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WHOOP! Sorry about the lack of posting, I’m in university and not doing well mentally.
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I see the requests in my inbox. Things have really tough recently, so all of my projects got set back. Some of the requests at this point are fairly older, but I am doing them slowly at the pace I can manage. Thank you for understanding.
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Day 11 : Impact play — Changbin | Kinktober
Impact play — Impact play is when one partner hits the other for sexual gratification, such as spanking.
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Pairing: Changbin x gn!afab reader
Summary: Your words may have turned out to be the best mistake.
Genre: Smut, established relationship
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WC: 1.6k (1671)
CW: Impact play, unprotected sex, Dom!Changbin x Sub!reader, Early orgasm.
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a/n: I apologize for yet another late upload. I’ve been very exhausted lately and this month hasn’t really gone as expected. Thank you all for the continued support, I appreciate you all for waiting. (: <3
You didn’t think that asking Changbin to be rougher with you in bed would lead to how you were right now.
Earlier, you and Changbin were sharing a casual conversation, just chatting and talking about random things about each other's day. You had made the tiny mistake of slipping the topic of your sex life in there, which raised an eyebrow for him. You were talking to him about how nicely he treated you, which was nice — but you wanted a bit more than being treated like a pillow princess all of the time.
“Do you want me to be rough with you?” He’d ask.
“Hmm, if you want.” You say, chuckling to his reaction.
Initially, you were only really kidding for the most part. You did want more, but you weren’t that desperate about it or too pushy, it was just a tiny comment you made that you had expected for him to overlook. However, he did not overlook it, and honestly you should’ve known a bit better than that. Changbin was very attentive and he paid attention to almost everything about you. Anything you mentioned or even looked at just once, he would remember it for future use. It’s how you had ended up with a bag you had saw in a store once, and it’s how you ended up where you were now.
Changbin decided to start off simple at first just in case you wanted to change your mind and take back anything you said. He decided to buy a paddle and a flogger that came in your favorite colors. All he had to do was wait for a time you two would be able to have a night alone. When you had come home from work, you noticed that he was excited and giddy about something, which caused you to be a bit suspicious.
“How come you’re smiling so much?” You ask, eying him a bit.
“Just come on.” He’d tell you, taking your hand and leading you towards your shared bedroom with him.
Following him and playing into his behavior might’ve been your biggest mistake of that night — or maybe even your best.
You ended up becoming undressed and now fully naked, leaving you on all fours with your chest pressed closely to the bed and your ass in the air. Changbin smiled at the sight, and pulled out his first item, the paddle. You had no idea what was going on behind you, as Changbin liked leaving you in the dark when it came to what he was going to do to you. The thought of you not having no idea what was about to happen made him harder than he liked to admit. He smirked and held the item in his hand, positioning himself behind you, massaging your ass. You gave into his touch, following his hand and sighing in content as he did so. His hands have always felt so big and loving against you that you absolutely loved everytime he touched you, even if it weren’t in a sexual case, even when they were intimate or when he wasn’t trying at all. Changbin watched your reactions to him, and he had almost started to feel a bit bad about what he was about to do, but he had to remember that this is what you wanted. Even if it did take you by surprise at first, you were definitely going to be all over him about it later, and he couldn’t wait to show off how proud he was.
After moving his hands away from you, you sat there and patiently waited for him to do something — anything. The room grew quiet except for the loud creaks of the bed whenever Changbin adjusted himself atop of it.
“Angel… I want you to count for me alright?” He’d say, and you gave a small hum of confusion.
“Huh? Count? You want me to count no—“ You began, until a harsh smack landed on your ass from the paddle.
Your entire body jolted and you let out a loud yelp at the sudden sensation, your right cheek started to feel a bad sting. Tears welled in your eyes and you turned to look at Changbin who in return started at you with lustful eyes. He wasn’t feeling too bad about this, in fact he was enjoying seeing you like this and honestly didn’t mind hitting you again.
“W-Was I supposed to count?” You ask with a shaky voice.
Changbin doesn’t answer you, instead he lifts the paddle, landing another harsh smack to your ass. You moaned this time from the hit, your cunt leaking with arousal and clenching with need.
“Two?—“ You say a little dazed from the fact that this was actually happening right now.
“Good bunny.” He praises, and your body shudders.
“We’re going to keep going until you give me the word that you can’t handle anymore, alright?” He’d ask you, and you’d nod your head in understanding.
He smiled at your eagerness and raised the item again, this time smacking the other cheek of your ass, and your eyes screwed shut from the pain and pleasure.
You ended up taking at least 20 hits from him until your body physically could not handle anymore pain. You writhed underneath him and held your thighs as your face laid straight onto the pillow. As much as it was hurting you, you didn’t want any part of this to stop anytime soon, and thankfully Changbin didn’t either. He massaged your ass and flipped you over, placing a pillow underneath your butt as a silent apology for hitting you so hard. He placed the paddle down and hovered over you, kissing at your face and neck in a loving way, another silent apology.
However, his sweet actions were thrown out of the window the second he began to fuck you.
His pace was harsh and nonstopping as he fucked you, the bed nearly scooting from it’s place the more he thrusted into you. He held you down and in place with his arms as he used his thick cock to stretch and ruin your wet cunt. You were a drooling mess, hair sticking to your forehead and eyes shut. Your thoughts were non existent as he fucked you, absolutely blank. Your moans were mixed with loud grunts he’d made in order to give you the rough treatment you wanted. You scratched at his back and tugged at his hair, earning a few moans from him. Your body shook and trembled, your legs wrapped around him in an attempt to keep his hips pressed against yours while he was inside of you. He caught you off guard the second he placed his strong hands around your throat, squeezing hard but not hard enough to cut any air circulation. You were seeing stars and your hips couldn’t keep up with his.
Where did this sudden burst of energy come from? And how come all of a sudden he was using it on you now? You couldn’t even think properly and honestly you didn’t really care, because you got it now. You figured that he probably thought that you couldn’t handle it, in which case, he was absolutely right. Your mind was foggy and any words you made were incoherent. You couldn’t even form proper sentences and ended up saying words that weren’t even real. Changbin noticed how lost in pleasure you were and took the liberty of laughing in your face about it, which honestly only turned you on even more.
“Look at you, I’m giving you what you want — yet you can barely keep up.” He’d say, but you could barely focus on his words, only the feeling of his cock bullying into your sopping wet cunt.
Then, when you least expected it, a harsh slap landed across your face, and it pulled you back into reality. You stared at him with startled wide eyes until everything hit you all at once, the pleasure and the pain.
“Listen to me when I’m talking to you.” He spat, and you quickly nodded.
“Y-yes— Fuck— I’m s-sorry-“ You quickly apologize.
However, the more he kept talking, the harder it got for you to pay attention, as you were getting close to orgasm. You felt like he was doing this on purpose given that he was absolutely ruining you right now and knew that you couldn’t properly speak. He found it amusing and an excuse to slap you up even more. And so he did just that, landing harsh smacks across your face each time you didn’t answer him, and it drove you insane. Each slap caused you to clench around him and moan louder than you did before, your legs feeling like they were going to give out from being pleasured.
“I’m so — close— Please can I cum Binnie? Please— oh fuck, oh Fuck I’m gonna cum— I’m cumming—!“ You cry, your back arching and your eyes screwed shut as you came anyway.
Your jaw went slack and a weak, airy moan escaped your lips, leaving your body in complete shock. Changbin came after you, his hips stilled as he emptied his cum deep inside of you. You both were panting messes as you stared up at the ceiling, completely spaced out and dazed.
After some time, you guys finally pulled apart and Changbin had left to go get things to clean you off with. You laid there, completely ragdolled as you awaited for his return, smiling weakly once he did, but confused as he had nothing in his hands. He saw your confusion and picked you up, carrying you into your shared bathroom with him and revealing the bubble bath he had run. You were confused by it, because you hadn’t heard the water running, but you were happy nonetheless.
“Take this as an apology for how carried away I got.” He’d sheepishly say, gently dipping you into the water until you were all the way in.
“Apology accepted.” You’d say with a pleased sigh.
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KINKTOBER DAY 3 - FELIX
TITLE: Marzipan, Cherries, and Whipped Cream
PAIRING: Felix x reader
SUMMARY: A scene that takes place between you and soft-dom Felix!
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSFW SKZ related content and I know I won't be able to regulate every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work and page whatsoever.
TAGS: soft-dom Felix, sub reader, bondage, orgasm denial, teasing, edging, swearing, squirting, reader is wearing a collar, use of the word 'slut', use of a vibrator, praise, aftercare.
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The rope dragging across your skin leaves a burning sensation every time you try to move. It’s inevitable to feel it when you’re shaking and shivering from the orgasmic torture that Felix has been putting you through for nearly an hour now.
He spent a few minutes before the scene binding the top half of your body with gorgeous lengths of white rope and fitting a spreader bar below your knees to keep your legs open for the vibrator that he comfortably slotted in between.
It had been tortuously pressed against your clit for the past twenty minutes, barred from ever cumming by Felix who sat back watching you squirm with impatience while he sucked on a lollipop. These types of scenes are his ultimate favourite pastimes.
Sometimes he’ll set you on the bed and bind you with rope. Then he would have all of your holes plugged with something - a ball gag for your mouth, a buttplug for your ass, a dildo, and vibrator that he would bind to your inner thigh so that it reaches your clit. After that he would return back to his desk to play again while you cum your brains out in the meantime.
Only after Felix has finished playing will he return to a mess on his bed from between your thighs. That allows him to then seize the opportunity to fuck you.
This time around, it’s a bit similar except he’s engaged fully in the scene. He wants to actually see you slowly lose it from being edged at a high number of times.
“C-Can’t I just cum, please?” You beg desperately, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“But you’re being such a good girl for me for holding out,” says Felix, petting under your chin and adjusting the collar around your neck so that the loop sits at the front of your throat. “I know you’ll be even better if you keep going though. Maybe I’ll reward you, yeah?”
This time around, it’s a bit similar except he’s fully engaged in the scene. He wants to actually see you slowly lose it from being edged at a high number of times.
“C-Can’t I just cum, please?” You beg desperately, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“But you’re being such a good girl for me for holding out,” says Felix, petting under your chin and adjusting the collar around your neck so that the loop sits at the front of your throat. “I know you’ll be even better if you keep going though. Maybe I’ll reward you, yeah?”
You slant to one side when you hear that you’re not going to be cumming any time soon. It’s enough to actually start making you cry.Tears slowly start falling from the corners of your eyes while you shudder at the cold news. Felix looks down at you, pouting.
“Why are you crying my love?” He asks softly, looking down at you with such warm eyes.
Your arms strain viciously against the restraints, “s’too much, please I can’t take it, please.”
Felix melts. Whether they’re crocodile tears or not, he’s fallen for it either way because he doesn’t like seeing you cry as a result of his own actions. So he leans down, his free hand coming up to the base of your throat before he kisses your lips tenderly. The strong strawberry flavour from the lollipop lingers on his tongue that it makes you want to kiss him for longer.
It’s mixed in with the salt from your tears when he pecks you a few times on the lips before he slowly pulls back to look at you once more. Felix pops the lollipop back in his mouth and engrosses himself in how fucked out you look right now. Your red bitten lips look more kissable when they’re wet, and your damp eyes blinking up at him innocently.
“So pretty,” he mutters quietly. “You wanna cum, hmm? Want to be a good little slut for me don’t you?”
“Y-Yes, just for you,” you whimper in a pleading voice.
Felix smiles softly as an idea comes to his head. He takes the lollipop out of his mouth, holding out the sweet to your lips before pushing past them for you to suck on. He pulls in and out a few times, gliding it over your tongue, and getting you to lick and suck on the ‘tip’, replicating a blowjob.
While he's letting you replicate a blowjob, Felix takes the remote to the vibrator out of his pocket and kicks the toy up a few notches until you peel back from the lollipop.
"Y-Yes...fuck - thank you, thank you, thank you," you suck in a breath of air when the pleasure starts overflowing.
It's been building up for a while that when it spills, so do you, literally. You reach the crest of your orgasm, chest heaving up and down while you cry out Felix's name. The euphoria starts to evolve over the long moments that the vibrator is still pressed against your clit. It sends shockwaves throughout every cell in your body, causing your vision to become patchy.
Felix watches your thighs tremble while he gently pushes some of your hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear, "good girl."
It all feels too good and ascending higher than you think it could ever reach and Felix hasn't let up on the vibrator as of yet. He pushes your body and mind beyond the brink of just a usual orgasm that's been built by edging. Felix makes you sink into sublime pleasure, causing you to squirt. It's not the first time it's happened, but he always reacts as if it is because that man can never get over witnessing it.
It splashes on the floor beneath you to which you can't help but feel embarrassed even though you're at the tail end of your orgasm. Felix dons a sick grin just watching it all happen in real-time. His level of need to see it is always insatiable.
"Baby," Felix purrs in a sweet voice. "That's my girl."
When you've just about doubled over from the intensity of your orgasm, Felix finally turns off the vibrator and helps you upright after discarding the lollipop nearby. Even though you've fully submitted to your restraints, he is quick to untie them and the spreader bar. There's only a short period of time before the very end of the scene where aftercare is needed.
Felix cannot and will not allow you to go descending into a sub-drop under his watch. So he helps you to your feet, dries your legs with a towel nearby and lies you down on the bed with him for a few moments.
"The floor..." you mutter weakly as Felix covers you in a warm, fuzzy blanket before scooting up in front of you.
He needs to take these measures before just throwing you in the shower. You'll both do that once he is satisfied that you're fully cognisant of things going on around you.
"I'll handle it soon, okay baby?" Felix assures you. "You just rest with me for now, yeah?
The warmth of his skin is enough to make you sleepy, and whilst your body is still buzzing, the sound of his steady heartbeat against his chest begins to calm you down. It's an incredible, timeless moment that you both want to live in forever - hoping that there's a chance for 'forever' to actually be real.
But you always both pretend that it is in order to combat the idea of being apart one day in this life or after. Just small times like these can get Felix choked up which is why he is so appreciative.
"Love you so much," Felix whispers to you.
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A/N: just about made myself cry at the end??? Also, this is a work that was meant to be uploaded the other day for those who are wondering why I posted twice!
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader (afab)
genre: dark academia college au. nonidol!hyunjin. enemies to lovers // academic rivals. angst. reader pov. smut - MDNI, 18+ only.
content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. kindaa toxic relationship between hyunjin and reader since they're enemies in uni. ANGST!! reader comes from a poor background and hyunjin is the uni dean's prodigy son. smut warnings below cut!!
word count: 10.6k (enjoy you filthy animals 😈)
summary: ever since you started studying at korean national university of arts in seoul, hwang hyunjin, the other top student of the school and the dean's son, has been an absolute thorn in your ass. although, it turns out that not all thorns are necessarily bad.
18+ warnings: dom!hyunjin x sub!reader. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, friends). fingering. dirty thoughts/fantasies are mentioned. degradation (whore, slut, bitch, etc). pet names (baby girl, sweetheart, doll face, etc). LOTS of hair pulling. BIG ownership/possession kink. breeding kink!!!. overstimulation. orgasm control. nipple/breast play. lots of dirty talk. subspace. loud sex. manhandling. humiliation kink. exhibitionism (fucking in a public library).
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The moment you saw the dark, heavy clouds swirling low in the sky as you walked to your Survey of Humanities class, you knew that the day was going to be a shitty one. Already, you had woken up with a raging headache from the all-nighter you had pulled the day before to finish all of your homework for the following week.
Besides, it was a Monday too, and you fucking hated Mondays.
For one thing, the start of the new week always meant being bombarded with loads of assignments from the four classes you were taking. Being a junior with a Liberal Arts major was not as easy as everyone thought it was — and you constantly felt like you could never catch up on all of the homework.
With two formal art classes, one on charcoal drawings and the other on watercolor techniques, and then two upperclassman Humanities classes, your schedule was packed with studying time. Sometimes, it was hard to even eat during the day, since you were so busy with your schoolwork.
But there was no way around it, no excuses that could be made.
You either continued to stay at the top of your classes, as one of the best students in your grade for your graduation year, or you didn’t.
Your mother didn’t sacrifice everything she had for you to fail so horribly at university.
So you were okay with the stress and deadlines. Because you wanted to make both her and yourself proud.
And yeah, maybe you also wanted to prove to your classmates that you could do it.
You especially wanted to brag about your success to a certain man…
Hwang Hyunjin.
He was slated to graduate in your same year and was studying Technical Art. And holy shit— was he an insufferable ass. Unfortunately, since the two of you shared such close majors, you had found yourself in one too many classes with him during your time at the Korean National University of Arts in Seoul. It also didn’t help that he was coined as one of the #1 students in the entire school, and did everything in his power to make everyone aware of this fact.
Especially you.
If he earned just two points more than you on an exam in the same class that you were taking together, he’d nonchalantly wave the white paper in front of you after the exam period, taunting you with his sly tongue and that cruel grin of his.
Most of the time, you managed to ignore his wicked teasing, sticking to yourself and your small group of study buddies. But on the rare occasion that he did get under your skin, you’d snap irrevocably and usually land yourself in the Dean’s office.
But of course, Hyunjin was also there because — news flash — he was the son of the fucking Dean of the university.
Usually, the meetings after your blowups were casual and spoken in soft voices, with Dean Hwang recounting the school’s long integrity policy to you, which you had already memorized in the back of your head after your third visit to his office. The entire time the Dean reminded you of how your ‘behavior was uncalled for in the situation,’ Hyunjin would be standing in the corner of his father’s office, arms folded across his chest and canting his head to the side as he studied you with a pleased little devilish sneer on his face.
After every single one of the meetings, he’d always try to catch up to you outside of his father’s office. This usually landed in you cursing him out under your breath and telling him to fuck off before you retreated into the shadows of one of the many hallways.
And as it just so happened, your Survey of Humanities class also had a certain raven-haired man constantly sitting in the farthest seat from the front of the lecture hall.
It was almost comical how good-looking he was, coupled with his genius brain. Because as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the fact that he was incredibly smart… in both the arts and all other forms of academics. He aced every single quiz and exam he was given, got 100s on every technical art research essay he wrote, and was involved in practically every club there was on campus.
The girls of your grade fawned all over him, and even the freshmen were weak to his looks whenever he’d pass them in the hallway. He looked right out of an early 2000s fashion magazine, with his model-like physic, long, shaggy black hair that perfectly framed his face and curled at the nape of his neck, not to mention the expensive designer clothes he was always seen in.
You had never seen him dress like the other guys of his same age — had never seen him clad in a pair of baggy grey sweatpants and a worn oversized graphic tee. Instead, he rolled up to the curb of the university in his cherry red 2023 Rolls Royce, dressed to the nines in fitted coats, light-washed designer jeans, and crisp white button-downs.
Hwang Hyunjin had been the school’s ultimate heartthrob for as long as you could remember, and you had heard rumors of the kind of things he did with his lovers — taking his girlfriends out to expensive restaurants in the heart of the city, before bringing them back to his luxurious apartment and fucking them late into the night. Usually, you tended to ignore the dating and sex part of your arch nemeses' life, and instead just focused on beating him at his own game of academics.
And during that early Friday morning in the middle of October, as you strolled through the doors of the lecture hall and your eyes scanned over the students already seated, you caught sight of him.
Dressed in a casual, brown turtleneck and dark-washed jeans, he looked like he had just walked straight out of an autumn edition of GQ Men. He was seated in his usual place, legs crossed and hands busy scribbling away notes on his iPad. As you floated beside him and towards your seat at the very back of the hall, you caught the scent of him — a mix of earthy musk and dark roasted coffee beans.
He didn’t pay you the time of day as you flitted past him and took out your notebooks once you were seated down. Thankfully, he seemed to be choosing the route of ignoring you for the day, much to your relief.
Soon, the professor strode into the lecture hall and began the class. For a while, he droned on about the midterm that all of the students had taken the week before, and how he was impressed with the class’ results. “Although, two students in particular outshined everyone else,” he began, his eyes scanning the lecture hall until they landed on Hyunjin seated just two rows before you. “Hyunjin, excellent work — it’s quite rare that I see a student score a 100 on the midterm,” then his focus was floating upward and landing on you. “Y/N, you’re short essay for the midterm was superb, and your choice of art analysis was a very unique one for sure.”
Just as the professor was focusing back on the rest of the course material, you could sense someone’s gaze trained on you. Staring forward, you caught a glimpse of him shooting you a snarky grin. You glared daggers into his skull, just wishing that he’d get shot in the foot and keel over in pain at that moment.
He always liked to gloat when he got a higher score than you on the tests, and you both knew that he had done better on the test overall — since the professor only mentioned his 100 and not yours. But apparently, your midterm essay was a hell of a lot better than his.
Sticking out your tongue at him playfully, you rolled your eyes before folding your arms across your chest and turning your attention back on the slides that the professor was ticking through. Hyunjin got under your skin so much he sometimes felt like a fucking disease — burrowed so deeply inside your veins, it was almost impossible to cut out the hatred.
“For this week’s assignment, you guys will be paired up into groups of two to create a joint presentation on the topic of ‘The Descent into Madness,’” As soon as you heard the professor mention splitting the class into groups, you felt your heart leap inside your chest. You only hoped that you wouldn’t be paired up with him. “Using your textbooks as a guideline, I want all of you to choose one specific piece of art from any period you want and conduct deep research into the mad aspects of it — dive into as much detail about the formal elements as you’d like, but make sure to follow the grading rubric and cite all academic sources. I’ve posted the list of paired groups on the bulletin board up here near the projector, so make sure to check it before you leave class today.”
You tuned out all other information the professor gave about the week’s assignment, too focused on seeing who you were paired with. As soon as he dismissed class, you were shooting up from your seat and hoisting your heavy tote bag across your shoulder.
Flitting down the stairway, you made it to the bulletin board before all of the other students did. They were idling around because no one gave two shits about who they were paired with. No one except for you.
“Please, please, please—” You prayed in a whispered tone under your breath as your eyes scanned the matched columns of students. When you came upon your name and saw who was next to it, it felt like the ground at your feet had opened right up and sucked you in entirely. “Fuck my life.” Heart dropping into the pit of your stomach, your palm squeezed a little tighter around the strap of your bag.
“Oh shit— looks like the professor decided to give you a fighting chance by pairing you up with the best student in the entire school.” You heard Hyunjin’s silky voice say from somewhere behind you.
Swinging around on your heels, you caught a glimpse of his sardonic, wide smirk, as his eyes scanned the look of sheer anger on your face. Giving a dry, humorless chuckle, he shoved his hands into his pockets and canted his head to the side in a quizzical kind of way.
“We’re only going to ace this project because of me— and let’s be clear here, I’m the better writer out of the two of us.” You said in a low voice, pointing an accusing finger at him in utter disgust. You could feel your brows pulling together from the rage that was building up inside of you. And all from the thought of being forced to work with him.
“Yeah, but I’m the better test taker.”
“Fuck you.”
Hyunjin chuckled wickedly, the tip of his blush pink tongue coming out and wetting a corner of his plush bottom lip. “Oh honey, I’m sure you wish you could.”
Already, you could tell that he was egging you on. Trying to get your goad so that you’d explode and be dragged to the Dean’s office. So that he could stare down at you with that same smug look on his face as his precious little daddy rattled off the university’s code of conduct.
Well fuck that bullshit.
Seeing too much red, you decided to excuse yourself from the equation before you said something horrible that got you sent into the Dean’s office again or even worse — kicked from the class.
“I’ll see you on Monday night at ten in the library,” you said in finality, squinting your eyes up at him and just wishing you could wring your hands around his perfect little neck. “Don’t be late.”
“I don’t take orders from you, sweetheart.”
“For now you sure fucking do.”
Then you were turning around and pushing out of the lecture hall, practically running down the corridor as fast as you could, heart pounding in your chest because… what the hell were you going to do?
That entire weekend leading up to the Monday night that you planned to spend with Hyunjin, you just about lost your mind over the worry of it all. Would he continue to be an asshole to you the entire time? Would he work well with you and compromise on things? How would everything go?
You were so stressed about the entire thing that you practically drove your roommate Felix insane with annoyance. Late Sunday morning, when you were making circles around your living room couch as you stressed about everything, he finally burst out in a loud outcry.
“Y/N! You seriously need to take a chill pill, you’re going to run holes right into the fucking carpet!” He said in an exasperated tone, muting the show that he was watching on the large flatscreen TV.
Peering up at him with wide, guilty eyes, you offered him a meek smile. “I’m sorry, Lix— it’s just… you know how much I hate Hyunjin and I—”
Felix rolled his eyes at you, completely fed up with your bullshit at that moment. “Yes, yes, I know. You’ve told me about a million times at this point. But like… don’t let it get to you, yeah? Just go out there and do your very best,” his eyes flitted back to the TV as he un-muted his show. “I mean… how bad could working with Hwang Hyunjin really be? Besides you, he’s one of the top students in the entire school.”
But he didn’t know Hyunjin like you did.
No one did.
They didn’t see the cruel side to him, the mean side.
They didn’t hear the words he’d mumble to you with venom after a big test or the taunting he’d throw your way if you one-upped him in some way.
Others didn’t see the dark looks he’d give you after classes or the way he’d practically talk behind your back each time you passed him in the hallway — whispering to his groupies and making all the guys chuckle heartily.
So yeah, working with him was a pretty fucking big deal.
Nonetheless, you took Felix’s advice and tried to relax as much as you could before the start of the new week. You studied the material that you wanted to research for the project, deciding to focus on Hamlet’s Ophelia for your analysis.
And if Hyunjin didn’t want to go with that character, well… too bad.
By the time Monday night rolled around, you felt more prepared than ever before and stepped into the Library’s main doors with settled ease. The university’s library was your favorite place on campus and had been the location for many of your long night study sessions over your time in school. With its dark gothic architecture outside and its sweeping gables, it was a true sight to behold. Not to mention the cozy atmosphere of the interior — all of the cozy nooks and crannies of the place, filled with warm candlelight and large chandeliers and settees made everything feel so mysterious and relaxing.
You strode through the isles filled with books, noticing how it was almost empty of any other student. That’s why you liked coming to the place late at night because it was relatively devoid of life and incredibly quiet. And you liked the quiet — it made it easy for you to focus on your studies. Finally, you stumbled upon a spacious table tucked into the very corner of one part of the place on the upper floor, with a large bay window just in front of the wooden table.
With a glance outside the pane, you noticed how the darkening sky had opened up to reveal a sheet of heavy rain — it pelted down on the few students that were passing by the outside of the library on the sidewalk there, as they ran for cover. Methodically, you brought out your supplies — booting up your laptop and positioning your notebook and pens just so.
Checking your phone, the screen flashed that it was fifteen minutes past ten o’clock already. Was he not even planning on showing up? Was he going to completely bail on you and instead take you down by sabotaging the entire thing?
As you sat down in one of the cushiony, velvet-lined chairs, your mind began to race with all of the possibilities of what Hyunjin might be stewing up to take you down.
Then, almost like your thoughts had summoned him, you heard footsteps at your back and turned to see Hyunjin rounding the corner of the tall bookshelves that were lined on either side of your chosen table. With one glance at him, you noticed the soaked-through fabric of his tan coat and the way his dark hair curled around the nape of his neck with moisture. He must’ve gotten caught in the rain and that’s why he was late.
“I thought you were going to bail on me entirely.”
Giving you a swarthy look, he plopped down into the seat just across from you and threw his heavy book bag atop the table. “Good evening to you as well.” He grumbled, slipping off his coat and showcasing the wetness hidden just underneath there. His light, cream-colored button-down was almost sheer from the rainwater… highlighting his muscular shoulder blades and the tips of his pecks.
“Didn’t you know it was supposed to rain heavily tonight?”
Not even paying you another glance, he focused on pulling out his supplies. “I’m not the fucking weatherman, I don’t regularly check up on shit like that.”
“Well, you should— maybe you wouldn’t ruin so many of your precious, rich boy clothes if you did.”
At that, his hands stopped moving and he stared up at you with slitted eyes. Giving your own choice of outfit a long once over, the corner of his mouth ticked up. “Well damn— are you jealous or something?” You weren’t particularly dressed up, opting for a comfortable pair of black sweatpants and a warm violet turtleneck top.
“Let’s just focus on getting to work.” You shot back, hands typing away at your computer keyboard. “Did you figure out a piece you want to analyze?”
“Yeah, Hamlet’s Ophelia.”
His words were silky and smooth against your ears, but his answer is what got you shooting your gaze up to his again. Mouth dropping open a little bit in surprise, you cleared your throat from the sudden quietness between you. “Oh— uhm, I was thinking the same,” you began, opening up the Word document that you had already started working on that past weekend. “It would probably be a good idea to study Hamlet’s character too since he's the catalyst of her problems.”
“No, he isn’t. She already had them to begin with — he just heightened their outcome.”
You were so taken aback by his comment, that it took a few seconds for your brain to process everything. But when it finally clicked, you were gaping up at him in astonishment. “I’m sorry, what? You’re going to blame her for the fact that Hamlet was the sole cause of it all?” Your voice was steadily rising, as you began to get irritated by his suggestion.
Hyunjin shrugged nonchalantly, as he scribbled down a few things in his notebook. “I mean, yeah. She already had a history of mental disorders, her death was bound to happen anyway.” He matched your tone, words growing louder and ringing out across the small expanse of the library that the two of you were in.
“I seriously cannot believe you right now.” You began, shaking your head in anger as you tried to focus on your bright computer screen again. But his argument just rubbed you the wrong way entirely, and you found yourself speaking up again. “I didn’t realize how much of a fucking misogynist you were. But oh, wait— it’s perfectly clear now if the way you treat me is anything to go off of.”
“I’m not a misogynist, Y/N.” The way his tone curled around the sound of your name did something funny to the depths of your soul. He had never called your name outright like that, never addressed you head-on. And it was both weird and oddly satisfying. “All I’m saying is that her descent into madness was pretty warranted since she was in an already heightened state of emotions.”
You gave him a deep glare, tilting your head to the side in annoyance. “Just say you hate women, it’s okay, Hyunjin. I won’t bug you about it.”
“Like hell, you won’t.” He mumbled under his breath, long fingers typing out something on his computer.
And that was enough to completely set you off.
There were no other students around, no professors to tell you off, and no Deans to harp on you about correct student conduct.
“Seriously, what the hell is your problem?! You’re so fucking annoying and a total piece of shit. I honestly have no idea how you’re at the top of the school when all you do is belittle others!” This time, you were shouting outright. Throwing him an ominous glare and shutting your computer with a resounding thud.
Hyunjin leaned back in his seat, lengthy arms folded across his chest as the rain pelted against the misty window just at his back. “Oh, and like you’re any better? You always love to shove your accomplishments in everyone else’s faces— you ever stop to think how that makes others feel?” He was yelling now too, stroking a hand through his long locks that were steadily dripping with tiny droplets of rainwater.
Shaking your head in disappointment, you took in a resounding deep breath. “I knew this was a bad idea. I knew you’d be an asshole the entire time and I knew we wouldn’t get any work done,” as you said the words, you were already gathering up your things, shoving them into your bag, and leveling him with a cold stare. “So let’s just forget it - this - okay? Just… work on it by yourself and then we can compile our info together the day of and—”
“Sit down, Y/N.”
The way his command slipped out from between his lips in a low, gravelly voice shook something loose deep within your very being. For a moment, you almost felt compelled to listen to him. Like under a mystical enchantment, your limbs wanted to move on their own accord and seat yourself down again. But the rational part of your brain overtook all other thoughts as you stood your ground and hovered just next to the table.
“You can’t tell me what to do. You’re not your daddy— you don’t have the authority of the Dean.”
For the last few moments, he hadn’t been looking at you, eyes instead trained on his computer still. Almost like, the entire ordeal didn’t bother him that much. Like you were a minor inconvenience to him in the grand scheme of his rich, privileged life.
But all at once, he was tipping his head towards the high rafters of the library’s ceiling, stare catching with yours. The stormy look you saw there, dancing around in his brown irises, forced your heart to leap in the pit of your throat.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
“I’m never going to listen to you, so tough luck, fucker.”
Taking in a deep breath, his entire body shuddering with the motion, he held your gaze and motioned with a tilt of his head to the seat in front of him that you had just gotten up from. “Sit. Down.”
And like a single crack suddenly appearing in a delicate vase, your mind was losing all conscious thought and you were moving without any other thought. His seething, low tone overtook your entire system, his focus on you sending a shock of shivers up the length of your spine again and again, unrelenting.
“What?” You asked, noticing the surprised expression on his face from the way that you had fucking listened to him once, seated in your chair again. “I was tired of hearing your stupid demands.”
Hyunjin flipped through a few pieces of paper in his notebook before he pushed it your way. “Give that a look over, it’s the notes I took on Ophelia over the weekend.” The idea of him studying for the project just like you had done forced your mind to run rampant with all kinds of thoughts. Like, was he also stressing out about the meeting like you had been doing?
“I already told you— we’re not working together.”
“For Christ’s sake, just give it up!” Hyunjin exclaimed in a loud voice, throwing his hands up into the air in mock defeat. “You act like this is the deciding project of our grade— it’s a fucking weekly assignment. All we have to do is our best, which will be pretty damn good if we’re both working on it.”
“So then you admit that I’m a good student.” You raised an eyebrow his way, fingers slowly taking ahold of his notebook and playing with the edges of the paper.
Taking in a deep sigh, he pointed at the notebook in front of you. “Just focus— okay? I want to get as much work done as possible tonight.”
“Fine, but don’t blame me if we get a bad grade because we rush it.” You said, finally raising the white flag of surrender and taking in the contents of his notebook. The notes were detailed and insanely good, highlighting certain formal aspects of Ophelia’s character and the overarching themes of her madness. “Wow— this is… really good.” You said in a quiet voice, almost hoping that he wouldn’t hear it.
Rummaging through your nearby bag, you pulled out a pink highlighter to take some notes, and your chosen lollipop for the night, mango flavored. You liked to reward yourself with a fun treat of candy whenever you did late-night studying sessions since the sugar kept your energy levels high and helped to keep you focused. Ever since you were a little girl, you seemed to concentrate better when your mind wasn’t entirely on the content you were studying.
“I mean, I’m not coined as one of the school’s top students for nothing,” Hyunjin remarked in a sarcastic tone. You chose to ignore his comment and instead focus on his neat handwriting and the way his words fit in perfectly to the columns of the notebook paper.
Everything about him was perfect — from his looks to his academic success to his damn handwriting. Hell, what wasn’t he good at?
For one thing, being a nice fucking person.
And he seemingly couldn’t grasp the idea of how not to be an asshole to people he didn’t like.
Unfortunately, you were categorized in his list of people that he hated.
As you flipped to the next page in his notebook, your tongue swirled around the lollipop in your mouth. The sugary sweetness of the artificial mango flavor coated your tongue deliciously, and it awakened all of your senses in the best way possible. The minutes seemed to tick by, as you began to make notes based on Hyunjin’s research from his notebook, turning away from the paper and typing into the Word document that you had started for the project.
Faintly, in the back of your mind, you could hear Hyunjin’s soft inhales and exhales, as he focused on his research. All else was quiet in the library, what with it being completely void of life on a Monday at eleven at night. You could distinctly pick out the sounds of rainfall pitter-pattering just outside the large window behind Hyunjin’s seat, as the night drew on in a heavy mist of dew and moisture.
“Why do you hate me so much?”
Hyunjin’s words were faint and broke you out of your daze of thought. You had been frantically writing down some of your critiques about Ophelia as a character, and your head shot up from your computer to catch a glimpse of him staring back at you.
You didn’t know how long he had been like that, sitting back in his chair, long, raven hair a wavy mess around his face and eyes a little bleary from a mixture of sheer exhaustion and that… darkness that you could never quite pinpoint. You had only ever seen him direct such swarthy looks at you, and that fact disheartened you a lot.
“I think the real question you should be asking is what’s not to hate about you.” You deadpanned, giving him a deep frown as you poked your lollipop into the corner of one of your cheeks, tucking it away for the moment.
Folding his arms across his chest in that abrasive way that he always did around you, he tilted his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. “Okay, spill the tea.”
Taking in a deep breath to stave off your rising nerves and irritation with the man before you, you carded a few fingers through your hair. “To start with, you’re a complete and total asshole.”
“I think we’ve already touched on this point by now.”
His retort left you to stare daggers into his eyes, wishing someone would just come up behind him and slit his throat because you sure did want to at that moment. But you also supposed that the Dean of the university wouldn’t take a liking to you murdering his son.
“Secondly, you’re always stuck up and hard-headed and annoying and… and immature.”
Hyunjin blew out a deep, long whisper. “Damn, spare my ego some, will ya?”
But you weren’t planning on stopping anytime soon. He had started the engine of the train, and now you were rolling down the tracks of sheer rising anger and all of the pent-up rage that you had felt towards him for the past three years. “And you’re right okay? I am fucking jealous. I’m so jealous of you that I can’t breathe sometimes— you haven’t had to work a day in your life for your position, yet I’ve had to scrape by on my hands and knees, clawing— begging at life to grant me just one fucking break.” You weren't even yelling. Instead, the words just come out hushed and all too grave.
Like, if anyone else but him heard them, you’d crumble into a pile of ash and disintegrate into thin air, never to be seen again. Because it was fucking embarrassing, to be so affected by him still, even after all of these years.
He stayed silent, watching as you flayed your hands around in the air in your exasperation. You were fed up with your life and the hold that he had over it. You were finally at your breaking point and you had had enough.
And you think that at that moment, he had also seen and acknowledged that, staying silent to let all of the words spew out of you like an erupting volcano that had been bound to blow from the very start.
“But you? You get everything handed to you on a pretty, silver platter because your daddy is wealthy and you're drop-dead gorgeous and practically have the brain of a neuroscientist. Meanwhile, I was raised by a poor single mother in the slums of Seoul and the only way I got into this university in the first place is because I busted my ass throughout middle and high school to earn the top student’s place,” you pointed a finger between the two of you. Almost like, the tip of it was sharp enough, you could cut right through him. Blade tearing through sinew and flesh and bones. “And then you dare to come around these parts, acting like you own everything, trying to put me in my place. When in reality, you’re the one that needs to be put in your place. Someone needs to knock you down a few pegs, and I’ve always thought… why not me?”
For a moment, nothing else happens after that.
And irrationally, you’re suddenly afraid of him.
Of what he might do — what he might say and to whom — with this newfound information about you.
Hardly anyone at school knew about your personal life and struggles. You tended to stay to yourself and instead focus on your studies instead of going out to late-night parties or hitting up the local clubs. And you were an extremely private person, to begin with. You saw no point in pouring out your life's sob story to people you would never see again after four years.
But all at once, you wondered if Hwang Hyunjin was a dangerous man.
If he was someone who would use your personal information against you.
And if the last three years were anything to go off of, you wouldn’t put it past him.
“Fuck— I shouldn’t have said all of that,” you grumbled, jamming your fingers into your eye sockets and scrubbing at your lids. “Just… forget all of this, yeah? Forget I said anything.” Then you were standing up from your seat for the second time that night, heart leaping in the pit of your chest as you once again gathered your things into your bag. “It’s late anyways. I should head home and keep studying for my other classes. We can meet up some other time for this, it’s not due til, what… Sunday? That gives us plenty of—”
“Y/N.” Just like before, the sound of your name on his tongue caused you to pause entirely, limbs halting their movement of shoving your computer into your bag. “Just— shut up, yeah?” His voice came out softer than you expected it would, forcing a shiver down the length of your spine.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Don’t call you what?”
“Y/N.”
“Why, because it makes you feel things?” He asked in a gravelly voice. You were avoiding even looking at him at that moment, hands a little shaky as you anxiously started to suck on your lollipop again, rolling it around in the corner of your cheek. “What are you so afraid of?”
“You, okay?! It’s always been you!” Your outburst was a lot louder than you expected it to be, ringing across the space between you and echoing in the far distance of the library’s upper-level floor.
A beat of silence lapsed between the two of you, and you trained your gaze on a corner of the room, studying the small dust bunny that stood there, completely still and lifeless. In that moment, you could relate to it quite a bit. Lost and confused. Wanting to move away, but not being able to for some weird reason.
Hyunjin’s old wooden settee creaked in the silence, as he shifted in his position. “To be honest, I’m scared of you too.” And just like that, your head was snapping his way and your eyes were widening in surprise. “For one, I’m scared of that stupid thing.” With his dark eyes, he motioned towards your mouth. To the lollipop that you were dutifully sucking on, in and out, in and out. You stopped altogether when you realized why he had been so quiet during your studying session. He hadn’t been studying — he had been focusing on you, on the candy in your mouth. Feeling self-conscious about it, you took it out of your mouth and laid it down on the table. “And I’m scared of how you make me feel— crazed out of my mind, all of the time. Like a sick fucking plague, you inhabit my everything… from the moment I wake to the moment I ease, you’re all I can think about, all I can dream about. And I hate it so fucking much that it kills me a little bit more every single day.”
“Hyunjin, I—”
His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his skull, head tipping back in delight as his lips parted just slightly. “Yes— fuck, say it again.”
“Say… what?”
“You know.”
Heart leaping wildly in your throat, and broken butterflies waning in the depths of your stomach, your mouth was moving on its own accord. “Hyunjin.”
Like a trigger being pulled back from a gun and flitting the weapon into action, the bullet was shot across the distance between the two of you. And the bullet was your words — you calling out his name.
In an instant, he was a flurry of motion before you. All designer clothes soaked from rainwater and long, wavy hair that still had droplets of water at the tips. He was a flash of milky skin hidden underneath a sheer, wet button-down. The faint, waning moonlight shining through the window pane cast an ominous, angelic-like halo around his tall, built frame.
And by the time you could breathe again, he had you exactly where he wanted you. Pinned up against the nearest tall bookshelf that reached up into the height of the library's ceiling. One strong hand pinning your two hands against the wood above your head, while the other was positioned just unearth your chin, holding your jaw bone and stroking the flesh there with a gentle thumb.
“Now tell me you feel nothing at all, tell me you fucking hate me with your entire being, that you’ll always hate me, and that you think I’m a deprived cunt who needs to be murdered ruthlessly in front of everyone I love.” His words were hushed, their meaning brutal. His face was so close to yours, that you could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke. Leaning into you, he drove his middle a little closer to the part of your legs.
Breath catching painfully between your windpipes and the lump in your throat, you stared up at him with blurry vision. Your attention was growing fuzzy at the edges, as you could do nothing more but hone in on… him. Subconsciously, you could feel the mango sweetness of your lollipop coating your tongue again and again as you swallowed.
“I—I hate you so fucking much, Hwang Hyunjin.”
He pressed into you a little further, breathing in your scent and closing his eyes as his head tipped close to one part of your neck. Mouth hovering over the shell of your ear, he whispered, “Say it again, sweetheart, with a little more passion this time.”
“I… I hate you so much, I can’t function with the thought of you existing in the same lifetime as me.”
You felt him moving against you then, hand moving away from your jaw and coming around one of your hips, fingers digging into the soft fabric of your black sweatpants. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, sweetheart…” He started, mouth hovering over that space just behind your ear, warm breath fanning against your exposed gooseflesh there. “I won’t hurt you— it was never my intention in the first place. It was… just a fun game to me, to toy around with you. But I never wanted to actually fucking hurt you.”
You could feel your mind and heart racing in tandem, going a mile a minute, as you took in all of his words. Because what, the actual fuck? What was he saying? And why was he saying it? And why did you feel yourself crumbling from it all, your resolve breaking down into dust and getting whisked away to the future of Neverland?
“I never meant to make you cry,” He said slowly, pulling away from your face just a tiny bit to gauge your reaction to his confession. You gaped up at him, completely speechless in your unadulterated wonder. “Sure, I wanted to make you cry— but not in the cruel kind of way… not in the way that most people would like to do.”
His insinuation, his innuendo there, jumbled something around deep inside of your spirit. And you could practically feel your knees buckling underneath you from the reality of it all. From the fact that he was never truly set out to cause you permanent damage. And so far, he hadn’t. All he had done was make an ass out of himself and be a continual thorn in your side. But he wasn’t necessarily entirely cruel, and you never truly suspected that he’d do something catastrophically damaging.
“But all you have to do is tell me— tell me you never thought about me or dreamed about me or wondered about me, and I’ll be gone forever. You’ll never hear, or see me again. It’ll be like I never existed in the first place and I—”
“I can’t fathom a life without you in it,” you suddenly blurted out, already feeling the hint of crimson blooming beneath your cheeks and at the tip of your nose. You peered up at him, staring into those depthless, chocolate-brown eyes, reading the dancing emotions there. “Sure, I might despise your guts at times, but… I also think you’re a pretty amazing guy. And… I have to admit that sometimes, I do think about you when I’m alone, at night, and laying in my bed.”
His hand clutched a little tighter at your hip then, his fingers intertwining with yours and continuing to hoist your arms up and above your head. “Oh yeah? What do you imagine when you think about me so late into the night?” He rasped out, the sound of his voice grating against your ears and sending flames to burst across the entirety of your veins.
“Your face, mostly— how your lips would feel and how you’d taste and what you’d sound like if—”
After that, you didn’t even get the chance to finish your sentence.
He was honing in on you like a vulture to its prey, moving with such swiftness — like a phantom in the night, like a monster hidden underneath the bed, like a selkie in the depths of the ocean.
As it turns you, your dreams about him were accurate.
Because his plush lips did feel like pure heaven.
They pushed against yours, his mouth fitting atop yours like something that was carved into the universe — something that was almost meant to be. He was devouring you whole — heart and mind and soul and body.
And with each press of his silky lips, you fell down the hole of darkness and heat just a little bit more. Then the tip of his tongue was poking out and tracing the line of your mouth and you fell into him, fingers clawing at his that still had your arms held up high above your head, desperately searching for purchase as your legs threatened to give out underneath you.
When his tongue plowed into the small part between your lips, you let out a breathless moan. The kind that had been hidden deep, buried, and un-satiated for so fucking long. By the time he was tasting you, his hands had released your arms and you were scrambling for something to hold. Desperately, in your haste of arousal and temptation, you were clutching at the cool, wet fabric of his cream-colored button-down, holding on for dear life as his hands tightened around your waist and hoisted you up against the bookshelf further.
Your spine crammed into the wooden shelves there, as you wrapped your legs around his torso, yanking him closer with each passioned kiss that he gave you. Again and again, he drew those same, sinful sounds out of you. Just like all of the times before, he was playing a sick kind of game with you. But this time, it wasn’t all that bad. This time, you were quite enjoying yourself.
As your parted legs held his hips close to your frame, you could feel the hardness there, in the center of him. Just aching to be released. And suddenly, you came to terms with the fact that the wetness between your legs was rapidly growing with each kiss that he gave you.
He sucked on your lips like they were his lifeline — and you wondered, in that moment, how he’d treat the rest of you — how much attention he’d offer the rest of your body.
“J-Jin, I—” The shortened nickname slipped out between your lips when the two of you parted to catch your breaths. And when you noticed his swollen mouth, you were almost positive that yours looked just as bad, if not worse.
“What, baby doll?” He hummed, mouth moving away from yours entirely and coming close to the line of your jaw. You blushed wildly at the pet name, liking the way it sounded in his silky voice. He moved aside the thick fabric of your violet-colored knit turtleneck with his nose, lips attaching to the skin of your neck and suckling like a vampire drunken on the crimson of his lover. “What is it that you need right now?”
Your hands were scrambling for him, finding purchase in his dark roots and pulling just a tad bit there. The abuse to his scalp made him hiss out, warm breath painting across the heated flesh of the column of your neck brilliantly. “N—Need you t—to—” But your words were cut short by the way one of his hands was moving away from your waist, traveling under the hemline of your sweater, a long, nimble finger dancing across your belly button and rising to the center of your stomach.
“You need me, hmm?” He mused lowly, mouth having journeyed down to the skin closest to your clavicle, leaving violet-hued marks that would surely survive into the next few days. “Need me to fuck you, right? Need me to take you so irrevocably well right here and right now… can’t wait any longer, yeah?” As he spoke the words into existence, his naughty hand was already finding its way toward the lace of your bralette, skirting across its edges. Then, a single finger dipped underneath the elastic there, skirting up the length of your breast until it was resting against your pebbled nub. “Such a naughty little thing… who knew that the university’s prodigy just needed a good fucking, huh? That all she wanted was to get fucked open against the library bookshelves.”
You were gasping out in pure bliss, fingers digging in a little harder into his long wisps of hair as his hands began to explore your chest. Brushing, twisting, pulling. Then doing it all over again with the other mound. “Y—Yeah,” you managed to spit out, trembling underneath him, legs wounding tighter around his waist, bringing him ever closer. “Can you do that… fuck me? I need it so bad right now, I can’t handle it if you just leave me like this…” You were practically begging out the words, so desperate in your pleas that you were almost certain your groveling was boosting his already inflated ego.
“I only fuck good girls. Girls who don’t call me an asshole and don’t say they hate me.”
At that, your eyes were tearing open in a mix of surprise and despair. But the way that his hand didn’t stop touching your breasts, still playing with them, told you everything you needed to know at that moment.
You wiggled your hips slowly, grinding into the hardness between his dark-washed jeans. “Stop touching me then— stop kissing me and stop looking at me,” you began, taunting him with your movements and the way that you spoke in a velvety tone, all soft and delicate and innocent. When what the two of you were doing was anything but innocent. “But you can’t, right? Can’t get the thought of me out of your head— of what this pussy would feel like clenched around your cock, squeezing you for dear life as you fuck into me for the hundredth time in a single day—”
He was cutting off your words with his quick hands, shedding off your sweater and bralette in one go. Then he was bending down slowly, hands coming up to cup your chest. He stared up at you from his crouched position, watching the feelings rove across your face as he blew hot hair against one of your nipples.
“Just fucking shut up already bitch,” he said in a low grumble, as his hand came over your tit, mouth melding onto the warm skin there effortlessly. His other hand was busy playing with your neglected breast, squeezing there a little bit harder when his teeth grazed one of your nipples, tongue lapping at the bud. “You’re only to speak when spoken to, you understand me?” He asked, pulling away from your breast and making a crude, wet sucking noise as he did so.
Glaring down at him through lust-filled eyes, you sneered his way. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, asshole.” Hands gripping onto his hair a little bit, you pushed his face closer to your chest as he began to work on your other breast, leaving a ring of wetness as he went. “And don’t call me bitch.”
You could feel him smirk against your skin, his low chuckle vibrating against your gooseflesh and sending ripples of energy to course through your veins. “Mhm— why not? Your pussy sure seems to love the name.” He mused sadistically, completely unlatching from your breast, hands finding their way back at your hips.
“What are you even talk—”
But he didn’t leave any more room for questions, one hand ripping away from your waist and covering your covered centre. “This, right here,” he said in a low whisper, fingers cupping your warmth there, and you could practically feel the essence dripping out of you, just behind your thin panties and sweatpants. “Bet you’ll get even more soaked when I call you it again.”
“You know nothing about me.” The words came out garbled and wobbly, as he maneuvered your sweatpants down and off of your legs entirely. “Y—You don’t know my body.”
He threw you a sardonic kind of smile, leaning into the side of you, lips caressing the shell of your ear as he spoke in soft tones. “Yeah, but I’ve done a hell of a lot of observing over the years…” At his words, you could feel his hand nearing your middle again, and you involuntarily parted your legs in want.
When his fingers came in contact with the lace of your panties, you had to pull out your biggest bout of self-control to hold in the moan that wanted to escape from you. His movements were expert level, as he pushed the fabric off to the side, running a single finger up your lips, feeling for that small spot at the very top. Circling his thumb around there, his other fingers worked at your entrance, and before you knew it, he was pressing two long digits into you.
“F—Fuck—“ You groaned at the feeling of it all, falling into him and clawing at his shoulders that were still covered in that damp button-up shirt. “Hyunjin.” You were moaning out his name before you even realized it, hips jutting up slowly against his hand, your head getting thrown back as his fingers searched and found that warm, gooey spot deep inside of you.
“See? I know exactly what the fuck I’m doing,” he muttered, lips coming around the side of your neck and suckling violet marks into the skin there. “So be a good bitch and shut up for me, yeah? Take it like a good girl— like the good whore that I know you are.”
You couldn’t even protest against him using the name again, because, in all honesty, you did like it. It felt dirty and wrong but so very fucking right at the same time. It caused your walls to spasm against the three fingers he had stuck inside of you, as he pumped in and out with a rabid kind of pace. The sound of his movements forced shivers down the length of your spine, as his thumb pressed into your clit a little more.
“Y—You gotta fuck me now, Jin—” You mumbled, already reaching the edge of orgasm from the way that he was steadily working you up with his hand alone. Half of his fingers were buried deep inside of you and the others were desperately clutching at your hip bone to bring you closer to him. The sounds he was pulling from you, both wetness and moans of pleasure, were other-worldly. “N—Need to feel your cock inside of me, right fucking now.”
In your daze of lust, you found yourself clasping at the buttons of his shirt, quickly undoing them and sliding his damp shirt off of his frame. What lay underneath was a chiseled chest — a muscular abdomen, biceps that rippled with each breath he took, and a dark trail that led towards his dick. You ran your fingers down the milky expanse of his chest, marveling at how soft and chiseled everything felt.
Sighing out quietly, you stared up at him with pleading eyes. “You’re so fucking hot… always knew you would be.” That made Hyunjin smirk with satisfaction, as he tipped into you for a breathless kiss.
While his lips captured your own, you could feel his hands working at your panties, sliding them off your legs and leaving you completely bare. Then you heard the clanking noise of a belt coming undone, as he unmistakably rid himself of his pants and boxers.
Then he was parting from your mouth, focus turned down to where the centers of your bodies met together. Your mouth fell open at the sight of… him. All seven-and-a-half inches, long shaft curving upward in arousal and precum leaking out of the pretty red tip. A single vein ran down the side, bulging from his unchecked want.
“Need you to be nice and loud for me, yeah?” He growled in that low tone of his, as he guided himself near your entrance. “Let the entire school know who you belong to— scream my name, bitch, and tell everyone who fucking owns you.”
His words jumbled around inside of your mind, making you feel lightheaded as he slowly began to slide into you. You widened your legs a little bit for him, wrapping them around his waist as he quickly bottomed out. The stretch was only slight and left you hissing with relief when he was fit into you at the hilt.
Without any warning, he was sliding out almost completely, before thrusting back in, hitting into you so roughly, that your spine jammed into the wooden bookshelf at your back. And just like that, he was setting a hellish pace. One that was sure to make you crumble before him — fall apart at the seams.
“Mhm— fuck!” You screamed out in a guttural voice, throwing your head back against the bookshelf desperately as his hips snapped against yours feverishly. You were gripping onto his shoulders so hard, running your nails down his back, that you were sure you’d leave red marks later. “Holy shit- feels so good!”
One of Hyunjin’s hands traveled away from your waist, long, nimble fingers digging into your scalp, yanking at the hair there. “Louder, bitch— take it all like the filthy slut that you are.” He shouted, voice coming out raspy as he pounded into you roughly.
In the very back of your mind, you distinctly heard the pitter-patter of rainfall against the nearby windowpane mixing in with the sounds of the two of you — skin slapping against skin and wetness squelching. It was straight out of a porno and made your head swim with so many dirty thoughts. Breath catching in the center of your throat, you found your lips opening up and releasing a blood-curdling cry of pleasure.
Your noises of ecstasy seemed to compel Hyunjin forward with drive, as he rutted into you in a manic kind of way, thumb tracing figure-eight symbols into your inflamed clit. Almost like, if he didn’t get it out of his system, he’d never be able to live afterward — wouldn’t be able to breathe or think or speak. The tip of him hit up into that warm spot inside of you, and you clenched a little harder around this throbbing cock every time he teased you right there.
“Fuck— I can’t… I’m gonna…” You groaned out loudly. Your eyes flittered into the back of your skull from the way that he pulled at your hair at the same time that he fucked up into you.
Hyunjin grunted out lowly, hips snapping against yours with each thrust. “J—Just a little farther, doll face…” From the way that his domineering tone was slipping away, you could tell that he was also creeping near the edge of release.
You could feel the slip and slide between your legs, your essence coating every surface of your inner thighs and making everything feel silky and smooth. The intensity of his movements slowed down somewhat, the frenzy of his rocking leveling out as he chased your guys’ highs.
“Yes… right there!” You mewled out breathlessly just as the tip of him hit so far into you, that entire galaxies were cast against the expanse of your closed eyes. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire — the flush creeping down the column of your purple-marked neck and into the depths of your soul as he continued to circle your bundle of nerves.
Walls clenching around his cock that was buried deep inside of your warmth, you could feel the moment Hyunjin found that blissful space of his release. “I’m gonna come— fuck—” He rasped out, his voice on the quiet side as he lost all semblance of control.
Hips stuttering against yours, he made to pull out of you completely. But you found yourself shaking your head, eyes shooting open, and giving him a serious frown. “N—No… want you to… come inside…” Your head was empty of all thoughts, as you could do nothing more but focus on the way that he felt so close to you - so far deep inside.
At that, Hyunjin was offering you a tiny, satisfied grin. Then he was seizing up inside of you, cock stretching against your walls as he met his high. It overtook his entire system, overruling all other obstacles and forcing his head backward in pure, orgasmic bliss. The prettiest sounds fell from his plump, crimson, kiss-swollen lips, as he let himself slip down the cliff with ease.
The feeling of his release painting your walls in warm whiteness caused your entire body to convulse with pleasure, as you finally found your high. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before… perfect and whole and so fucking hot. Bursts of rose and topaz and turquoise splashed across the inner workings of your mind, as your insides fluttered around Hyunjin’s cock that fit perfectly between your legs.
“Holy shit, that was…” You said breathlessly after you had begun to come down from your high. Cracking your eyes open you noticed the darkness still there in Hyunjin’s gaze, and the way that his eyes slit shut with want. The sound of the rain outside lulled your mind into a perfect state of peaceful limbo. “What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow his way in question. “What is it?”
He shrugged slowly, eyes coming away from your connected middles and locking with yours. “Nothing, just… I can’t fucking believe you just let me cum inside of you— with no protection.”
You could feel his cock softening inside of you, and finally, your legs stopped shaking around his waist. “Why? You don’t like the idea of that?” Beginning to pull away from him, you tried to yank as far away from his cock as you could. “If you didn’t like it, you should’ve—”
Hyunjin’s mouth was coming onto you in the next beat, capturing your lips up into a heated kiss, stealing the labored breath right from your lungs and sucking on your puffy bottom lip. “Just shut the fuck up, alright. I fucking loved it… it was so hot— you’re so hot. Makes me wanna come in you every single day.” You could feel him move between your legs then, as he began to fuck his seed back into your aching walls. In the back of your mind, you could feel his hand lazily working at you, pushing a single digit back into your entrance between his cock, thrusting in the cum that was splattered across your thighs.
Groaning out softly at his words, you placed your hands on his bare chest and pushed a little bit so that you could get a look at his face again. It was filled with so much lust and want and adoration, the sight of it all almost overwhelmed you entirely. “Well, I suppose I could allow that…” Your voice trailed off, as you dragged a single finger up the center of his chest and towards the sharp line of his jaw. “If it’s with you— then yeah, you can fuck me raw every day.”
Hyunjin let out a low noise, which sounded like a mix between a moan and a cry for help. “But we can’t, baby doll— it wouldn’t be smart and I’d never want to put you in any kind of uncomfortable position.”
You found yourself shrugging off his concerns nonchalantly, as you drove your hips a little forward, meeting his shallow strokes. You loved the feeling there, of wetness and silky essence. “Yeah, but… the good thing is, at least we’d know who the father is.”
At that, he was flashing you a wicked smirk, pearly white glinting against puffy, red lips. His tiny smile was the last thing you saw before he was tipping into you and fitting his mouth around yours again. “Oh, you devilish little minx… I think I’ll keep you for a very long time.”
In the back of your mind, you could feel him moving against you, cock already stiffening again just from your words and insinuations alone. But at that moment, you weren’t too worried about what he planned to do with you for the rest of the night. Because right then, all you wanted to focus on was his face, and the way he let you ring your arms around his neck, pulling at the hair at his nape as he pressed kiss after impassioned kiss to your mouth.
It turns out that your roommate Felix had been right after all. In the end, working with Hwang Hyunjin hadn’t been that horrible.
It had been quite… nice.
Despite all of the bickering and shouting.
After a while, the rough bumps and edges of your rocky relationship seemed to mellow out between the tall bookshelves of the library. And before you knew it- he had you completely bending at his will — practically groveling at his feet for his love, attention, and care.
In the end, you supposed that that’s what you had always wanted from each other, and that’s why you had been so horrible to one another. If you couldn’t garner each other’s attention with regular conversations and friendship, the next best thing was to be rivals in your academics and throw insults at every opportunity you were offered.
But the thing about trying to hate Hwang Hyunjin — trying to hate such a smart, caring, passionate man — is that eventually, one’s willpower always breaks down, and they’re left in a pile of mess and limbs as they search out his affection.
Fin.
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I am not prepared to participate in Kinktober, but I am so excited to read everyone else's work! Kinktober is truly the best time of the year for me.
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I was going through my past works (the ones on my masterlist) compared to my recent ones. I think it’s incredible to see the growth in myself, and how far I’ve come with my writing. I hope everyone who writes, no matter what they write, is able to do the same!
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Oooh okay, can I pls get siren!hyunjin smut where he's captured you and he's just besotted by you?
Here you go! I hope you enjoy it because I spent a LOT of time on it.
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𝐌𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝
18+ | For Mature Audiences Only
Pairing: Siren Hyunjin X AFAB Reader
Genre: smut, pirate/siren AU, slight yandere themes
!!WARNINGS!! yandere themes, cream pie, making out, doing it from the back, facefucking/intense blowjobs, fingering, cunnilingus, degradation/slight dumbifcation, DOM HYUNJIN, SUB READER, reader gets super fucked out. I think that's all, but I'm bad at warnings. Also, there is slight control over the mind, but everything is consensual!
Word Count: 7,222
Requested: Yes!
Author's Note: I used several references while writing this including Pirates of the Caribbean, H2O Just Add Water (literally only the moonpool/grotto area, that's what the scene is based on), and the faces I envision the sirens having is basically the vampire faces in "The Vampire Diaries." I also watched One Piece while writing this. Avatar (James Cameron) also inspired the mermaid/siren sex biology. (When they use their hair to touch and that's sex, yeah I did something like that). Reader is a pirate that basically only uses pirate slang around her crew, besides that she talks normal. I figured the pirate slang would get annoying to y'all, so I kept it own.
I hope you like it! I'll be transparent, this fic is the only one I've ever questioned and been tempted to re-write a few times. I'd love to write something like this again, but I do need to practice.
Synopsis: You're a pirate captain that's looking for sirens and mermaids, but what happens when you attack the enemies, and a beautiful siren takes you away for himself?
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For hundreds of years people have roamed the oceans. From sailors on ships to the deadliest pirates of the seven seas, the treacherous waters have taken many lives, not only to the water itself, but the unknown dangers of what lies beneath its surface.
Stories of many kinds have stumbled their way out of survivors and drunken deadbeats. What they saw at sea or what they heard from someone else, anything was plausible in this kind of world. If it came from someone’s mouth, it was bound to be true in one or another. No one can ever be careful enough, so it was better to take everything as truth. Even the most ridiculous sounding claims shouldn’t have been taken lightly.
You were the captain of a large pirate ship named The Corruption. You weren’t the most feared pirate known to man, but you were certainly amongst them. You were the only pirate willing to tread where others never came back from. You had faced the Kraken, not killing it, for your adventure only called to find where it rested to avoid crossing near the area at all costs. You faced several other sea monsters, whether they were larger than three ships or nearly as small as a minnow. In this place, the unknown were considered monsters until proven friendly. You and your crew were one of the reasons the unknown creatures were given names in the first place.
People often wondered about the name of your ship, The Corruption. As far as anyone knew, you weren’t one looking for a good or quick fuck like anyone else when drunk, stressed, or just plain horny. Anyone who would have ever heard your name knew you were one of the bravest captains in the known lands, but they also knew you weren’t one to hurt.
You were known for finding creatures but never hurting them. You never forced your crew to walk the plank or make a sacrifice. You were feared for confidence and bravery, not unjust corruption like other pirates. The name of the ship didn’t make sense. How could you, a captain so understanding, sail a ship with an unfit name? Everyone wondered. But you knew. Only you. Only you had the actual mindset to understand why it would be given such a name, and it was simple: Those who sail on it are corrupted by the wonders, those who sail on it live to tell the tales, and thus are corrupted by the truthfulness filled in the sea. They were not killed, they survived intentionally, as long as the captain had any say in it.
Though there was no reason to fear you, people were still terrified because you were willing to explore what others wouldn’t dare go near. You didn’t take shit from anyone. Your very presence, the kind that was filled with confidence, your willingness to look anyone in the eye, and you could get anyone to tell the truth. You could read a lie from nautical miles away.
This next voyage of yours was not the most dangerous, but somehow it scared the crew and anyone new willing to sign up. You were on the search for something that was only legend. Nothing proven, no one alive to tell the tale, and it was strictly based on sightings, no real interactions. For years there had been narratives of half fish, half humans swimming by ships quickly, like they were doing their best to not be seen. Oftentimes the quick glimpses made were described as beautiful women, long hair flowing down their backs and breasts out with no cover. The Englishmen called them “mermaids.”
You wanted to see them for yourself. It was what you did: searched for the tales, or in this case tails, to prove they were real, and if they’re dangerous and how to avoid them. But you questioned why they were so afraid of beautiful maidens that swam along beside them.
Annoyed by everyone’s lack of commitment, you rounded up your crew and anyone else interested in the voyage.
“What the hell is wrong with this lily-livered crew? You wanna sail, especially on my ship, you’re gonna get the hell on and go. What happened to me swashbucklers?! You have faced the kraken and you’re all scared to go hunt for half fish half humans? Now, all hands hoay!”
Your crew didn’t move, barely budged actually, they just blinked at you. Until one man stepped forward and spoke up.
“Captain, we don’t mean to seem like landlubbers, but rumor has it these mermaids ain’t that friendly. Says they sing with perfect pitch and harmony to lure anyone to their deaths, then snack on them like we’re a hearty meal. We ain’t wanna die to the hands of lust, ya hear?”
In disbelief by such words and rumors you had to understand it was important to be cautious. This wasn’t the type of journey you could just set sail for, it seemed there were more obstacles. You had to come up with more of a plan than a simple aboard ship and sail off.
“If these ‘maids are so dangerous then why is it they swim by our ships without going in for a snack, aye?”
Another mate spoke up to answer your question.
“Captain, it’s been said that they could be related but they ain’t the same creature, savvy? Rumors been calling the ones who sing ‘Sirens’ instead of mermaids. They look the same, but they await on shores singing to lure them whereas mermaids are friendly, helpful fellows.”
“Ya sound like you’re three sheets to the wind. Where’d you hear this scuttlebutt?”
“Came from an old seadog, Captain Rattles, Captain.”
You thought for a moment. Captain Rattles was one hell of a source, to be honest. He sailed the seas for decades, every warning he ever came about ended up to be true. Never once had he lied to crews and captains. He was a pirate to behold, really.
“Fine. I’m gonna have a meeting with Rattles to figure out a plan. Then all of you are boarding my ship, or else you’re gonna find yourselves lovers with the hempen halter. Savvy?”
“Aye aye, Captain!”
And the mates scurried off while you made your way to the old tavern where Rattles always seemed to be. It was time to figure out what you were gonna do with the ole hearties. It was annoying to you though. They were willing to die by a giant octopus and not a pretty girl. Typical pirates looking down on women.
Later that night you found yourself seated next to Rattles with a notebook to take notes on anything he had to say.
“I remember encountering them for the first time. We heard a beloved voice and heard it coming from a distance. We saw a mermaid. She turned on her back and swam while her mouth opened. The song came from her. We were all entranced. We followed through a fog until her song became a screech. Her face contorted, and her teeth became sharp fangs. The fog dissipated. Then there was a colony of them. They looked so peaceful in the water, until they all did the same thing. They began to attack. It didn’t help that the ship was smaller. I barely escaped. Only me and two others got out. Everyone else was ripped apart in front of us or dragged into the water where the carnage was hidden. We aren’t sure if there were survivors. We aren’t sure if sirens and mermaids are different or if one makes the other. There are so many things we don’t know, but no one should trust a half fish, half human. It’s not safe. We need someone to figure it out. We need you to figure it out.”
“I know. I want to. My crew is scared.”
“Come on, Captain. Let’s figure this out.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”
That night over drinks the both of you came up with a plan. You and the crew needed to wear cloth in your ears to prevent the sound of songs from working. You needed to stack on weapons, ready to attack back. You all needed to pretend that the song was working. The plan was to sail east off the island. That’s where they accidentally found the cove they named “Libido’s Lounge.” It was noted that there weren’t just women, there were men as well. Even those who didn’t fancy men still fell under the spell, and vice versa.
A few weeks passed by while you gathered the supplies you all needed for the voyage. It was dangerous, and those who began to board knew that. Even you, the bravest of adventurers, were slightly trembling as you boarded last. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous, but you had a gut feeling this was not going to end well. You wanted to cancel it because you’ve never had a gut feeling like this before, but it was too late. You had to go through with it.
“Anchors aweigh! Better get your sea legs in quick because we’re in for a ride!”
“Aye aye, Captain!”
The escapade took a few weeks. The bad feeling in your stomach grew worse. Some days you could barely walk, the anxiety crumbling you. Your head had shooting pains that grew worse the closer The Corruption got to Libido’s Lounge. The crew noticed, but they refused to say anything. It's never good to doubt the captain, especially when they’re in this position of danger with no one else to lead them out.
Dark grew over the horizon as the sun hid itself. The ship continued to sail onwards until a crew member looked over the deck and saw a beautiful face emerge from the water. She smiled at him, and he smiled at her fondly. The way her face was beautifully carved made him feel butterflies, and it wasn’t just the fact that he’d been living off of rum for a while. A crew member next to him noticed his gaze followed towards the girl. He quickly ran towards you to alert you that you’d reached the cove.
“Alert the crew to get the cloth in their ears, now. Get Barbins over there out of that trance or he’s gonna be feeding the fishes.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”
Without a second to lose he began to round up the crew one by one to let them know the plan needed to go into full effect now. They plugged their ears with cloth.
“Hey, Barbins.” The man whispered.
Irritated, he turned to face him.
“What is it?”
“Cloth, now. Captain said so. Or you’re gonna be dinner for them.”
“Gyah, whatever!”
He stuffed his ears quickly before facing the pretty girl again. She smiled, and he smiled back. You noticed this. She began to swim away, and you quickly alerted the crew to follow her. You grabbed a hold of the wheel and spun it to change direction. Through the mist you blindly followed the girl.
“Oi! Be ready for anything. The second her face turns ugly, start attacking!”
The mist cleared and water grew shallower. There was a clearing filled with the most beautiful faces ever seen. You glared at them as they opened their mouths and began to sing. Through the cloth, all of you could hear the song, but you were hoping it stopped the hypnotic way it enchanted the ears. They all stared at the ship while they harmonized their song. But you couldn’t see any men. Your father had told you there would be men, but there were none here. They were all beautiful girls, you could admit to that. You saw the attraction, and you understood the danger of their beauty.
You looked to see Barbins jumping off the ship. You were stunned. What was he doing?
“Man overboard! Start the attack, now!”
WIth a yell the men began to shoot at the water, and the creatures became angry. Soon they lunged at the ship, managing to grab hold of the crew and dragging them down to the depths. There were way more of them than you had crew, and you knew there’d be more to come.
Honestly, you lost your depth. Your stomach grew more knots as you watched the bloodshed. There was going to be no survivors by the look of it. Your head felt full and heavy. Your vision became blurry. Your legs felt weak. The epitome of this dreadful feeling somehow worsened when you got to the clearing, and it hurts even more now, like the source of it is getting closer.
You began to back away from the wheel when you felt yourself hit the back of someone’s chest. You wanted to turn around, but you couldn’t move. Two arms arose to your ears on both sides of your head and pulled the cloth out of them. Then one arm wrapped around your throat and put you in a chokehold while lips quietly sung in your ear.
“Dead men tell no tales.
Ugly men raid our seas
So we tear their sails
And hear their begging pleas.”
A mate saw you in danger, so he began to run towards you. The figure who grasped you hissed at him while his eyes shriveled, veins protruded, and fangs threatened. The mate didn’t back down, so the stranger put you down and lunged at him. He quickly sank his fangs into his shoulder and tore a bite right through him. The mate cried before he was pushed overboard.
You tried to flee in the distraction, but you weren’t fast enough. Furious at your attempt to escape he continued to sing as he stalked towards you.
“Dead men tell no tales,
But you my sweet
Are beautiful as my scales
You’ll stick around as my treat.”
He grabbed you by your arm and pulled you toward the ship’s main deck. You were confused by the man’s ability to walk if he seemed to be the same creature as the ones in the water. Your head hurt too much to fully wrap the idea in your brain. Another mate tried to go for the enemy, but he was knocked to the ground.
“W-what is g-g-going on?” You tried to speak, but you only stuttered the words.
“My name is Hyunjin, and you attacked my kind. That does not go without punishment.”
He pushed you overboard into the water before diving in right behind you. You swam to the surface as best as you could until you were pulled underwater by Hyunjin. His legs were gone, and they were replaced with an abstract tail. It was a warm brown color with hints of crimson red and golden yellow. Though he was a being that belonged to the sea, his tale resembled fire with its colors and extension fins like that of a betta fish. The colors felt inviting.
He placed a kiss on your lips which then gave you the ability to breathe without worry. You tried to fight against him, but once he began to sing with his beautiful voice you were lost again. You stared blankly at him as he took your hand and swam away with you, leaving the war to finish itself without guidance.
Hyunjin swam towards a vacant grotto where he laid your body on a rocky surface. The grotto was his secret hideaway. The only life around it were the fishes and the plants that danced in the water. Hyunjin kept his tail in the water while he laid his arms on the rock staring at your unconscious body. He couldn’t help himself. There was something about you that captivated his attention. Your breathing was calm, you felt lost. You couldn’t think proper thoughts, and you were lost in a void where there was everything and nothing at the same time.
He wasn’t sure what it was. There was something about the way you lead your ship through the mist, thinking you were being strategic, but he stalked behind the ship the entire time. He grabbed onto the side of the ship, beginning to climb his way onto it and watching the scenes unfold. He noticed you were teetering while you ordered your crew around. He could tell you weren’t entirely there. There was a feeling in his stomach that made him want to help. He felt compelled to aid you. He wasn’t sure if it was your bravery for willingly going where every man fears or if it was because you were the most beautiful face he had ever seen. Even though he was and lived amongst a species that matched the beauty of gods on earth, no one looked as beautiful as you.
He was supposed to be the one who lured people into his trap. That was what being a siren was about. He wouldn’t sing so beautifully if it wasn’t for that. Even before he was trapped in this cursed body, women would swoon over his artwork. Every woman would look at him lustfully, some of them were quite attractive, but no one was ever able to catch his eye. So, why are you, some pirate trying to kill off his kind, making him feel ways he has never felt before? That wasn’t fair. That defeated the point of all of this!
He found himself caressing your head softly, staring at the way the water soaked clothes clung to your body accentuating every nook and cranny of it. His body tingled in ways it hadn’t in awhile. Excitement filled his face while he watched you breathe steadily. There was something about the way you were under his spell, under his control, that turned his brain to goo. His mouth began to water, his face felt hot, and his head started to ache at the uncontrollable feeling of wanting to touch you and make you scream his name, but instead of begging for mercy to live you’re begging to have him touch you more and more. The thought alone made him groan.
You began to wake up from your hypnotic state, stirring slightly, eyes blurry, blinking back to reality only to be met with the high ceilings of a cave and an uncomfortable pain in your back from lying on dirt. Human nature made you want to bolt upright and run, but your pirate nature wanted you to remain calm, find a plan, and escape danger without causing a disaster. You laid there, eyes open, trying to avoid the small sounds of splashing water and the glaring gaze of your captor’s eyes digging into the side of your head attempting to read your thoughts.
“I know you’re awake, Captain.” He taunts you with your title. “For the Captain of a ship, you’re certainly pretty inferior and weak right now.”
You grunt at his comment, starting to haul yourself up to find a way out of this mess. As you stand, you’re immediately stopped when a blissful tone reaches your ears, and once again, you don’t have control over your own body. You can feel it. You can feel yourself wanting to resist but being unable. Hyunjin speaks.
“Ah ah ah, darling. Lay back down. We are not finished here. I told you that you’d be punished.”
His words made chills sprint across your spine. Your cold, goosebumped covered body felt warm from nothing, and you felt yourself melt back to the ground. You turned your head towards his, and he lifted himself out of the water and hovered over you when his tail became two long, clothed legs. He looked at you too, and you daringly stared into his eyes. Within them you saw lust and desire, nothing more and nothing less. Well, there was something more, but you couldn’t decipher it.
Hyunjin bent down and crouched next to you, cupping your cheek and gently caressing his thumb over reddening skin. He stared into your eyes, reading them, finding your scrambled thoughts.
“You need to be good and listen to me. I can’t keep making you listen to me by using my voice, but if you make me, then I will. Am I understood, Captain? Nod your head if you understand, pretty girl.”
You nodded your head. You did understand, but the nodding of your head was not on your own free will. His touch made you burn more. There was something about his over looming presence that made you feel small. One thing you always hated was the belittling you dealt with when it came to being a woman in a pirate’s life. Always trying to act above you when you know damn well it’s for their own ego. However, Hyunjin was alluring to you, equally as much as you were to him. There was something about his confidence and dominance that made you horny instead of angry. Maybe it was because it wasn’t his ego talking, it was just who he was. He knew he was in control here, and that’s why he didn’t feel nervous around you. The other men who made comments towards you always ended up being the weakest. Not Hyunjin though, nothing about him seemed submissive.
The horrible feeling in your stomach never subsided. It grew even more in the position you laid in, and you started to wonder if the wetness in your panties is more than the wetted undergarments from being dragged through the sea like a monster’s prey. Maybe the horrible feeling in your stomach was just your gut feeling telling you to get dicked, and there was something about the nearing presence that made the feeling grow.
Sirens, you think to yourself, are lust filled devils that overwhelm one’s desires when they approach them. Their songs do not force falsified love into someone, but overpowers their primal desires more than they can bear, weakening them, and taking them as food. But why do they want to hurt us, and the sighted mermaids want to help us?
Hyunjin sang another tune, but it made the hypnotic effect wear off, almost like an anecdote. You didn’t move, too afraid for your body to not be your own anymore.
“Tell me, Captain, do you want me?” He asked boldly.
You looked him deep in his eyes. You wanted to deny it, you really did, but just as they claimed, he was as beautiful as they came, more than likely the most perfect one, even beating the gods’ beauty. You wanted him in many ways, and he wanted you all the same. Like the bold pirate you were, you spoke up.
“Yes, I do. Do you want me?”
“Yes, surprisingly I do.” He wasn’t lying. You knew it, you could read lies, and even if it was in his powers to be able to lie without getting caught, this seemed too desiring to him. His breathing was barely steady at the start. He was struggling to hold back.
He moved to plant himself between your legs and then moved his hand to your neck and applied pressure to the sides of it carefully, taking away some air, but not a lot. You gasped, trying to take back all the air he cut off but failed.
“It actually pisses me off how much I want you. Do you know what I’m supposed to do with invasive pests like you?” He leans in closer.
“I’m supposed to rip you apart, limb from limb, and drag you down in the deep to eat you…”
He comes closer, grip tightening, his mouth right to yours, hovering above it just barely.
“But something in me, something about you, makes me want to rip you apart for my own sake, and I want to hear you cry my name while I do.”
He releases your neck and puts his lips to yours. As he makes contact, you kiss back. He isn’t sweet with it, you aren’t either. His kiss is rough, teeth hooking onto your bottom lip and tongue prodding its way into your mouth while he uses one hand to hold himself up and the other to roughly massage your breast while he rolls his hips between your legs to give your clit the smallest bit of tension. He rolls over with a rhythm, enough to make you let out small, pleading whimpers. He smiled, hearing you fall apart on nothing when he’s just begun.
He moves, and he begins to peel off the damp clothes from your body. You want to shiver, you want to be cold when your entire naked body is exposed to the elements, but it only burns. You can barely think, and it’s no longer the lack of air’s fault or Hyunjin’s songs. It’s just how horny you are for this angelically handsome devil. He takes off the rags that hide him as well. The sight of his slightly toned chest and thin stomach fills you with more desire than before. Then he removes his pants, and that makes your pussy throb the most.
He leans back down to you, except he faces your core, and leans in for a meal. The spit from his tongue meeting your untouched folds makes you shudder, and you grab his hair and pull him closer on instinct. His tongue licks in and out of your vagina and messily makes his way to your clit where he sucks on it and nips on it slightly. Your sensitivity is so intense that you feel yourself leak a bit more over his face. He continues his assault on your clit while his hand makes his way to tease around your hole before entering one finger, and a few thrusts later adding a second.
“Hyunjin, fuck-” You moan while he continues his actions. He takes his mouth off of your clit for a moment to say, “Good girl.” You gush at the nickname and turn your head to the side to hide from how excitedly the praise made you feel.
The knot in your stomach was ready to be untied. Your quiet whimpers and moans got louder and increased, which signaled him to pick up the pace a little faster.
“Whenever you’re ready. Just sail with the wind, Captain.”
As soon as he said that, you released onto him and rode out your high as he calmed his movements before pulling away. Your eyes felt heavy, your body felt relaxed, but you didn’t want to stop there. Hyunjin didn’t either. You fell limply onto your back when Hyunjin moved himself from you.
“Hey, there, pirate, we aren’t done with this voyage of ours yet.”
Looking down at you, he bent down and picked you up by your hips, moving you to sit in front of a rock on your knees. The rock was at your eye level. Hyunjin sat on top of the rock. He slightly flinched at the coolness of the rock against his ass, but he warmed up to it quickly. He spread his legs, leaving his dick out, and the perfect space for you to crawl in and suck him off. You stared at his long, hard dick while it waited for attention.
“Hey, princess,” Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Get to it.”
You crawled to him on your knees, head bowing down in embarrassment, but Hyunjin grabbed the roots of your head and pulled you close to his dick. “Open.” And you did. You opened your mouth wide and took him in while he kept his hold on your roots for physical control. You bobbed your head up and down, moving your hand up to grab what you couldn’t reach, but Hyunjin stopped you.
“You’re a Captain, aren’t you? Using your mouth to bark orders all day? Not to mention how much you unhinged your jaw to take me. If your pretty mouth can do those things, then you can suck my whole cock without taking a shortcut with your hands.” He pushed your head all the way on his cock, making you gag, but he ignored it. He kept this up, barely letting you breathe. All he did was assault your throat with each thrust making him groan at your warm, wet walls that felt like heaven’s touch. You could feel your throat become sore, but you honestly didn’t want to stop him. There was something about the way he sounded and his control over you that made you want to please him forever.
Not long later, his groaning increased and became louder. He was going to cum soon, and you could tell when he pushed your head into cock faster.
“Fuck!” He moaned when he felt cum spurt from his tip. He calmed his pushing, but he made you keep your mouth around his cock until he was fully finished, then he withdrew himself and forced you to swallow all of it.
Drool was falling down your chin, your jaw and throat hurt, your scalp was slightly burning, but your eyes were glazed over, wanting even more of him. You felt like you were floating, the pain in your body making your pussy wetter. Even though you felt like Hyunjin was controlling your body with the way he used you like a toy, a new melody filled in your ears making the ache in your body reside. Each tune he sang seemed to do a different thing, but each of them were helpful in the situation you found yourself in. This tune didn’t put you in his control, but it rather settled you to be comfortable for what he was going to do next.
Hyunjin stood up and looked down at you while you remained on your knees. He brought his hand underneath your chin and forced you to look into his eyes.
“Tell me your name.” He spoke. His tone was stern. It wasn’t like the way he spoke before, this was a hard command. You weren’t sure why he was so stern about your name and not the intense oral sex you performed on him moments ago.
“It’s Syrena.” You lie.
Hyunjin grips your chin tighter and glares daggers at you.
“You’re lying. Tell me your name.”
“Ariel.”
Hyunjin pushed your head to the side harshly before bending down and grabbing you by the base of your neck and forcing you to look at him again. This time he’s much closer. He’s more intimidating this way, and you feel your stomach jump.
“Lie to me again, and see what happens. Tell me your name or I will leave you here to die.”
“My name is Y/N. Captain Y/N.”
“Now was that so hard, Y/N?” You glared at him, tempted to rip out of his grasp and kill him on the spot, but you didn't. You stayed put because your sinful temptations were getting the best of you.
“Captain, Y/N.” You corrected him. Even though he’s been calling you pet names since you got there, now you were starting to grow tired of his taunting and teasing. You let him have his fun, but now you wanted your respect back. However, you were basically willing to do anything for him to fuck you at this point, but you didn’t want to admit that.
“No, no, no,” He paused, lifting you by your hips again and sitting himself back on the rock. “You are no captain to me.” He sat you slightly on his lap, grabbing his dick and teasing your clit. Your arms were wrapped around his neck to keep you up. The feeling made you whine loudly. He smirked, slowly pushing his head into your soaked cunt until his long length was fully inside you. Your head fell back, and your mouth opened without control as you let out of the loudest moan you could muster. He used his hand to bring you back to face him and look into his piercing gaze again. Your mouth stayed open, moaning with each small thrust he gave as he pushed himself into you, but keeping most of his dick inside you.
“You are just a pathetic, cock-hungry, submissive, girl.” He said between his small thrusts.
“H-h-hyunjin, please.” You plead. He gives an evil smile and lets go of your neck making it fall back again. He stood up, holding onto you, bringing you off of his cock almost entirely before harshly thrusting himself back inside. You couldn’t control your reaction, even if you tried. You screamed in pleasure, the noises echoing off the grotto’s walls. He continued to plow into you, but it was enough to ensure it was pleasurable for the both of you and not just his own selfishness.
“Hyunjin! I can’t- Fuck!” You moaned.
“Yes, you can. Fucking take it.” He growled, fucking into you harder.
“Ah- I can’t, please!” The pleasure was insane, impossible to describe. Then, again, there was another new melody that rang through your brain, and you felt like you were floating. You were able to take whatever he gave you without worry, but the pleasure somehow doubled. Your eyes were oceans with the way the tears spilled from them each moment he didn’t stop. But everything was bliss. Everything was perfect. You felt more relaxed and calm than you ever had before.
Hyunjin switched the positions you were in, lying your stomach against the rock, and your ass in the hair where he entered you from behind and held onto you by your head fucking into you even deeper.
“My little pirate taking the cock of her enemy.” You wanted to correct him, tell him that your intention was to learn about them, not to hurt them, but that thought left your mind as soon as you had it. You couldn’t think. You were almost brain dead, only being able to feel everything he was giving you and more.
“I’m gonna cum soon!” You managed to choke out.
“Fuck, baby, me too.” He groaned back.
“Ah, Hyunjin, please, I can’t hold it.”
“Just a little bit. I’ll tell you when you can cum.” His stern voice was back, there was no choice whether you did or didn’t on your own terms.
He moved out of you for a brief moment and turned you around to face him. Quickly and carefully he picked you up and thrusted his cock into you. You shoved your face into his neck, kissing and sucking and biting him to bare the orgasm building inside you.
“Can I please-”
“Yes.”
As soon as you released, Hyunjin did too, fucking his cum into you while you moaned. He found your lips and kissed you while slowly walking towards the moonpool of water and allowed himself to fall in with you while you kissed him lustfully and passionately, and he did the same.
In the water, you were lost, eyes open, but not having control. Hyunjin’s presence was not absent from you, but you still felt sexual pleasure. You weren’t sure how.
Hyunjin was in front of you, facing you, and smirking. You looked at him, confused as to how you weren’t sinking without him holding you and without swimming. Then you realized you couldn’t feel your legs. You looked down, and your legs were replaced with a shining mermaid’s tale and extensions of a betta fish, just like Hyunjin’s, right in front of you. You noticed one betta fin of yours and his were connected. That was where the pleasure was located.
You wanted to scream and cry. Hyunjin could tell, so he came closer to you. He held your face in his hands again, stroked your cheeks gently, and leaned in to kiss you. You happily kissed back. Within the midst of your kiss, your tails intertwined with the other, and you felt like you were floating again, but this time it wasn’t Hyunjin’s range of melodies, it was a tone that felt like love. You felt whole and safe. You didn’t freak out about the mermaid tale that now lined your body.
Hyunjin moved away from your lips, grabbed your hand, and swam you towards the surface of the water. After breaking the surface, you began to speak, but he stopped you. “Don’t freak out. You will be fine.”
The second his tail was entirely out of the water, he had legs again, and he helped you out of the water where the same thing happened to you. Hyunjin grabbed you again, and held you into his lap bridal style while leaning against a rock. He looked at you, and you looked at him.
“Humans can’t have sex with mermaids or sirens without turning into one of us. It was a curse put on both humans and merfolk such as ourselves years ago when a human and a mermaid fell in love. However, a jealous sea witch grew envious of their relationship, and put a curse on mermaids that they’d become lust filled demons that killed humans that came near, and anytime a human had sex with one, their curse was to become them too.”
You looked at him dumbfounded.
“What the fuck?” is the only thing you can muster.
Hyunjin laughed and explained more in depth.
“I wasn’t always like this. I was a human too. In fact I was a painter whom all the ladies fell in love over. I adored it. I adored their attention. One day, while I painted by the seaside, I heard a beautiful noise come from the water. I discovered a boy peeking out of the water. He extended his arm to me, I gave him my hand, and he pulled me in. Then, things escalated, and now I’m like this.”
“But I still don’t understand the mermaids and sirens thing. And why’d you have to do this to me? What the hell.” You felt a lot of emotions, but you weren’t as mad at being a siren than you thought you’d be. Depending on the conditions, being part fish could help yourself as a pirate captain.
“I barely understand myself, but I’ll try to explain more. It used to only be mermaids. That was it. Mermaids are beautiful creatures that swim in the sea and have beautiful voices that can do all sorts of things like lure people in and make them feel better. However, mermaids were never inherently evil. Their songs were meant to lure people in for good things, like steering life away from dangerous areas. However, the sea witch’s jealousy got the best of her. She wanted to be the one the human fell in love with, but instead it was someone else. Blinded by rage, she cursed any mermaid who dared fall into the lust trap. Oftentimes mermaids are used to resemble purity because of this, and they distract themselves from carelessly falling into anything that can change that. The sirens curse, it wasn’t just motivated sex, it was killing anyone who tried because the lust was so strong. When the mermaid was first turned into this monster, she kissed his neck, but began to rip it apart. The sexual desires began to settle after the fact, like killing someone brought down the hunger. No one has been able to find an alternative. As for me turning you… I couldn’t help myself. Ever since I saw you there was something about you I needed. It ached, in ways I couldn’t explain, and I knew you felt it too.”
You stared blankly at him in disbelief. Then you spoke up.
“We weren’t coming to hurt you. My pirate ship is more of a learning experience. We discover things in the sea and tell others about it. We don’t harm anything, we just teach ourselves. Granted we know how to defend ourselves in an attack, but we came to study the mermaids, and we ended up in a killing trap. Now all of my men are dead.” Your voice turned cold by the end, just remembering the bloodshed of the battle you were ripped from for no reason.
“But you began to attack, don’t deny that.”
“It was self defense. We knew you were going to do something.”
“I don’t doubt that. Even though I haven’t always been a siren, I can’t sit back and watch my newkind get slaughtered. I will defend them, and now you will too. You’ll learn to.”
“Hyunjin, I didn’t want any of this.”
“But you were so beautiful, I had to have you. You’re mine; you belong to me. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be so off balance when I’m around, just like a bit ago when you lost everything the second I was completely near you. I hadn’t even started singing.”
He was right. You knew it too. He was the reason you felt off. He was the reason you were off balance and off guard and off everything. Now he’s the reason you’re part fish.
“You can go back to being a pirate captain, if you so please, but I am so deeply infatuated with you, I couldn’t bear you to go. I don’t ever want you to leave me, Y/N.”
It was the way he stared deeply into your eyes that made you melt. There was no convincing melody of his to convince you to stay, though you must’ve had that too now if you were one of them. But his eyes, his pleading, and the slight fear you had of him kept you put on his lap.
“Come, my treasure, explore the ocean with me.” He said, standing you up, and bringing you to the water, jumping in with you, grabbing your hand, and swimming off.
Your tail made you swim as a pace that was hard to comprehend. You were out of the grotto and near the island you sailed off of in minutes rather than the days of voyage you spent. Hyunjin showed you all about the water, pointing out friends and foe, things to eat, ways to improve your life as a merfolk.
Down in the water, the two of you faced the other where your betta fins touched, bringing you closer into a kiss. The two of you chased each other around, creating tiny waves in the water as you playfully messed around.
Resurfacing from the water and staring at Hyunjin, he sang,
“My heart is pierced by Cupid.
I disdain all glittering gold.
There is nothing can console me,
But my jolly sailor bold.”
You smiled, happy to hear this song that he sang often. He sang it about you.
But little did you know, that song is the only reason you stayed with him.
Hyunjin found you perfect, so beautiful that he couldn’t let you go. He knew you would've left the second you had the chance, but he can’t let someone he’s besotted by go, so he’ll do what he can to keep you around a little longer. I mean, he did tell you that bullshit story about sirens and mermaids. Had he been turned into a siren by a boy with a freckled covered face? Yes. Was that witchy nonsense true? Of course not. But if you believed him, who cared? He turned you into a siren on his own, so he could keep you around forever. He was going to have you no matter what.
You are his treasure, not any of the pirates, his.
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the other him | hhj (m)
summary: deep down, hyunjin would love nothing more than to show your husband to whom you really belong.
pairing: hyunjin x fem reader
genre: angst, smut
word count: 3.8k
rating: mature (18+)
warnings & features: profanity; infidelity; graphic sexual content; dirty talk; possessiveness; a little bit of manhandling; oral (both receiving — mc is a bit inexperienced with giving though); unprotected penetrative sex (no condom use, no other birth control is established); pullout method; facial cumshot; a little bit of cumplay; basically porn with an unexplored plot
author’s note: just a quick and dirty fic that i've been meaning to finish for a while. hope you enjoy!
The beautiful man glances your direction frequently, but he refuses to meet your eyes, too focused on the task of rendering you two-dimensional on the canvas before him. You figure he is working on sketching the details of your outfit right about now, which draws to mind the naughty way his fingers so deftly removed your underwear the other night. His eyes were most certainly on yours at the time; he wanted to witness the look on your face when he sunk those beautiful fingers between your legs. You remember it vividly — and fondly, in a perverse sort of way.
Presently, you readjust your grip on your husband’s stiff, clammy hand and press your lips together to keep from smiling inappropriately. You have to remember where you are: here, sitting beside the other him, having yet another lovely portrait painted to display on the walls of your shared home, as if there was not already far too many.
The portraits really are lovely, though. Beautiful artwork of a beautiful couple, there can be no doubt about that. An outsider might be fooled into thinking the two of you are happy. But you, with your insider eyes, have never seen two people more obviously out of love with each other, and you resent every painted reminder. You resent the lies in your staged smiles, the arrogance, the disgusting vanity.
Most of all, you resent the time spent posing with the man you married while the one who loves you stands across the room and immortalizes the lies and arrogance and vanity so expertly.
It’s either an accident, or Hyunjin purposely allows his professionalism to falter by finally meeting your eyes. Either way, the resentment in your chest melts into adoration, and you risk acknowledging his attention with the smallest smile. He even starts to smile back. It blooms in his eyes first, then moves southward to take root in his lips.
The tenderness on his soft, pretty face wilts to dust the moment your husband opens his mouth.
“I think that’s enough for tonight, Mr. Hwang,” he states matter-of-factly, though not exactly unkindly. He looks at you and gives your shoulder a stiff squeeze. The gesture could be considered threatening if you weren’t positive he is still totally oblivious to your affair. No, this is just how he always is. The most basic forms of affection are awkward and perfunctory; a trait you were willing to overlook in the beginning but has now sown bitterness in your stomach the longer you’ve tried to ignore it. “We’ll continue again tomorrow,” he goes on. “I still have some work I’d like to finish tonight before it gets too late.”
“You know I hate when you bring work home, darling.” The term of endearment slips from your lips easily but without warmth.
“I know, dearest,” he replies equally as easily and coolly, “but it’s my money that puts food on the table and the expensive clothes on your back, so.” He plants a tight-lipped, rather patronizing kiss on the top of your head to settle the matter, nods to Hyunjin, then whisks himself out of the room.
You slump against the plush sofa with a sigh, and even though the two of you are finally alone, you do not even look at Hyunjin as he begins to pack up his brushes and tools. You think he even leaves the room at some point, but you’re too caught up in bitter thoughts of how you let yourself get swept up in this sham of a marriage. The beautiful things you’ve surrounded yourself with… they have only served to crush your heart rather than fill it.
Eventually, Hyunjin clears his throat. “Shall I show myself out, ma'am?"
You flick your eyes up from where they had been trained blankly on the floor. Hyunjin is wiping his hands on a towel. His dark hair is a little messy from where some of it has slipped out of its ponytail, but he is no less beautiful for it — especially when he finally offers you the full warmth of the smile he started earlier.
Smiling back, you sit up and gesture for him to come closer. He obliges but still maintains a respectable distance.
“Closer,” you beckon quietly.
By the way his eyes dart to the open door, you can tell he does not mistake your tone. He swallows and says, “Your husband is still in the house, Y/N.”
Your answer to that is to reach for his hand. Despite his own warning, he gives it to you with no resistance, hand towel falling carelessly to the floor.
Gaze fixed on his, you splay his fingers apart and press slow, sensual kisses to the pads of them one by one, saving his thumb for last. You take it into your mouth at an even slower pace, sliding your lips down the knuckle with your tongue pressed firmly along the underside. Hyunjin lets you do as you please, audibly inhaling through his nose as his eyelids flutter, but his posture remains frozen in hesitation.
You’re slow to take the hint, but you do respect his sensibility, so you remove his thumb from your mouth and start to apologize for your behavior. However, he takes you by the arms and hauls you up to kiss you with a level of assertiveness he has never shown before. You hum in pleasure from the back of your throat, and when you readjust the angle of your neck to better contribute to the kiss, he sighs in response.
“You really want to fool around while your husband is home,” Hyunjin asks between rough presses of his lips and tongue against yours. At least, you think it’s supposed to be a question, but there is no inflection in his tone. “You think I won’t?” he continues, voice dropping lower in both tone and volume. “You think I don’t want to take every chance I get to show that clueless prick you’re mine and not his?”
He yanks you tight against him by your waist, and the shape of the semi-hard cock in his pants is a thrilling surprise. Your body is rapidly heating up.
“I am yours,” you whisper into his mouth. “Only yours.”
Hyunjin snorts because you’ve said the words too many times now for him to take you seriously anymore. You suppose you’ll just have to show him how much you mean it. One day, you’ll gain the strength to leave your husband, but for now, this stolen moment is the best you can do.
Hyunjin takes a step back in confusion when you squirm out of his hold to get to your knees in front of him, but the sparkle in his eyes when you reach for his belt buckle lets you know he is already in agreement with your intentions. He helps you undo his pants and push them down just enough for his cock to pop forth.
Despite your bold stunt just a moment ago with his thumb, you’ve never pleasured his cock the same way before, and thanks to your disinterested and frequently absent husband, it has been a while since you’ve pleasured a man this way in general. The moment is suddenly daunting. Surely Hyunjin will recognize your unrefined technique straight away. Should you make up for your lack of practice and experience with enthusiasm? Or would that be even more pitiful?
While your thoughts are spiraling, Hyunjin senses the shift in your head space. He covers his crotch with one hand while the other reaches beneath your chin to tip your face upward.
“Y/N, you don’t have to do this. Do you want to stand back up?”
It's the simple yet humane offer of getting you back onto your feet that strengthens your resolve to proceed — only because it’s him.
“No, I’m fine. I want to do this,” you say.
Hyunjin nods, dark eyes still sparkling. He lets go of your face and moves his hand away from his cock in the same moment you carefully grasp the base of his shaft. His semi-hard cock instantly twitches in anticipation, which gives your shaky pride more of a boost to continue.
Shuffling closer on your knees and straightening your back, you lean in and place the tip of his cock onto your outstretched tongue just before wrapping your lips around it. It is already growing heavier, thicker and longer the more you take it in. You sweep your lips back and forth over him slowly, testing your form and getting reacquainted with the action. His velvety skin is smooth, and you familiarize yourself with the vein filling out on the underside. He tastes good — clean and a little salty. Whiffs of his soap and his natural skin tickle your nostrils.
By the time you pull back again, his cock is blushing prettily, well-lubricated and fully erect.
“You’re already making me feel so good, love,” Hyunjin breathes. “See how hard I just got?” He wraps his hand over yours to help hold his cock even straighter in front of your face. He brushes his firm tip up and down over your wet lips a few times, then guides it back inside your delicious mouth. When he’s resting securely on your tongue again, he lets his hand fall away to give the reins back to you.
With a steadying breath, you angle your face slightly to the side and concentrate on working your tongue against a spot just below the head of his cock; he seems sensitive there. He proves your suspicions, breath hitching in his throat and then groaning lowly the more you lap at the spot. His responsiveness is enticing. Maybe it could grow into a full-blown addiction.
There is something else you want to try, but by the time his cock reaches the start of your throat, your jaw is already starting to stiffen from the unfamiliar act. Rather than continuing to try and deep-throat him, you drag your mouth backward, then plunge forward to stuff it full again. The sensation of his hot, swollen cock on your tastebuds is starting to work you into a frenzy. You want to do this with him all the time, and from the way he lets slip a quiet but notably high-pitched whimper, you dare to believe he might be enjoying himself, too.
You take it easy and repeat the simple motion over and over and over, losing count of how many times his tip goes from almost escaping the tight seal of your lips to poking against your throat. Hyunjin stands still and attentive as you work him over at your comfort level. You notice his hands clenched tightly at his sides, and it has been a while since he let out that sweet squeak of enjoyment, so you take a moment to release him and check in.
“I’m sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” you admit, slowly fisting his full length and blinking up at him. “Is it okay?”
His eyebrows crease in obvious endearment. “Don’t be sorry. You’re so fucking sexy, Y/N. If I seem tense, it’s only because I’m doing my best not to interrupt you and fuck you right here on the floor.”
“What about against the wall?” you suggest.
Hyunjin groans quietly and drops his head backward, overwhelmed by the tempting thought. “Fucking temptress. Ask me again and see what happens.”
You’re taking that as a promise rather than a threat, but before you do as he says, you wrap your lips around his fat cockhead for one last suck, just to see him shiver.
“Hyunjin? Will you please fuck me against the wall?”
“God fucking-”
He helps you up and steers you toward the nearest wall by the hips. It also happens to be the wall right beside the door, which he slams shut with a little too much force. Even if your husband heard the noise, it’s unlikely he’ll come investigating. Not while he’s working.
“Needy little thing,” Hyunjin growls, focusing your attention back on him by diving his hands beneath your dress to wrestle with your underwear. You hastily kick away your heels just in time to get them out of his way, too. “You make me insane, you know that?” Watching him casually pocket your favorite pair of panties makes your pussy clench around nothing.
“Hyunjin—”
“Quiet, love. Is this not what you asked for?” he says, already maneuvering your leg around his waist so he can line his erection up to your entrance without further preamble.
With a snap of his hips, he shoves half his length into your pussy; it’s as far as he can get in one go with the lack of prep. Taking the time to prepare you for his cock is a luxury neither of you can afford right now, though, and you both know it. Your pussy will be ready for him soon enough, anyway.
He retracts himself to the tip, then tries to push further than before, repeating the careful process until he’s eventually able to bottom out in one smooth push.
“There we go,” he says, grip tight on the leg you have around his hip.
“So deep,” you whisper, though he’s already well aware.
He kisses your cheek, then your lips. “You always take it so well, love. Just tell me when.”
You nod quickly, and your eagerness makes him grin.
Wordlessly, he starts a slow but firm pace, fucking you against the wall exactly as you requested. You can’t even remember the last time your husband did something you requested of him — you’re not even sure he would anymore. It doesn’t really matter to you, though. Not when you have Hyunjin, and especially not when Hyunjin’s cock is so hot and hard and heavy inside you.
While you’re losing yourself in your thoughts and feelings over Hyunjin and his wonderful cock, he begins telling you his own thoughts, voicing them aloud to work you up even more.
“I think about this all the time, you know,” he whispers. “Fucking you. Touching you. Holding you.”
“Yeah?” Your back skids a little harder into the wall from a particularly rough thrust, but the sensation in your pussy is well worth it. “Tell me, Hyunjin. T-Tell me more.”
His pace falters for a moment as he re-balances his stance and readjusts the grip he has on your thigh and hip, but he goes right back to driving hard into your ever-tightening walls.
“I think about you all the time, my love,” he rephrases, “you have no idea. I get hard just from smelling your perfume when I walk into this fucking house.”
His dirty talk is flattering and so much sweeter than you expected. He’s so fucking perfect.
“Fuck, Hyunjin, yes…”
He increases the pace a little more, staring at the way your face scrunches in pleasure the entire time. His thrusts are getting shallow, but the friction his cockhead offers against your walls is still so good.
“You think about me, too, right?” he grunts. He risks letting go of your hip to cup your chin and grip your cheeks in one hand, trying to settle your rattling head to focus on him. “You think about how good I make you feel? How much I love you?”
With great effort, you meet his eyes to better convey your sincerity. “Yes. Yes, I think about you so much. Every day, every hour. Always, my love.”
Hyunjin brings his lips to yours with a sigh. Your tongue is there to meet his, eagerly and sloppily kissing him back as he pounds away between your thighs. He may be unsatisfied with your arrangement at times, but he knows you love him.
Just as he regains depth with his thrusts, he pulls away with a tormented look, eyebrows furrowed against the extreme pleasure you’ve caused him just by taking his cock so well.
“Fuck, I can’t last today, Y/N,” he whines. He pulls out and away from you, but before you can protest too much, he drops to his knees. “Let me taste you for a bit? Please?”
He brushes his nose side-to-side against your slit, then up and down, totally undeterred by the sticky mess it smears on him. You try to close your thighs against his face, but your knees are blocked by his broad shoulders. He smirks when he feels you caging him in and takes your knees in each hand to push them back apart. “Mine,” he says, then hums in satisfaction at the sight of your legs spread, slick center on display just for him. He dives in tongue first to ravish your pussy.
“Hyunjin, fuck!” you squeal at the first lick up your entire slit, quickly covering your mouth with your hand.
Even Hyunjin has to pause after that first taste just to curse under his breath before he narrows in on your clit and licks nimble circles into it, mostly around the hood, but occasionally dipping under it just to make you insane.
You’re still reeling over his sudden desire to go down on you, but you’re not complaining. He gives fantastic head, as he is so clearly demonstrating. You miss his cock already, but the feeling of his wide tongue now wriggling into your hole is an acceptable substitute for now. It cannot reach as far as his cock does, but his licks are firm and calculated. This definitely is not a chore for him, it’s a pleasure. A privilege, he might say, and that knowledge turns you on more than words can convey.
Hyunjin pulls back and licks his lips deliciously. “This pussy only gets this wet for me, right?”
“Only for you,” you agree, nodding quickly, telling him what you desperately need him to believe, “only you. It’s all yours, all f-fucking yours…”
He hums again and resumes licking up your dripping arousal. It is already all over his nose, lips and chin, but he can’t seem to get enough. In fact, it seems more like he is simply enjoying the taste of you and the feeling of his face pressed against your center more than focusing on getting you off.
You wind your fingers in his hair and urge, “Hyunjin, please, I’m desperate to come.”
“I don’t know, love,” he teases, “you’re pretty loud when you come. Are you sure I should let you?”
You whimper pitifully because you’re too far gone to find the magic words to make him have mercy on you. Luckily, Hyunjin has never denied you a thing, and just the sight of your beautiful self, legs spread for him, cunt glistening with a messy mixture of your arousal and his spit, is enough to do the trick.
“Come here,” he says, much more tenderly. He takes your hips again and walks you over to the couch this time to bend you over it.
His cockhead finds its way back home, slamming deep inside you from behind in one smooth, wet plunge, and both of you moan over the reconnection. Hyunjin grips your shoulder and starts fucking into you hard. With the firm snapping of his hips comes the loud echoes of skin on skin bouncing off the walls, however, and neither of you can allow that.
“Fuck, too hard,” he says, mostly under his breath to himself. He slows his pace but loses none of the depth, keeping the tip of his cock pressed as deeply as possible at all times, allowing you both to feel each other as much as possible.
Your cunt is pulsing, his cock is throbbing, both of you eager for an end to the torment.
You dig your nails into the sofa and try to keep your moans to a minimum. Neither of you want to be quiet right now, you know that, but you’ve also never done this with your husband still in the house. The risk is contributing more to your dripping arousal than you care to admit right now — but later, in the afterglow, or before the next time, you’ll tell Hyunjin all about it. God, he’s still inside you, and you already cannot wait until next time.
Hyunjin leans his face closer to yours, breath warm and ragged against your cheek. “You’re coming first, love,” he promises, as if he would ever have it any other way.
Before you can even ask it of him, his fingers slip between your legs to play with your clit. He flicks the tip of his finger back and forth against the swollen bud in all the ways you’ve taught him.
“Hyunjin—fuck, yes—coming!” you whisper-shout.
He gasps then whimpers at the first tight clench of your pussy but manages to fuck and finger you through your bliss. “Oh my god, that’s it, Y/N,” he says, kissing your neck and cheek, admiring the close-up of your face while you’re orgasming. Your lips are parted, your body is shivering, your pussy is doing its best to milk the cum right out of him.
Once he is certain you’ve ridden your high, he pulls himself from your sensitive cunt. “Fuck, turn around. Hurry, please,” he says, borderline frantic because his orgasm is right there.
You quickly get back on your knees to take him back in your mouth, but he is already coming before you can even get your mouth around him. The first shot of cum lands on your dress, but the second one makes it to your chin, and you giggle quietly as you stretch your tongue out to catch the third. Hyunjin groans the entire time, not really bothering to try and aim his cum anywhere in particular, so long as it gets somewhere on you.
He wipes the last drops against your bottom lip, gently dragging his softening tip directly against it, then gets to his knees to kiss you. “My love,” he pants between kisses, “that was so good.”
You can only nod and giggle, equally breathless and in love.
Hyunjin groans as he gets to his shaky legs and helps you up as well. He is still looking at you like he could devour you, so you kiss him again. He is giggling himself by the time you pull away again.
“I’m sorry about the mess. I didn’t mean to get cum on your pretty dress,” he says, not sounding particularly apologetic, but that is fine with you. You would toss away a thousand of the outfits your husband buys you, so long as it was Hyunjin who ruined them.
You gather some of the sticky mess that transferred from your face to his, then wipe it against the bosom of your dress. “Don’t worry about it, love,” you say.
Tomorrow, Hyunjin will continue that stupid lie of a portrait. You wish you could sit beside your husband — across the room from the man you love — wearing this same cum-stained dress.
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body piercer! hyunjin x fem! reader.
smut + fem reader insert.
warnings !! squirting, praise, cock piercing, slight overstimulation, cum tasting.
author’s note: thought about hyunjin with piercings and decided to write this drabble 😵💫 he’s a soft dom btw <3
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ask box and requests are open 💫
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for the past two months, you’ve been thinking about getting a new body piercing. you decided on nipple piercings, stepping out of your comfort zone.
it was time for your appointment and you were nervous, even wanting to cancel at some point. you walked inside the shop, relaxing as much as you can.
as soon as you stepped inside, the cold ac air touches your skin with the sounds of soft music playing.
“hi. you have an appointment?”
a lady with cotton candy pink hair, colorful tattoos, and a nose ring asks you as she typed something in on the computer.
you nodded as she points you towards the open room down the hallway.
taking a seat on the leather chair, you waited patiently for the piercer. not waiting long, someone enters the room with a cart of tools in a kit.
looking at your lap, you fiddle with your hands as the nervousness started to kick in more. you can do this.
what were you afraid of? it wasn’t the piercing process. you have your ears and nose pierced. the idea of someone seeing your breasts.
you look up, making eye contact with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. literally. he had tattoos covering both arms and a piercing on his left eyebrow.
“what piercing are we doing today, sweetheart?”
his voice was melted with honey and lust. you can hear him talk for hours. you also noticed the piercing that sat on his tongue.
you gulp, speaking up and saying,
“a.. nipple piercing..”
he clicked his tongue and nodded, turning the ac up slightly.
“ah, anything else?”
you shook your head, no. reality didn’t hit you until he asked you to lift up your bra and shirt so he can pierce your nipples.
you took a deep breath, hoping this process would be quick. it should be. you won’t ever have to see him again, this won’t take long.
your breasts are on full display, as your nipples were already hard.
he’s so fucking attractive.
“take a deep breath, there you go.”
the entire time, he reassured you. he comforted you, knowing he may have possibly sensed your nervousness during the process. five minutes later, he was done.
you admired yourself in the mirror, looking at your newly pierced nipples. you have no regrets, you did it and you loved your piercings.
pulling down your bra and shirt, you thanked him. before you walk out the room, the man hands you a note. on the note was his number.
“my names hyunjin, by the way.”
you showed him a polite smile, telling your name to him.
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“h-hyunjin..” you moaned. his face was in between your legs, eating your dripping cunt.
after your appointment a while back, you and hyunjin kept in contact. immediately, you both had undeniable chemistry. he’s taken you on dates and already asked you out, such a gentleman.
now, he’s at your apartment devouring your clit and folds. this wasn’t his first time eating you out, but he couldn’t get enough.
you were so close, you were about to cum. his tongue piercing continued to tap your clit repeatedly. you were soaked, your juices flowing out of you slowly. his entered his fingers inside your cunt, feeling for that certain spot.
“that’s it.. cum on my fucking face.”
you came, squirting in the process as his finger caressed your g-spot. the squirt dripped down from his lips to his chin. placing a soft kiss on your puffy cunt, hyunjin cooed, “good girl.”
“hyunjin, please fuck me. i’ve been good.”
you look at him with doe eyes as he smirked. “open.”
you obeyed, as he places his soaked fingers inside your mouth. swirling your tongue around his fingers, you taste your own juices.
“if that’s what my princess wants, spread your legs for me.”
you and hyunjin share a sloppy kiss, as you open your legs further. your cunt was pounding, your clit was still sensitive. however, your cunt was begging for more.
taking his cock out his long skirt, hyunjin strokes his aching cock before lining it up with your cunt. precum leaked from his tip and his cock piercing complimented him well.
he places both of your legs over your shoulders. pulling himself closer, his hands are sitting on your hips. “ready?”
you nod, you needed him so badly. he pushes his cock inside you, your soaked cunt already taking him in. “f-fuck.” you whine. “deeper..”
he pinched your clit, shaking his head at your impatient actions. still feeling sensitive, you almost came from him pinching your clit. you jolt slightly, “hyune..”
“my princess is so impatient.. you said you would be good, yeah?”
he started to move, you felt his piercings tap your walls. the cold metal adding more pleasure to him fucking you. you threw your head back, as his pace increased.
“yes, i’ll be g-good.”
he pounded into you, you were seeing stars. you dropped your legs from his shoulders, now wrapping your legs around his waist.
you wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him closer to you. your foreheads touching. the eye contact you both had was intense. both of your mouths were open as gasps, grunts, and moans filled the room.
“you’re taking me so well. my pretty fucking girl.”
as he continued to fuck you, he pulled you into a kiss, your tongues clashing. you whined and he grunted, both of your releases approaching you. pulling away from the kiss, hyunjin admired your pierced nipples as your breasts bounced to the rhythm of him fucking you.
your piercings are healed and sitting pretty for hyunjin.
“i’m close..” hyunjjn grunted. the familiar feeling approached him, as he quickly pulled out and came all over your chest. painting your breasts with his hot cum.
you release, another orgasm taking over as you threw your head back in pleasure. your legs were shaking, the pleasure increasing.
as you both started to relax, he was preparing for the aftercare. he loved taking care of you.
“i love every moment with you, hyunjin.”
he stood up and kissed your forehead. he pushed your hair back that was falling in front of your face.
“i love you. let’s get you cleaned up.”
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Hey hun!!!
I first off wanted to ask how you are doing??? People don't check in with the writer enough!
Secondly I wanted to say you are officially my new favorite blog!!! I die for all your skz content
Lastly I had a request if you don't mind. Soft Dom Hyunjin struggling to tame brat reader so he asks for help from hard Dom minho. I feel like that duo isn't used enough!
I was thinking maybe professor skz or at least like a role play situation but it is up to you!!!
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🕯Summary: Mr. Hwang's course has always been a pain in the ass for your GPA so he decides to confront you on it, but you couldn't hold back from snapping at him. Mr. Lee heard the commotion and wanted to lay some advice.
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I'm been doing alright, lowkey having Ao3 writer curse from the amount of times the hospital and clinics have seen me but overall A-okay. On sem break at the moment and I'm savouring it as much as possible. Thank you so much for liking my work, I hope you enjoy this one💛💛
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Rough Sex|Spitroasting|Oral Sex|Teeth Grazing On Cock|Wet & Messy|Reader Is Fucked Dumb|Degrading Kink|Professor! Hwang Hyunjin/Professor! Lee Minho|Cum Swallowing|Creampie|Glasses Wearing Minho|Bratty Fem! Reader|Punishment Scene|Heavy Praise Degrading Talks|Aftercare
💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.
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"What am I going to do with you, hm?" Hyunjin questioned, rubbing his face between his palms. You grumbled, crossing your arms "I don't see what I'm doing wrong," you said, glaring up at him. Hyunjin dropped the papers on your desk, "I've never had such a badly graded student throughout my career," he said, pointing at your test scores. You rolled your eyes, "Sounds like a you problem," you said, mocking him.
Hyunjin chuckled, rubbing between his eyebrows, "Is that so? Have you ever tried picking up a book throughout this semester?" he questioned, gripping the sides of your desk. You clenched your jaw, "Of course I have, your course just doesn't make sense," you retorted, pressing your tongue against your back molar. Hyunjin scoffed, "I basically spoon-fed the entire class and you couldn't even grasp a single concept?" he asked, finding it hard to believe.
You smirked, "It's not my fault you suck at projecting information, professor," you said, leaning back into your chair. Hyunjin cracked the joints in his neck, "There's no getting through your stubborn head. Why are you even fighting back on this, don't you need my course to graduate?" he asked, piercing his eyes at you. "I rather fail your class multiple times than admit that you can teach," you hissed, looking away from him.
Just as Hyunjin was about to question further, a firm knock snapped the both of you out of the high-tension confrontation "What's going on here, Mr. Hwang? I could hear your voice down the hallway, you know how these walls bounce audio," Minho asked, leaning against the door front with his glasses perched on his nose. Hyunjin stood straight, "Mr. Lee, I was just having a discord with one of my students," he explained, showing Minho your results.
Minho looked at the papers, "Seems like it's more than a simple discord," he said, setting the papers down. You gave Minho a side glance, "What's in it for you, you're not even my professor," you pointed out, finding Minho's serene calm attitude unnerving. Minho smiled, "Well, dear. Mr. Hwang seems to be having a hard time putting you in your place and I have no problem reprimanding a brat like you," he said bluntly, shedding off his overcoat, showcasing his toned arms.
Your eyes darted between your professors, "You can't do that," you spluttered, bouncing your legs. Hyunjin loosened his tie, walking over to lock the room door "Under what guideline?" he teased, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek. Your breath hitched when a sudden firm grip wrapped the back of your neck, "You should have done this in the first place Hwang, look how submissive she looks. Like a sweet kitten," he said, licking the rim of your ear.
You squirmed, tilting your head back in the hope of breaking Minho's nose. He laughed at your feeble attempt, pressing your face onto the desk "Feisty like one as well," he purred, keeping you subdued beneath his grip. Hyunjin unbuckled his belt, slacks dropping to his calves "What should we do with her, Lee? You have first dibs," he said, folding his slacks aside. You shifted, trying to nip Minho's palm as they talked about your body like a doll.
Minho chuckled, "This might be sick of me to say, but I would love to thrust down that tight mouth of hers. As long as she watches the teeth," he said, grabbing a fist full of your hair and tugging it back. You choked out a whimper, glaring at the man who started this mess in the first place. Hyunjin cooed, palming his clothed boxer "Then I'll take her pretty hole, I bet it's dripping from how rough you're handling her Lee. A slut like her just loves to be manhandled," he said, watching Minho position himself in front of your mouth.
Minho groaned, "Do you mind stripping me down, Hwang? I unfortunately need to keep my hand on this feral kitten," he said, leaning back into Hyunjin's chest. "It's my pleasure, Lee," Hyunjin chuckled and kissed down Minho's neck while his hands unbuckled his belt. Minho hissed, baring his neck further for Hyunjin to kiss. "Throbbing already, Lee?" Hyunjin asked, cupping Minho's growing bulge. "Oh, f-fuck. Can't blame me for being aroused, Hwang," Minho hummed, grinding back on Hyunjin's clothed cock.
You whined, head spinning from Minho's firm grip holding you in place. "Aww, looks like the doll is needy, Lee. Go ahead and feed her," Hyunjin said, tugging down Minho's boxers. Minho grunted, holding the base of his cock with his free hand "You better watch your teeth, dear. If not your punishment will be much worse," he warned, tapping your bottom lip with his precum-silked cockhead. You relaxed your jaw, moaning at the taste of musk hitting your tongue.
A deep hum rumbled from Minho's chest as he pushed this cock down your throat. Tears dripped down your eyes from the sheer girth of his cock stretching your mouth open. Minho chuckled, rolling his hips at a steady pace, hitting the back of your palate with each thrust. You moaned around his length, letting your teeth graze his cock for a mere second but a sharp sting impacted your cheek. Minho hissed, tugging your hair to his pelvis, making you choke and gag around his cockhead "I said, watch it with the teeth didn't I? " he growled.
You whimpered, drooling dripped down your chin onto the floor below. Hyunjin chuckled, "One punishment isn't enough for a precious girl like her, Lee," he said, lifting your hips and sitting beneath you. Minho moaned at the sudden shift of position "Fuck, Hwang. A warning would be fucking nice," he hissed, using your mouth as like an onahole. Hyunjin tugged your panties aside, pressing his thumb into your soaking warm hole "You should have a go at her pretty cunt once you're done with her mouth, Lee," he said, easing two fingers into your clenching walls.
Minho's hips trembled, "Ah, ah, yeah. Shit, your mouth feels so tight around my cock, dear," he moaned, staring down at you with half-lidded eyes. Your head spun at the lack of oxygen, submitting to the harsh thrusts Minho plunged down your throat. "That's it, kitten. Fuck, fuck, fucking take it, swallow everything," he grunted, sinking his cock to the hilt. You choked a sob, cum squirting down your esophagus, and you tried your hardest to swallow every single drop of cum you were given.
"Good girl," Minho rasped, pulling out. Hyunjin slicked his cock with your fluids, drenching his inner thighs and testicles "Take a deep breath, princess," he whispered, easing his cock within your gummy ribbed walls, inch by inch. You wailed, face pressed against the desk from how weak your arms wobbled when you tried lifting yourself. "Sir, sir please," you begged, feeling the desk shift beneath you with every thrust Hyunjin pounded.
Hyunjin kissed the back of your neck, "Hush, princess. Just take it, okay? " he grunted, gripping your hips firmly and starting to roll his hips at a ruthless pace. Broken moans and whimpers echoed within the room. Fluids pooled against your face, may it be Minho's cum, your drool or tears, everything blurred into a sheen of liquids. Hyunjin flicked your swollen clit in tandem with his precise thrusts "Come on, princess. Gush and cream around your professor's cock. Make yourself useful for once, yeah?" he grunted, slurring his words.
Your abdomen clenched, nails weakly clawing the desk "Please, please, sir," you sobbed, feeling your orgasm teether on the edge. Hyunjin quicken his pace, sinking further into your warm tight cunt "Close your eyes and just feel," he growled, pinching your puffy clit. Your jaw dropped into a silent scream, and your body tensed up "Fuck," you keened, clenching hard around Hyunjin's length. Hyunjin's breath lodged within his airway, "Good girl, such a good girl," he groaned, spreading your ass apart to see the creamy foam bubbling around your opening.
Hyunjin moaned loudly, cock pulsing as he came from the sight "Holy fucking shit, you're sexy," he hummed, pumping his cock in and out of your gaping walls just to drive your bodies into the pleasure of oversensitivity. You whimpered weakly, laying there used and ruined. Soft kisses could be felt on Hyunjin's skin "Come back to me, babies," Minho whispered, coaxing the both of you down from your orgasms. Hyunjin groaned, slipping his cock free from your tight grip "Shit, hyung. Look how pretty our darling drips," he rasped.
Minho gulped at the sight, tempted to pump your cunt into another orgasm but he knew your body was reaching its limit "Let's get you cleaned up, kitten," he whispered, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. Hyunjin cleaned up the fluids, making sure nothing got stained from your little scene. Minho cleaned your body thoroughly "Stay awake a little longer, kitty. I made your favourite for dinner," he said, chuckling when your eyes blinked open. "There's our precious girl," he cooed, carrying you out of the tub. You giggled, nuzzling into his shoulder. Minho smiled, "Take a piss while I prepare your toothbrush," he said, helping you on the seat.
Hyunjin peeked his head in, hair damp from the quick shower he took "Is everything alright here?" he asked, seeing your body covered with a fluffy towel. Minho nodded, "All good. Could you plate up today's dinner, Jagi?" he asked, kissing Hyunjin's cheek. Hyunjin chuckled, kissing back "Of course," he said, moving towards you and cupping your face before placing a kiss on your forehead "I hope you learnt your lesson, brat," he teased, biting your cheek. You whined, "Never," you giggled, kissing Hyunjin's nose. Minho chuckled, "That's our girl," he said, patting your head.
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lee know https://x.com/iphone8rrr/status/1517082931558162433?s=46&t=Sfcjbf0G5QzaTlk9Qi_z1w
changbin https://x.com/shido_mp4/status/1635043096856780800?s=46&t=Sfcjbf0G5QzaTlk9Qi_z1w
chan https://x.com/dumbpetgf/status/1606269704066285569?s=46&t=Sfcjbf0G5QzaTlk9Qi_z1w
hyunjin https://x.com/dumbpetgf/status/1555723369848487937?s=46&t=Sfcjbf0G5QzaTlk9Qi_z1w
these r my personal favs
sorry, i couldn’t find any for jisung…
tw // prn links.
MY JAW DROPPED.
Minho's video: I can see you being a brat out with friends, all flirty with someone else, maybe even too touchy. you just wanted to test Minho's patient, you knew what you were doing. also to know: you like when he get all jealous and try to control himself in public, you know already that when you're gonna be alone with him, he's gonna punish you so bad.
when you guys reached the car to go back he just looked pissed, unbuttoning the shirt sleeves and rolling them until the elbows, "take off pants and panties, now kitten." you just straight listen to him, moving your thighs a little, feeling your pussy already soaking for him. his movements, his gestures, makes you go already over the edge.
changbin's video: you are being needy for a while now, you just couldn't stop from touching changbin all the time as he was finishing work. he's mad, he couldn't focus. you were damn there, trying to ride his thigh the whole time as you were sitting on his lap then when you guys are ready to go home. he just ripped of your pants, moving aside your panties and just fingering you without peace, "you wanted don't you? you're not gonna have my cock until you cum all over my fingers."
chan's video: I can totally see chan doing this. you're a virgin, you're in your first relationship even if you're around the 25s, you never had a boyfriend or your first sexual experience. but chan needs you, so badly. so when you caught him jerking off on his bed you just want to help him, so you move your panties down, letting him play with your pussy lips :( his cock throbbing for excitement as the head of his cock keep hitting your clit, he grinds against your folds, he wants to feel you around him so bad but he wants to respect you and your decisions, "oh baby if you just give me the chance to fuck this pretty cunt I promise you're gonna feel amazing."
hyunjin's video: you guys are best friends, best friends shouldn't touch each other in that way.. right? but why it feels so good when your hand is around Hyunjin's cock and his fingers play with your cunt, it sounds so good.. your mixed moans fill the room, you know that it's wrong. best friends should do it, but he's long fingers inside your tight hole makes you arch your back too good to ignore. and your hand? your hand around his dick? when you squeeze his base, rubbing your thumb on his tip, makes his eyes roll back? it's too good to stop, "you're doing so good for me, please, just please let me be inside you."
@lyramundana minho’𝘴 video 😵💫
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Could I request Dom Hyunjin with a corruption/innocence kink? Maybe dating a shy innocent girl, maybe even a little older but a late bloomer.
How would he be? I checked his birth chart and he seems very dominating and enjoying having control.
Thank you so much if you see this, have a great day❣️
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Dom!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader
Warnings: corruption kink, making out, pet names, oral (male receiving)
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• He’d love it! You could be easily steered to do what he wants
• it doesn’t even have to be sexual, but in every day life
• He loves moving you by holding your waist or telling you what to do in general
• and you don’t question him. He must know best.
• He loves and takes care of you
• but when it is sexual 👀
• something about seeing your innocent face when you cum drives him nuts.
• he loves dressing you to his liking and take pictures
• he loves when your on your knees and sucking him off
• then he takes pictures… lots of pictures
• when out in public he likes thinking about all the dirty things he makes you do while everyone just sees you as shy…
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“Come out baby. I wanna see your pretty outfit.”
Your boyfriend was calling for you from the other room. He was sitting on the bed and impatiently waiting.
You were feeling shy about it. Hyunjin had you in a cutesy pink dress with long socks and your hair was down and resting on your shoulders.
“Jinnie. It’s a short dress.” You said while looking at yourself in the mirror.
“But you look so adorable!” He said with a pout. “Don’t you wanna look cute for me?”
You nodded and stood in front of him. He held your hips and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.
“You’re my good girl, right?”
“Mmhm.” You nodded with a blush.
“Who’s good girl?”
“Jinnie’s good girl.” You giggled before he kissed you again, this time with more passion.
You moaned as he pushed his tongue through and held your waist tight. Seeing you in this dress was already getting him worked up.
“On your knees, princess.” He whispered while kissing down your neck. “I need you to do something for me.”
You did so with no hesitation. Your knees were already bruised from doing this before but you didn’t mind.
“What are you going to do?” He asked while holding up your chin.
“I’m gonna suck on Jinnie like a lollipop.”
Hyunjin smiled at your answer and let go so that you could get to work. He quickly lowered his pants and boxers before lightly rubbing his cock which was getting hard.
You started off with giving kitten licks. Oh he loves when you do that.
After the licks and light rubbing you went ahead and took in his whole length, nearly gagging.
Hyunjin groaned at the feeling and took hold of your hair.
“C’mon dirty girl, I know you can do better.” He grunted while lightly thrusting.
Hyunjin pulled on your hair making you whine. He soon was pushing you into his cock making you gag multiple times.
“Look at me. Look at me!” He said while his hips stuttered; he was obviously close.
You looked up and he came in your mouth; you nearly choked while swallowing.
Hyunjin lifted your chin again to see your dirty face. Cum and drool was dripping from your mouth down your chin. Your eyes were glassy and hair a bit messy from where he grabbed you.
“Who’s my dirty girl?”
You were too fucked out to answer which only led him to pull your hair.
“M-me! Im-I’m Jinnie’s dirty girl.” You panted.
Hyunjin did even bother cleaning you up. He reached over to the night stand and snapped a photo. He just loved seeing you on your knees with the cum and spit dripping.
He took several actually. He also laid you on the bed and had you in different positions. He had you sit up and suck your fingers and even touch yourself to get that perfect shot.
He loved this. These pictures were for him and him only. Memories and snapshots of the times he made you into a filthy little girl.
You fell asleep as he took pictures and he stroked your hair.
“Good girl…”
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I’m proud to announce that I will be participating in SKZ kinktober 2023! I’ve been wanting to do something like this ever since I’ve started, and I honestly hope you all enjoy. Of course, each chapter will have it’s own specific warnings.
This series will be NSFW, Minors DNI.
Schedule:
Day 1 : Corruption - Jeongin
Day 2 : Graphoerotica - Changbin
Day 3 : Breeding - Bangchan
Day 4 : Knife Play - Seungmin
Day 5 : Somnophilia - Jisung
Day 6 : Photography/Video taking - Hyunjin
Day 7 : Bondage - Minho
Day 8 : Cuckolding - Felix
Day 9 : First time - Jeongin
Day 10 : Pet play - Seunglix
Day 11 : Impact play - Changbin
Day 12 : Auralism - Hyunjin
Day 13 : Voyeurism - Minchan
Day 14 : Public Sex - Minho
Day 15 : Exhibitionism - Hyunbin
Day 16 : Edging - Seungmin
Day 17 : Overstimulation - Jisung
Day 18 : Praise - Bangchan
Day 19 : Degradation - Seungho
Day 20 : Katoptronophila - Jilix
Day 21 : Orgasm denial - Jeongmin
Day 22 : Biting / Marking - Hyunjin
Day 23 : Discipline - Bangchan
Day 24 : Quirofilia - Felix
Day 25 : Size - Chanbin
Day 26 : Dacryphilia - Jeongin
Day 27 : Lingerie - Jisung
Day 28 : Hair pulling - Seunglix
Day 29 : Orgasm control - Jeonglix
Day 30 : Humiliation - Jeongin
Day 31 : OT8 x Reader
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This entire list will be updated each day of october and put onto my Masterlist.
Hope you all are excited. <3
Comment on this post if you’d like to be on my tag list for this. Mwah, xoxo.
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