned a long, drawn-out sound of utter defeat and profound mortification.

This was it. This was your life now. You were going to die of embarrassment, right here, in the Sabbath common room, with Wooin's pillow-muffled despair as your witness.

"Hyuk," you mumbled through your hands, your voice hoarse with exasperation.

"Yes?" His voice was still low, deceptively calm, now laced with an unnerving triumph.

"You're insane!" you finally blurted out, muffled by your hands, frustration clear. (But I like you, you frustrating, possessive man, you thought despairingly.)

He grinned. Grinned.

Not his usual slight quirk of the lips, but a full, slow, triumphant grin, revealing sharp, white teeth that sent a strange shiver down your spine-a confusing mix of intense annoyance, uttar disbelief, and something undeniably thrilling.

It was as if he'd planned this all along, a carefully laid trap, and he was finally seeing his efforts bear fruit.

The Grim Reaper, known for his relentless pursuit on the track, had decided to play a different game, and you were clearly his favorite target.

LATER THAT NIGHT.

You get a message.

KH

next time just ask if you want to see again i don’t mind :)

You scream into your pillow.

He’s evil.

You like him anyway.

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[sylith]

𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓭𝓪 𝓟𝓸𝓹

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Synopsis ~ Inspired by K-Pop Demon Hunters song “Soda Pop”

Tagging ~ @erisawrites @zyart-jpg @hyukwwn @dzvelinaskebiyars @i-nssomniia @wthphe1n @kuchisabishiiiii @bfwooin @sylith

A/N ~ I’m obsessed with every song from this movie! I believe it cured my writers block it feels like I haven’t been writing consistently for ages. I use to write more consistently😭

Hyuk had a tendency to get obsessed with people although it didn’t happen very often once he was obsessed he was unstoppable. Not like you wanted to stop him anyway you had your eyes on him before he had his eyes on you. Yet this obsession was different he doesn’t want to break you like usual.

He’s not the type to be interested in relationships or anything romantic but he will try for you. You were addicting like the dopamine rush he got from racing strong opponents. He just couldn’t get enough of you the more time he spent with you the more he found himself feeling selfish and greedy. According to Wooin this feeling was called a crush.

Compared to you everyone else is boring including the few women that threw themselves at him now that he has a little fame from street racing. He wants nothing to do with them, only you. He finds himself yearning for you. He wants to know more about you, even your darkest secrets. He wants you and he’s not letting you go.

In his mind you’re already his, you just need to know it too. He will wait for you cause he needs you to need him in the same way. There will be a sense of urgency in his actions because although he will wait he doesn’t want to waste any of his precious time without you by his side.

He felt empty almost before you; he never knew he could feel so many emotions in his life, especially for someone else. Growing up he didn’t fit in, the only emotions he showed scared everyone off that dared to approach him. Now you’re all that he can think of even when he wakes up he only remembers his dreams of you. If he had a type it would definitely be you.

Chills run down his spine everytime you make physical contact with him. His body runs hot when you share your first with him. Sweat dripped down his skin with each intimate moment shared between the two of you. He’s not stopping even after the second round after all he waited so long for you. After having a taste of you can’t can’t let you escape.

He’ll make sure to satisfy you in any way he can. He truly can’t get enough of you. He knew he had a problem before but now that he’s gotten himself deeper and deeper to the point of no return. He knows you both can’t exit this relationship so easily. When he finally got to hold you tight in his arms and finally was reassured that you were his. That moment officially marked the start of forever with you.