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“Control”

Pairing: Na Baek Jin x fem!reader

Genre: NSFW / Smut, Emotional Intimacy, Slight Power Play, Soft Aftercare

Setting: His apartment, late at night after a long day

(I’ve had this in my drafts also😭)

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You were already breathless when Baek Jin pressed you against the door of his apartment, your back hitting the wood as his lips claimed yours with quiet urgency.

The moment the door clicked shut, something shifted.

His grip on your waist tightened, jaw flexing as he pulled back just enough to look at you — eyes dark, sharp with intent.

“You shouldn’t look at me like that in public,” he said lowly, voice rough against your ear.

You smirked, despite the way your heart was thundering. “Like what?”

“Like you want me to lose control.”

He didn’t give you a chance to answer — his mouth was back on yours, hot and consuming, his hands already beneath your shirt. He peeled it off slowly, letting his fingers trail up your sides like he was memorizing every inch of you.

Every move was precise, almost studied — the way he touched you like he was in command, not just of your body, but of himself. Until you looked at him with that softness in your eyes, and the control cracked.

He pushed you gently but firmly toward the bedroom, never breaking eye contact. You laid back across the sheets, propped on your elbows, watching as he undressed with a slow deliberateness that made your thighs press together.

When he crawled over you, his hands planted firm beside your head, his expression changed — colder, hungrier.

“You drive me insane,” he muttered, lips brushing your jaw. “I don’t show it. But I think about you… constantly.”

“Then show me,” you whispered.

That was all it took.

His mouth claimed your neck, then your chest, his hands sliding under your thighs to pull you closer. You gasped when his fingers brushed over your soaked panties, and he smirked against your skin.

“So wet already?” he murmured, pushing them aside.

Two fingers slipped in easily, his thumb circling your clit while his mouth returned to your chest. You moaned, arching into him, fingers gripping the sheets.

“Baek Jin—” you breathed, your voice cracking slightly.

He glanced up, eyes half-lidded. “Say it again.”

“Baek Jin.”

He cursed under his breath and pulled away just enough to rid you of your underwear and align himself. He didn’t rush — just eased in slow, watching your expression like it was the only thing he cared about in the world.

You gasped, clinging to him as he filled you completely.

He groaned low in his throat, voice strained. “You feel too good. Fuck…”

His thrusts started deep and slow — steady, controlled, each one hitting just the right spot. You wrapped your legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as the pace built, your moans echoing into the night.

It wasn’t just sex — not with him.

It was the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching. The way his lips would soften against your shoulder mid-thrust. The way he whispered, “Mine,” like a secret no one else was meant to hear.

Your orgasm hit fast and hard, your body trembling beneath him, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name. He held you through it, slowing only slightly before chasing his own release with low, breathless groans.

When he came, it was with his forehead pressed to yours, hands locked around your wrists like he needed to anchor himself to you.

The silence after was heavy with heat and heartbeats.

He rolled off you, but didn’t let go — pulling you into his chest, holding you close like he was afraid you’d disappear.

You nuzzled into his neck, smiling softly.

“Still in control?” you teased, voice hoarse.

Baek Jin chuckled — a rare, genuine sound. “Not even close.”

I love your whc fics so much!! and I love baekjin 🤗 could i request a baekjin x reader headcanon like you did with seonje?

Yessss!!!! And thank you for requesting!!!!

Na Baek Jin Headcanons

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🌸 Sweet & Soft Na Baek-jin Headcanons

1. Quiet protector energy.

He’s not loud about how much he cares, but he’s always watching from a distance. You’ll find him leaning against a wall nearby, headphones on, eyes scanning for trouble. If someone even looks at you the wrong way, he narrows his eyes, and they back off fast.

2. The type to memorize your schedule.

He won’t admit it, but he knows exactly what time you have lunch, what route you take to class, and where you like to hang out when you need quiet. If you’re ever missing, he notices within five minutes.

3. Acts cold around others but melts when it’s just you.

Around his crew, he’s all blank expressions and sharp words. But with you? He softens. Pulls you into his hoodie. Tucks your hair behind your ear. Hums a tune while your head rests on his chest.

4. Gives you his jacket without a word.

You shiver once, and he shrugs off his jacket like it’s nothing, tossing it over your shoulders. No eye contact. Just a quiet: “Wear it.” His scent lingers on the collar and makes you dizzy in the best way.

5. Secretly writes music about you.

He has a locked folder in his phone with beats he made while thinking of you — sometimes dark and brooding, sometimes soft and slow. You have no idea, but he listens to them late at night when he misses you too much to sleep.

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🖤 Obsessive/Intense Na Baek-jin Headcanons

1. He doesn’t trust people around you.

Even if they’re being friendly, he watches every interaction like a hawk. If anyone flirts with you, his hand clenches at his side. He won’t start a fight — not unless you’re hurt — but he’ll remember. And he’ll handle it later.

2. Needs to know where you are — always.

He doesn’t blow up your phone, but he expects you to text when you get home. If you don’t, he shows up. Calm, serious, standing outside your door like: “Why didn’t you tell me you were safe?” It’s not a question — it’s an accusation wrapped in worry.

3. Keeps little pieces of you.

That broken hair clip you threw away? He has it. Your old scarf? Still in his drawer. They’re like tokens — reminders that you’re real, that you’re his. He’d never tell you, but they matter more to him than his own stuff.

4. Gets possessive when you pull away.

If you try to create space — emotionally or physically — he goes still. Withdrawn. But the storm behind his eyes brews silently. He doesn’t beg, but he’ll back you into a corner emotionally with quiet intensity, whispering: “I don’t know how to breathe without you.”

5. Has a dangerous calm when he’s jealous.

He doesn’t explode. He waits. Observes. Then he finds quiet ways to isolate the person — pushes them out of your life with subtle pressure, until you only see him. And he’ll act like it’s coincidence.

I Just Want You

Requested:yesssss!!

Na Baek-jin x Fem!Reader

Soft NSFW · Comfort · Gentle Dom · Intimate First Time Vibes

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The door clicked shut behind you, sealing the world out.

Baek-jin was quiet, as always. But his eyes—those sharp, calculating eyes—had softened. He stood just inside his apartment, one hand still on the door, the other reaching for you like it was instinct.

“Come here,” he murmured.

You did.

His hand slid up the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair as he kissed you—slow, deliberate. There was no rush, no fumbling. Just heat building gradually, like sunlight creeping over your skin.

Your back hit the wall with a soft thud, but his touch was gentle, like he was afraid of breaking you. His hands cradled your face, then your hips, and finally your waist as he pulled you closer, mouths barely parting between breathless kisses.

“You sure?” he asked against your lips.

You nodded. “I want you, Baek-jin.”

That look flickered in his eyes—something dark, something protective. He didn’t say anything. He just picked you up like it was easy, carrying you to the bedroom with his forehead pressed to yours.

He laid you down on the bed like you were the most fragile thing in the world. His touch never rushed. Fingers traced every inch of you—your collarbones, your sides, the soft skin of your thighs. Each kiss left heat behind, trailing lower with every breath. His mouth was reverent on your skin, like he was trying to memorize the taste of you.

Clothes disappeared slowly. His hoodie first, yours next, layer by layer until there was nothing left but skin and breath and need.

He hovered above you, bare and beautiful, eyes locked on yours. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You reached up, hand curling at the back of his neck. “It’s not. I want all of you.”

His movements were careful, but when he finally slid inside you, it stole the breath from your lungs. He gasped softly against your throat, burying his face in your neck as he pushed in deeper, your body stretching to take him.

“Fuck—” he whispered, voice strained. “You feel so good. So warm.”

You clung to him, legs wrapping around his waist, letting him go slow, deep, loving. He moved like he wasn’t just fucking you—he was claiming a place inside you that no one else had touched. His hands gripped your hips like they anchored him, like letting go might kill him.

“You’re mine,” he said softly, lips brushing your ear. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

He kissed you through every moan, every slow thrust, every wave of pleasure that made your toes curl and your body tremble under him. And when you fell apart around him, crying his name with your nails raking down his back, he held you like you were something holy.

He came with a soft groan, hips stuttering, forehead pressed to yours. Even then, he didn’t let go.

Later, you lay tangled together in silence. His arms around your waist, chest to your back, thumb stroking lazily along your hip.

“You okay?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

You smiled, heart full. “More than okay.”

He kissed your shoulder, lips lingering. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”