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Lookism Men x Female! Reader (When you sit on their face)
Genre: smut/lemon🍋 Slight warning: face sitting, eating out, fingering, squirting/cumming overall NSFW CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! (reader is female).
Vin Jin (Vin Ho Bin)
I just realized that I haven't wrote anything for him lmao, so here's for the Vin Jin simps.
He's here for it. Vin doesn't care if you're heavy or not he can god damn lift anyone with just one hand (in previous/latest chapter) so he wouldn't have a problem with you sitting on his face (And another thing his sunglasses stay on his face while eating you out which can be weird lol. Unless if you're super close with him and in an established relationship he may probably remove it off for you to feel more comfortable).
He would be the one to suggest it tbh. And he would tease you for it when you're shy about it. "C'mon Y/N it will be fun, don't tell me you're shy." "VIN JIN!". He will also dirty talk between oral sex while fingering you. "Fuck Y/N, you're so fucking wet for me. I could slip my cock inside of you if you're like this. You like that right?"
He really likes fragile and soft girls, so he'll definitely get a hard on when he fucks you just by using his mouth. He'll humiliate you in any ways. With his mouth, cock or fingers he's super good with it.
Vin likes doing it on the couch or bed so he feels more comfortable when eating you out while you squish his face. He's definitely the type to tease your entrance and clit then his tongue would turn into Flash real quick.
Also laughs and smirk at you when you squirm and rub your pussy against his mouth when you're close to cumming. He would lick every inch of you until you can't walk anymore honey ;).
Jace Park (Park Bum Jae)
Contrasting Vin's confidence in sexual activities, he would be definitely be 100% nervous about it. If he's too shy and flustered about kissing or hugging someone, what more in sex?
This man is devoted for Burn Knuckles all his life and hasn't thought about getting a girlfriend. But if you managed to win his heart and trust, he would be more clingy especially in private (but he's still nervous crossing that line y'know).
He would prefer trying other sexual activities like you giving him the head or fingering you. But after some trial and errors, couple of times doing it and exploring his kinks and what he doesn't like, he might even suggest or initiate about the idea.
Jace is 100% worried that you'll crush him with your weight lmao (not body shaming but don't blame him he never done anything like this before).
He would prefer doing it on the bed since it's more comfortable when he's lying down. And the first time you both tried it, he's experimenting on his actions if he's making you satisfied while being cautious. He's overall giving you kitty licks and he's softly sucking on your clit. He would also be a little bit surprised if you squirted on his face lmao.
After some practice and patience, Jace would definitely learn about sex and what makes it pleasurable which will make up to his inexperience.
Goo Kim (Kim Joon Goo)
A god damn menace, he wouldn't even let you cum!
He really likes teasing you a lot even when it's not about making out in the bed and fucking. Like Vin he's super confident about his oral skills. He would be the first to suggesting it especially if you're shy about it (would also tease you which will tick you off lol). And if you requested him to sit on his face, he would also tease you lmao but he'll obey you nonetheless.
Also likes doing it neither on the couch or bed. He would definitely give you lots of kitty licks, teasing you on purpose while you squirm and cry about being overstimulated "G-Goo! Stop teasing me!" "C'mon baby patience. I'm doing my best here. Fuck you' taste so good".
If you told him to go faster, he'll go slower and vice versa (this bitch). He'll even laugh at your reactions and noises that you make, adding vibration on your core (Istg this man). "Fuuckkkk, Goo!" "You look so cute when you squirm, you want me to fuck you with my mouth right? Such a good girl".
Goo really likes it when you ride on his face while he eats you out. He feels more aroused when you rail on his mouth. He also doesn't give you warnings if he'll go faster. He wants to tease and shock you to the core just by using his mouth. He also wonders if you'll react the same way if his dick is inside you ;).
He likes sucking on your clit while fingering you just to see you go crazy about him and just him, making you squirt.
Gun Park (Park Jon Gun)
Another mf right here. He won't let you rest. If you asked him to fuck you, he'll fulfill your wishes of course. But remember, Gun's your master so you must obey him. Or else you wouldn't get what you want.
You know he's a beast in fighting, so he wouldn't be different when it comes on sex. He can make you crazy in many ways possible. He can make you cum just by his hands alone or with his long and thick cock. So it wouldn't be different with his tongue (Does he train his mouth too? Who knows).
He doesn't care if he gets to eat you out while you sit on his face everywhere. On the bed, couch or even inside the car he's down for it.
Gun's just like Goo girl, if you asked him to go faster he'll slow down and vice versa. The only difference is when he gets serious (which is most of the time unlike Goo), he would lick you off with no mercy. He doesn't give a shit if you're heavy, he has a strong body so he can manage your weight.
He would also dirty talk a lot if he's on the mood to tease you or he'll be lapping on your cunt like a hungry animal who hasn't got its meal for years. He can be both if you asked me. And the more you started moaning and getting louder, the more his pace will turn faster. You can feel his smirk forming against your pussy. "Look how wet you are. So pathetic, you really are a slut for me huh?"
Gun would taste every part of you. He's so good at multi-tasking that he can rub your swollen clit while his tongue is inside you and his other hand will jerk himself off. He also wants to feel good. So masturbating while eating you out is a big win for him.
Gun also likes it when you rub your core against his face. Though he prefers you shaving since your hair can irritate his skin. Nonetheless if you enjoy his company, he'll make sure you'll crave for more.
James Lee/DG (Kang Dag Yeom)
Eye contact. Mega eye contact. If you're the shy type he would definitely ask you to look at his face while he licks you off. Or else he wouldn't let you cum (this fucker).
He's also like Gun, if he's a beast in fighting it's no different in making love in your bed. Though he will be more gentle and cautious especially if it's your first time since he doesn't want to go hard and unconsciously hurt you. But the second you get used to it his tongue turns faster than Flash.
DG doesn't care if you're heavy or not since his body is also strong. He actually has different moods. He's the gentle one, the tease and complete fucker who will mess you out whether it's through penetration, fingering or oral sex.
DG also doesn't care where to do it but he prefers his sexual activity on private since he's an idol and he doesn't want to get into scandals. So doing it with you on places like his apartment is much more safer.
He also likes it when you grind your pussy against his face. It makes him more encouraged to fuck you. He's definitely the type to suck your clit while pushing his three fingers inside you or he would flick his tongue on your entrance obviously teasing you (he likes the soft whines and loud sounds you make). Like Gun he also prefers it if you shave or trim your hair since it can also irritate his skin.
What if it's James Lee who's eating you out? No difference either. He'll just be more of a tease and would overstimulate you a lot so be prepared.
#lookism x reader#lookism x y/n#lookism x you#lookism smut#park jonggun x reader#gun park x reader#goo x reader#james lee x reader#dg x reader#vin jin x reader#jace x reader
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More of Jake Kim x top!male reader please! Like the reader help Jake to unwind after a long day (and also can you please add 69 position too, like somewhere in the story?) Thank you in advance!
𝗠𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖*𝗖𝗞
✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x jake kim/kim gimyung
✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 top!amab! reader, bottom!jake, 69, blowjob (jake giving reader), rimming and fingering (reader giving jake), anal sex, very light sub/dom dynamic alternating between sub/dom jake and sub/dom reader
✧ 𝖠/𝖭 This one is another that was in my drafts for weeks because I got lost in the narrative, sorry for the delay
Not even if Jake wanted to he would be able to hide from you how tired he was, so even in front of your slightly worried look he just smiled as he let the bag slide from his shoulder to the floor, giving you that usual bright smile and fell into your open arms on the sofa in the living room. There were deep circles under his dark eyes, and even the daily phone calls weren't enough to make up for it when Jake spent the last few days away from home, training and looking to learn more about his dad.
"You need a shower," you said, arms tightening around his waist so you could hold him closer.
"Wow, thanks, I missed you too, [name]," he replied, feigning annoyance that broke within seconds as a chuckle escaped his lips. You weren't wrong though, Jake spent the last few hours on on a long journey in a stuffy bus because it was the last option if he wanted to get home today and Jake couldn't stand being one day longer away from you, from what was left of the Big Deal and from home.
"I missed you," you stated, lifting his chin with your index finger so you could take his lips in a kiss. "So much."
Jake melted against your chest, the weight in his shoulders seeming to melt away as your lips molded against each other. His mouth dropped open for you in a show of submission that didn't sit well with him. But Jake was damn tired and he couldn't think of anything better than to lay back and let you have your way with him.
You pulled back, breaking the kiss, your hands trailing down Jake's rigid back over the sweat-soaked t-shirt - from shoulder blades to coccyx.
"You're tense," you commented. "Dinner, shower and sleep?"
And as tempting as that offer was, Jake countered:
"Bath and you fuck me until I pass out?"
One of your hands came up to run through his hair and Jake could almost see the thoughts running through your head, but more than that, he could feel you slowly getting hard against his stomach and he almost instinctively moved to touch you, hand open falling over the tent that formed in your pants.
"You-" you started, but cut yourself off with a soft moan, eyes darkening. "Okay, whatever you want, yeobo."
The freezing water under that Jake did his best to take a quick shower under and make sure his body was clean for you was unable to lessen the heat building in his body like flames slowly getting bigger. The odor of sweat was replaced by the smell of soap and water and when Jake pressed two fingers inside himself to make sure he was ready and clean for you, his dick reacted in an interested twitch even under the cold spray. That's when he decided he couldn't wait another minute.
You were sitting on the bed, back against the headboard, naked — as Jake had ordered you before entering the bathroom —, cock hard against the stomach with the head red and oozing, begging to be touched, you didn't however, never would dare touch yourself without Jake's express and clear permission and you hadn't received it in weeks.
It was hard to know which of you two was more looking forward to having the other after so long apart.
Jake dripped all the way from the bathroom to the bed, wet footprints and water droplets left behind on the floor and then onto the sheet as he climbed onto the bed. In erotic familiarity, placing each leg on either side of your hips and sitting on top of you, like a king on a throne. The feel of your bare skins touching sent an instant thrill through his veins.
Your hands landed on his hips, cocks mere inches apart. Jake melted under the attention, an almost basic need to be near you, under you or over you igniting all of his senses, more than he needed to breathe or eat or sleep or drink, he needed you and it was getting harder and harder keep thinking straight.
"How do you want this, jagiya?" The title of 'sir' or 'boss' or 'master' for when you felt more submerged and obedient than usual wasn't there today, although the lightness in your tone was the same as usual, a silent plea for 'please tell me what to do'.
"First," Jake began, gently rocking his hips. Your cocks rubbed together briefly, the sensitive tips bumping into each other and mixing the leaking pre-cum before Jake's hips drew back again. Your fingers tightened on his waist as you watched the lustful display. "Kiss me."
You did. You kissed him hard and longingly, wistful after all the days you spent apart, fingers sinking into his skin and pulling him against you as your tongue slipped into his mouth.
Jake's mouth opened easily for you, hand finding your hard cock that pressed against his. You were already wet for him, already oozing even though he barely touched you.
Jake's fingers barely closed around your cock and each pull drew familiar, erotic sounds from you that were lost in the kiss. He knew you made even more delicious sounds when his mouth was on you, when your cock worked its way down his throat at whatever pace Jake decided he wanted. His mouth watered at the faint memory of your smell and taste; hole tightening.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss and lowered his attention to watch the bulbous head of your cock disappearing between his thin, callused fingers, semi-transparent beads of pre-cum wetting them.
"I want you inside," he said, the honey-sweet words rolling off his tongue. "Get me ready for your cock."
You snarled like a wild animal and he felt your cock twitch in the grip of his hand. Jake can't help but laugh, proud of himself for having such an effect on you.
"Go get the lube and stop teasing me or I might come before I even get inside you."
"Dare and I'll put a chastity belt on you."
Jake gave you two last tugs, finding it difficult to stop touching you before getting off of you and crawling to the end of the bed where he could reach the lube on the nightstand among other toys stored there.
You fixed your pillow and moved to lay on the bed, patting your chest. "Come here."
He went with a wide, perverted smile on his thin lips, handing the lube into your hands before positioning himself as you wanted.
Your free hands soon returned to help him position himself, pulling him back until his ass was close to your face. Jake's legs sank bent into the mattress, wet cock dragging against your chest and your own cock ending up at a tempting distance from his face. Despite the excitement bubbling in his stomach, the new position brings a flush to his cheeks. Jake couldn't stop thinking about how he must look in your eyes, all open and exposed and within easy reach of you; tight balls visible between the legs and hole twitching where you could now see with your hands holding his ass cheeks apart. Embarrassment aside, he really liked it.
Your breath hit against the wrinkled muscles, a mere forewarning of what was to come before your tongue made the first contact. Jake melted with a loud groan, falling completely flat on top of you, all strength seeming to leave his body.
Your fingers dig into his skinny ass, spreading it further apart as your face sinks against him, your tongue, wet and soft and so good, rubbing against the tightly contracted muscles, licking and kissing and making his hole a mess of saliva and spit. Completely dirty.
His entire body shudders under the stimulation and your tongue is fucking him, pressing its way inside and the muscles in his legs immediately tense, rocking back powerless against the heat of your mouth as he struggles to get more of your tongue, needy. And it's not enough and at the same time it's so much, so much and he wants more, deeper, more-
Jake knew he was being loud, he knew he was being damn loud and damn needy as he rocked back against your mouth, one of his hands reaching behind to help keep himself open as he felt one of your fingers easily slide inside his relaxed hole, and then another one. He had missed it. Missed you, the sex with you.
With his other hand, Jake took your cock and brought it to his mouth, eyes falling closed as the familiar weight slid into his mouth and onto his tongue, the bitter taste of your pre-cum making him moan as soon as it hit his senses.
Your tongue pressed inside him, right between the two fingers you held scissors apart inside him and a muscle in his leg jumped. He could feel his hole opening and closing, tightening around the intrusion, the combined sensations of your fingers and tongue eliciting a insane pleasure from him.
Mind overheated, Jake didn't even notice that his mouth had stopped working. He just kept your cock in the heat of his mouth, making no move to suck or lick. Like your personal cock warmer, saliva pooling on his tongue and eyes drooping shut in an attempt to deal with the intensity of your touch, he gave in to the sensations. It was a strange thought that didn't scare him, if Jake could pick his paradise then this would be it: rationality turned off with sweetness by your hands and mouth, body being used by you.
Jake's cock dripped nonstop, occasionally twitching where it was pressed between your and his bodies. His feet sank into the sheets, legs trying constantly to close, body continuing trying to curl and tighten in involuntary reactions.
Your fingers slid along the sensitive walls, just a little deeper, seeming to play with him; in, out, rubbing and pressing, until your fingers curled inside him, hitting his prostate and a moan died in Jake's throat.
His entire body was so hot Jake didn't even notice his cock spilling out. The orgasm came easy and smooth, coursing through him in gentle shock waves that had his hole clenching around your fingers so hard it felt like it wanted to suck on them. Moans echoed around your cock in his mouth, spittle running down his parted lips and then chin.
You gently rocked your fingers in and out of him, helping him ride out the orgasm, wet tongue sloppily licking the rim that clung to your digits. Jake clamped his lips around your cock, sucking weakly as small shock waves ran down his spine. His dick twitched again, spilling every last drop onto your chest, his balls squeezing tightly.
Then your fingers were gone, leaving him devastatingly empty. A whimper rose all the way up his throat.
“Shhh,” you shushed him. "Hush now, love."
Your firm hands moved up to his hips, moving him off of you with an ease that never failed to make Jake's mind short circuit. He loved it when you moved him. He went easily, mouth now empty, letting you lay him down on the bed, chest against the sheets, muscles relaxed and malleable under your power.
"I'm going to fuck you now, yes?"
Jake groaned, gripping the sheet between his fingers, eagerly spreading his legs for you.
He couldn't force himself to form coherent words and he didn't even need to, all that existed was the fat head of your cock wet with Jake's saliva pressed against the open, relaxed rim.
Then you sank inside him, with one thrust. Jake felt his muscles being stretched with a burning sensation that sizzled through his spine, your cock pushing its way in until it sits completely deep inside, your hips resting against his ass. The preparation hadn't been enough to rid him of the pain, you both knew that the burn of stretching always left Jake trembling, yearning for more.
“So tight for me, Jake,” you murmur, lips against the heated skin of his shoulder. "So good, so sweet, such a pretty whore."
Jake sobs at the praise, eyes falling closed as he surrenders to the overwhelm of being filled, the sensation almost too much, leaving him trembling beneath you, sweet hole quivering and twitching, sweat running down the back of his neck.
And you just stay there, weight steady against his lean back, rolling your hips against him without rushing, feeling Jake's hole opening and relaxing gently against the pressure, like he was made for this, like he was made for your cock and nothing else.
#x male reader#x top reader#x male top reader#x top male reader#lookism x y/n#lookism x male reader#lookism x reader#lookism smut#jake kim x male reader#jake kim x reader#kim gimyung x reader#kim gimyung x male reader#kim gimyeong#lookism fic
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❪ LOOKISM BOYS<33 ❫
❮ little sweetheart (child!reader) ⟡
↳ platonic!Harem (workers version)
- Who knew a young child is involved in such a criminal association such as the workers? Who knew the young sweetheart has captured many of the workers hearts’ as well?
- Your presence was sudden, having been introduce by none other than Charles Choi, giving everyone a brief notice that you are welcomed by the elite CEO himself, that must mean something. You’re special.
- You play such big parts in the worker’s plans despite being young(around 13-14 yrs old), earning Eugene’s approval, praising you for your logical intelligence as he pats your head in soft caresses
- Yuseong, his younger twin, has taken a liking to you as well, offering to let you play with his toys whenever you visit the company--Which happens ever so often, but nobody complained, in fact, they preferred your presence over anything else
- It didn’t matter that you were childish, it was a part of growing after all, a reason why Eugene lets you run rampant inside his company like it’s a playground. Eugene creates rules for safety measure, but other then that, he gave you the privilege to do anything, even going as far as to enter the room when there’s a meeting.
- Samuel acts ever so stoic and dull on you, scolds and huffs at you like a tired father, yet he hopes you know that he only means well. He takes pleasure in being your bodyguard, pretending to act as if it’s nothing when he hears your arrival, yet he is always at the entrance, eager to meet your doe eyes as you open your arms to hug him, to which he complies
- He has taken you to rides before, often being assigned to take you to the private and luxurious school Charles Choi has transferred you in, but he didn’t mind it, even when he clicks his tongue in feigned annoyance, yet he still assists you, even going as far as to show off in his 100 million car. He has grown to like you alot, to the point he lets you play around in his cars
- “Oi! You scratched the new leather seats I got.” “I’m sorry Sir Samuel, I didn’t mean to!” “... It’s fine, just keep still next time, brat.” If it were someone else, they would’ve been 6 ft under.
- Neko gushed at your cuteness, ignorant of the fact that a young teen managed to enter the private area filled with blood and gore--She definitely hides you from the treacherous games, but yet she wanted you to stay.
Ryuhei Kuroda kept pinching your cheeks and teasing you for your height since the day you came, thinking of you as the child of him and Neko, such childish dreams, but he made it obvious all the time
“Yah, Neko~ Our baby Y/n is here!” “Want your papa to buy you a toy or something? Oh, right…. Yeah, I’m your papa!"
Now gun and goo, even with a child, they are still so careless
Goo screams your name from a mile away throughout the entire building, opening his arms wide as he runs towards you, holding you up in the air as he twirls the both of you around
Being given mission by Charles Choi, the infamous pair are always there by your side, protecting you from any harm as you complete your quests for the workers affiliates
Gun, as with his calm demeanor, it’s relaxing to be with him, receiving soft pats and short praises from him many times, not to mention his liking towards carrying you
Whenever you’re with him, he doesn’t waste no time to hold you with one arm and resumes to his schemes, he may be quiet but he’s really great with the littlest of details
You don’t like pickles on your burger? He’ll get rid of it before you can even see it. You gushed about a pair of toys 2 week ago? It’s inside your bedroom now. You only like a certain color in a pack of gummy bears? He’ll pick them himself so you wouldn’t have to <3
Goo is vocal with his wants, always whining that you should call him “Big brother/Oppa” instead of ‘sir’! Spends millions on you, from the headband on your head, to the custom made designer shoes you wear for school.
He’s a maniac, he’s a psycho, but he just couldn’t help but feel at ease with you, for once he’s not meeting new members just as a nutcase like him, you were a breath of fresh air for him
They all protect your innocence from the illegal work they do, they’ll protect you from being ruined, not matter what, you’re their little baby after all <3
Little do they know you’re just as deranged as them lol
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j high trio with an oblivious! reader
->warnings: yandere themes but lightly, manipulation, typical violence.
-> request by anon! Hello author! Can I ask yandere j high trio with oblivious reader? Thank you
-> a/n: it’s a little late, but here it is! and it’s a little short compared to my usual works, but I hope you guys enjoy.
DANIEL PARK
-> aren’t you adorable? someone that easily stole his heart by basically being nice to him in his both bodies. also, who couldn’t fall in love with you? the nicest person in school who cares and befriend anyone despite their looks or personality. it wasn’t hard enough to ask you out after classes for a simple date at the city.
-> and the date was perfect! a small cafe where he payed for the entire meal (despite your initial offer to pay half) and even walked you back home after! what a sweet guy he is, it easy to say that he stolen your heart in minutes and Daniel is quite lucky to have someone like you in his life!
ZACK LEE
-> most of the time, he is losing his mind over how oblivious you are about everything. what do you mean you never noticed his crush on you? he literally walked you home several times and even got you numerous gifts in the recently weeks! gladly, he spoken about his feeling for you in a way that thankfully you managed to get it.
-> despite the harsh start, Zack is more than willingly to date you and of course, he is super happy having you as his significant other after spending so much time admiring you from afar. his efforts were payed with you holding his hand during lunch breaks and the many dates he is planning to take you out.
VASCO
-> no one truly know how the two of you are together. he is already a little awkwardly around girl, but around you? he seems like a different person (in a good way though). more gentler than ever, careful and more aware of his surroundings.
-> it’s quite a cute view seeing how Vasco follows you around during the times you hangout with him after school. the knuckles see you as a great addition to Vasco life after everything he has gone through and even though you are sometimes spacing out, they know vasco deeply love you and would do anything to assure your safety.
@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost
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𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬
Note: I have a couple of requests that I’m still working on in my drafts, which I’m very excited about, but this idea came to me and I figured I’d release some fluff while I can~ ♡︎
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of abuse, implied nudity (sfw), mentions of violence, blood, mild cursing. James’ is angsty and went off track of being “fluffy” and “bubble bath-y”.
Warren • Eli • Olly • Vasco • Jerry • Brad • James • Samuel
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧
🝮 You rap your knuckles lightly against the bathroom door, staring down at the grimy wood floor.
🝮 “Can I come in?”
🝮 There’s a pause before Warren replies. You hear the water churning, and listen as he heaves a shaky sigh
🝮 “Yeah… come in.” His voice is slightly muffled, but you swing open the door anyway
🝮 You would’ve never pictured yourself in this situation. Never in a million years.
🝮 You stare at Warren, eyes quickly glossing over his tightly formed muscles covered in bruises, making your way to his side in the dingy bathtub.
🝮 Warren sits still, avoiding eye contact as you squeeze more soap into the water.
🝮 “This was the only stuff I could find,” you say apologetically, pouring in a good portion of the bubbles
🝮 Soon the dank hotel bathroom smells like honeysuckle and the tub is filled with sudsy puffs of foam.
🝮 Warren closes his eyes, turning his face away from you.
🝮 His attempts to hide the hue of color rising to his cheeks fails, and you will away the smirk that threatens to form at the sight.
🝮 You and Warren are only in that broken down hotel because A, it’s the only place you could afford, and B, he was running away again.
🝮 Max and Derek were off on their own… Warren lost track of them after their first encounter with the police.
🝮 So here you were, sitting with Warren in a cheap hotel, tending to him after he got himself in another fist fight.
🝮 “Another win?” You ask, wetting your washcloth with the warm water.
🝮 Warren nods, finally looking at you. You’re perched on the side of the tub, a concerned expression adorning your features.
🝮 Warren feels a hollow drop in his stomach, feeling exposed beneath your heavy gaze.
🝮 Your thumbpad rubs slow circles against his jaw as the both of you fight off embarrassment, your warm fingers soothing your pounding hearts
🝮 The washcloth dabs away at the blood on his neck as you slowly clean off his cuts and scrapes.
🝮 “How long (do I have to stay with) you (in this) stupid (place?)” he grumbles, feeling a touch of guilt for dragging you into his mess and forcing you into this awkward situation.
🝮 Why are you suddenly looking at him like that?
🝮 “Warren I don’t think you finished your sentence…” you glare, wiping away at the dry blood on his pectorals.
🝮 “(Oh…) sorry.”
🝮 Warren’s face continues to heat up with embarrassment as your eyes roam over his body. You yourself feel your cheeks growing warm.
🝮 “Once I finish up we should head to bed. I’ll take you to Hostel in the morning,” you murmur quietly.
🝮 Warren stares at the foamy bubbles, his expression gone blank
🝮 The warm water, earthy smell, and gentle scrubs slowly melt him as he relaxes into the tub.
🝮 You wash off the bloody towel in the sink, glancing over at Warren’s athletic form.
🝮 “…It was bad again… wasn’t it?” You ask quietly, ringing out the cloth with pruned hands.
🝮 You aren’t talking about the street fight.
🝮 Warren subconsciously closes his legs, his hands moving to his thighs and mindlessly drawing foamy bubbles closer to himself
🝮 “(Well) he was mad (about the runaway thing). He got on me for (not finishing) my sentences.”
🝮 You nod, approaching Warren once again.
🝮 Your hands move over his body tenderly, scrubbing him down with a gentle touch.
🝮 The sweet-smelling bubbles float into your face and hair, curtesy of Warren “accidentally” splashing you.
🝮 You assume most of the bruises below his waistline are from the caretaker… and are sure to be gentle as you scrub down there
🝮 The dank bathroom, filled with the warm smell of honeysuckle, is where Warren drifts off to sleep. You use the towel to ruffle his hair and help him out of the bath. All those foamy bubbles are down the drain.
𝐄𝐥𝐢
🝮 “Eli you should take a bath…” you had told him.
🝮 He had been sitting on the couch, staring up at the ceiling while he rubbed at his arms and legs.
🝮 “It’s okay, I already showered. I’m more sore than I am dirty,” he looked at you, smiling tersely.
🝮 You deadpanned, and gave him a how-could-you-be-so-stupid look.
🝮 You told him the facts: taking a warm bath would help sooth his aching muscles, and that he should try it if he wanted some relief.
🝮 He was a real lazy-teen-dad about it until you started running the water. 🥔
🝮 “Too late to turn back now, bro.” You crossed your arms and smirked. (Sally was very proud of you)
🝮 So that’s how you ended up here…
🝮 You’re looking through the cabinets, avoiding looking behind you as Eli lays naked in the hot tub, most likely giving you a dead glare.
🝮 You look for the bubble bath solution- the athletic soap that you had given Warren for Christmas.
🝮 It’s not there… and the only alternative you can find is…
🝮 “Yenna will be so pleased…” you grimace, squeezing more of the baby-bubble solution into the tub.
🝮 It smells almost unnatural- like baby powder or something.
🝮 Eli doesn’t seem to notice. He leans his head back against the tile, closing his eyes in contentment.
🝮 You avoid staring until the suds of bubbles have completely covered his lower areas. After all, you gotta be polite around Big Daddy.
🝮 On your knees, you kneel down beside Eli, scrubbing at his shoulders with your soapy washcloth
🝮 You don’t notice, but he opens his eyes to look at you
🝮 Eli has always seen you from a special perspective. That’s what how he pictures as you lean over him, hands gently and meticulously rubbing up and down his biceps; his eyes dark but soulful, watching you as though someday he’s going to loose you… and if he blinks you might disappear; you’re special.
🝮 You feel the damp warmth of of his hand cupping the back of your neck, prompting you to catch Eli’s gaze.
🝮 He’s barely a breath away, his lips closer to your face than you can remember.
🝮 “(Y/N)…”
🝮 The door creaks open.
🝮 Your sandals slip on the wet floor.
🝮 A spray of bubbles and bath water accompany your splash as you flip into the tub
🝮 Eli: 😨😳🫣
🝮 You: 😶🌫️
🝮 Sally: 😲
🝮 Sally slams the door shut, apologizing profusely, leaving you and Eli helpless in the bathtub.
🝮 “I’m so sorry! Sorry! I was just coming to bring you Warren’s bath soap!”
🝮 Eli casts you a sharp glance, evidently embarrassed and trying desperately to redirect his attention.
🝮 “(Y/N)… whose soap is this…?” 🫧
𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲
🝮 You kneel down by the side of the tub awkwardly, placing the container of bubble bath solution on the base.
🝮 “Does it feel nice?” Is the only lame remark that comes to your mind.
🝮 Olly is oddly quiet, leaning his head back onto the wall and absorbing in the steam.
🝮 “Feels awesome!”
🝮 You smile, once again feeling awkward, mindlessly poking your finger into the water.
🝮 ❗️
🝮 “OUCH! OLLY-!” You yank your finger out from the piping hot water, wiping the flushed tip against your shirt.
🝮 He looks at you, startled, his emotions a flurry of turmoil
🝮 “What the hell?!” He exclaims
🝮 You shoot him a sharp glance, turning down the water knob to a colder setting
🝮 “That water is burning hot Big Daddy…” you murmur, sliding your fingers into the water to check the temperature.
🝮 Olly doesn’t say anything; he wordlessly grabs the soap and bath bomb dunks it into the cooler water.
🝮 “I mean I knew it was hot! I’m not that stupid-!” He laughs, splashing you with the newly formed suds of bubbles
🝮 They smell like herbs… but you turn your nose up in disgust nonetheless
🝮 “You just couldn’t tell it was burning your skin?” You ask, grabbing his pink-washed arm and scrubbing with the bath sponge.
🝮 He nods, using his free hand to push back the dreadlocks that fall onto his forehead.
🝮 “Please wash your hair—”“Nope!”
🝮 More puffs of bubbles launch into the air as Olly flicks water at you, “You’re such a buzz-kill! It pisses me off!”
🝮 You glare at him steely. However… you’re aware violence won’t work on him… and you’re technically below him in the ranks.
🝮 “…Can you stop training with that guy? He’s not teaching you proper hygienics.”
🝮 Olly grows silent, sinking into the foamy water with a quiet “shut up…”
🝮 You wipe off the dry blood from the dips and grooves in his toning muscles, ever-so-gently.
🝮 Olly knows that his body is temporary— he’s wasting it imprudently and he needs to be more careful. But it confuses him as to why you, of all people, are so gentle with him.
🝮 Even if your touch feels dull and light against his skin; he can sense you treat him gingerly, like he’s fragile or something. (Which he is… and he knows it.)
🝮 He catches your eyes roaming freely down his tattered body, ogling at the bruises and scratches that would’ve winded a normal person.
🝮 He splashes you with more bubbles.
🝮 Why do you have to be so serious all the time?!
🝮 It’s killing the mood…
🝮 And it’s making him blush.
𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨
🝮 You walk into the bathroom and it smells like peaches.
🝮 The tub is already filled, and you’ve already inserted the bath-bomb. The surface of the water is dyed orange and cream; little bubbles hide in the corners of the tub.
🝮 “You can get in now,” you call. “The water’s ready.”
🝮 You remain squatted by the side of the tub, but your eyes are glued to the ground. You’re not looking up, no matter how much you may or may not want to. Vasco made you swear it.
🝮 You hear his bare feet slap against the bathroom tiles, and listen as he sucks in an awed breath.
🝮 “That’s what the bathbomb does?” His voice sounds deep and monotonous, but you can sense his radiating excitement. Knowing Vasco, he’s probably flushed with pleasure.
🝮 “Uh huh. Hop on in.”
🝮 He’s sweet… he didn’t want to embarrass you by flaunting his impressive physique around the bathroom without any clothes on.
🝮 And yet you sit there by his side, pouring soap onto a bath sponge, clearly still embarrassed.
🝮 Once he’s actually in the tub, and the colored water has completely covered the things you aren’t allowed to see… it’s smooth sailing.
🝮 Euntae eases into the tub, dozing off and relaxing.
You can’t help but smile; you had been absolutely right when you told him that he’d like it.
🝮 He was more sore than usual, apparently, so you had suggested an ice bath or a hot soak. Jace agreed… as long as you took care of the whole thing.
🝮 “I’m not the one he’s in love with,” he waved dismissively, smirking in satisfaction with the way you grew silent.
🝮 “Jace he loves you more than he loves me…” you had insisted, but it was no use.
🝮 Vasco turns to you, a goofy smile on his face, his expression tender.
🝮 “Do you wanna get in with me?” “Euntae!”
🝮 You flick water at him, shaking your head defiantly, trying to hold back your smile.
🝮 “Do you?” His smile only broadens.
🝮 You shrug, lazily splashing more water in his direction.
🝮 Who would’ve guessed that one move would be the downfall of your peaceful bath.
🝮 Vasco, in short, still hasn’t mastered the art of restraint when it comes to water fights.
𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲
🝮 The door into the sitting room opens, and you quickly sweep your eyes around for anyone nearby.
🝮 Surely the world hates you. You grimace, opening the door fully to face the wrath of Big Deal’s number three, four, and six.
🝮 You walk with feigned confidence over to the grocery bag near the table, rummaging through the inside anxiously.
🝮 Brad and Lineman watch you from the couch; The former sets his drink down to observe you better. Neither of them say anything, but they draw Jason’s attention to you.
🝮 “What’re you doing?” he asks accusingly, effectively halting your movements with little to no effort.
🝮 “I’m trying to find the soap…” you reply offhandedly, keeping your eyes on the bag as you finally find the container.
🝮 “Who needs soap?” Brad chimes in with a tone leagues less intimidating than Jason’s.
🝮 “Uh- Jerry,” you answer nonchalantly, straightening up with a blank expression.
🝮 As usual, the subject of Jerry Kwon is one you handle with calculated disinterest. You don’t smile when you mention him, you keep your expression indifferent and make an effort not to appear otherwise.
🝮 And yet, somehow, even Brad and Lineman get the impression that there’s more to it than that.
🝮 Jason in particular sees straight through your bluffs, eyeing you steely with a hint of annoyance. He’s guessed there’s more to your feelings for Big Deal’s number two than meets the eye.
🝮 But can he call you out on it? No.
🝮 “What does he need soap for?” he quips, crossing his legs and staring at you expectantly.
🝮 “He’s taking a bath…?” Once again, you regulate the amount of emotion you express. You don’t show the slightest hint of giddiness of embarrassment.
🝮 “Anyways, I’m off guys~ Jerry needs me.”
🝮 And with that you leave the room, swinging the door shut behind you and making your way towards the bathroom.
🝮 You knock courteously, but before he can answer you’ve opened the door and thrown the bottle of soap across the bathroom. You hear it plop into the water; your eyes are squeezed shut as you close the door behind you.
🝮 “Pour it all in, okay? I’m not opening my eyes until the bubbles are all sudsy.”
🝮 Jerry just sits there with the canister of bubble bath soap in his hands, his large body feeling uncomfortable and cramped in the dingy bathtub, blood still trickling down his forearms. He’s frozen for a solid thirty seconds… and then he obeys
🝮 You don’t look until you feel a damp foam land on your nose, and your eyes shoot open.
🝮 Jerry looks innocent, pretending he totally-did-not-just-splash-you-with-bubbles. You rub your nose, glaring playfully.
🝮 “You just let the kids hit you?” You ask quietly, readying the washcloth in the sink. In your peripherals you catch Jerry nodding.
🝮 “I didn’t want to hurt them. I think they were on something…”
🝮 You smile musingly; typical Jerry. You toss the washcloth at him to use, preparing another one for yourself.
🝮 For the next half hour or so you sit by his side, wiping away at the scrapes and bruises on his arms and on his knuckles.
🝮 Do you both feel incredibly shy? Yes. Who wouldn’t feel shy when they’re in a room with the biggest hunk who happens to be naked. And besides, Jerry is Jerry. What’s not to feel flustered about? And who wouldn’t feel shy, being in the bathtub completely naked with arguably the most attractive member of Big Deal? After all… (Y/N) is (Y/N).
🝮 “Talk about puppy love,” Brad laughs, staring down the hallway and listening to the rumble of your voice mingled with Jerry’s.
🝮 Jason rolls his eyes, “They’re messing with Jerry’s head. They should just get a room already.”
🝮 Lineman glances wonderingly between the other two, “How long has this been going on?”
🝮 “Forever.”
𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐝
🝮 Brad doesn’t know what to think…
🝮 The warm glow of the scented candles littering the room is the only light source in the bathroom. They’re everywhere, scattered against the rim of the tub and across the sink counter.
🝮 A few bubbles float across the transparent water, but he doesn’t complain. He never complained in the first place. He never even asked for this.
🝮 And— there you are again, swinging open the door with a bundle of items in your arms.
🝮 Brad has been watching you bustle in and out for ten minutes…
🝮 You can’t help it, honestly, there’s just a lot of things you had planned and now you’re forgetting everything 😔
🝮 You kneel beside the tub, placing your items on the floor, “Okay, I got a couple different soap brands because I wasn’t sure which scent you’d like… uhm,” you glance up to meet his gaze
🝮 Brad just stares at you, listening attentively with a slight furrow in his brow. You quickly look down again, unable to maintain eye contact at the moment.
🝮 “So… yeah. I also brought some bath bombs— they’ll just color the water and stuff. And then here’s the sponge and-”
🝮 “(Y/N)…?” He interjects uncertainly, “Why are you so nervous?”
🝮 Ugh… oh well
🝮 You shrug, keeping your gaze fixated on the floor
🝮 Brad’s damp finger drags beneath your chin to meet your eyes, concern washed over his features.
🝮 Rizz 🕺
🝮 “I knew Big Deal’s (Y/N) (L/N) was a bit overrated… but I never figured they were a downright tomato.”
🝮 “I don’t blush you twerp!” You smack the side of his head
🝮 Brad just sinks into the water, a lighthearted smile on his lips, clearly smug.
🝮 “Whatever hippo,” you battle off your embarrassment (do I really turn red? Is that possible? With my complexion can you even tell?) and toss in a pink bath bomb
🝮 And for the rest of the time you enjoy your little self-care date; basking in the aroma of the scented candles, soaking in the warmth of the water (or at least Brad does).
🝮 Brad is eventually convinced to turn into Brenda, and gives you a manicure
𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬
🝮 The bathroom is small and steamy.
🝮 It’s a three-in-one… hair, body, and bubble bath. It claims to calm and smooth children, and apparently smells like lavender.
🝮 That’s the soap you pour into the tub anyways, even if lavender isn’t his favorite scent.
🝮 Soon the fluffy white bubbles are dyed rustic red, and the water turns a light copper. The shower head sprays water into his sweaty flop of hair; trails of blood and water wash down the sides of his sickeningly blank face.
🝮 You turn off the shower, facing him with a sigh.
🝮 James Lee just sits there, returning your gaze with an expression of pure boredom.
🝮 His messy array of red hair blends in perfectly with the blood staining his hands. You kneel beside him, grabbing a washcloth and beginning to scrub away at the metallic liquid.
🝮 “How much of it is yours…?” you ask
🝮 “Do you really wanna know?”
🝮 A smirk ghosts his lips; all of James’ flamboyance and arrogance summed up in a single move.
🝮 You had already concluded that was the case. Most of the blood wasn’t his own.
🝮 You feel awkward— pampering him even if he had been busting up thugs a few minutes ago. James doesn’t seem to mind, or care really, about the attention you’re giving him.
🝮 The foamy bubbles, dim romantic lighting, and calming aroma differ drastically with the actual situation.
🝮 You scrub across James’ toned chest and up to his tense neck, dragging a trail of soap and water across his damp skin. He watches you intensely, searching for something you’re seemingly unaware of.
🝮 The mood is somber; the tension thick; you want very badly to rush out of the room
🝮 You’re still confused as to what James wants from you. After all, he didn’t seem to show any interest or concern for anyone but himself. He had rescued you from some assaulters— but not to benefit you. He had done in for “kicks.” Excitement. Thrill. Something? So why was James keeping you around?
Did he want friendship? An alliance?
Or maybe you were just missing a hint. Maybe you’re being stupid.
🝮 His nonchalance, disinterest, and callous demeanor meant something, didn’t they? He was using you… but he wasn’t interested in you… right?
🝮 James Lee was so stupidly confusing. You tried connecting the dots to his end goal. You tried searching for his objective. And so far you couldn’t find anything.
🝮 You followed him because he told you to. He confided in you because you said he could.
🝮 Somehow you couldn’t reach a conclusion as to what your relationship was with this red-headed hotspur.
🝮 Maybe it was the heat that was driving you delusional. Or the lavender scent was too strong, and it was messing with your head.
🝮 You retracted your hand from its place against James’ back, laying the washcloth against the rim of the tub.
🝮 His dark eyes follow your movements, his focus solely on you.
🝮 “What do you want James? All you seem to care about is fighting and conquering… and all I seem to be to you is another string attached to your victory-parade.”
🝮 It’s a serious question.
🝮 Depending on how he answers, you’re more than willing to pack it up and head home right here and now.
🝮 James, the arrogant jerk, turns away from you and sinks into the water.
🝮 He takes a second to think and closes his eyes, stupidly long lashes resting almost angelically on his cheeks
🝮 “You aren’t part of my victory-parade, conquering-sham, or whatever you wanna call it. You just happened to get involved.”
🝮 You pause before countering, “So then I’m really just a string attached. This… doesn’t mean anything.”
🝮 James opens his eyes, turning his angular face towards you, damp red fringe sticking to his forehead. He looks handsome. Always has.
🝮 A wolffish smirk spreads across his face; it’s an expression that will be the death of you. “I never said that, or even implied it. You’re different ‘cause you’re my (Y/N).”
🝮 You feel a drop to your stomach.
🝮 James has never called you by your first name.
I really bopped off with this one— whoopsies. 💅 I get the feeling like I should write out their whole story… should I? 👉👈
𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥
🝮 It smells expensive.
🝮 That’s the only way you can describe it… in simpler terms.
🝮 Samuel’s broad, inked shoulders lean against the tub, surrounded by clouds of bubbles. He looks like a mangled fallen angel.
🝮 Dried blood stains his battered body, and yet he smells like expensive shampoo. It’s a suave, clean smelling scent that your mind automatically associates with Samuel Seo.
🝮 You rub down his tightly formed abs, dabbing at the reddened bruises that nestle into the curves of his body. Soap suds follow your strokes; your careful movements lulling Samuel into a deeper sleep.
🝮 His grip on the glass of expensive beer slowly starts loosening as his large, warm hands begin reaching for your hair.
🝮 Samuel is definitely holding back a flood of snarky comments… you can tell he’s itching to complain to you about something.
🝮 But as usual, you swat his hand away and press your fingers to his lips.
🝮 “I don’t wanna hear anything.”
🝮 His brows furrow angrily and you can tell he’s ready to snap at you. You simply rub more bubbles across his chest, and continue cleaning off his injuries.
🝮 “Well it’s not like I was gonna apologize anyway.”
🝮 His expression reverts back to nonchalance, masking the intolerance that brims just below the surface.
🝮 Giving Sammy a bubble bath after he heaved himself into his penthouse, looking like a bloody mess, was not how you wanted to be spending your evening. You didn’t even bother to hide it in your mannerisms.
🝮 But of course, as Samuel rubs thumb across your engagement ring, he’s assured that you won’t hold a grudge for too long
🝮 You always tell him to “let it go” 🙄
🝮 So to contradict yourself would be hypocritical… and Samuel couldn't have that.
🝮 Sudsy bubbles spurt into the air as he drags you into the bathtub.
🝮 It might not fix all your issues… but at least it lessens the tension
🝮 Or that’s what Samuel tells himself—
🝮 If you’re gonna force him to soak in a bubble-infested tub that smells like women’s perfume then he’s gonna force you to go through it with him
Part 2 with Zack, Johan, and whoever y’all want? Ask me ^_^
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Random but like imagine you having a sweet dream of your favorite food so you took a bite, and in reality you actually bit your s/o 😭 may I request headcanons with Samuel, Gun, and Jake?
I know it's been sooo looooong. I'm so sorry for that but I just couldn't think of anything. Here is the fic. Hope you like it 💕
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩
— Samuel, Gun, Jake x Reader
☯ SYNOPSIS : When you bite them in your sleep thinking they are food.
☯ WARNINGS : cursing, Samuel is a babygirl, reader got slapped, Gun's part is short as fuck, pet names, Jake is the epitome of green flag.
☯ NOTE FROM LOTUS : Hey guys, this one was in my ask for so long but I could not think anything. If you like the fics please leave a like comment and reblong. Follow me for more like this.
𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎
If you bite his cheeks, even in sleep, get ready for punishment because he is a babygirl and we all know that. Samuel takes special care of his beauty. He spends millions on his skin care and even if it's you, he ain't letting anyone fuck with his skin.
So, that's what happened. One moment you were dreaming about your favourite food and the next moment you are thrown out of the bed with a stinging cheek.
You stare at Samuel, who was breathing heavily while caressing his right cheek, feeling confused as fuck. Then it hit you, your burning cheet like someone had hit you.
"Sammy, What the hell!" You exclaimed loudly as you stared at your boyfriend with betrayal written all over your face, "Why did you slap me?"
"Why did you bite me?" He snapped back, rubbing his skin.
"I was dreaming about my favourite food. How would I know it's your crusty, dusty cheeks."
Samuel gasped, dramatically long, before glaring at you, "You take that back —"
Thus began a bekering that lasted till morning. Samuel and you went to your respective work sleep deprived.
𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊
Gun stirred from sleep when he felt something nibbling his cheeks. He blinked his eyes open and adjusted to the darkness, he saw you, who was wrapped in his arm, nibbling his cheek.
He frowned in confusion. What the fuck! He was sure he fed you more than enough and you didn't have any flesh eating kink, did you?
Gun slapped your face slightly, "Oi dumbass, The fuck are you doing?"
Instead of waking up you mumbled some nonchalant nonsense and went back to sleep. Gun decided that it was not worth giving up his precious sleep so, he too went back to sleep. He would deal with you in the morning.
𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌
It was middle of the night when Jake's slumber broke when he felt a sharp pain in his fingers. His eyes snapped open, looking for danger. He sighed in relief when he saw everything was clear. Then what was the reason, he woke up?
Just then another shart pain came. Jake followed the source and saw you biting his fingers.
Jake shook your shoulder gently, "Bub? Wake up, baby."
You moaned in your sleep, not wanting to wake up but Jake was persistent and you had to wake up at last.
"Jake? What happened?" You mumbled in your sleep as you turned to lie on your back.
"Did you have your dinner tonight, bub?"
Jake gave you a pointing look when you stayed silent. You definitely skipped dinner. When he came back home you were already dead asleep so he assumed that you already had dinner.
"What is this baby? I told you that you should always have your meals at right time."
Your heart sank at the disappointing look on his face.
You quickly sat up on the bed, "Jake, I'm so sorry. I just wasn't hungry at that time."
"Well, are you hungry now?"
You nodded your head sheepishly. Jake chuckled at you and picked you up in his arms. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist to support yourself.
He asked, walking to the kitchen, "Then let's go and get my baby fed. You want some ramen? Or tteokbokki?"
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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. XIII) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡
Author’s Note: I’m so sorry you guys had to wait so long. I disappeared for a year and haven’t even update the story. But now, I'm back and it’s finally here. I hope you guys enjoy! 🖤
NSFW Warning: Strong language/cursing, sexual language, some sexual content (teasing, grinding, and nudity).
Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…
Gun got beat up by (Y/N) then died.
The end.
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Steamy Sensation
Samuel seo x Fem reader
Summary: Your boss has been wanting you since you came into his building, when he finally heard that your now single. He makes his first move.
Warnings🖤: Smut, 18+, begging, teasing, impact kink, praise, kink shower sex, size kink, spanking, rough sex, dirty talk, choking/ breathplay, degradation, dacryphilia, a bit of cheating?
A/n: I put my mind into something and I took it.
You didn’t know... you couldn’t have known... that the events that had this situation... would have come to this.
it was just another day at the One MCN, you walked in almost late because you were having the time of your life with your best friend. You stumbled your way into your office and shutterbug the door. Breathing the sigh of relief, you felt your body sinking into your feet. Another second and my ass would’ve been done for.
You adjusted your bodycon knee high long sleeve black silk dress. With the v-neck collar showing off your bare chest, you sat down on your chair with the file of finished paperwork in front of you. Looks like someone managed to finish them on my behalf, you thought as a small smile spread from cheek to cheek. As you skimmed through the first file with your working glasses on. The knock on the door can be heard from your ears, you raised your heard to meet one of your coworkers leaning on the door with two cups of coffee in hand. “ I did some of the files for you, if that’s alright,” he said with a smile as he walked over to your desk and placed the coffee on it. You thanked him for being a lifesaver, as you grabbed the coffee, And drank from the cup with two of your hands. The small fingers grazing the rim of the cup when you placed back on your desk, your eyes never leaving s you stared at the brown substance. The male coworker noticed your actions, feeling rather curious of what the secretary is thinking about. He placed his hand on your shoulder, “is everything okay?” He asked. You woke from your trance, looking back at him.
“ Oh-um yes, yes I’m fine... Just thinking...”
“about him?”
You sighed again. “ Yea... I am.” “Hey, you shouldn’t not be with a guy like him, he’ll just make your life as miserable than the last.” He spoke with visible concern, your boyfriend has been sleeping around with other women for the past two years. Straight. And every time the two of you argued, he’ll try to pathetically apologized and say that he’ll change. And being the innocent and responsible person, you poorly forgave him. But it wasn’t the last time you ever see him again. Because recently, he still thinks that you and him are still together, even after you the two of you broke up. You thought that going’s to the club with your friends would ease the the scary feeling, but somehow it finds a way back to you like a spider crawling up the drain. You turned your attention to the glass wall staring at the city. “ I know but... I still think he’s out there. Waiting.” The loud cough drew you both towards their boss standing tall and unpleased. “You were supposed to be in my office 10 minutes ago, y/n.” You quickly rose from your seat and bowed, and your co worker did the same. “Yes sir, sorry sir.” You said as you grabbed the paperwork and walked towards your door, Samuel held the door open as you walked past him, he turned to see his employee smile nervously. Your boss followed behind you to his office, the elevator door closed shut behind you as he was the last to exit. He went over his large chair and held out his hand for today’s paperwork. You appear, and placed the files in his hand, and in return, he gave you a new file to look over. As the usual, you sat on the couch looking over the file with your legs crossed. You were the only one that enter his office since one, you are his secretary.
Your boss was on the phone, scheduling yet another meeting for you and him to plan, you looked through today’s numbers with the streamers, (that have not been held against their will), has sky rocked once again. You readjusted your glass as you highlighted the last sentence. You paced the file on his desk before heading to the elevator. “ y/n, are you available tonight?” He asked suddenly. You stopped at the elevator door and turned shyly, “ Um.. what?”. He chuckled, your boss stood up from his chair and walked in front of his desk and leaned on it, giving you his signature normal glance. “ I asked you, are you free for tonight?” He tone the same, firm and so damn sexy. “ Is there’s a reason you asked me that sir?” You questioned back as you felt your face tensed up, a small tint on your cheeks as you adjusted one of your big braids. “ I... want to discuss our next meeting in two weeks by now.” You felt your whole went silent and you grumbled. Damn it, it was too good to be true. You thought but you didn’t want to show it. You politely shook your head no. He hummed, “ good, if you did it would be a problem,” “Excuse me?” “ uh... nothing. You can take your leave now, and by the way, you do know you can address me by my first name.” He interrupted. You blinked twice before shaking your head. “Oh, right si- I mean Samuel,” You stuttered as you pressed the elevator button and it closed. The last thing you saw was your boss staring back at you with a tiny smile on his face.
It was already night time since the last time you looked at your window. The city glow like the stars in the night, you stretched in your chair, mumbling under your breath as you rises from you seat. You stepped out of your office and stares at the clock a you walked past, it’s almost 9, you sighed. You ever the security guard good night before seeing the rain drops fall on the street. You facepalmed to yourself, “ Can this day get any worse?” You mumbled to yourself as the rain got heavier. The lightning flashed before your eyes scaring you, backing up from the front door, you felt what you think that was a large wall was only your boss in one of his expensive suits. And the umbrella in one hand, “ for someone’s who was even my secretary, check the weather.” You sighed annoyingly, “ and even my boss, should loosen up once in a while.” You replied back. Watching the rain for another second, he took you by the hand as the umbrella opened and covered the heavy raindrops, it startled you at first, seeing your boss... acting like a gentleman. You never did try to read his thoughts, that’s because he’s impossible to read, let alone, impossible to have a conversation with. The engine turned as the car drove off, you sat in the front seat as Samuel as his hands on the wheel, the veins poking out of his knuckles, you couldn’t help but stare at them. So meaty and huge, he’ll possibly wrap his hand around your throat and you’ll wear it like a necklace. Makes you wonder, if his fingers are like that then what about the...
The car screeched as you looked ahead of you, your face now turning horrified as you saw the man in front of the car, your ex carrying a knife in his hand. The black hoodie covered his head. He felt your expression without even looking at you, “ Wait, here” he said before getting out of the car and walking slowly to your ex, you couldn’t tell what they were talking about but then your ex threw the first strike, Samuel dodged it and have him a mean right hook to the face. You stared at them, the skin fading off his body? No it’s makeup some kind, hiding the inked tattoo on his knuckles, his hair was messy and off to the side of his face. Making him even more attractive. This weird feeling was introduced between your thighs as they were rubbing together on their own. Your breathing hitched, your face feels flushed, that was weirdly sexy?! In a good way?
He went backwards towards his car before tossing the body off of the street. He closed the door and continued driving. He turned his gaze to see your blushed face looking down at the floor, he smiled teasingly. “Everything alight, princess?” You nodded without looking at him. Too embarrassed to say anything. He turned off the engine, and prepare to leave his car, “ Come on, were here.”
“Here? But this is...”
“Yes, it’s my apartment. You’ll be staying with me till he cools off.”
“ So.. the whole business date...”
“ rescheduled for next weekend.”
He rescheduled it. But how... did he know about...
“Come now, or else you’ll get drenched.” He offered as he opened the car door and held out his hand. You accepted as he lead you into his home.
Something felt... off about this. You didn’t noticed it until now, how your boss was acting... different around you. The warm sting of he shower sparkling across the body, the skin shining in the bathroom light. Your eyes are closed as a soft thin of smoke came from your mouth as you sighed, you wrapped your arms around your bare chest. Your thighs clenched, rubbing the plump skin. So drowned in your thoughts, you shake off the scene that happened earlier, the markings on his hands, the veins prodding out of his palms, his chest. You imagined in your lushest dreams, his entire body covered in tattoos from head to toe, his fingers digging into your pussy, you screaming out his name, his cock thick as a tree trunk, stretching you out inch by inch, pounding you til you were numb. This happened for weeks if not monthly. But you buried those thoughts during work, i’ll not only make you unprofessional, but also a pervert. But, this time those lewd dreams came back quietly. “samuel... sam... please... t-touch me, sir” You mumbled as you reached your thin fingers into your entrance, massaging the rosebud, you whimper as your climax is at your peak.
Something pulled you by the arm and slammed you against the shower wall. You gasped, the man stood in front of you, his eyes were looking back at you like prey, his display of black ink that covered his body in suits is out in the open. The raindrop like shower spilled on his hair and onto his body, A breath of hot smoke came out of his mouth as he sighed. “I always wondered if virgin girls like you are not as innocent as they say,” he chuckled as his body caged you against the shower wall. “ Turns out, I was right.” He drove two fingers into your wet core, reacting a breathless whimper, his fingers explored every inch of your pussy, stretching. He slowly pulled out and slammed it back in, your eyes closed as your head tilted back. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. “How long have thought about this.. have you thought about me?” He said.
“ F-for months.” You replied as your body was reaching it’s climax, he groaned as felt your cunt clenching around his fingers when he speed up his tempo. Seo half- heartedly laughed, such a needy little whore you are. He looked down to see the mess and on his hand, the slick spread across his fingers as you came. He took the slick substance and licked his fingers cleaned, tasting you. He hummed at the mere thought of breaking his little secretary till you think of no one else but him... no one.
Seo hiked up your legs and wrapped them around his shoulders, his face hovering above your entrance, you felt his hot breath needing at your core. You can’t take this... you need him. “ You smell like a innocent virgin...” He drove his nose in your wet heat, he licked your essence off your pussy, “ But you taste like a slut, i bet your little ex never made you feel this way before, hadn’t he?” You shook your head, he dove his tongue into your pussy, tasting every corner of your wet heat, the sound of your moans echoed, your body felt hot, the steam flowed out of your mouth. His iron grip on your thighs held you in place. It’s too much... the feeling your climax.
He can feel you’re thighs clenched around his face, he gave a slap on your inner thigh, you squeaked, He stared at you with his dark hues of list in his eyes and his voice demanded, “ Come on my face or you won’t get to cum at all.” You scream, your fluids spasms on his face as you came, the intense orgasm has you melting. Seo suck off as much as can. Slurping your filthy cunt, he still remained eye contact watching you withering, submerging into pleasure. He stood up and kissed you deeply and passionately, tasting yourself in his mouth. You pulled away, letting yourself breathe, Samuel wrapped your legs around his waist.
“I wanted you since the day you walked into my office,” he admitted, with a wicked smile on his face. He took his free hand and grabbed the cockhead, slowly grazing a tree your wet folds, “ I wanted to pound that pretty pussy til it can only fit me.” he grunted ass push ed the tip into you. Pulling out sweet choked out moans, each inch felt like he was splitting you in half. “N-N-no it’s too much, y-you won’t fit.” He shushed your whines, “it’s okay, just a little more.” you nodded hesitantly, leaning you’re head on the back of the wall, Seo buried his face intonations the crook of your neck as his cock continued to stretch your insides, the feeling of being split into the woods. It only a matter of moments till he bottomed out. Your mouth gaped to the feeling of his entire manhood plunged inside of you. He started to move, bringing he cannot ice out and slamming it back in, the sound flesh against flesh, your loud screams and moans mirrored the bathroom. Bouncing against wall, a string of curses and shallow grunts can be heard from him and end of his thrusts upped the tempo. Your body felt ruined against him, limping, his iron hand came to hugged your chin and force to look at him while he completely destroyed your insides. You felt a unfamiliar coil in your tummy. “Nhnn-mm- Sam-uel, f-f-fuck i’m gonna c-cum, gonna-.”
“Cum for me, my little cocksleeve, show me how you much want this dick.” You moaned, arching your back forward his chest and he took one of the breast and feasted like it was a last meal. HmYour slick coated husband hard member as he continues to thrust into your poor abused pussy. His voice was a mixture of grunts and groans vocalizing. His thrusts starts to lose their rhythm. It won’t ben long till he comes into your cunt. Your body is so tired, why isn’t he tapping out?
Samuel thrusted like there was no tomorrow, til he emptied himself into you. Filling every last inch into your pussy. The rainfall of the shower filled the silence between the two of you. He kissed herb ire marks on your tender skin. Your body ached, bruised, and fucked out of existence. The weight of your eyes felt heavily on you. The shower stopped and he carried you out of the shower. Your head cuddle fat his neck, sighing as slumber is soon to take you. Samuel sighed, “ And who said we were done? We still have another round to make you mine.”
#lookism#lookism x reader#Lookism x y/n#samuel seo lookism#samuel seo x reader#samuel seo#samuel x you#samuel seo smut#lookism smut#Lookism x fem reader#lookism fanfic#Lookism x reader#samuel seo x y/n#samuel seo x fem reader#lookism samuel#lookism webtoon
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💌. Falling in love Headcannons
🚬.Seong Eun x Fem reader
• He wants to impress, get your attention and get your love through expensive gifts while strangely still trying to treat you with indifference.
• A big guy acting like a 10 year old boy when he falls in love, he doesn't know how to behave or what's happening to him, but he feels his heart beating faster and faster inside his chest, sometimes he even ends up thinking which is some kind of feeling of inferiority burning in his chest.
• He definitely didn't think he could fall in love, for him it was fine to just have casual encounters with strange women just to satisfy himself, but that changed a lot after meeting you, very cliché.
• He wasn't the heartbreaker type when you met him, he was just "Too busy to have romance", which means "I'm afraid" in his language.
• However, as soon as he, in his own way, takes the initiative to ask you to be his girlfriend, he will definitely become a little clingy and questioning.
• "Do you like that tie?" , "Do these cufflinks match my suit?" And You always reassure and praise him.
• Trying unsuccessfully not to show you his "ugly and insane" side, at all costs even if you have already noticed/accepted it in him.
• He is always willing to give you pleasure, make you tremble on the sheets until you are both satisfied.
• Jealous, insecure and grumpy.
• Maybe it's not the healthiest relationship in the world, but you love each other and try hard to be there for each other and help each other.
[It's not my best, but I haven't written anything new for a long time, so forgive me, but as soon as I regain my confidence I'll write some of the asks I received]
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"Really Gun?" Pt 1
damn such a bad header (I promise the story isnt as bad) AHAH
As you walked home late at night, you felt a presence watching you. It wasn't uncommon for you to be targeted, though.
After all, Charles Choi was your uncle.
He had ordered you to stay inside the house while he was out of town, yet you found yourself in the middle of the city at midnight.
You were about to enter a designer clothing store before you were stopped with a firm hand on your shoulder.
Gun Park.
"What do you think you're doing here?"
Y/N turned around as she felt the touch of a hand on her shoulder. She looks up at the guy, backing away once she sees who it is. "What do you want?" she asks him annoyed as she crosses her arms. She just wanted to shop in peace.
Gun doesn't seem the least bit fazed by Y/N's response, instead remaining composed and stoic. He leans down to get closer, his voice quiet yet threatening.
"I need you to come with me. I know that you were given strict instructions to stay inside the house and not to go anywhere. Yet here, you are." Gun's grip on Y/N's shoulder tightens. "You know your uncle wouldn't appreciate one of his 'trophies' being harmed, don't you?"
Y/N pouts at his words as she looks away. She looks around the building she was currently in as she starts to scoff, "Or what? You wanna buy me the damn dress instead?" she asks him annoyed. She wasn't fazed by his cold aura and mocking demeanor.
"What a spoiled brat you are."
Gun's voice is cold and emotionless, as he slowly pulls Y/N closer to his face, the scar between his eyes more visible up close. "Or what? I'm not going to warn you again. Come with me. Now."
Y/N can feel Gun's fingers digging into her shoulders. Gun doesn't care whether or not Y/N complies. He knows that when he speaks, it is an order, not a request.
Y/N starts to pout at his reaction. She then looks away from him, not wanting to stare into his cold eyes. She was annoyed, irritated. She then takes a deep breath as his fingers dig into her shoulders, eliciting pain. She doesnt show it though.
"Fine, but you fucking owe me," she tells him
"I do not owe you anything, you entitled brat," Gun says coldly. He slowly removes his hands from Y/N's shoulder, allowing her to walk ahead of him. His hand rests on his hip, his eyes locked on Y/N's back the whole time.
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No matter how irritating and annoying he finds Y/N, she is important to Charles Choi. As loyal as Gun is to his employer, he knows to keep his mouth shut even if he disagrees with his actions.
Y/N looks at him weirdly, not arguing back. She knew better than to argue back with Charles Choi's men. She then takes a deep breath as she walks ahead of him, crossing her arms. She was so annoyed by Charles stupid orders, she hated how limited her freedom was.
She then pulls out her phone to text Charles Choi herself. He was her uncle anyways, "I want to buy a dress, but your stupid bodyguard wont let me," she texts him.
Gun stops for a second at the sight of Y/N's phone. He doesn't say anything as she sends the text to Charles Choi, but his grip on his hip tightens, and Y/N feels Gun's eyes burn a hole in her back the whole time.
After a few moments, Charles Choi texts back, ordering Gun to "let her do as she pleases". Gun still makes no effort to speak, but Y/N can tell his expression has darkened. His eyes are narrowed. Gun is not a happy man at the moment.
Y/N was shocked as she read the text. She never thought Charles would allow her to roam around at night to buy a dress today. Every other night, Charles Choi had denied her actions. What made today different?
She then flips the phone over to Gun, raising her brow. She then grabs the guys arm, dragging him back into the shop. "You're going to pick me a nice dress," she basically commands him to waste her time.
Gun doesn't speak, letting himself be dragged back into the fancy store without offering any resistance. He watches with disinterest as Y/N walks towards the racks of dresses, his expression never changing.
He follows closely behind her, his face passive and still. Gun would not be providing any commentary or opinion on Y/N's choice of dress, and the two of them would be in there for quite a while. The store had closed long hours ago, yet Gun didn't seem to mind.
Y/N rolls her eyes at his reaction as she drags him. She then looks through the rack of dresses, until her hands land on a short, tight, black dress. Her eyes sparkle as she rushes to the changing room. She put on the dress as it perfectly hugged her curves. She then walks out of the room, twirling. "What do you think?" she asks, showing off the revealing dress on her body.
Gun takes in the sight of Y/N in the black dress, his expression completely blank.
"It looks fine."
He doesn't offer any other response, remaining stoic and passive. His voice sounds cold and monotonous as you would expect from him. He looks back at the rack of dresses, seemingly not interested at all in Y/N's current situation.
It was clear that you were getting no praise or admiration from him.
Y/N pouts at his reaction, "Are you always like this? Why don't you just have fun?" she asks him annoyed as she storms back into the changing room. She then takes off the dress, changing into her normal clothes. She then walks out of the room, looking through more dresses.
She picks 3 more dresses, and buys all 4 of them. She then turns to Gun, "What? Are you just gonna stand there or are you going to take me home?" she asks him slightly annoyed.
Gun grabs his phone, typing in a quick message to Charles Choi that they were done shopping for the night. He puts his phone away before grabbing Y/N's arm and pushing her out of the store.
"Get in the car."
Gun is completely lacking emotion, his tone stern and commanding. He clearly has no intention of being polite to Y/N in any way. In fact, he seems annoyed by Y/N's antics.
Y/N was confused as to why Gun was so aggressive with her today. Even though he was cold, he always remained composed, as he knew better than to annoy one of Charles Choi's nieces. She doesn't say anything though as she was dragged into the car. She turns away from Gun, her body facing the window as she places the dresses on her lap.
The car drives in nearly complete silence. Gun doesn't speak to the Y/N the whole ride. He remains seated next to her with his eyes focused on the road ahead.
He doesn't seem to be enjoying the car ride at all. In fact, it seems as if Gun is just trying to ignore Y/N's presence the whole time.
After a while, Gun finally speaks up out of the silence. "The store has closed. Should you really be walking the streets alone?" He looks at Y/N in the rear-view mirror, his expression still stoic.
"As if you care," she says, scoffing at his question. She doesn't even turn to face him at all. She takes a deep breath as they have arrived. She quickly gets out of the car, shutting it, completely ignoring Gun.
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She looks at the building ahead. It was Charles Choi's complex. She then walks inside of it, greeted by Charles himself. "Uncle," she starts off.
Charles is seated in the living room, his expression welcoming as his niece enters the house. He stands up to greet her, reaching out his hand to embrace Y/N in a hug. He can definitely tell that something is on Y/N's mind.
"I hope you had a nice time tonight, my little gem. Did your bodyguard let you buy all the dresses you wanted?" He turns to look at Gun, who is still outside in the car.
Y/N looks up at her uncle, who greeted her sweetly. She calms as she wraps her arms around him, in his embrace. She then pulls back, "He's so annoying," she chuckles as she motions over to Gun. She doesn't say anything else though, as Charles found Gun to be one of his favorites.
Charles chuckles in response, taking a seat on the comfortable sofa in the living room as he motions for Y/N to sit next to him.
"You have no idea how lucky you are to have that man. He's the best bodyguard in the city," Charles says in a low tone. He speaks with a soft voice, one that is completely different from Gun's.
Charles knows Gun to be a cold and unfeeling person. But for him, Gun is the most loyal bodyguard on the planet.
Y/N rolls her eyes at his words, as she takes a seat right next to him. She then looks over at him, "Hes so, ugh," she complains, frustrated . "He doesn't know how to have fun," she says, annoyed. She then looks over at Gun, who was still standing by his car.
"At least let him in," she says to her uncle, standing up. "I will make us something to eat," she says as she walks over to the kitchen.
Charles chuckles once again at Y/N's words. He knows exactly what she means, and he knows there's some truth to what she's saying. Gun doesn't seem to know how to have fun, at least not in the conventional sense.
"Let him wait," Charles says with a smile. "That's what he gets for being rude with you. He doesn't need food."
However, Charles knows that there is a soft side to Gun. He does have his likes and dislikes.
Y/N chuckles as she starts to prepare some food. She doesn't say anything for a moment, "Hey it's whatever, just don't let him stand outside in the cold," she says, not really caring what happens to Gun. She was just trying to be polite. Maybe she wanted to pick on Gun today, to try to figure out if he had any weaknesses.
Charles glances at Gun, who hasn't moved from outside the building. He's clearly used to waiting for his employer.
"Then let him wait," Charles says simply. "He's paid well enough to sit in the cold for a few minutes."
Gun's expression is completely blank, but you can tell he's not happy with what he's hearing. He wants to come inside and out of the cold, but he knows better than to defy Charles' orders.
Y/N looks over at Charles, shocked. "Woah woah did you get into an argument with him?" she asks him confused. Charles was never this rude towards Gun, especially since Gun was his favorite.
She finishes cooking and places 3 plates on the table. She then looks over at Charles, concerned. "What happened though?" she asks. She didn't really care that much for Gun, but she cared about Charles.
Charles chuckles at Y/N's concern, shaking his head. He looks at Gun outside, who is still refusing to enter the complex despite the cold.
"Nothing happened, my sweet gem. He was just being rude with you, that's all." He reaches out to embrace the Y/N once again. "Don't worry yourself with small matters. How about you sit down and eat? I'll deal with him later."
Y/N chuckles at his reaction, "You're being overdramatic. Gun is always cold, come on," she says, not sure what she was saying. It's not like she cared about Gun anyways. She hugs him back, taking a deep breath in his embrace.
She then looks up at him, "I need to have a few words with Gun anyways, i'll open the door for him." she says with a smile. She then opens the door for Gun, forcing him into the building.
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Gun doesn't say anything as he is led inside by Y/N. He stands in the hallway for a few moments, staring down at the floor as he tries to calm himself. Clearly, he's not happy with the way Y/N forced him inside.
However, he remains passive even after Y/N walks back into the kitchen. He just stands in the hallway as Charles stares down at him. Gun's eyes seem angry, but he is doing a good job at concealing his frustration.
Y/N places a gentle hand on Guns shoulder, smiling at him. "Don't be so angry," she says as she pats his back. She then walks over to the table, telling both guys to sit down.
"I made food and you both will be eating," she says with a smile as she pulls back 2 of the chairs. She then seats herself.
Gun is silent as he takes a seat at the table, his expression still blank and cold. He doesn't seem to be fazed by Y/N's words at all, as he remains silent.
Charles sits near the Y/N, giving her a reassuring look. He doesn't seem to be the least bit concerned about Gun. Perhaps he knows something that Y/N doesn't.
Gun is just sitting there quietly, barely looking at either of them.
Y/N smiles at Charles, as she hands him a fork. She then looks over at Gun, trying to pick at his brain. This was her chance, "So Gun, do you have any weaknesses?" she asks him playfully, not wasting any time on other stupid questions.
Gun stares straight ahead, not acknowledging Y/N. He just sits perfectly still and quiet, completely devoid of any emotion.
Charles chuckles to himself as he sees how frustrated Y/N's questions are making Gun. He doesn't seem to be worried at all about his bodyguard.
"He does not." Charles says simply, giving Y/N a kind smile before turning to Gun. "He will never let you know if he has any weaknesses. He doesn't trust anyone enough to make that mistake."
Y/N smile fades. "You really are no fun," she says annoyed. She then looks down at her food as she starts to pick at it. "Did someone hurt you or something?" she continues to ask him. She wanted to know something about him, as she was always curious. She also wondered what made Charles like Gun so bad, when Gun was always cold. Did Charles know something?
"He wasn't always like this, you know," Charles chuckles. "Before he became my bodyguard, Gun was much more lively."
Gun remains silent, not paying any attention to the conversation between the two. He just focuses on his own food. Charles seems unconcerned by his passivity. He knows exactly how Gun was as a person.
"Unfortunately, I don't think he will ever open up to you, my sweet gem. He does not trust anyone."
Y/N's face softens at his words. She then nods over at Charles, not saying anything else. Of course this sparked a new interest, as she was going to pester Charles about it until he said something. But for now, with Guns' presence, she stays silent.
She then sighs. Gun used to be lively? No way. She snickers to herself. She looks up at Gun, biting her lower lip. "Do you at least like the food?" she says- almost whispering, changing the subject.
Gun slowly turns his head to look at Y/N, his eyes locked directly on her face. He remains quiet for a moment, before saying a single word.
"Yes."
The answer comes out in a flat, emotionless tone. Gun seems to be focused solely on the Y/N at that moment. He doesn't even glance at Charles or his food. His attention is fixed solely on the Y/N.
Y/N nods in understanding as she now looks down at her food. She didn't really feel like eating, but she was glad the other two boys liked it. "OKay enjoy yourselves, i'm going to my room," she announces as she takes her plate to the sink, washing it and going off to her room.
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Gun remains silent, not reacting to Y/N's departure. He seems to be in his own world.
Charles smiles at Y/N's departure, then turns to look at Gun as if waiting for something. He continues to stare at Gun with that soft expression.
"Would you like to talk about this, Gun?" He asks the first words he's spoken to Gun tonight. He speaks in a soft tone, as if trying to reach through that barrier that Gun is clearly surrounded by.
Y/N walks to her room and shuts the door. She then plops herself on her bed as her mind starts to run. She made it her new mission to break Gun apart, to find out who he used to be. She starts to trace the ceiling with her fingers.
Gun remains in the dining room, staring at Charles for a few moments. His face finally shows an expression, a subtle look of guilt. He turns his eyes away from Charles, looking back down at his food.
"She's a lovely girl, isn't she?" Charles says softly, his tone still soft and kind towards Gun.
Gun pauses for a long time, before finally speaking. "She reminds me of you."
Y/N takes a deep breath as she twists and turns on her bed. She then stands up, walking over to her desk and just sitting. She spins in her chair a few times.
Gun's words seem to have affected Charles, as a soft look of pain appears on his face. He stares down at the floor, thinking about what Gun just said to him.
Charles sighs deeply, his expression turning from soft to stern. "Did you mean that sincerely? Or were you just trying to pick a fight with her?"
Gun remains silent, as if he's still thinking about his earlier words.
Y/N pulls out her phone, scrolling through her contacts. She realizes how lonely she truly was, maybe it was because she was one of Charles' nieces. She then takes a deep breath as she sees Guns' name show up. She places her phone back down, as she lies in her bed once again.
Charles looks up at Gun, staring directly into his eyes. You can tell that Charles is feeling hurt by what he just heard. His expression is still solemn and serious. He waits for Gun to speak again, but Gun remains silent.
Charles sighs once again. "We'll talk about that later." He then speaks up to the silent Gun, "Get going. Y/N's already in her room so you can get the night off."
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The next day. Y/N wakes up with a sigh as she looks at herself in the mirror. She does her daily morning routine, then her mind starts to race. She then walks down over to Charles, knocking on his door. "Uncle?" she asks.
Charles has a serious look on his face as he answers Y/N. He seems to know exactly why she's here.
"Come in, Y/N."
As he speaks, you can tell that he's exhausted. He doesn't seem to want to talk about this, but he'll do it for Y/N's sake. He opens the door and motions for her to walk into the hallway.
Y/N looks up at him and notices the state he was in. She then looks down at her fingers, fiddling with them as she enters the room. "So..." she starts off.
"You gonna tell me about Guns past?" she chuckles awkwardly.
Charles sighs deeply, clearly knowing what the conversation is about to unfold. He sits down in his chair, looking over at the Y/N. He takes a deep breath in, preparing himself.
"Sure," Charles says softly. "I might as well. I'm sure you are going to sit here until I give you what you want. So please, sit down. You deserve to hear it."
Y/N looks up at Charles, shocked. She thought she was going to have to put up some fight, or even pester him just to know about Guns past. Gun was super defensive and secretive when it came to his life, that's why he was always so cold.
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She then takes a seat, looking down at the floor once again.
Charles takes another deep breath, staring at the floor as he prepares himself for what he's about to say. He seems uncomfortable by the topic, but he knows that he has to say something.
He then starts speaking, his voice surprisingly soft and calm. "He was not always like this, Y/N. Before he became your bodyguard, he was a..." Charles hesitates for a few moments, searching for the right words. "... He was a cheerful man, Y/N."
Y/N looks up at Charles, scanning his eyes. "So you knew this guy before? Is that why you picked him as my bodyguard?" she asks, clearly surprised. Maybe that's why Gun was one of Charles' favorites.
She then urges him to continue on with his story, wanting to know more about Gun.
Charles sighs deeply, staring right at the Y/N. His eyes seem pained and tired, as if the memories he's about to share are difficult for him to recall. He remains silent for a long moment, thinking about what he's about to say.
"He was normal," Charles finally admits. "I first met Gun two years before he was chosen to be your bodyguard, Y/N." He sounds surprised at himself too, as if he was not expecting to say all of that.
Y/N then looks up at Charles, picking out his words. She then places her hand on his shoulder, "Just get to the point," she chuckles. She wanted to know more about Guns past, and why he is now as cold as ice.
"I knew Gun when he was working for another company," Charles continues. "He was their top bodyguard, and I would hire him for various jobs every now and then."
He then takes a deep breath once again. "One day... I had some business to take care of in Japan at the time. The people I worked for at the time were quite dangerous, and I didn't want to take any unnecessary risks with my life. So I brought Gun along."
Y/N leans in, listening. She urges him to continue as she was interested in his words. "What happened in Japan?" she asks him softly.
Charles is silent for a little while, thinking about what he's about to say. He seems to want to be careful with his words, not wanting to upset Y/N.
"We were in Tokyo," he says after a little while. "We were taking care of business with a very important contact of mine. We were walking down a crowded street when..."
Charles stops, closing his eyes in thought. He seems to struggle with the next part of the memory.
Y/N raises her brow as she leans into the chair. "And how did this affect Gun?" she asks, getting straight to the point. She felt as if there was more to the story, rather than just being a survivor.
Charles sighs deeply, his tone becoming solemn once again. "The family that we fought against... They slaughtered Gun's friends, everyone else he worked with, and finally" he takes a deep breath.
Charles pauses again, thinking about exactly how to say this. "His family."
"Gun himself was captured, and we had to save him from the family... Gun's always been quite stubborn, you know. No matter what my associates tried, he wouldn't tell them anything."
Y/N looks at Charles shocked. She then nods her head in understanding. "So you're telling me," she crosses her legs, "They killed everyone Gun knew, including his family, and he lost trust in everyone. Wow," she says, taking all that in. She never saw Gun in such a light. She only viewed him as a cold and emotionless guy.
Was Gun afraid of losing more people? she thought. Maybe that's why he never had gotten close to anyone, or revealed his past.
"Yes," Charles says simply. "Gun has lost all of his trust for people, especially those he works with."
It's clear that Charles also feels some pain in sharing this story. Gun has obviously become very close to Charles after all they've been through. The memories of that day seem to hurt him just as much as Gun.
"That's why he's so cold now," Charles continues. "He doesn't want to let anyone get too close."
Y/N nods her head as she looks down. She then sits by her uncle, wrapping her arms around him. "I'm so sorry," she says, taking a deep breath in. She knew this was difficult for him, so she had not pestered him any further. She got the information she needed and was satisfied.
"Don't be," Charles says softly. "Gun's been through a lot, but he's still a wonderful person inside."
He holds Y/N tighter, seeming to appreciate her presence. "I'm glad he has you, Y/N. Don't let him lose you."
He wraps his arms around her as well, pulling her into a soft hug. He seems to be grateful for having her in his life.
Y/N starts to tear up a little as she starts to see Gun in a new light. She had never realized Gun had to endure such pain. She then looks up at her uncle, wiping his face.
"Don't worry, he will never lose me," she says with a smile.
"Good," Charles says softly, letting out a soft chuckle. He seems happy to hear this from Y/N. Gun is clearly very important to him, so he's glad that she is there to take care of him.
Y/N and Charles continue to hold each other for a few moments, soaking in each other's presence. The two seem to have grown pretty close over the years, and Charles is happy that they've been given the opportunity to find each other.
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After a while, they both seemed to calm as the Y/N stood up. She then gives Charles a smile, "Let's not dwell on the past anymore," she says with a comforting smile.
"I'm going to go out, see you later uncle!" she says waving her hands as she walks out of his room. She then thinks about it for a bit as she walks down the hallway.
Charles nods as Y/N walks out, a soft smile on his face. He feels some of his concerns being taken away now that he is able to share some of Gun's past with somebody who he cares about.
"Have fun!" He calls after her as she walks away. He seems happy to see Y/N leave the room in good spirits. He looks up at the ceiling, sighing deeply to himself as Y/N walks away.
Y/N then tries to compose herself, wanting to stay happy. She had to figure out a way to let Gun know that she was there for him, even if he was distant. She knew she had to take it slow. She skips down the hall, lost in her thoughts.
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She then walks out of the building, noticing Gun leaning onto a wall, smoking. She then walks back into the building, making two cups of coffee, before walking back out. She walks up to him, handing him the warm cup with a smile, "I made you coffee," she says simply.
Y/N was met with Guns usual emotionless expression, as he takes another whiff of his cigarette. "What," he says, his tone still void of emotion. He wasn't interested in whatever Y/N had to offer.
Y/N takes a deep breath as Gun takes another puff of his cigarette. Placing the cup down on a nearby table, she looks at the view in front of the building, thinking. "Do you have a favorite color?" she asks him randomly. She had an idea in mind.
Gun continues staring at her for a few moments, his face void of any emotion. He takes a few more puffs of his cigarette, seeming to think about her question. He then takes a deep breath in, before letting out a deep sigh.
"It's black," he answers her honestly, annoyed by the fact she was still interacting with him. He's not sure why she asked, but he answers anyway.
Y/N pouts at his reaction, "Not blue or orange or purple? Just black?" she asks, a little disappointed in his answer. She then looks back up at him, noticing his cold stare and his emotionless eyes. She doesn't say anything else.
"Just black," Gun says blandly, sounding like he doesn't really care about the question. He just stares at her blankly, not seeming to have much of a reaction.
"Why?" he asks eventually, seemingly only answering to keep the conversation going.
Y/N scoffs, "You're so an-" but before she could complain about him, she remembers the story Charles told her about Gun.
Gun stares at her blankly for a few seconds, not seeming to understand the word she was about to say.
"I'm so what?" he asks, curious.
Y/N looks away, "Nothing, I'm going," she says, annoyed at herself before walking back into the building. She doesn't face Gun anymore as she rushes back into her uncle's room.
She then pouts, crossing her arms.
Gun watches Y/N walk away before taking another puff of his cigarette. He remains silent for a moment, thinking about why Y/N asked him that question.
Eventually, he takes another deep breath. He shrugs it off, not really caring.
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Y/N storms into Charles' room, complaining to her uncle, "I can't believe that guy! I tried to be nice but he just annoys me with his stupid face," she says pouting, referring to his cold state. She then takes his wallet out of his jacket, "I need to buy something," she then says.
She was going to get Gun to open up to her no matter what, she was determined to see past Guns cold and emotionless personality. She then walks out of the room.
"Of course, Y/N," Charles says softly. He seems to understand her frustration, and is willing to let her vent. "He can be very difficult to deal with sometimes."
Charles lets out a sigh, sitting back down in his chair. He seems a bit worn out from all of the previous conversations. He's glad that Y/N is there to make things easier for him... she's a kind young lady with good intentions.
Y/N then rushes out of the building, going to the flower shop. She then takes a look around, as she calms herself. "That ass," she says as she takes a deep breath in. She continued to stare at the flowers, until she found a set of black and white Calla Lilies. She then picks it up, buying it. She had asked Gun for his favorite colors so she could do this.
She drives back to the place, with the flowers in her hands behind her back. She goes up to the Guns room, knocking. "Gun?" she asks. She knew she would be met with his cold stare.
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Sorry for any mistakes!
Im so excited (not really) as this is my first story.
#lookism#lookism headcanons#lookism thoughts#lookism x reader#lookism x y/n#lookism gun#gun park#lookism manhwa#fanfiction#lookism fanfic#lookism fandom#mentally ill hours
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let me show you my affection !!
ji yeonwoo x gn!reader, yoojin x gn!reader (separated, sorry)
warning: fluff, ooc, bad grammar
a/n: hello anon! sorry for (very) late answering this, I have no idea what to write about them, and I don't understand their personalities. but hopefully satisfy you, thank you! <33 (i accidently click "post", i'm sorry TwT) & I make them separately.
Yoojin :
I'm sure, that he will spoil you with his money. You want something? Just say the name, and later you will get it.
You are treated like a princess/prince. He will treat you kindly and carefully. It's as if you are the most valuable thing he's ever had, and you could break at any moment if he's not careful. So he provides the best service for you so that you feel happy and comfortable. So he will stop if you say so.
His gaze is always on your face. Often times you stare at each other by accident. Every time that happened, Yoojin always averted his eyes or covered his face. If only you knew, that his face was blushing, he felt like he was being carried up into the sky.
Yoojin often thinks of confessing his feelings. He is sure that you feel the same way as him, but he has to push that thought away for fear that later you will be targeted by his enemies. Even though there would be a lot of bodyguards that he commanded if that happened, it could be that the opponent was stronger. So Yoojin chose to bury his feelings as deep as possible.
Quality time? That's rare. But once that happens, Yoojin will take you to a place you can't forget. There will be precious moments every time it happens. There will be another surprise that Yoojin will give, and it's totally unpredictable.
Act of service? Of course Yoojin will give it. Yoojin is a gentleman (maybe just for you), and he will try to replace all your jobs. He doesn't want to let the person he likes suffer for some reason.
"Yoojin, are you free tomorrow?" Your voice sounded in Yoojin's ear, making him stop his activities immediately. "Unfortunately, no. What do you want to do anyway?"
"I want to take you to a place that my friends talk about. I'm afraid to be alone because this is my first time there." First time? Yoojin feels honored to be able to go somewhere with you, especially since it's your first time. Yoojin always wants to be first for you.
"In that case, I'll clear my schedule and go with you."
"Huh? I'm not forcing you! There are other things that you should prioritize besides me." Hearing that, Yoojin chuckled.
"Of course not. You are my priority after all." Yoojin's statement made you silent and constantly think about it. He doesn't give any explanation about it, and will try to find a diversion topic when you ask him. He just likes to play games with you and see your confused expression.
Yeonwoo :
Will be confused about his own feelings. He always asks why his heart beats so fast when he's with you, hates it when you're close to another, and want you to always be his. And every time you meet, he's always nervous.
He will do everything he can to interact with you or spend time with you. He always helps you without you asking, putting a drink or food that you like on your desk with a sticky note that says, "you have done your best today" with a cute doodle, and he always invites you to go with him (if you want).
Like Yoojin, he always looks at you. His eyes are always on you, at least that's an secret that everyone in your and Yeonwo's classes knows.
Yeonwoo also wanted to sit next to you. Because when that happens, you two will always exchange messages via sticky notes. And if you only knew, he kept all those sticky notes and stuck it on his study table (of course in a place his father didn't know about) as a learning motivation.
He will always take care of you, and will not stay silent if you are hurt. And if that happens, he will always treat your wounds. (Also so you two can be close) but he gets nervous when he touch you.
He often takes you to the library together, then spend time together there. He will also help you with your homework or explain parts you don't understand. Surprisingly, you can immediately understand the explanation rather than the teacher's explanation. This makes you want to study with yeonwoo all the time, and of course he doesn't refuse (he's actually very happy)
Your eyes focus on the book and try to understand its contents. But no matter how many times you read it, you still can't understand it. Because you are too focused to understand it, you are not aware of someone's existence. You finally came to your senses when the person pressed a cold drink against your cheek, which surprised you.
"You're so focused, you don't even notice me." Yeonwoo handed the drink she brought to you. "From me. Think of it as a gift because you want to study hard."
"Yeonwoo, don't you always give me food and drink at my desk?" Yeonwoo nodded. "It's not expensive." "But still–" Yeonwoo sat next to you, took a pencil, then explained the part he was pointing at.
Oh, if only Yeonwoo knew, that your heart skips a beat when you see him; how he speaks and makes such an addictive voice, his handsome face, and the distance between the two of you is close. In fact you two are almost touching. And now...
"Are you listening?" Makes you surprised and aware. "Yeah, of course. Please continue." Yeonwoo smiled, then said, “Good.”
Once again you are surprised because he just smiled. I repeat again, yeonwoo smiled! He looks more and more handsome. Yeonwoo could have killed you because of his good looks. Without you knowing it, you're smiling too. Yeonwoo immediately turned his face the other way, making you confused.
Oh and if you only knew, Yeonwoo was almost driven mad by you. His face was as red as a tomato, his heart skipped a beat, his soul was carried flying into the sky. Since earlier, he was holding back from smiling and screaming.
#konstelasiv fanfic#how to fight#how to fight x reader#htf x reader#yeonwoo#yeonwoo x reader#lookism yoojin#yoojin x reader#yujin x reader#lookism#lookism x y/n#lookism x reader#manhwa x gn reader#manhwa#manhwa x reader
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Hiii! I love the way you write and I was wondering if I could make a request (only if you want)
So how about the lookism boys reaction to an extremely beautiful and ethereal fem!reader who is like so feminine and ethereal she looks like a princess from a fairytale and even animals love her??
Anyways remember to stay safe and healthy!!
Lookism Men x Stunning Fem! Reader
Hiii Thanks for the request @jejegilipollas! This kind of reminds me of a Disney Princess reader! I'll be doing headcannons for almost every Lookism Men so I wouldn't leave out who you actually simp for xD. And remember all of us are really pretty in our on ways and we're all equal. And stay safe and healthy too!
Warnings: insecurities, mentions of trauma, mature themes for the bottom/second part Genre: fluff ☁️ angst 🥀, slight lemon/smut 🍋 slight crack (comedy)🧨
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Daniel Park/Jay Hong/Zack Lee/Vasco/Eli Jang/Warren Chae/Jerry Kwon/Johan Seong/Jake Kim/Sinu Han/Duke Pyeon/Jace Park/Line Man/Brad Lee/Jiho Park/Magami Kenta/Young Jinyoung Park/Young Gapryong Kim/Jichang Kwak/Taesoo Ma/Xiaoleoung/Jihan Kwak/Jibeom Kwak/Yuseong
He doesn't really prioritize having a "Goddess or too good to be true looking girlfriend" since he already has lots of trauma and he's been really stressful lately. So having a dependable, trust-worthy, and helpful partner is enough for him.
But when he saw you, a transferee student/staff on his school/working place he couldn't stop staring at you. He may look like a creep so when you turn in his direction, so he'll look away pretty fast. But you took notice of this and knowing your friendly personality and warm vibes, you thought befriending him isn't a bad idea.
So when you approached him, he couldn't help but to blush and be awkward around you. He thinks that you're too good for him and he's out of your league. Your smart, pretty, kind, you name it. Because of his insecurities getting in his way, he doesn't really know if he even deserves to stay beside you. But after getting to know you better, you're not really a judgmental person and you're always staying beside him even when things aren't really going well for him. So he really learned how to trust you more.
He's also the type to innocently admire your beauty. He'll definitely shower you with lots of pure compliments! "Hi Y/N!" "Oh hello." you greeted him back with a soft voice as he noticed your hair tied in a different hair style since you often let your hair be loose down. "Your hair looks pretty today." he complimented you while rubbing his nape feeling shy. "Oh really? Thank you!" you smiled back at him, you've been feeling down lately because of your pretty privilege making you insecure. But his compliments just makes your day better. "Yeah, no problem."
You may not know it but it's obvious that he's an animal lover. And he always adopts or feed stray pups and kittens who either lost their way or have gotten abandoned by their animal parent or owner. So you asked him about this and he seems pretty flustered when you brought about the topic and you couldn't help but to giggle at his reaction. Oh God, your voice sounds so pretty. He really can't help but to admire you even more. He just really can't help but to compliment you a lot though you can hear the shy and bashful tone beneath his voice.
So when you're walking home after school/work, you saw a little kitten crying near the road. You decided to gently approach the animal since it can get hurt by a vehicle if you just let it be. You called for it's attention with a sweet voice. And unexpectedly, the cute furball didn't hesitate to rub her body on your leg making you chuckle. "You found a stray kitten?" you heard a familiar voice as you turned around to see that it's just him making you sigh. "Jesus, you scared me" you replied back as he softly chuckled and squatted down beside you making sure that he wouldn't scare the kitten away. "Shh, don't worry little one he's a nice guy" you cooed as he was shocked at your statement. Him? A nice guy? He couldn't help but frown thinking about the things he have done and the names people called him. He feels like you're too good for him, yet you're like a fire in a cold snowy weather. It may seems like your warm feeling can hurt him, but it's in fact the opposite. You made him feel, what's the word. Relaxed? Comfortable? He doesn't really know as he couldn't stay away from you no matter how many times he tried.
"So umm..." "Yes?" you asked him in a sweet tone as he tried completing his sentence, he couldn't help but stutter since he's been hiding his true feelings for you for a long time now. "I have pet food on my house, would you mind if we take her home?" he requested as your eyes sparkled. "Really? Sure! I was also planning to buy her food since it looks like she hasn't been fed for days." "Okay, but do you think you can carry her? Stray cats may have rabies if you got bitten y'know" he reminded you as you chuckled once again. "Don't worry. She let me touch her and it seems like she's getting used with my presence" "Sure. Let's go now" he stood up as you picked the little kitty on your warm arms. "So what will you name her?" he asked on his way home as you followed next to him. "Meowy!" (Chainsaw Man reference lol) "Meowy?" "Yeah. I couldn't think of a cool name. And when I saw her she didn't even hesitate to greet me, so I think Meowy will be her name" you stated as he can still see the light behind your eyes (MCR reference lol) as you petted the animal already felling asleep. He smiled at you as he thought how not only how beautiful you are, you also have a good heart. "Meowy is a pretty name. You should keep it" he replied back as you smiled at him and continued to thank him for helping you out on taking care of the little kitten. Can he just enjoy this moment with you? He have forgotten the danger outside the world as he has the desire to protect you. You really are his sunshine.
Gun Park/Samuel Seo/James Lee or DG/Magami Kenta/Hudson Ahn/Vin Ho Bin(Vin Jin)/Cheong Taejin/Mandeok/Olly Wang/Jiho Park (villain arc)
For the most part, he's not the type to be looking for a date unlike the others. He's not a hopeless romantic.
Though if he founds someone attractive he can't help himself to do the fling with them, releasing his stress on someone while making himself feel good. Yep, he's only fucking someone just so he can pleasure himself. Nothing more and nothing less.
But he can't help but to curious the moment he laid his eyes on you. You're cute to be honest, he won't deny that. You look and act so fragile, innocent most likely. You're also very gentle, sweet and passionate. Contrasting his wild and bold side. He's like a wild animal. He's harsh, aggressive and cold. He never has the desire to be involved on a romantic relationship. He finds the idea of it cringy to be honest. He finds it making him vulnerable. And he finds the idea of having a soft spot on someone well what's the word, to be honest he can't put words on the idea of it.
He does wonder sometimes if he actually lived a decent life, but that doesn't mean that he has regrets of becoming who he is today. He's strong and he can handle things on his own which makes him proud of himself. But hearing it from you and showering him with pure and genuine compliments sounds and feel very different. "Wow! You're so cool and strong!" you stated as your eyes sparkled like little stars on the dark, starry night. He smirked at this, he must admit that you look so innocent and if you continued to act like this, he wouldn't hesitate to give you a kiss if he's more affectionate. "Well I know" he simply replied. Thinking about this moments make his head ache and his stomach grumble. It's not because he's sick, but is it because of what most called butterflies? He chuckled at the thought of it. It's useless. He doesn't need anybody let alone a girl, but he'll often look for your presence when you and him are away for each other even if it's not a very long time.
And it makes him wonder why do you always stay on his side. You and him are too different. You actually lived a decent and peaceful life with a healthy environment, unlike him who's always surrounded by thugs and who's often obsessed with money, power, drugs, alcohol and sex. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he does like you. That's why he's always pushing you away. He doesn't want you to get hurt. And he'll definitely kicked someone's ass if they ever tried to lay their hands on you.
"Hey," he called for your attention as you looked at him with those doe-like eyes. His voice sounds a bit harsh and demanding, but after getting to know him better and getting close to him you know that he's just like that to everybody. And you know that he actually doesn't mean it to be like that. "Yes?" you asked him softly as he made eye-contact. "Why do you always stay next to me?" he asked curiously as it made you slightly upset to be honest. Does he think of you as a burden? Are you annoying? Well despite you always getting compliments from other people about how you look like a princess or Goddess that popped on a fairy tail and given life, you're actually insecure about yourself. Your gentle and feminine side can be annoying to some. You can't help but to feel like a little child that always needed to be protected and taken care of. And you often cared too much about others making you a people pleaser. "What do you mean?" you chuckled trying to hide your distress but he took notice of this. He doesn't mean to be rude, he sighed as he reconstructed his statement since you misunderstood it in the wrong way. "I mean, why do you stay beside me? You can get hurt you know?" he stated as your eyes sparkled once again. "Ahh, you mean in that way?" "Yeah." "Well, because you're really nice!" you honestly answered as he was shocked by your response. Really? Most people viewed him as an asshole for beating them up for his work. "You're joking right?" "Why do you think I'm joking? You're strong, kind well in some times, and you actually protected me when I need help." you smiled at him once again as he looked from a different direction trying to hide his blush. So far, that's the most genuine compliment he got from someone else.
And he also took notice of how gentle you are with animals. Not only you help out other people, but also those street kittens and pups that randomly pop up on streets. He just finds owning a pet a bit stressful since he already has lots of responsibility in his shoulders. "PLEASE CAN WE ADOPT HIM!" you pleaded as you cling on his arms making him groan. "No." "WHY!" "Well, I can't take care of it and I don't want to." he answered honestly but in a brutal way making you frown. If you have dog ears right now it will droop down and your eyes got bigger again like you're about to cry. "Please? I'll take care of it..." you put your hands together begging as he stares at you. He honestly find it cringy since he doesn't know if you're doing that on purpose or if you're just too soft. Not being able to stop you, he sighed. "Fine, but don't ask me to be his babysitter." he looked away as you smiled once again. "C'mon just tell me that you also find him cute!" "Shut up..." he may sound rude, but you can see that little smirk forming on his lips.
Goo Kim/Jake Kim/Kuroda Ryuhei/Yoojin/Sinu Han
This men will be a 100% simp for you (especially Goo and Ryuhei). He just founds you really hot, cute and pretty! Well you name it.
In some levels, they do care about their partner's appearance (remember having preferences are not bad ladies and gentle man). But they actually do not belittle others who are not their taste especially women since for the most part. He's a gentleman (or he tries to be).
To be honest, they're just secretly horny lmao. Remember they're still men so having a partner with a beautiful face and body just makes him worked up. Like, you don't have a right to be this pretty (he just praises you at this point).
But he does know deep inside that looks are not just a fundamental in having a partner. He does care about personality. He just honestly can't stand women who looks hot but just acts annoying and bitchy most of the time. It turns him off the most. But meeting you is one of the best blessing he have. Not only you look like a deity, but you also act like one. He just thought you're an angel who fell from the sky, in this hellish place called Earth. Did God sent you for him? Is life not finally being an ass to him? Who knows.
He'll also compliment you 24/7. Like his mouth just wouldn't stop talking about you. Like, in some levels you kind of find it annoying especially if you're the quiet one. You also probably thought at first that he's a perv but he's just being honest and appreciative! So you just brushed it off and you actually started appreciating his comments about you since it's not harming you in anyways. In fact it also boosts your confidence even more. "Y/N do you know how pretty you are?" he teased just to get a reaction out of you (and he also likes making you smile H:LKHDL:KHAL:KFH:LDKHA) "Of course I do" you smirked as you played along with him. "Well you actually look like a koala" "HEY THAT'S RUDE!" you stated as he laughed at your reaction "BUT KOALAS ARE CUTE!".
He also finds it adorable when you adopt stray animals. He just finds you "waifu material" girl. He also fantasizes about adopting 5 kittens or puppies with you and living on a peaceful and small town. You know, just the normal couple living their best life. Though he wouldn't be open about it since he finds it lowkey embarrassing lmao. "BABE! I FOUND A KITTEN ON A STREET!" "C'mon Y/N it's the fifth time you adopted a cat. Are you making an orphanage out of animals?" he teased as your kitten named Pebbles cling into him like a toddler begging for his dad's attention. "Please? I already have a name for her" you pleaded as he sighed knowing that he can't stop your motherly behavior with animals and besides he finds the cat cute too, it's a pure white kitten with blue sapphire like eyes. "What's her name though?" he asked curiously as you smiled and named the cat Snow. "Why won't you name her Elsa?" "C'mon love you make too much jokes." you sighed trying not to laugh as he chuckled at your reaction. "I'm just kidding, besides Snow's a really fitting name." he gently picked the cat on your arms and petting it. He just finds you daring. You're more than just your looks and he finds that fascinating :3.
A/N: I hope you really like it! It's kind of rushed yet late lmao. And I'm more of a cat person than a dog person but I still hoped you liked it!
#lookism x reader#lookism x y/n#lookism x you#daniel park x reader#jay hong x reader#zack lee x reader#vasco x reader#lookism fic#gun x reader#park hyungseok x reader#goo kim x reader#james lee x reader#dg x reader#jake kim x reader#samuel seo x reader#eli jang x reader#warren chae x reader#vin jin x reader#hudson ahn x reader#eugene x reader lookism#jace x reader
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When will we be able to see what you wrote to Jake? 👀
⠀⠀♰⠀⠀𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧
𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 kim gimyung/jake kim x m!reader
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 top!sub! reader, amab reader, bottom!dom! jake, takes place in prison, reader is called "bitch", orgasm denial, anal sex, blowjob, reader desperately wants to please jake, insinuated that reader is part of big deal, a little of overstimulation at the end. minors dni.
𝗔/𝗡 right nothing! this almost got lost in my drafts, and it won't be revised anytime soon. I'm a bitch for Jake and that's what inspired it.
Loud hoarse noises echoed inside the cell, clothes and blankets rustling every time one of the prisoners moved. It was a cold day and the thin fabric of the blanket did nothing to warm Jake's cold skin, that's why you were between his legs, sucking his cock and doing your best to keep him hot and bothered.
Jake's bitch, that's how you were known considering that Big Deal's no.1 never did anything to hide the kind of relationship you had. He also did nothing to prevent that fame of you from spreading, ordering you around and making you work for his pleasure regardless of who might look or hear. After all he was your leader and there was nothing you wouldn't do for him, whether it was sucking him until your jaw ached or fucking his tight ass until Jake was satisfied, only able to come when your boss was especially kind.
Being called a bitch made any fear or respect for you evaporate. You've had snide comments, lewd invitations, and an asshole or two trying to touch you in the shower. And answered each of them accordingly, missing teeth and a pierced eye that cost you three weeks in solitary confinement; no one ever said anything in front of him again and eventually the noise died down and the riot subsided.
You sucked the length into your mouth hard, tongue following the bulging veins near the head that always made it throb, experienced in pleasuring the man beneath you. Jake was silent, hand pressed against his mouth to keep out unnecessary noise, breathing just a little ragged.
Sliding your tongue against the sensitive crevice of the head, more pre-cum seeped out, his body responding to your every silent command, mixing with saliva and sliding down his length to his heavy balls. You liked taking your time with Jake, wanting to revel in the hard, thick cock pushing into your throat, having long since grown used to the feeling of having your mouth full. Fingers tangled in your hair, lightly scratching your scalp guided you through each movement, Jake's taut stomach rippling under your hand.
"Give me a finger," Jake ordered, voice low and muffled behind his arm. He was close, you'd made him come enough times to notice even before Jake did, cock leaking against your tongue and long legs rising to your shoulders.
Opening your mouth you let his cock slide out, landing wet and heavy against his belly and you brought one of your fingers into Jake's dry hole. Knowing he liked a little pain, you pressed your dry finger against his taut edge, until the bundle of muscles gave against the pressure and let you in, pushing through the grip to knuckles. A sigh escaped Jake.
Pulling your finger out you spat into the red hole, receiving a hair pull in return, but no complaint was uttered as two fingers pressed against it, forcing their way back inside through the tremor that coursed through Jake's entire body. Finger shoved as deep as possible you could feel Jake's hole quivering around you, tight and hot, your cock twitched at the memory of how good it always felt to be inside him.
Jake reached for his own cock that was accumulating pre-cum in his stomach, stroking himself fast and hard, he was putting on a show, knowing you enjoyed watching. Like a magnet you were drawn to him, hot breath lapping against damp skin, close enough that you could put your mouth back on his cock, but you didn't, not without an order. Your body was hot at the sight, fingers stretching inside him, wanting to make him feel as much pleasure as possible, wishing you could satisfy him with everything you had. Legs around your head tightened, threatening to suffocate you, hips quivering when finally your fingers pressed against his prostate, cock visibly writhing between Jake's long fingers. As if he could read your thoughts Jake smacked the swollen head of his cock against your lips in a silent command. Parting your lips, you moaned as that thick, heavy cock slid back over your tongue, the pure salty taste of pre-cum, sweat and Jake overpowering your senses. Not stopping to thrust your fingers in and out of him you closed your lips around it and sucked, but Jake was already pushing farther back, straight for you throat.
Fingers against his swollen prostate and the slightest hint of teeth scraping the hot hard flesh, and over the bulging veins, his legs tensed so hard it should have hurt. You could feel his cock throb and squirm against your tongue, before emptying in spurts of cum that trickled down your throat. Continuing to suck on him, your fingers reaching out to tease him, trying to get everything you could out of him, wanting to taste more of him. His cock twitched one last time inside your mouth and more come spilled onto your tongue, Jake's rigid legs trembling on your shoulders.
"Enough." Jake tugged on your hair, forcing you to let the slowly growing limp cock fall from your mouth. You moaned with the perch, licking your own lips, but obeyed, taking your fingers out of him, slower than necessary, just to hear him moan. Jake's hand remained on your head in a welcome touch, not stroking, just staying there. Dropping your head against your boss's crotch you chased his scent, not realizing you were slamming your hips against the floor trying to get some stimulation.
When he spoke again his voice was a mere whisper, a hoarseness scratching his throat and the sound alone almost made you come. "[name]. Stop"
You moaned against him, fighting the urge to put your mouth back on him as you obeyed, using your entire being to get your hips to stop moving, your entire body trembling with the effort.
"Sir," you began, lips moving against the sweaty skin above his flaccid cock, "c-can I…can I come?"
When no response came, you lay on top of him, hard cock pressing against his hip and did your best to keep your voice low as you pleaded. "Please sir, may I?"
Instead of answering Jake pressed his hand against your hardness, eliciting a choked moan from you and pulled the waistband of your pants down until your cock popped out, hard and wet, begging for release. Jake's hand closed around your cock, the heat and tightness wanted to make you move against him, but you knew it would kill any chances of you getting a 'yes'.
"You didn't secretly masturbate, did you?" The grip around you tightened, the short nails digging into your skin, but that only made you start to leak even more. You were close. So close.
"No sir."
"Hmm, how long does?"
"Three weeks."
Silence followed. You waited, breathing quick and panting, cock wetting his hand, heat curling in your stomach.
"We'll see if you can be good. Spit." You complied, skin heating up at how dirty it felt to open your mouth and watch the saliva fall onto his hand, slender fingers rubbed over the length of your cock in the makeshift lubrication.
Even in the dark, you watched with glistening eyes as Jake guided your cock into his hot hole. He rubbed the head against the taut edge in a tease. You swallowed a groan, not daring to rush him. Then he pressed inward, the hastily stretched hole slightly refusing intrusion, before slowly sliding halfway inward.
"Push," he ordered, hand going up to your hip. "Slowly."
Your thighs tensed, hips moving as Jake's hand pulled you close, cock sliding with difficulty until your heavy balls bumped against his ass, fully enveloped in his heat. Jake's hole opened for you, his legs curling lightly around you as he hissed in pain. You stopped, breathing heavy, skin burning, and feeling so, so close to spilling into him.
"Sir?" You waited for authorization, strangled voice coming out through teeth.
"You can move."
The words snapped your control, hands gripping his hips tightly, nails digging into skin as you began to move, fast and hard, biting back any sound of pleasure as you moved in and out of the tight hole. A loud moan escapes Jake, hands coming up to grip your arms and you want to get him to be louder even if it wakes everyone around the two of you. And he's so, so hot, and you feel like you could stay inside him forever.
"I won't last much... longer" you growled, unable to stop yourself from moving.
"So quickly?" Jake teases you and you know, even if you can't see it, that he's smiling at you. "Not yet."
But fuck it, you're always ready to beg him.
"S-sir- Jake..."
With one hand, Jake reaches for the semi-hard cock pooling in his stomach and begins to jerk off, trying to bring himself back to hardness, the sight alone making you dizzy with lust, unable to notice the tension building in your stomach.
"Don't come." The harsh words snap you back to reality, and you damn whimper with the effort to stop moving, your muscles immediately tensing and your entire body shaking. Something that sounds like laughter reaches your ears ringing. "I didn't tell you to stop."
God, he's always so mean to you.
The heat is still there, about to reach its peak and you know that if you move even an inch you won't be able to stop yourself from coming and you don't want, at any cost, to let Jake down.
You open your mouth dry, struggling a bit to find words that make sense. "If I move... I won't ahh be able to hold it."
"Then beg for it."
"Sir, can I c-cum? P-please? I was so good!"
"Come for me then, boy."
And like the good boy you are, you obey without argument. Your hips rock in fast, erratic thrusts and you know you're barely hitting Jake's prostate in this position, and you want, at all costs, to make him feel good, but your head is spinning, cock pulsing so hard it hurts, and you can't think clearly enough to try to change where your dick is hitting inside him. His hand lands heavily on the back of your neck, bringing you down and as soon as his mouth touches yours, white dots explode across your vision and your cock squirms inside his hole, filling him with come. You don't know what sounds you're making, but Jake sticks his tongue in your mouth in an attempt to shut you up, whispering 'shhs' under your breath to you.
"You came to me so much, keeping me so full and warm," he murmurs against your lips, breath slamming hot against you and you can feel his hand moving on his cock, before spilling heat between your stomachs. Even after he comes he doesn't stop pumping, hole rippling and squeezing your sensitive cock and you want so badly to get hard and be able to fuck him again. With that thought in mind, your hips pull back, your thighs quivering with overstimulation and when Jake doesn't scold you, you go back inside, determined to fuck him until he tells you not to.
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❪ LOOKISM BOYS<33 ❫
❮ a cutie with two ferocious dogs ⟡
↳ gun and goo
https://starting!.com
- If there is one thing that is for certain, it’s the fact that the infamous Gun and Goo, would never be able to find love. Sure, they may have had played around with many women from time to time, but have they ever tried to find a love that lasts longer than their playtoys? Nope!
- Everybody knows it, they were really sure. Now imagine their surprise to see such a magnificent beauty being embraced by Goo, along with him littering kisses on your cheeks as Gun merely stood behind you as he pats your head
- It’s been discussed that your poly relationship will remain private, yet it was already disregarded the moment you stepped inside the workers. If anything, so many people were shocked to look at you. Heart necklace, pink earrings, a pink bow, doe eyes, a sweet smile, gosh... How did those two bastards bag such a sweetheart?
- Hyper-feminine, that’s the word that truly fits you. Gun and Goo never once questioned you, in truth, they actually love it, especially Goo. Since the relationship set sail, you couldn’t count how many times Goo has bought you so much jewelry, clothes, random cute objects he knows that you will love
- “Sweetheart, did you get the heart-shaped necklace I got you?”, “Oh c’mon, would you look at that! Twirl for me, princess, the dress I bought really fits you.”, “Honeybunch, I’ve got your heels, let’s go to the mall! Let’s buy all the things you want!”
- Goo’s the type to kneel down in front you to put your pink colored platform heels on your feet, yet he will always ask for something in return, like a peck on the cheek, or a long hug before he could continue his day with you at the mall, holding his lavish black card with his hand as his other holds yours, otherwise he will pout at you
- Gun is the quiet one in the poly relationship, most would think he’s left out from the trio but in truth, he’s the one who holds the three of you together, almost like a mother if you squint your eyes. Literally the only sane one in the relationship(he’s crazy but he’s not as crazy as the two you)
- Talk about crazy... Have I mentioned Gun takes you to his fights? Despite your adorable mannerisms and appearance, he knew you were capable to handle his beast-like behavior, he knows you love seeing the way he switches off his normal side to turn into a maniac, but dont worry, he’ll make sure you remain safe
- Ahem, safe does not always mean the one in the dictionary... On most occasions, he would even request for you to sit on his shoulders as you watch the way he continues to ravage those poor gangsters in such a great height to let you know that he IS just that strong, strong enough for you to depend on him and feel safe.
- “What a weak thing, don’t you think, Y/n?”, “Do you want to go shopping after this? Just one more punch and then let’s head to the car, Princess.”, “Hey angel, once this is done, give me a kiss. Many kisses.”
- Of course you are crazy, you wouldn’t have caught the interest of two of the most dangerous men in Korea if you were boring, you weren’t ripped and have the physical ability to carry ten trucks like them, but mentally... People once thought you were once sent to an asylum
- You are a rebel, sure you have done mediocre stuff like vandalism or stealing, but there was so much more hideous things you have done that even Charles Choi--Who also, surprisingly has a soft spot for you--Had to command one of his men to erase any evidence of your borderline criminal act
- Of course, Gun and Goo still love you, too much that it kind off mimics the word... Obsessed. But hey, who are you to complain? You’ve got two loving sugar boyfriends and your freedom to be mentally insane, not to mention how so many people are wrapped around your pretty finger
- The three of you together, now that’s just one chaos after another. The moment two beasts walk around town with an adorable person between them, who wouldn’t shiver? Especially if you look close enough to see the unhinged smile the pink sweetheart is carrying
- Pray for the one who will manage to make you cry(if you ever have any mercy left). The ability to easily cry is an advantage you always use, so it was very hard to leave out of Gun and Goo’s sight, doesn’t matter if you’re important or useless, they will pounce on you and make you wish you were six feet under before they could even touch you
- Actually, Gun and Goo encourage you to be mad, maybe it was the way you look so cute while you hit a thug with a pipe that makes Goo melt, or the way you kept manipulating a pathetic boy to join the gangster life with such an innocent smile that makes Gun really baffled that this was just the same person who kept rambling about a barbie movie as they kept sitting on his lap with a cute smile
- Gun, you, and Goo... What a power couple
#lookism#lookism headcanons#lookism hc#lookism x y/n#lookism x reader#lookism x you#lookism manhwa#lookism webtoon#goo kim x reader#gun park x reader#gun x reader#gun park x you#gun x you#goo x you#poly relationship#lookism imagines#lookism joongoo
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how lookism boys (if they were mlm) react to male y/n hitting on them or how lookism girls (if they were wlw) would react to female y/n hitting on them?
you can choose which one you wanna do :)
(im only asking bc your requests are open but if this makes you uncomfy, feel free to ignore)
hi anon! tysm for the request and it doesn’t make me uncomfortable at all! I would love to draw how lookism boys/girls react on male/female y/n hitting on them! it seems like such a fun idea! and you know what maybe I can add a few HCs next to the drawing too~ Im sorry if this took a bit longer than expected tho!!
Also I'm sorry but I kind of just roughly doodled everything but I hope it's still alright haha if there's anything you want me to add please tell me!!
How Lookism Boys would react on male y/n hitting on them
Daniel Park
I think Daniel would be reaaaally really flustered!
But I feel like he wouldn't care about y/ns gender he would just think about how someone just flirted with him
he's such a cutie
like a small bunny
Johan Seong
Please help him
Doesn't care about y/ns gender either I think Johan is the type of guy if he likes someone nothing else matters
doesn't show a reaction (may even ignore you)
but is really flustered inside
blushing blushing blushing askdkfkwkww
Jake Kim
What more do I have to say he's Jake
I'm so sorry I can't draw Jake like a normal person
He's such a flirt
Probably even hit on y/n first
Why did I even put him on this list???
Samuel Seo
He doesn't care, not because of y/ns gender but because he doesn't care in general doesn't matter who it is
Thinks y/n is weird but well...I'm sorry Sammy but look at yourself first
Alright thats all if you want me to draw more please tell me! I really had a lot of fun drawing these and tysm for the request! If you want to I can also draw the version wil the lookism girls (wlw) and/or add other boys because I kinda got lazy toward the end haha
Have a wonderful day!💕💖💗💓
#lookism#samuel seo#lookism x reader#daniel park#johan seong#jake kim#kim gimyung#lookism x male reader#lookism x y/n#lookism headcanons#lookism request#tysm for the request anon
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Hii! Hope you're doing okay. May I request some of the characters accidentally hitting their calm maleReader instead of the enemy and now he's getting a huge bruise on where they hit him? thx u
Idk how many characters I'm allowed to choose so I'm just gonna name a few and you can pick..? 😅
Jake / Vasco / Zack / Jace / Vin Jin / Warren / Megumi / Goo
“𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐝!”
Warnings: Mentions of violence, fluff, not really fluff though, cursing, mentions of balls.
Jake • Vasco • Zack • Jace • Vin • Warren • Megumi • Goo
Hey anon! I’m doing good, thanks for asking! ♡︎ I decided to do everyone you requested because yes 😩 I also changed it up a little with the “enemy” part. Some of them are petty interactions, and others are full-fledged brawls lol.
𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞
𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕
✧ He was focusing a little too hard.
✧ The same mantra kept echoing in Jake’s mind, urging him on: “keep fighting.”
✧ He was just a little caught up in everything, that’s all—
✧ He was absorbed in hearing the definitive crack of his opponents nose, feeling the warm spew of blood that followed a hit to the ribs, seeing the trail of bodies that followed his path
✧ These suckers were really something. There were so many of them, and they had been harassing this area for long enough
✧ Jake had called out to Jerry to ask “Where is he?” But hadn’t gotten a response
✧ Then there’s a rustle behind him
✧ A sneak attack.
✧ Instincts go: 📈
✧ He whips around, just barely seeing the glint of purpose in his opponents eyes
✧ “Jake!”
✧ He feels the warm contact of hitting a cheek. But Jake isn’t stupid and realizes his fatal error
✧ I mean… who would’ve guessed that the opponent would duck?
✧ “Sorry (Y/N)! Where’ve you been-?” He pants
✧ Honestly Jake has never been more ashamed. He did hit him, didn’t he?
✧ (Y/N) doesn’t seem fazed, he just keeps up whatever he was doing. “It’s fine… I’ve just been around.”
✧ The man is hardly panting… damn you (Y/N). You’re attractive even when you aren’t trying…
✧ (That’s what Jake thinks anyways)
𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕
✧ As soon as the fight is over, Jake runs.
✧ His dress shoes slam against what bare concrete is left, avoiding the piles of unconscious and semi-conscious bodies.
✧ He tries not to panic. He has to play it cool, and not throw a fit.
✧ Eventually, he finds you talking to Brad, nursing your busted fists with your back to him. Jake let’s out a sigh, “Pretty nasty hit you took there.”
✧ A playful smile toys at his lips as he observes you.
You turn to him, seemingly unscathed, nodding with a small smile, “Uh, yeah. Nice punch Boss.”
✧ He tries not to let the use of formalities affect him too much. (Inwardly wounded)
✧ “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks, this time with a note of concern.
✧ “He thinks he has a concussion, boss,” Brad interrupts, just the hint of a smile intermingled with his serious tone.
✧ You ignore Jake’s slacked jaw and bewildered look, eyeing Brad tiredly, “So much for keeping a secret.”
✧ “You shouldn’t keep secrets from the boss- or your boyfr—”
✧ “(Y/N),” Jake drags his finger beneath your chin, prompting you to turn to him. “Is that tr…ue?”
✧ It’s not the thought of a concussion that made Jake stop.
✧ It’s…
✧ 😰
✧ “Your cheek… is this the one I hit?”
✧ You nod.
✧ “Well uh~ not to worry you but… it’s bruising just a little~” “It’s fine Jake-”
✧ Apparently he didn’t think it was “fine”.
✧ Jakes brows furrow together as he examines you. With the way his eyes darken and his smiles fades, He looks beyond apologetic; it’s as if guilt seeps into his every movement.
✧ “You don’t have to worry about it,” you smile. There’s not even the slightest hint of anxiety in your voice, but it does nothing to reassure Number One of Big Deal.
✧ “Yeah but you know I will,” he smirks half-heartedly, quickly reverting back to his worried face.
✧ He’s never letting it go. Every time he sees the splotch of that massive dark bruise, he feels the urge to apologize.
✧ It’s beyond an inside joke too.
✧ Anyone brings it up jokingly, and his head sags and a shadow runs across his face.
✧ “Sorry about that (Y/N).”
✧ “Jake, it healed months ago.”
𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨
𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕
✧ Fights like these were becoming more often.
✧ Vasco was adjusting to the oncoming rush of bad guys. He was confident in his abilities. Sure of himself; he was bound to crush them all.
✧ But…
✧ “(Y/N)? Are you alright?”
✧ His dark eyes scan the battlefield of boys swinging at each other, searching for one man in particular.
✧ He catches him in his sight. (Y/N).
✧ “Are you almost done—” “Euntae, focus.”
✧ The tone of his voice sends a chill down Vasco’s spine.
✧ The cogs in his brain stop working for a second as he continues fighting on autopilot. He wants to keep an eye on (Y/N). He doesn’t want to loose sight of him.
✧ Vasco feels a harsh smack to his ribs, knocking the wind out of him. What was that? His instincts heighten as his body reacts frantically.
✧ He turns to the guy fighting him, readying one of numerous forbidden moves just for him.
✧ Once he sends the guy flying it’s back to looking for (Y/N)-
✧ “Euntae-!”
✧ Smack.
𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐎𝐕
✧ “(Y/N)?! (Y/N) are you okay!? Please wake up!”
✧ Vasco was reduced to a sobbing mess.
✧ You open your eyes, staring at his red face damp with tears. It’s an odd sight- especially since you only fell down a couple of seconds ago.
✧ “Yeah Vasco… I’m fine,” you offer a small smile. Even if it does hurt, you know making a big deal out of nothing would be problematic.
✧ You act calm. Chill. Even a little nonchalant.
✧ Vasco remains crouched on the ground while you dust off your pants, glancing around the parking lot littered with bloodied “bad guys.”
✧ “You’re positive that you’re alright?” He asks slowly, staring at you with concern.
✧ “Yeah. It’ll probably form a bruise at the most,” you reply. You touch your chest, seemingly unfazed.
✧ You feel awful for lying to him. Your chest feels like it’s on fire. It’s sore and laborious to breathe… but you won’t tell him that.
✧ “Sorry.” Vasco says simply.
✧ No one brings it up until you’re undressing at the Burn Knuckles base.
✧ Everyone is slipping out of their jumpsuits and into more comfortable, casual clothes. It smells sweaty and feels humid… but somehow Leon always manages to steal the bathroom before anyone else. (Thankfully)
✧ You listen quietly, offering smiles as Vasco retells a story about him and Jace, obviously awaiting your reaction.
✧ He doesn’t intentionally flaunt his muscles in front of you… but sometimes it seems that way. That’s partially why you like to keep most of your clothes on around him- so he doesn’t start comparing. 😳
✧ “That’s funny~” you reply to one of his stares that begged for your approval. You lift your shirt off over your shoulders, slinging it around your neck as you grab a fresh one.
✧ The room: …
You: …
You: 🫥
✧ “…What?”
✧ Vasco’s eyes start to gloss over as he frantically grabs your shoulders, examining your bare chest.
✧ “(Y/N)… who hit you?” “I’m sure lots of people did…”
✧ Vasco shakes his head, rubbing his hand across the massive dark splotch that stains your skin. The discolored purple and red resembles a fist… but it doesn’t seem to click to him.
✧ If he means right there… then…. “Probably you.”
✧ You smirk, shaking your head as Vasco stares at you in horror. The bruise doesn’t really bother you- you’re covered in them after today anyway.
✧ Of course you handle his outbursts calmly… reassuring him that you’re not angry.
✧ But he continues, eyes scanning over you for any more bruises that he might’ve given you. “I’m sorry (Y/N)… I didn’t mean for that to happen…”
✧ Vasco: 🥺😰
✧ He apologizes a million times, often quietly and at random.
✧ No- he will not forgive himself.
✧ Yes… he forgets about it for a few weeks before remembering and apologizing all over again.
✧ Jace and the rest of the Burn Knuckles make sure to not ever bring it up again. You also are forced to wear some form of padding under your shirt whenever you get into a fight.
𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐤
✧ Zack isn’t gonna deny it. That guy is getting on his nerves.
✧ This was supposed to be a hang out with him and (Y/N). They were gonna chill and head to the movies. Maybe do some karaoke later.
✧ Just the two of them. Not even Mira was tagging along today.
✧ But then this guy showed up.
✧ Zack feels himself growing more agitated by the minute. He grits his teeth and looks in the opposite direction, willing himself to calm down.
✧ (Y/N) and him are on a park bench… and this idiot decides to stand behind them and catcall.
✧ “You work out bro~?”
✧ Zack is literally seething. (Y/N) has to put his hand on Zack’s leg to keep him from springing up.
✧ “Do you mind reading between the lines?” (Y/N) asks, flashing his three middle fingers before turning to Zack.
✧ “Wanna go to the theatre early? We could walk around-” he whispers, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.
✧ Zack is still irked. His brows are knitted together tightly, but he simply shrugs and nods: “Whatever. Let’s just get away from this dunce.”
✧ The dunce, however, seems to really like being annoying. “Can I tag along with you two-?”
✧ “F*ck off,” Zack glares. He starts walking ahead, curling his hands into fists but keeping them shoved firmly in the corners of his pockets.
✧ He keeps his gaze trailed on the ground, trying to cool off. He’d hate to ruin this hang out with (Y/N) even more. So he’ll play it cool and be the bigger man- like Mira tells him to be. It’s hotter that way. ((Y/N) will think so too, right?)
✧ The smirk that spread across his lips disappears in a matter of moments.
✧ “Nice ass-!” The creep calls.
✧ And that’s it. The final straw.
✧ Zack is going for a straight jab. He’d be caught dead before he let someone get away catcalling (Y/N) of all people-
✧ He turns and slams his fist, making direct contact. He can hear the definitive clack of teeth, he watches as he stumbles backwards.
✧ But Zack realizes what he’s done…
✧ “S-Sh*t (Y/N)! What were you doing there-?”
(Y/N) nurses his jaw tenderly, glaring. He sighs and turns to the guy, telling him to ‘beat it.’
✧ Zack moves to cup (Y/N)’s cheek, looking frantic. He mumbles ‘idiot’ over and over… but more to himself than anyone.
✧ He knows he’s screwed up big time. He’s insistent on helping (Y/N) walk… even though he isn’t dizzy and he claims his cheek isn’t sore.
✧ He tries to forget about it as they watch the movie… but he can’t. As soon as the lights in the cinema flicker on he scans (Y/N) for any bruising.
✧ “I can’t believe it’s so big…”
“I already told you it’s fine.”
“But- argh I should beat that guy to a pulp- you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah I’m sure, Zack.”
✧ He’s apologetic- but still an angry boy at heart.
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞
✧ In his defense- Jace is usually pretty good about “self control” and everything.
✧ He’s also pretty good about it reading the atmosphere. He can tell when the mood has turned sour or hostile.
✧ He’s able to “let it go” when there’s a petty misunderstanding. Most of the time.
✧ But today this one guy (Duri…?) is killing him.
✧ He’s been a nuisance for a few weeks now… but The Burn Knuckles never had the heart to tell him off. Even (Y/N) was pretty chill about the guy- and he was usually more fiery than Jace.
✧ But as of right now, Jace stands idly with Woong and (Y/N), listening to whatever BS that guy, Duri Lee, is spewing out.
✧ Woong and (Y/N) are listening boredly as the one-sided conversation turns from childish comparisons to full-fledged insults.
✧ Duri wraps his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder, despite (Y/N) having shrugged him off twice already.
✧ Jace feels awful. He reminds himself of how jealous Johan was back during the One Night scandal. It’s embarrassing knowing that he’s feeling jealousy about… this.
✧ He’s not a jealous person… but Duri really gets on his nerves. If he keeps up his stupid act, his stupidity might spread to Jace… and then he’ll do something stupid.
✧ Even as Duri begins to degrade Jace himself, rambling a bunch of nonsense about how he “isn’t as smart as he looks”, Jace manages to keep it together. He feels a twinge of annoyance and glares, but he doesn’t say anything.
✧ The rest of the Burn Knuckles aren’t buying the bs anyway. So it’s fine.
✧ “Know you place, Duri.”
✧ Jace’s gaze snaps over to (Y/N). Did he hear him correctly? Did (Y/N) finally say something? He feels a small smile winding onto his face-
✧ “I know exactly where my place is!” Duri sputters indignantly. His look of shock is short lived and is soon replaced by a smirk. It’s highly probable that he’ll take a pathetic jab at redemption.
✧ Jace hates the way Duri’s eyes roam over (Y/N). He braces himself for what comes next.
✧ “It should be sweating over you, if you know what I mean.”
✧ Great. Gross.
✧ Jace turns to Duri now, scowling at him, “You wanna say that again? The Burn Knuckles don’t hit on each other, so don’t even think-” “Whatever Jace. Me and him were just gonna do some catching up~”
✧ Duri makes a crude gesture with his hands. He keeps his arm wrapped around (Y/N), who rolls his eyes and glares.
✧ (Y/N) sighs, “Or so you think. You do know that me and Jace are-”
✧ One kick- one harsh smack. Jace doesn’t know what he’s doing- but whatever it is lands Duri facedown on the floor.
✧ He’s startled by his own rashness. Stupidity really is contagious. He frowns down at Duri but doesn’t move anymore.
“Like I said. Burn Knuckle members like you aren’t allowed to hit on their superiors.”
✧ He turns to embrace the startled and disappointed stares from Woong and (Y/N) (respectively)
✧ But naturally, Duri needs to have the last word. Like all PTJ small fries, he wants to sign his death certificate a little early.
✧ “That stupid hierarchy is never gonna get you laid,” he grumbles.
✧ Jace turns and throws all his weight into the kick-
✧ Blocked.
✧ (Y/N)…?
✧ (Y/N) has his arms outstretched in a block, giving Jace an unreadable stare. He sighs, releasing the second-in-command’s foot.
✧ “(Y/N)-” “That’s gonna leave a bruise.”
———
✧ Jace is sitting with (Y/N) a little latter. He still feels a pang of frustration when he remembers the little situation… as well as guilt for hitting (Y/N).
✧ (Y/N) rolls up his sleeves, looking over his arms quietly. Based on his eerie calmness, Jace can assume that there’s a pretty large bruise forming.
✧ Despite the knowing of guilt, Jace is a tad bit grateful for the intervention. He knows (Y/N) only stopped him for the sake of his dignity.
✧ “You’re not normally so passive-aggressive,” (Y/N) comments nonchalantly.
✧ “I know… I’m sorry.” Jace rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, feeling a touch of color flare in his cheeks.
✧ He promises to help ice it, and assures (Y/N) that he won’t do anything like that again. He just smiles dryly and waves it off.
✧ “You probably won’t have the need to,” he says.
✧ Jace looks up at him, his fingers still gingerly rubbing around the bruise. “Won’t have to… attack Duri?”
✧ (Y/N) nods, “He p*ssed himself, apparently.”
✧ Jace knows it’s wrong… honest to god he feels bad… but he couldn’t help but smirk at the thought.
(I swear I’m sorry this entire thing is a mess. I can’t decide which POV to stick to-)
𝐕𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐧
✧ In his defense, Vin had recently gotten his glasses re-tinted… and so he was having some trouble adjusting.
✧ But it would’ve been nice if he didn’t walk by you in some grubby alleyway. What a nuisance. He just wanted to go home, listen to some rap, and eat his onion rings.
✧ But you… of course… found yourself in a predicament. 😔
✧ “You’re just gonna stand there?” You call, back pressed against the wall as you stare lazily past the punks you apparently offended.
✧ They seem ticked that your attention is suddenly elsewhere.
✧ Vin just stares at you, silent for a moment, before shoving his hands into his pockets. “It’s not my problem.”
✧ “They called me a d*ck-” you call. Although the familiarity of the term has nulled any offended emotions, you’re certain Vin has reserved insulting-you-rights for himself.
✧ “Not my problem,” Vin insists, pushing his glasses further up his nose.
✧ The punks continue to close in on you, throwing insults at the two of you- despite Vin being across the alley. You both ignore them.
✧ “Ah- they also called Mary fat.”
✧ “Still not my problem.”
✧ “They said Duke’s music is better than yours-”
✧ “Did not!”
✧ “And they called your sunglasses ‘gaudy’.”
✧ Which is followed by silence as one of the punks lowers a cigarette bud towards your cheek. You don’t flinch, staring past his shoulder at Vin.
✧ You wait in anticipation for Vin to say something. Anything. You’re so intent on seeing his reaction you hardly notice the burning sensation of the cigarette nearing your skin.
✧ “No they didn’t…” Vin mumbles. He adjusts his stance- and now you’re sure he isn’t going to abandon you.
✧ “Would you freaks shut up?!” The punk rolls his eyes in exasperation, pulling the bud away from your face and turning to Vin.
✧ “Or do you have somethin’ you wanna say too?” The delinquent flicks the cigarette to the side, staring your knight-in-shining-armor up and down reproachfully.
✧ You inwardly moan. Vin has lots of things he wants to say. It’s best not to get him started.
✧ “You talk too much,” Vin answers, and begins strutting forward.
✧ You crack your knuckles, relieved you won’t have to take them all on your own.
✧ “Anyway this is a waste of my time- so let’s just go (Y/N).” He shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, not at all prepared for the slap.
✧ Yes. A petty, weak, girlish, slap.
✧ A slap that knocks his sunglasses askew. You freeze.
✧ “Hey,” you call loudly, watching as their heads swivel towards you. “Don’t look at him. Say anything and I-”
✧ The loud noise of bones cracking interrupts you-
✧ Vin goes rampant, giggling and grinning like a school girl. Oh hell. You shrug and get into your own fighting stance. “Well I guess he’ll kick your asses anyways- so nevermind…” you mutter.
✧ Those stupid glasses. Distorting his vision all the time. Even…
✧ In fights.
✧ You feel numbness tingling through your arms as you avoid another swing of your opponents arm. Reaching up with a strike of your own, you manage to punch him in the ribs for a KO.
✧ You’re so focused. Vin is so distracted.
✧ You scan the two other guys already beaten to the ground, and look up to see Vin walking towards you victoriously—
✧ But instead he’s charging you with arms at the ready— “WAIT VIN-!”
✧ He stops mid-swing… but only after he’s felt his skin contact with yours.
✧ The force sends you backwards into the wall. Nausea and dizziness begin bubbling in your body.
✧ You feel your knees buckle and your eyes crossing, and the pounding of your heart is auditable in your ears as you nurse your numb jaw.
✧ Meanwhile Vin just stands there in shock, calling you names while asking insincerely if you’re okay.
✧ “You can’t blame me cuz you were in the way you little sh*t! Ugh… f*ck…” he mutters.
✧ You’re calm while he rambled, but your patience begins to thin as he continues insisting the blame was all on you.
✧ “Vin…” you say calmly. “Would you shut the hell up. If it weren’t for your stupid glasses…”
✧ -He gawks in surprise
✧ “Then I wouldn’t have a concussion. Or a nose bleed,” you snap.
✧ There’s silence. Your face is illuminated by the blue light of your phone as you search for the Urgent Care nearby.
✧ “…That does look pretty bad.”
Finally. He has the decency to be a little sincere.
✧ Vin leans in closely, trying to catch your eye. While you avoid eye contact, you are perfectly in tune with his movements.
✧ “I’m taking you to my place,” Vin huffs with a smirk, seemingly trying to redeem himself as he shoves his hands into his pants.
✧ “I thought you didn’t care earlier,” you answer, still scrolling on your phone. Only half-listening.
✧ Then his bulky arm wraps around your torso, and he scoops you over his shoulder.
✧ ‼️
✧ Not good for the nausea or dizziness.
✧ But anyway…he did carry you to the Urgent Care…
✧ Where he blatantly denies bruising you up, and even laughs a little. (Okay- he does feel a little guilty…)
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧
✧ “(Y/N)-” “I’m not closing my eyes.”
✧ There’s no way you’re letting Warren take them all by himself.
✧ It’s just not happening.
✧ He seems to know. He’s fine with you fighting, as long as he isn’t there to worry over you. He can’t get over the urge to intervene and protect you until the fight is over. That’s always been the case.
✧ “You let Eli fight,” you remind him, turning to face away from him and towards the crowd of delinquents.
“You’re not (Eli. That’s) different.”
✧ You’re not different than Eli? Well then, you’ll take that as a yes… even if you do inwardly know what he was trying to say.
✧ Your shoes slap against the floor as you walk through puddles of water. The day is overcast, just like Warren’s mood.
✧ Soon enough the blood mixes with the water.
✧ The man spits out a tooth as you throw an elbow into his jaw. Your clenched fists shake like leaves as you deliver a kick into his back.
✧ It’s loud- but you can’t even hear the shouts of grunts of the fight…
✧ Just the ringing in your ears. The adrenaline pump doesn’t help… it just gives you endurance and an animalistic will to withstand the blows. It doesn’t help you make decisions, or strike properly.
✧ “Warren-!” You feel your heart beating in your ears.
✧ Warren is smart in his own way. But once his mind is shrouded with concern, he’ll do anything to plow a path straight to you.
✧ Oh? You were just trying to draw his attention to the guy making a lame attempt at a “sneak attack?”
✧ Nevermind then…
✧ But as it starts winding down and all that’s left are the decently-difficult fighters… Warren feels his heart lurching out of his chest.
✧ “Gotta help (Y/N)…” he thinks to himself. And the thought replays. Over and over. “The mighty Warren Chae won’t let him get hurt...”
✧ (Y/N)…. (Y/N)….
✧ You….
✧ “You-!?” Slam
✧ Warren didn’t mean to loose focus and body slam you into the wall— but he did—
✧ “You’re…(good?I didn’t see you) in the way! (Sorry!)” His words slur thickly and he skips a few while he’s at it.
✧ Your vision feels fuzzy. Your body feels hot as he presses his rough hands against your neck. But as your heartbeat slows back to normal, and the adrenaline boost wears off, you come to face reality.
✧ The fight isn’t over.
✧ “I’m fine Warren,” you assure him calmly. “But don’t get distracted-”
✧ “Then listen to me,” he says firmly. Ignoring the oncoming kick directed at him, he leans (down/up) towards you. “Close your eyes.”
✧ He forces your body into a sitting position on the ground. Your hands shake slightly as you hold your sore shoulder. Your eyes are squeezed shut.
✧ You keep quiet and try to block out the disturbing noises. Shouts of agony, the snapping of bones. It doesn’t bother you as much when you’re fighting together… but knowing Warren is going rampant makes you uneasy.
✧ “Okay… open your (eyes).”
✧ Warren is already kneeling beside you, brushing his calloused hands around your torso to (take off your jacket and) lift off your shirt.
✧ You feel the cold slap of breeze against your skin 💨 👋
✧ Warren’s droopy eyes look a mixture of sad-dog and irritated-cat. How could he mistake you for the enemy?
✧ Guilty… frustrated… concerned.
✧ He rubs his rough palm against your shoulder. His thumb pad traces circles around the large bruise that’s forming.
✧ The longer you sit there, the darker the bruise seems. And it’s making Warren a little paranoid.
✧ “It’s getting worse-” he mumbles.
✧ “I’ll be fine.”
✧ “I’ll treat it back home.”
✧ “Alright… take me to bed I guess.”
✧ “…”
✧ A pause.
✧ “Bed rest. I meant. Not really like that.”
✧ “…I was gonna say. I’m not sure if you’re up for that.”
✧ Yeah. It’s time to shut up.
✧ Is Warren sad? Yes. Guilty? Yup. Frustrated? Very. It’s never happening again. You’ll probably never be allowed throw a punch in his presence ever again.
𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢
✧ Magami curls his toes into the sticky martial arts mats that line the floor. Even though it’s night outside, the training room is still illuminated by tube lights overhead.
✧ Practicing his karate, even when the room is empty and less stuffy, still feels constructing in the mask. It’s still not as bad as it is in the arena.
✧ He practices the fluid motion of his kick again.
✧ Then the movement of his strike.
✧ He hears the door creak open. Kenta swears that if Nomen tries to interrupt him with some annoying sh-
✧ A best of silence passes as he distances himself from the sandbag. Maybe it wasn’t Nomen after all.
✧ But then there’s a voice that sounds out-
✧ Magami feels the blood rushing to his face- and without thinking he swings his leg for an ushiro geri-
✧ Slam.
✧ He feels his foot connect with wood, snapping through the barriers and splitting the cypress in half.
His pulse remains sickeningly fast as he straightens and turns to face the back.
✧ He was right. It wasn’t Nomen…
✧ Instead, Tanuki - you - stands rigidly behind him, cupping your face and the shattered splinters of wood.
✧ He broke your mask.
✧ “It’s just me, Daruma…” you say quietly, still standing stiff and in shock. You stare at him with half of your face naked and exposed while dragging your finger across your damp cheek. Blood. You’re bleeding…
✧ “Don’t get in my way again.” That’s his reply.
✧ His voice is deep and muffled. A better mask for his emotions that’s the actual mask that he wears. You can tell, out of perceptiveness, that he’s a bit flustered.
✧ His brows are drawn together tightly and his lips purse from behind his disguise. He feels his heart hammering in his chest.
Why Tanuki…? Of all people.
✧ You tuck your free hand into your pocket, removing the remains of your mask with the other with calm precision, nodding understandingly.
✧ “I was coming to tell you how late it was,” you drawl.
✧ This is why Kenta thinks you can be an annoying prick. You stand there in such a relaxed pose, voice drawing reactions out of Kenta he has no control over.
✧ His eyes are wandering. Tanuki (you) was always more appealing to Kenta than the others, to an extent.
✧ “How late is it?” He asks.
✧Tanuki wasn’t as annoying as Nomen, and he carried a conversation better than Hyottoko. Hanyya was always accompanied by Nomen, so that was a no-go. And Tanuki was much less obnoxious than Shiba Inu.
✧ “The circus is starting in an hour. It’s that late.”
✧ His eyes wandered up from your dress shoes, your suit pants… and flickered over that iconic, unmistakable bulge that earned you the Tanuki alias; across his chest and up to your cheek.
✧ Kenta’s attention was fixated on your cheek. With the mask no longer covering your face, he could see your features for the - third time?
✧ And your cheek, he notices, is bleeding.
✧ “You’re gonna form a bad bruise if you don’t ice that,” he remarks all of a sudden.
✧ He moves to unbutton his suit and change into the convict clothes. Keeping his focus away from you.
✧ “Oh…” you murmur from behind him. Even without looking, Kenta knows you’ve begun touching your cheek gingerly again. “Well it doesn’t matter. It’s always covered up anyway.”
✧ Kenta doesn’t feel as guilty about it as he does embarrassed. And it’s not really- embarrassment… just- he just feels flustered.
Actually, at this point he isn’t sure how he feels.
✧ “Ice it.” This time it’s not a warning, but a command.
✧ “I will… I will. Afterwards. You need help-?”
✧ At this point, Magami is convinced Tanuki could pull off any pose and turn him on. He feels riled up and agitated as you lean to help unfasten a particularly stubborn button.
✧ “…Don’t be a d*ck, Tanuki.”
✧ “‘No thanks’ would’ve sufficed.”
✧ You proceed to unfasten his shirt anyway. Kenta’s face remains impassive, but he won’t deny his gratitude for the mask policy right now 🫣.
✧ He stares at the bloody, darkening splotch on your cheek. Unmistakably the result of his kick. He also notes that you look good without the mask.
✧ Once he slides out of his shirt and into the bright orange one, he brings up his finger to tap harshly against your face.
✧ “Well, ice it soon.”
✧ He starts unfastening his pants. As he bends down, he can’t help but sneak glances at your limp bulge tucked away in your own slacks. He really disgusts himself sometimes. But you’re so damnably attractive, it’s almost annoying.
✧ Rephrase: it is annoying.
✧ You adjust your stance, shifting your weight from leg to leg and crossing your arms. Damn you. Kenta almost chokes.
✧ “Will do,” you chuckle.
✧ “Don’t make me kick you again.”
✧ “Daruma…”
Cough- cough… ☞︎ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
𝐆𝐨𝐨
✧ “Don’t wander off too far boo~”
✧ “Goo…”
✧ You feel a little exasperated. As Goo Kim’s secret friend, you’d think he’d treat you more like an equal. Or at least have confidence in your capabilities.
✧ And how did you end up being singled out as his ‘dearly beloved’ anyway?
✧ As you land another hit on some poor punk’s ribs, you feel your promise ring scrape his skin and draw blood.
✧ So… seeing as you’re wearing that ridiculous price of jewelry… you sort of already know how that story ended.
✧ But it doesn’t matter. You’re tying to stay level-headed as you fight, and your ‘future spouse’ being obnoxious isn’t soothing your nerves.
✧ In fact, you can’t recall a single time fighting with Goo was therapeutic. So I guess this isn’t anything different from the norm.
✧ “What’s for dinner?” You ask boredly. You sink into your toes and dodge a wild swing, kicking the kid in the gut.
✧ “Whatever you feel like babe!” Goo replies energetically as he finishes bashing in some heads.
✧ “I could go for some bird meat,” you muse quietly as a new onrush of guys heads your way. It’s a wonder than Goo hears you.
✧ “Ooh- okay! How about chicken?”
✧ “Pass. Turkey?”
✧ Goo swings a crowbar around expertly, a more focused expression on his features. He takes a moment to reply. “Nah… I hate the flavor.”
✧ “Okay, how about-”
✧ “Duck!”
✧ Whack.
✧ “…Or just… embrace it I guess. You look hot either way, babe.”
✧ “Kim… remember our conversation about clear communication?”
✧ “Uh huh? But I did warn ya!” “We were literally talking about birds.”
✧ You snap a guys wrist without even looking, glaring (up/down) at Goo.
✧ The rest of the fight you ignore him. Your expression remains neutral afterwards as he takes you to the urgent care.
✧ “At least it hit you in the shoulder!”
✧ “Yeah- I wonder where it would’ve hit me if I had ducked.���
✧ “Stop being all calm and angry at me boo! It’s creepy!”
✧ “…Alright. Whatever Goo.”
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