CHARACTER SHEET
FULL NAME. yeong-hwan byun / 변영환
NICKNAME. byan, ya ya, kid, xevi/voxevi
ALIASES. n/a
PRONOUNS. they/them
SIZE. 5'10
AGE. 17
ZODIAC. cancer
SPOKEN LANGUAGES. english (fluent, primary), korean (fluent, secondary), japanese (beginner to intermediate, inconsistently learning)
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―
HAIR. black, just shy of shoulder-length. usually pulled back in a half ponytail. (literally this. no i'm still not over it)
FACIAL HAIR. none. it makes them extremely dysphoric.
EYES. dark brown
SKIN TONE. warm beige
BODY TYPE. ecto-mesomorph — lean but with some decent muscle.
VOICE. average in pitch, leaning a little high. loud and brash. they curse heavily, use a lot of contractions, and drop syllables from some longer words — basically, they tend to pronounce words in the easiest way rather than the correct way (ie. they'll always say prob'ly instead of probably).
DOMINANT HAND. right
POSTURE. decent, though they have a tendency to slouch when they sit.
SCARS. far more than someone their age should have, so we'll stick with the most significant ones: a great deal of messy scarring across their knuckles from all assortment of violence, and many marks from knives and broken glass all over their arms. a decently-sized burn on their left shoulder. a large, long scar running from the lower part of the right side of their ribcage on their back, around to their side where it stops just above their hip. a stab wound on their left thigh.
BIRTHMARKS. none
MOST NOTABLE FEATURES. large, deceptively innocent-looking eyes. big crooked grin. numerous very visible tattoos and scars, most noticeably across their hands and arms.
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ―
PLACE OF BIRTH. verse dependent (i am indecisive)
HOMETOWN. see above
SIBLINGS. none that they know of, but there could be some out there.
PARENTS. unknown. all they know of their biological mother is that her last name is byun. their biological father is a complete mystery. they had a set of adoptive parents for their first four years of life, and since then have gone through many caretakers and foster parents.
𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―
OCCUPATION. high school student
CURRENT RESIDENCE. verse dependent. usually in a group home for kids in the foster care system in some large city, but their actual home changes fairly often.
CLOSE FRIENDS. few and far between. these friends vary across verses and in their closeness.
FINANCIAL STATUS. poor. they have minimal financial support through group homes/foster care and otherwise steal to support themself.
DRIVER'S LICENSE. nope, and they shouldn't be trusted with one.
CRIMINAL RECORD. theft, robbery, burglary, breaking and entering, trespassing, vandalism, arson, assault, manslaughter, resisting arrest, lying to law enforcement, purchase of a controlled substance, sale of a controlled substance, possession of a controlled substance, underage drinking, underage drug use, public intoxication, document forgery.
VICES. alcohol and drugs, smoking, violence, constant lying, reckless self-endangerment, shoplifting and pickpocketing.
𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. pansexual. no real preference on gender; they're more attracted to how one chooses to express themself than what their gender is.
PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. emotions? ew. (they don't know)
PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. n/a
TURN OFFS. n/a
TURN ON'S. n/a
LOVE LANGUAGE. gift giving & receiving
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. skittish. they tend to run the moment they realize how close they've let themself get to someone, and good luck getting them to come back. also very inexperienced and not particularly open. struggles with physical touch. fairly selfish.
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―
CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. boxer by stra.y kids is still my go-to, though it somehow only just recently struck me that bt.s' fire is also incredibly well-suited.
HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. outfit design, stick and poke tattooing, knife tricks, parkour/freerunning, pickpocketing, shoplifting, substance use, picking fights.
LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right
SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. high. too high. they need to be knocked down a few pegs.
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ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : What happens when you almost get caught in the act by your son? Whatever it is, Satoru is unfazed & too pussywhipped to care.
ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : 18+ (mdni), riding position, mentions of overstimulating, (princess/ baby) used to adress reader, cock-blocking, fem!reader.
“He’s finally asleep.” Satorou huffs out, tiredly, trudging to his respective side of the bed and immediately tossing himself onto the mattress beside you. You can’t help but softly giggle when he does such dramatic things, acting as if your son had tormented him—though your sweet boy would never do such things.
“C’mere.” he murmurs mindlessly to you, reaching out a long arm before you can even process what he’s said and pulling your form flush to his chest.
His sultry tone already tells you what he wants.
“‘Toru…are you sure he’s sleeping?” you mumble under your breath, scooting closer to your lover and placing a hand worryingly to his cheek. Recollections of the last time Satorou’s antics had almost occurred to your toddler catching you both in the act flood your mind, and you want to do everything in your power to keep that from happening again. But, Satoru, on the other hand, doesn’t seem worried about the circumstances.
“I’m sure, baby,” he promises, almost too quickly. Although you’ve always been one to take him for his word, as unethical as that may sound, and you hesitantly nod in response.
Satoru raises an eyebrow for a second, noticing the uncertainty laced within your eyes.
“We don’t have to, y’know.”
“No—I want to.”
You mask your worry with a honeyed smile, and lean into his lips. It’s almost instinct with the way his body moves to close the gap between your lips, his soft ones colliding messily to yours not a second later.
Satoru moans into the kiss, having found pleasure without even entering you yet. His big hands slide down your torso, lifting you effortlessly on top of him in the process, and find purchase on your hips.
“Mhm, ‘d you lock the door?” you whisper into the kiss, opening your eyes only to find a totally blissed-out Satoru. But, he merely hums, continuing to move his lips unfazed and too deep in the kiss to stop.
The dim light your bedroom lamp provides casts onto your lovers face, giving him a warm, loving glow that —though has quite the opposite effect of warm, and loving—causes your cunt to throb.
“Need to be inside you, princess,” he groans, only pulling away to fill his lungs with the breath you’ve stolen from him, pupils blown wide. And when he’s done, without another word, he’s kissing you again.
Soon enough, with the way he’s grinding his already half-hard cock against your clothed pussy, and the manner in which he’s smothering his lips against yours, you forget what you’d earlier asked.
He, in fact, did not lock the door.
“So fucking needy for you,” he murmurs underneath his breath, softly clamping his teeth down on your lower lip as he pulls back. Satoru takes in the sight before him; you, lips rosy, swollen, and agape, on top of him with nothing but some skimpy sleep shorts and a crop top—it’s almost too good of a sight to behold, he thinks.
“Need you too,”
Your hands are quick to find the hem of his grey sweats, tugging his boxers down alongside his pants just enough for his cock to spring up.
The leaky, pink tip releases a droplet of pre-cum, and your eyes watch attentively as it slides down his sturdy, tan base.
With just one touch, Satoru’s already thrusting up into your hands. “S-shit, don’t do this t’me. Just put it in.” he breaths, azure, blue eyes boring into yours with a stare like never before. It’s compelling in a way, and you find yourself sliding your shorts and panties aside as you position yourself over his shaft.
Rough hands smoothing over your ass, he pushes you down onto the head.
You moan deliciously, your palms flat against his chest once he's fully in. And as much as you'd love to tell him how good this all feels, how he's so deep and snug inside you, all that comes out is a choked cry of his name.
"Shh, y'don't have to say anything, I know it feels good," he hums, wearing a smug grin on his face—knowing he's the one that's got you a babbling mess—cocky as ever. "Just keep riding—fuck, just like that."
You're soon bouncing on his cock, a stream of fat tears rolling down your cheeks, and throat too sore to do anything but whimper.
"Satoru, baby.." you whine, throwing your head back in utter bliss.
"Yeah, princess?"
"You're so deep..."
And Satoru's never felt compelled to outdo himself more than he does now, the thoughts of overstimulating you swarming his head more than he'd like to admit. He groans at your words, and only wants to push himself deeper—deeper until you're crying out his name.
Satoru, Satoru, Satoru...
...But, you're whispering.
"Satoru!" you whisper-shout, finally snapping the frenzied man out of his trance. Both your heads whip to the door, and a panicked-silence falls over the bedroom.
Your heart races as you hear the pitter-patter of small feet stop right in front of the bedroom. “Mama?” your toddler calls out, thankfully knocking on the door before he lets himself in. You’re more than glad he didn’t take after his father when it came to manners.
“I’ll be right there, sweetie!…don’t come in, ok?” And you’re making quick work of tying your silk robe around yourself, though, not much to your surprise, Satoru simply covers himself and watches things unfold.
“Ok..” you cringe at the confusion laced within his cute voice, making your way to the door. “I need to go the bathroom, hurry, mama.”
Your eyebrows bunch together. “You used to go to the bathroom all by yourself, honey, what happened?”
“Papa told me the boogeymen would come get me if i went alone.”
You shoot a deadly clear at Satoru, who happens to be coincidentally ‘sleeping’ at the moment.
But the moment you arrive back, having tucked your son into bed properly this time, he’s awake.
“Baby, I can explain.”
Could he really, though?
Your eyes roll in annoyance, and you get into bed with your robe on, giving him the hint that what had taken place before would not continue.
You face away from him, reveling in the way he’s straight after you, a hand already on your hip.
“So…can we?” he trails off as his hand snakes down, and you feel as if you can see the pout on his face when you push him away.
“No more pussy for you, boogeyman.”
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