#It Was Good Until It Wasn’t
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Synopsis: Is it still considered enemies to lovers if only one of you thinks you’re lovers?
warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, angst angST ANGST, service top!minho, protected and unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), cream pie, slight infidelity (they’re not dating), side hyunjin x reader, reader is a real bitch tbh, someone give minho some smooches
Part 8 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.
Part 2: Catch 22
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Beads of sweat lined your forehead as you braced against the cold sink, biting your lip in an attempt at concealing a moan. Minho’s hands gripped firmly at your hips, reading your facial expressions through the mirror. He was just as disheveled as you, perhaps a bit more seeing as his head fell back. Deeper did he sink into you, every thrust muffled by the barrier of clothes between you. Minho had been too needy to slide his pants down all the way and rode your skirt up to your hips with your underwear pulled to the side.
He was good, keeping his pace steady and quick with just the right amount of roughness to make it hard to keep your eyes open. You weren’t going to come from just his cock, though. As good as he was, it wasn’t enough, and he looked like he was getting too close to the edge.
Tapping his hand gently, “stop,” you whispered. Minho’s hips stuttered and he pulled out immediately, face contorting in concern. Before he could ask what was wrong, you turned to face him and hopped onto the counter, spreading your legs and tugging him close by the collar of his shirt. A lazy smile fell upon his lips when you did, Minho took his cock in hand and slicked it teasingly through your folds before entering you again. The filling sensation and his thumb finding your clit almost distracted you from his lips attaching to your neck, kissing his way up your jaw and to your cheek. As he came to the corner of your mouth, you instinctively reached into his hair and ripped him away.
A soft whine left him. “You know the rules,” voice low, your cunt clenched around him when he pushed harder into your clit.
“Just one kiss.” This is what he always asked when he was inside you— just one kiss. And time after time you denied him, not wanting the attachment of intimacy that comes with kissing. “Please?”
“No. Hurry up or we’re gonna get caught,” you urged him, hand that wasn’t in his hair reaching down to claw at his ass and plunge impossibly deeper into you. Minho almost caved as another groan emitted from him.
You had thought of it before, giving in and kissing him. Minho never made it easy to restrain, his lips were always so pretty and plump, so perfectly kissable that you sometimes wondered why you made the no-kissing rule in the first place. But he always made good on reminding you.
“What if I wanna get caught?” Another devious smirk played along his lips, bunny teeth peaking out ever so slightly. “I’ll be the best kiss you’ve ever had.”
“What makes you think that when you can’t even get me to cum?” And you always made good on pissing him off. Your words forced a huff from him and he began moving again, pummeling into you with a new mission other than to get off. Thumb pressing circles into your bundle of nerves, Minho’s breathing began to grow heavier and moans no longer silenced. The way you convulsed around him in need was starting to boost his ego, something you had experience in kicking back down into place.
Minho’s jaw went slack, just as he was about to let out what you knew was going to be a loud moan, you slapped your palm over his mouth. His voice came out muffled again, just in time for you to catch the footsteps down the hall becoming louder. “Shhh—“ you looked into his eyes, dead serious. His high was rocked back to the bottom.
Sweat dripped down his temple now, trying to control his hips from bucking into you. It didn’t work, Minho only slowed his pace so that there was only the soft wet noises of your arousal coating his cock.
“Y/N? You in there?” Hyunjin’s voice called from behind the door.
Warning Minho with your eyes not to make a sound, you replied, “yeah, I’ll be out in a second. Girl problems…”
Something inside you clicked upon hearing Hyunjin, your best friend just a few feet away with nothing but a slab of wood to keep him from seeing his roommate balls deep inside you. It made your pussy clench harder, your own hips kicking up to grind into Minho’s thumb as you awaited your friend’s reply.
“O— okay. There’s pads and tampons under the sink if you need it.”
Minho’s lips curled into a smile beneath your palm, soon puckering and kissing the skin. He moved slowly, gently taking your hand to pull away from his. You weren’t sure if he would sabotage you both and moan, but you followed his lead anyways, letting him kiss your wrist then up your arm. Just as he made it to your shoulder, his thrusts picked up fast again.
“T— thanks,” you said embarrassingly weak, then Hyunjin’s footsteps disappeared.
It was getting harder to keep quiet when Minho replaced his thumb with three fingers, giving you more to work against while he nipped at the skin of your neck. “Please, one kiss. You’re driving me insane.”
“If you make me repeat myself again, I’ll leave you here high and dry.”
“Baby, with the way you’re moving like a bitch in heat, I’d say that’d hurt you more than me.”
You halted yourself completely, tearing him away to look him in the eyes. Putting on your most nonchalant face, as best as you could with his cock in you, you brought his hand from your clit and stuck all three fingers into your mouth. Immediately his lips parted in awe, feeling you swirl your tongue around the digits. His own tongue poked out from behind his teeth, gliding along his lower lip and coating it in saliva. “Once, just once. I’ll never ask for anything ever again.”
Taking his fingers from your mouth, both pairs of eyes stuck on the string of saliva as you moved it back down to your clit to continue the road to your high. “You never ask anyways. What’s stopping you from taking it if you want it that bad?” His hips resumed their previous speed, thudding of his sweats against the back of your thighs dully echoing off the bathroom walls.
As your head fell back and you grabbed one hand on the counter and the other over his shoulder, Minho pondered your question for a moment, wondering why he had never taken the initiative to just kiss you. Surely, the single kiss he’d been craving was nothing in comparison to what the two of you had been doing for the past four months. The secret late night rendezvous in his bedroom, your apartment, his car, this very bathroom countless times, all done behind your friends’ backs. Your feelings of disdain towards Minho was a regular conversation in your friend group, his need to annoy you while simultaneously gaining your approval makes for the perfect set of mutual enemies– except you never gave him the praise he craved so desperately.
Minho wondered how he ended up here with you when just fifteen minutes ago you were nagging him for grabbing a new cup every time he wanted something else to drink. Though, he wasn’t in his head for too long when you clenched hard around him. His mouth dropped again to let out a moan and your fingers were instantly shoved down his throat, cutting off the moan and wrapping his lips around them. “That’s right, you can’t,” you whispered in his ear, coming back to the conversation. Low and sultry was your voice, making fun of him, “you can’t take what you want because I own you. You like when I tell you what to do. If I told you to cum right now, I bet you would.”
He whimpered at that, humming around your fingers and closing his eyes because the very mention of you letting him cum was enough to bring back his ruined orgasm, rearing its head at your taunting words. Licking your lips at his sudden switch, “yeah, I thought so. Finish me off and maybe I’ll let you cum.”
Two digits in his mouth sucking like his life depended on it, his own hand working your clit, Minho moved more calculated now. He kept his thrusts shallow but hard, rolling his hips with grace despite not having the mind to truly focus on his pleasure. But that was okay with him, the more he distracted himself by lapping his tongue around your fingers the closer he could get to bringing you to your needed relief, then he got his– maybe. Minho prayed you were in a giving mood.
To his benefit, Minho was wonderful with his fingers. It took him almost no time to bring back the tightening knot in your gut. Your legs wrapped around his waist and dug your heels into his back, keeping his so snug against your body he could barely move. Not that he needed to anymore, his fingers pressed so nicely into your clit that it made your orgasm erupt and wash through your body.
Just as you came down, cunt still convulsing in sensitivity, Minho whimpered again. Slipping your fingers out of his mouth, you came to pinch at his cheeks and make his lips pout. “Cum, pretty boy.”
Eyes locked on his blushing face, Minho’s thrusts increased up to the speed he needed to reach his blissful end. His own gaze traveled down to your lips, never straying as your tongue licked them again. Perhaps it was the way you let him use you, maybe it was how your pretty pink lips glistened, or it was the thrill of possibly getting caught that made Minho tip over the edge and finally spill into the condom with a deep, guttural sigh— to which you cupped your hand over his mouth again. That only prolonged his orgasm and made him melt into your touch.
Before he could fully recover, you were pushing him away and hopping off the counter, adjusting your skirt and fixing your makeup. It took Minho another few moments to realize you were about ready to open the door and his cock was still out, growing flaccid in the used condom. “W— wait,” he stumbled to tie off the condom and toss it in the trash, clumsily tucking himself into his sweats and reaching for your hand.
When you turned to face him, your expression was blank. Something inside Minho longed for that same face to shine for him, each time you looked at him he hoped he would find a glint of light. But even now, four months of the same “use me then leave me,” you didn’t show that.
His lack of words made you raise an eyebrow, “yeah?”
Minho didn’t know what he was asking for, he didn’t think that far ahead. “You called me pretty,” was the first thing he could think of.
Truth be told, he just wanted an excuse to keep talking to you. Sure, the two of you spoke when you were with your friends, but not as though you liked each other. It was unfiltered banter that was borderline rude. Minho enjoyed shit talking with you, he got a kick out of making you mad. But now, in this moment and with his horrible timing, he wanted something sweeter.
“I called you a pretty boy, not pretty. There’s a difference.” With that, you retracted your arm and left the bathroom, Minho dizzy and flushed with embarrassment.
The hangout was supposed to be a daytime thing, Hyunjin invited you and a few others over for some brunch. You, Hyunjin, Minho, Chan, and Jeongin scattered around the living room floor drinking shitty homemade mimosas turned into the five of you passing out in those same spots from more champagne than orange juice. When everyone was just about KO’d, that was when you woke up from
the need to use the restroom and Minho’s head resting on your shoulder. Immediately you had gotten up and left for the bathroom, that was how you ended up fucking and confusing him even more than he already was.
Returning back to your sleeping friends, the time had passed dramatically. Somehow, brunch had turned into the late afternoon and you were awake with Hyunjin snacking on whatever chips were out.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You were in there a long time. Sounded like you were in pain,” he asked, shoveling a handful of chips into his mouth.
“Cramps. Y’know how bad they can get,” you retorted.
“When I woke up, Minho was gone, too.” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, looking straight into your eyes, reading you. When all you replied with was, “oh?” he continued. “You really don’t like him, huh?”
“I don’t hate him if that’s what you’re asking.” That was a lie, one you didn’t want to have to explain to Hyunjin for what seemed to be the hundredth time. He’d just tell you the same thing, that Minho is an asshole to everyone and if you’d give him a chance you might actually like him. Even Chan and Jeongin began giving you the same speech as if it would’ve changed your mind somehow.
Hyunjin played off his interest in the heavy conversation by looking off into the distance, “that’s what you say, but don’t make any effort to be his friend.”
“He doesn’t make any effort with me, either. Why should I be the only one trying?” Pointing fingers was one of the things you hated the most, knowing they’ll always take his side. After all, Minho was here first, you were just the friend they met years too late.
As if he could feel your anger starting to boil, Hyunjin placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You know he didn’t mean it the way it was implied, but that doesn’t make it any easier to ignore. “I know. All I’m asking is you take it easy on him. He isn’t as thick skinned as the rest of us, especially when you come for his mimosa-making skills.”
The comment on his horrible measurements made you laugh, “please, you said it too! All champagne, no orange juice.” Hyunjin and your laughter made Minho reappear for the first time in hours, hours after your meeting in the bathroom. Your friend greeted Minho as he trudged to the refrigerator, grabbing a water bottle and sipping on it with the door still open.
He no longer sported the post nut glow but rather now his hair was styled and he wore a nice white button up with black slacks to accompany. To put it faintly, he dressed up nice. Why did you remember what he was wearing, anyway?
“Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” you murmured under your breath.
Whether Hyunjin heard you or chose to ignore you, he joked, “y’look like you just rose from the dead.”
The both of you watched Minho chug the water, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as the plastic crinkled in his hand. He didn’t respond upon finishing it, opting to finally close the fridge and toss the bottle into the trash first. “The devil, hm? Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
His eyes were trained on you, ignoring Hyunjin’s comment entirely while leaning forward onto the opposite side of the table. You stared right back at him, unamused. “You think of me? That’s sweet,” voice blank as a new canvas, not a hint of humor detected.
“What did I just say?” Hyunjin nudged your arm hard, shooting daggers with his eyes.
“What? Was that not nice?”
“Sarcasm isn’t nice.”
“It’s fine,” Minho cocked an eyebrow at you and pushed off the table hard enough to rock the vase of roses in the middle of it. The fresh flowers in an apartment belonging to two men was something you’d questioned multiple times, Minho would always make up a different excuse for keeping up with the maintenance and never give you a straight answer. “I was leaving anyway.” When Hyunjin asked where, he’d said the gym, stole a single rose from the vase, and left without another word. No, you didn’t care that he looked too good to be going to the gym.
“He’s so weird sometimes,” your best friend quipped, and all you could say was, “yeah.”
It was late into the night by the time you decided to leave Hyunjin’s place, Chan and Jeongin departing an hour or two earlier. It was routine for you to linger around and help clean up, something Hyunjin appreciated and didn’t go unacknowledged.
This time around, something in the air felt different. Hyunjin was clinging closer to your side, never truly letting you out of his sight as you paced around the house to tidy up. Even when you went to use the restroom again, he was ever so conveniently walking through the hallway as you exited. Ignoring it, you stalked back into the kitchen to finish the dishes. He’d followed you there too, wiping down the dining table even though there was nothing there to clean. From behind you, you could feel him staring. “I’m not a mind reader. What is it?”
The sound of him swallowing was extraordinarily loud, “you don’t always have to help me clean up.”
His statement was followed by you chuckling and placing the last dish to dry, leaning against the counter to face him. “What good am I if I don’t. Most of the time I’m making the mess anyways.”
It was meant to be light hearted, though the frown that fell upon Hyunjin’s face was anything but. He looked as though he debated if he should say what he wanted. “Don’t say that…” his voice sounded somewhat wounded, dropping even quieter when he uttered, “you’re so much more than you think.”
You were caught off guard, a deer in the headlights as he realized you were frozen in place. Hyunjin took a few long strides and caged you in against the counter, feeling suffocated despite him not actually touching you. The proximity was sort of new, you’d never been particularly touchy with him though that never stopped him from trying to hug you and cling to your side, to which was always welcomed but never initiated by you.
“You always stay. Even when you don’t need to,” he spoke hardly over a whisper despite there being no one else home. He was so close that you could feel his body heat, but not close enough to feel his skin. Just close enough to smell his spicy, woodsy cologne, to hear his ragged breathing. So close that you couldn’t stop from dragging your eyes down his face to stop on his lips, thick and pretty.
“How could you still be drunk?” The words were a lame attempt at labeling his actions as what you knew they weren’t. It became more obvious as he copied you in looking at your lips as well.
“You know I don’t drink. Tell me to stop.”
He was inches away now, centimeters, millimeters until he gently brushed his lips against yours. Hand coming to hold you in place by the hip, you let him lean deeper into the kiss and slot together nicely. It was nothing more than a close-lipped kiss, just pressing against one another gently, softly, sensually. All it was was a kiss, but it came electrically charged and you could feel the volts traveling through your fingertips. It short circuited you into locking an iron grip over the counter and the scene felt oddly familiar.
Hyunjin didn’t pull away until an echoed scoff from across the room broke his momentary bubble of bliss. There Minho stood leaning against the doorway with an unreadable blank expression. It was though the electricity you felt earlier sparked and caught aflame, your skin suddenly running a high fever. It was nothing to be embarrassed about, a kiss between two people. It would have been nothing if you hadn’t fucked one of the two men before you just earlier that day.
Minho’s hair was no longer carefully styled, slightly disheveled and the first two buttons of his shirt were undone. If it hadn’t been more obvious, you’d have asked why he was coming home just after midnight.
Your best friend tried to hide the goofy smile on his face, but failed miserably as he broke the silence. “Sorry. Uh— we were just—“
“Don’t care. But you know there’s quite a few rooms in this place that’s a bit more private. Maybe use those.” His words contradicted his demeanor, keeping his cold stare on your half hidden form behind his roommate. When the room went quiet again, Minho excused himself.
“I should go,” you finally spoke, fighting the urge to smile at Hyunjin and his disgustingly happy appearance.
Before you could act, he brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and leave you with a few more chaste, warm kisses. It was hard to remember the other person living in the house when Hyunjin was holding you so delicately, fragile like you’d break. There was an intention behind every move he made, meant to make you melt. And it worked.
Hyunjin let you leave after a while longer, walking out the front door with a stupidly large grin. Though you’d only gotten a few steps towards the elevator before the door was opening again.
Hushed, Minho called your name. You stopped without turning around, his voice killing the few giddy, teenage-feeling minutes you’d had with Hyunjin. His light footsteps padded around so he stood in front of you, still dressed in what he’d left in. “What the hell just happened?”
“Not sure what you mean.” Another lie. It was clear as day what was being referred to, though the statement was just that.
“You kissed him.”
“He kissed me.”
“And you kissed him back. Why?” Minho’s brows now furrowed and you could see his nostrils flaring. You would’ve been happy to explain that you were caught off guard, it felt nice to feel wanted in a way that wasn’t implied to be sexual, Hyunjin was just so kind to you. There would’ve been no issue except when Minho came in closer, you caught a hint of an all too floral perfume for it to be his. Then you noticed that the necklace adorning his neck was completely backwards, pendant hanging behind him and the clasp at the front, also the few buttons showed off too much of his chest and his ears matched his swollen lips in color.
An unintentionally harsh scoff came from your mouth, “I don’t think you have the right to be questioning me about a kiss when it looks like you’ve had a pretty eventful night yourself.” Eyeing him dramatically up and down, you moved to step around him. Though, Minho was quick to grab your arm.
“I didn’t fuck anyone if that’s what you’re insinuating.” You raised an unconvinced eyebrow. “I gotta get my kisses somewhere,” he admitted. And for some reason, there was a slight pang in your chest. No, you didn’t care that he kissed someone else.
Tugging your arm from his grasp, “still doesn’t make sense for you to come running after me. Do I make you that desperate?”
“Yeah,” Minho deadpanned. Your sarcasm didn’t reach him, his tone was too serious. It stopped you from moving away when all you wanted to do was escape. “Why will you kiss him and not me?”
“You always want what you can’t have.” Truthful answer, possibly too truthful to be having this conversation in the hallway just a few paces from where Hyunjin was. Either way, Minho was taken aback for a moment from the sudden personal analysis. When he didn’t respond, you kept pressing. “I’m right, aren’t I? You fucked me before you kissed me and you’re starting to regret it because now you can’t get enough. You started this puzzle and there’s only one piece missing.”
His lip quivered at your words, cutting him deep in the heart neither of you realized could even bleed. For once, Minho was left speechless. His mind raced too quickly for his mouth to speak, and at the same time too overwhelmed in emotion to process a single thought.
“Th— that’s not—“
“I think it is.” The basis for this hallway conversation irked something in you, rubbed you entirely the wrong way. In all four months you and Minho had been hooking up, never did you think anything would have made your head spin more than everything that had happened today. You started the day off so nicely, getting drunk with your friends— minus Minho— by 1 p.m., then got secretly fucked and fucked well, watched your no-strings-attached leave for a date after said fucking, was kissed by your hot best friend who has clearly been crushing on you, witnessed your fuck buddy coming home from aforementioned date smelling like Victoria’s Secret, now he was acting out because you won’t kiss him. And for all those reasons, you couldn’t shut up.
“You’re unsatisfied no matter how many times I make you cum, which is a lot. You pull me away from my friends and call me at ungodly hours because you need relief when we both know I can’t give it to you— or won’t. A good movie with a mean cliffhanger. Edging yourself before exploding because you know it’ll feel so damn good when you finally peak. A pretty little masochist.”
Rise and fall of his heavy breath was all to be heard, gears in his head visibly turning and all the more amusing to watch. “You won’t kiss me because you know if you do, I won’t want you anymore.”
Fight and win, your brain told you. It screamed at you to not back down, don’t let him see the emotional slash in your chest from the bluntness of his words— as if you didn’t just rip him a new one a few breaths ago.
“Always want what you can’t have.” If the sudden lack of confidence in your voice didn’t expose your hurt, the watering of your eyes did. What a traitor, your body is.
“Why not just kiss me and finally get rid of me?”
“I like making you sweat.”
“You’re selfish.”
“So are you. Didn’t you just come from a date because I won’t kiss you? Two peas in a pod.”
“I hate you.”
“You hate that I’m right.”
“All this over a kiss.”
“A kiss you’re still begging for.”
“Give me one reason not to act like you don’t exist after this.”
“I think this conversation is reason enough. Holding out on you works, doesn’t it?” Keep cool, don’t let him in, much easier said in your head than done. It felt like you hadn’t blinked in the few breaths it's taken to one-up him with the way tears threatened to fall. Minho was always quick witted, just your luck you were even quicker. “When you’re a slut for pain, the line between pain and pleasure gets a little blurred. But you already know that.”
Steam was practically shooting out from his ears, tinted red with anger now that you’d been strumming the chords of his emotions with a rigid hand. It was too easy to rile him up, and him you. Times like these made you wonder if Minho was truly the masochist in your fucked up situationship.
“You’re a real bitch.”
“Then delete my number. Go ahead. It won’t hurt me as much as not getting to know what it feels like to kiss me will hurt you.” An empty threat, one you thought he would fall to his knees for. An empty threat Minho took worth his weight in gold.
He’d left you in the hallway right after that, taking up on your offer and deleting your number. That same night, you’d slept better than you did most nights, tummy fluttering at the kiss with your best friend and shoulders free of suffocating weight. Not that you even noticed the lack of communication, Hyunjin had easily taken up the minor attention you paid to Minho in the past four months. It was easy to melt into him and forget the squabble with his roommate even happened.
Minho hadn’t contacted you in weeks, avoiding you every time you were at his and Hyunjin’s apartment and all together refusing to be in the same room as you. Hyunjin and your other friends chalked it up to simply the two of you coming to terms you weren’t going to get along. Oh, how little did they know that was far from true. If they found out that you and Minho shared more chemistry than any of your feeble brains could begin to comprehend, that you knew just which of his buttons to push and yours for him to shove over the deep end— well, you might just have to move far, far away.
Not seeing Minho around the house only made room for Hyunjin to become more affectionate with you, kissing you from the living room all the way to the washing machine at the end of the hall. He kissed you anywhere you’d let him, for however long you’d allow.
Little did you know Minho was clawing his eardrums from his head every time you were over. He hid himself in his room at the mere sound of your voice, calling out to his roommate so sweetly. It made his throat burn. Minho would lock his door and not come out for hours, resorting to stocking up on snacks and water just so he wouldn’t have to leave unless to use the bathroom. Even in those times when he did need to, he moved quiet as a cat and prayed to any god that would listen that you wouldn’t see him.
It had been two months since you established a routine with Hyunjin, spending weekdays at yours and sleeping in every weekend in his bed. Being with him was easy, maybe too easy. You don’t give it any thought when you woke up on a random Saturday morning to the sleeping man next to you, giving him a kiss on his bare shoulder and getting up to make breakfast.
By that point, you’d forgotten anyone else even lived here, jumping at the sound of the front door opening and shutting. Stupidly, your hand slammed onto the hot pan that you were using to cook pancakes. Before you could turn around to see who came into the house— like you didn’t know who took up the extra room— you let out a painful yelp at the searing of your skin on the burning metal.
Footsteps hurriedly came to your aid, closing in on you but staying hidden behind. As if the smell of him didn’t give him away, Minho didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to, you could point out the clean linen and pine needles from a mile away.
He took your wounded hand and led you over to the sink, running it under cold water. Though, even after aiding your hand, Minho didn’t let go. He kept your wrist in his grip but a hard gaze on the burn, refusing to meet your confused face. The silence in the room was deafening, only the sound of the running water drowning out your rapid heart beat. You were sure if Minho concentrated hard enough, he could hear it too.
“Stupid, how could you do this?” He murmured under his breath. It was an accident, Minho hadn’t meant to speak to you at all let alone be holding you the way he was.
Hearing his voice for the first time in months since your argument, it stunned you. Until the sound of the goddamn pan began searing your breakfast. “The pancakes are burning.”
Reluctant, Minho let go of your arm to turn off the stove only to open the freezer and grab an ice pack, returning to your side closer now. He shut off the water and gently maneuvered to dry your hand and place the ice pack on the burn.
Gentle in the way he handled you, almost caring that it made you temporarily lose sight of why you disliked him in the first place. For a brief moment, you couldn’t see your best friend’s roommate that always went out of his way to tease and pick on you. He wasn’t the asshole that made jokes about your difficult personality or lack of a significant other. In this light, Minho looked somewhat brighter, maybe a little handsome with his freshly washed hair and clothes that seemed to be from the night before. Though, he smelled like himself, not the sickly sweet perfume that was engraved in the back of your mind.
“You don’t sleep here anymore.”
“Is that a question?” His voice was barely above a whisper, trying to touch you as little as possible now.
“No. An observation.”
“You’re looking for me? That’s sweet.” Familiar. Those words felt familiar for some reason. So did being with him now, in a strange and twisted way.
“Where do you go?”
“So many questions for someone who wants nothing to do with me.” Your throat ran dry suddenly. Not in those exact words, but you knew it was implied when you told him to stop contacting you. Maybe you felt a bit guilty, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, it had to have been partially your fault he wasn’t sleeping in his own bed. “Been sleeping at Chan’s place.”
“Why?”
“Just giving the happy couple their space.”
“Hyunjin and I aren’t a couple.”
“No? So you kiss all your friends the way you kiss him?”
Words usually come easy to you, but not now. Minho felt different, he wasn’t pining but he also wasn’t teasing. He was simply stating facts. “I haven’t fucked him yet.”
“I get it, you only fuck people you don’t kiss. Then kiss people you don’t fuck. Makes perfect sense.” It seemed he was getting annoyed now, taking your free hand and replacing his to hold the ice pack and walking back towards the fridge. You watched him grab breakfast contents and situate himself at the dining table.
“I don’t know what you want from me.” The half assed response made Minho slam his fist onto the table. Roses that used to bring a refreshing sight in the room were now withered and dead, petals falling even more when the wooden table shook under his hand.
“You knew exactly what I wanted. Then told me to shove it up my ass.”
“I never said—“
“Oh, baby. You did. Maybe not verbatim but you definitely did.”
That one stung. Point made, you had nothing else to say, neither did he. Ice on your wound, ice in his heart, ice in your eyes, you returned to Hyunjin’s warm bed to bring your body back to normal temperature. Breakfast was overrated anyways. No, you weren’t about to cry over this man who only wanted to prove you wrong.
It felt right being in Hyunjin’s bed, safe, carefree. Which is why you spent all day in it, the both of you deciding to have a lazy weekend. Having to go home after that to an empty home made you miss his presence. You craved it at this point, feeling like you weren’t entirely breathing until he was beside you again. How had you gone through all that time as just friends, you weren’t sure.
Sunday nights were always the worst. The reminder of the previous Friday’s untouched chores only made you not want to do them even more. When your phone dinged, it made you smile to see a text from him asking if you’d gotten home safe. This is what it was supposed to feel like, it’s supposed to be easy.
So you replied sweetly, thanking him for another wonderful weekend and putting your phone down to charge and change. A minute later, you’d hardly been able to strip your pants off by the time your phone dinged again. Only this time, Minho’s name was at the top of your screen.
>> Open the door.
Knock, knock. You nearly jumped out of your skin, taking a second to regain your composure before forgoing your shorts and heading towards the door. Even though you knew who was behind it, you peaked through the peephole anyway to see Minho running his hands through his hair and mindlessly adjusting his clothes. It was funny to see him so helpless for the few seconds you could.
“Y/N, c’mon. I heard you walk up to the door.” Letting out a deep sigh, you unlocked the door and opened it. Revealed before you, Minho looked even more scattered than you’d realized. There were bags under his usually bright eyes, which looked even more sunken now. It seemed he’d been in a rush to leave, dressed in his house shorts and a worn-in shirt. Though, he held one rose in his hand, fresh and beautifully bloomed. “Is your hand okay?”
When you didn’t respond, Minho attempted to step into your apartment but you shot your arm up to block the entrance. It seemed to have taken him back, eyes growing wide that you denied him entry. “Let me in.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“Music to my ears, but still no.” He let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his palms over his eyes. Since when had they been so glossy?
“Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?” You could see the ever so slight stubble on his chin and above his lip. Clearly, he hadn’t been taking care of himself.
“My hand is fine.” Trying to close the door on him was a mistake. He was much stronger than you and managed to overpower you to push his way through, not that you put up much of a fight.
You trudged into your living room, running a hand through your hair in exasperation. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” It came out as a whine, tired and overwhelmed.
Closing the door behind him, Minho kicked off his shoes and came further into your home, meaning he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. He stared down at the rose as he looked for the right way to bring up what he’d been stewing about all weekend. Your last conversation confirmed something for him, that you thought about him. Now, whether you meant to or were just trying to make small talk didn’t matter. At least, not to Minho. It was more than enough for the walls he’d rebuilt to come crashing down at the ever so slight glimpse that you cared more than you were letting on.
Opening his mouth to speak, then quickly closing it again, it took him another few silent moments to find the right words. “Was I always just “girl problems” to you?”
That was a new one. His choice of wording was a curveball, you were confused by the metaphor. Reading your quizzical expression, he elaborated. “The last time we… you know,” Minho lightly bumped a closed fist against the inside of his palm awkwardly. The way he tiptoed around saying you’d had sex was somewhat endearing, his mouth much less vulgar now that he’d calmed down. “The last time, you called me “girl problems” when Hyunjin almost caught us.”
“I still don’t get it.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you moved to sit on the armrest of the couch and look up at him. Minho being in your home made you too antsy to relax fully. The only thing keeping him from meeting your stare was the rose in his hand, twisting it in his fingers anxiously until he set it down on to the coffee table.
“Was it just… sex… to you?” He dropped his fidgeting hands to his sides, shoulders slumping forward in defeat. “Was I just sex to you?”
There it was. The intimacy you so desperately tried to avoid and thought you’d done so successfully. You’d thought with Hyunjin apart of the bigger picture now, it’d send Minho on his way. Somewhere along the way you missed the big, bold signs that screamed at you to turn tail and run. When could it have happened? It couldn’t have been when you were hurling insults at each other like no one’s business, and surely not when you made him cum in his pants at a party because he was too desperate to wait— though that was a rather definitive moment in your situationship, proving how pliable he had the potential to be.
Where the sudden emotions were coming from, you truly had no clue.
You tried hard to not laugh in his face. Not because the situation was funny at all, but rather the timing. “Why are you doing this now?”
“Answer the question.”
“Do you really want that?”
He fell quiet, even more than before. Eyes locking onto yours, you could see the gloss beginning to grow watery and his ears burn a brighter shade of red. If self-inflicted pain could’ve been personified, it’d be Minho. Lips slightly quivering and holding up his body from falling to the floor, it’d been like you personally deflated the oxygen from his lungs. But still, he pressed. “Is it still just sex?”
“Was it ever for you?” The tables were turned now. His eyes grew wide and mouth slightly dropped, though he regained his composure quickly.
“At first. But you already knew that.”
You knew where this conversation was going. His thoughts were written all over his face, bold, italicized, and underlined. “You have the worst timing. That or you just don’t want me to be happy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Minho’s voice raised slightly.
“You had months to confess— or whatever it is you’re doing now. But you waited until someone else came in and swept me off my feet.”
As much as that’s how it seemed on the surface, your words just weren’t true. Minho didn’t have months because he didn’t know what it was he was feeling until he saw you with Hyunjin. He stayed up so many nights trying to decipher the searing hot sting in his heart whenever you’d leave him lonely.
Though, thinking about your words more deeply— leaving a silent staring contest between the two of you— Minho knew you were right on some level. From
your perspective, it was like he was trying to sabotage you. Selfish is the right word. Guilt plays a small part as well, but mostly Minho’s selfishness, wanting to keep you all for himself.
“You never gave me the chance,” he tried to defend himself.
“That’s bullshit and you know it. If you wanted me, you would’ve stopped treating me like I was nothing.” Your voice wasn’t louder than normal, the way you spoke was much too calm for Minho, who had to practically swallow his voice to keep from cracking.
“Then what about you? You weren’t much of a saint, either.”
“I’m not the one showing up at your house to confess my feelings.”
“No, you’re just there to fuck me then kiss my roommate.”
The same argument was growing tiresome, you were exhausted of your energy to fight him anymore. Toying with the hem of your shirt, you rubbed your forehead into your palm to distract from the annoyance bubbling in your chest. Somehow Minho always made your temper become cut in half, pissing you off to no end. But still, you always let him get away with it.
Maybe it had something to do with how cute he was when he pouted, or tilted his head at you like a cat when he wanted something. Then there was the way he’d bit the inside of his cheek and make mindless kissy noises whenever he cooked. His face always lit up the brightest when he’d share pictures of his cats with your friends, talking about them like they were human. You’d only ever caught slight glimpses of those pictures from over shoulders, Minho had never given you the privilege of showing you exclusively. No, those moments were reserved for people he actually liked.
The thoughts of how sweet he could be plagued your mind, it became an invasive species in a matter of minutes all because he just couldn’t leave you alone.
“Then why are you here?” You pleaded now, tired of having to pry straight answers out of him.
“Because I want both!” He yelled now, frustrated and sad and helplessly enamored with someone who doesn’t want him.
Blinking slowly, you let your head fall towards your lap again, “always want what you can’t have.”
“And why can’t I? Because you won’t give it to me,” he stalked closer to you, invading your space and gaining your attention again. “Yeah, I wanted to undress you. I wanted to fuck you with no repercussion and I didn’t want anyone knowing. I also didn’t want anyone knowing how fucking insane you make me, driving me up the wall every time I so much as look at your stupid, annoyingly cute face.”
He dropped bomb after bomb of information on you, threw you head first into the deepest part of his emotional abyss. And even when you were drowning, struggling to swim, he sealed your fate with weights tied to your ankles and let you sink.
“Wanting to fuck you turned into wanting to kiss you, wanting to hold your hand, cook you dinner, maybe ever wear those stupid matching couples outfits. I wanted to impress you, letting you fuck me and just hoped you’d eventually feel the same. You shot me down every single time and yet, it’s still all I want. And the shitty part about all of it?” His voice strained momentarily, catching you off guard and looking into his eyes. “I’m telling you all of this and you still won’t want to kiss me.”
On the verge of tears, Minho fell to his knees in front of you, staring at the floor. His cheeks were pink, hair fallen over his eyes in attempt to hide the gloss over them. And it made your heart wrench.
Seeing him so completely bare before you, heart laid beneath your feel and soul wide open, there was no way you could deny him. You wanted to take him, eat him whole so he could live within you forever. The very fact that he made you feel that way only made you hate him even more. Why couldn’t you breathe? Why were your hands shaking? Why did you want to take him into your arms and whisper sweet nothings in his ear until he couldn’t remember why he was sad in the first place?
If Minho was selfish, what did that make you?
“Show me.” His head shot up, looking at you like you’d spontaneously grown a second head.
“What?”
“You wanted to impress me. Do it.” In a split second, Minho was on his feet again, inches away from you. He moved slowly, as if scared you’d run away again.
You couldn’t look away from his face, deep brown eyes that could never truly look into yours were now locked. Minho almost didn’t blink, probably thinking you’d disappear. From what you could see, he was battling with himself. To give in and get what he’s always wanted, but for how long? He knew this, you knew this. Time is of the essence and was wearing thinner and thinner along with his self control. How dare you ask this of him. How dare you dangle yourself on a string in his face, just out of reach. How dare you look at him like he was your entire world— because you are his. How dare you be so beautifully cruel.
Unrushed, Minho ran his fingertips over the tops of your hands, untangling them from the hem of your shirt. Then running them slowly up your arms and raising goosebumps until he came to your neck. He’d touched you so many times before, yet this felt entirely new. Gently did he wrap both hands around your neck, not applying any pressure but just holding you. He lingered there for a second, eyes darting down to your lips before licking his own, then coming up to cup your jaw.
He moved with purpose, every caress of his thumb against your cheek getting you to not pay any attention to how you involuntarily opened your legs so he could step between them. Everything around you felt warm, the air, your clothes, the voices in your head screaming bloody murder at you to get away.
But he stopped there, unmoving now that you couldn’t get away. “What are you waiting for?” You whispered, hand coming up to tug at the bottom of his shirt.
“For you to tell me I can.” His admittance made your heart leap and stomach flip. Even when he was feeling so emotional and overwhelmed, Minho never took from
you what you wouldn’t give. And he seemed unsure of whether the words he chose were the right ones.
“Kiss me.”
You almost fell back at the sheer force behind his lips as they crashed into you. It was hungry for a second, ravaging you so intensely that you had to hold onto his arms just to keep steady. But he’d caught himself, pulling back to look at you with a small grin before diving back in this time gentler. His lips felt as you’d imagined them, smooth, plush, encapsulating and drawing you in deeper every time you slotted against him. It wasn’t before long his tongue ran along your bottom lip, asking for entrance.
When you gave it to him, his hands moved into your hair, not tugging but rather just anchoring himself to you. Minho let out a small moan into your mouth and bent at the knees to change the angle. Letting go of your hair, his next target became your legs. His strong grip slipped under your thighs and hoisted you up, out of instinct you wrapped them around his waist. It felt like second nature to him, the walk to your bedroom. Only now, he was able to do the thing he’d only ever imagined.
He kept his lips against yours as he used his foot to push open the door. Even as he set you down on your back and hovered over you, as he stripped your clothes then his, as you reached between your bodies to stroke his hard cock. Never once did Minho allow for your lips to part other than a few seconds to breathe. Now that he had a taste of it, your lips, he was addicted. And there was no way he was letting you go.
“H— hold on,” he murmured against you, grabbing your hand to stop the motions on his dick. You looked at him, panting and as red in the face as you were sure you were, too, concerned he’d changed his mind.
There was no way in hell that was the case. Minho pressed one more reassuring kiss to your lips before cascading down your neck, between your breasts, and across your stomach until he came to your core. With both hands, he spread your legs and held them open wide. He stared at your cunt like it was lost ancient treasure, awestruck.
“So wet, baby. Did kissing me do this to you?” One finger ran through your folds, collecting your arousal just to smear it around.
You whined into his touch a weak, “yes.” It spurred him on to use two fingers, rubbing tight, slow circles into your clit.
His thoroughness usually would have pleased you, but laying on your back and not having him smothering you in kisses, your own thoughts were starting to overtake the sensual atmosphere. What would Hyunjin think if he could see you now?
“Such a good kisser,” voice airy, you spoke, “what else can you do?” A challenging smirk played along his lips. Keeping his eyes on you, Minho let just his tongue run up your slit. A loud, lewd moan escaped you, tossing your head back into the pillows and grabbing for his hair.
He chuckled into your pussy, vibrations causing your hips to jolt up into his face. Oh, how sweet you sounded at his mercy. Though, he knew it was the other way around. You were using him, telling him to suck while you used the grip on his roots to grind against his lovely face. Yet Minho loved every second of it, in fact, he got off on it. His hips were pressing into the bed so harshly that the dryness of the fabric might’ve hurt if he wasn’t leaking so much precum. They rutted into the sheets in time with your own. But as you got nearer to your peak, evident in how loud you were moaning and your feet planting onto the bed to open up the angle, Minho forced himself to shove his own high back down. He couldn’t come yet, he still had so much to prove.
So he let you come all over his face, let your legs clamp around him and wonderfully suffocate him in your pussy, drowning in the way his name rolled off your tongue. Even as you came down from your high, your legs twitched in the aftermath which was more than a compliment to Minho. He came back up, still kissing every inch of your skin as he fell into your lips again. You could taste yourself, smell your own scent and you could understand why he was so fond of letting you trap him.
“Such a good boy,” you could barely say because he couldn’t keep his lips off you. But he’d heard it loud and clear and whined at the praise, verbally whined. It was high pitched and minorly suppressed. How cute, you thought. “My good boy.”
Minho practically melted at the possessiveness, whimpering louder. “I can be better,” he stared at you with glossy eyes again, nodding as if to convince himself.
“Yeah? Gonna fuck me good? I don’t know how you can top yourself, baby.” He pouted his thick lips and sat back, bending your knees to kiss at some more. He peppered along the insides of your thighs then slung them over his shoulders, taking his cock in hand.
Not bothering to work himself up any more, he was only able to push himself through your folds two or three times before prodding his thick cockhead at your entrance. But he paused, hiding his face in the crook of your knee while simultaneously side eyeing you, waiting for permission. “Oh, pretty baby. Go ahead. Show me how much you love me.”
The L-word. It slipped from your mouth before your conscious could tell you no. But it seemed to have a better effect on Minho than anticipated. Because instead of pushing into you roughly and taking what he needed, he slowly let himself feel you, memorizing every inch of your walls as if it was his first time in you.
Your jaw dropped as he bottomed out, loving the feeling of him filling you entirely. “Made for me,” he whined, “so warm. Love this, love your pussy. Love you.”
Minho was rambling now. His eyes closed and head fell back, but you were suddenly missing the contact of his skin, reaching for his arm to pull him back down into a wet, sloppy kiss. Tongues slipped around and made a mess of one another’s faces, not that either of you minded. Minho was numb to anything except your hot cunt sucking him in and your sweet lips saying everything he wanted to hear.
“Move,” you prompted him after a few moments of calming the initial overwhelming sensation.
Hands gripping into the tops of your thighs, Minho let his body weight fall more onto you, pushing his cock into parts you didn’t think could be reached. The tip pressed against your sweet spot, lewdly moaning out his name again at the feeling. He whined alongside you, pulling out gently and rocking back into you hard. It was dizzying, to say the least. You were already light headed and pleasantly suffocating from the intensity of his thrusts.
Only the sound of skin on skin filled the room besides your combined noises, probably pissing off your neighbors. But that didn’t matter, couldn’t matter when he was fucking you so good.
What made this different than all the other times, though? Just letting him kiss you couldn’t have changed the entire dynamic, could it? What were his kisses laced with that it made you go absolutely stupid? You’re supposed to hate him, he’s supposed to hate you. That’s how it’s always been no matter how many times he’s between your legs. So why were you loving this?
“Ohh— god— gonna cum,” Minho’s voice shook as he pounded into you.
“No, hold it,” you instructed, pushing his upper body back to sit up. He whimpered even louder at that, but did as told. When you moved so he’d slip out, an even bolder whine echoed, and not from you.
“Such a big baby. Don’t I always reward you?” You motioned for him to lay down, to which he flopped into the pillows.
“Not without making me work for it.” He watched as you moved to straddle him, automatically reaching for your hips. When you threw one leg over his lap and turned your back to him, he immediately moved to grip your ass.
“That’s half the fun isn’t it?” You reached between your legs and angled his cock to slip into you again. You’d only been able to roll your hips a few times before his hands traveled up your torso, wrapping around as he sat up. “You love doing as you’re told because I tell you whatever you want to hear.”
His chin rested on your shoulder and you let your full weight sink onto him, pressing lightly on the sweet spot inside you. Then his hand moved down to your lower stomach and pressed, pushing the spot harder into his cock. It made you cry out and arch into his chest. He took advantage of your weakened form, taking you with him to lay back down. You had no choice but to relax against his chest, his hands were doing wonders to soothe you, occasionally tweaking your nipples or flicking your clit. Minho kept you like this, flat on top of him while he buried his face in your neck and relished in the feeling of your cunt clenching around him.
“What do I want to hear now?”
He was beckoning you, reeling out the words he so desperately wanted you to say. “You’re so good, so good to me.” Minho planted his feet onto the bed and guided your feet to rest on his knees. You felt exposed like this, if anyone were to walk in, they’d see his cock balls deep in your pussy.
He thrusted up once, nice and hard, getting you to moan again and search for his hands to hold. “Not exactly, but close enough.” It was light hearted, though semi loaded.
“You don’t get to make demands of me, baby. Be a good boy and make me feel good. Don’t you wanna cum, too?” It didn’t dawn on Minho until you mentioned being able to come, that he wasn’t wearing a condom. It made his hips stutter for a second and slightly release his hold on you. You could feel his hesitation now, “I'm on the pill. I just never told you.”
Minho laughed into your hair, a pained and exasperated laugh. “You’ve been on the pill this whole time? Really were holding out on me.”
Your back arched against him as he moved at a bone crushing pace, thrusting up into you as his strong arms kept you tight against his chest. All you could do was lie there and take it, take the mind hazing fucking and tell him what a good job he was doing. That’s what you did, mindlessly muttering things along the line of, “my good boy, so big and so strong. Knows how to fuck me so good. You like my pussy, baby? It’s all for you.”
He hid himself in your neck, whimpering and moaning against the hot skin as you both melted into one another, a sweaty, sticky mess with limbs so tangled you couldn’t tell what belonged to who— only that it was his fingers were now rubbing delicious figures into your bundle of nerves.
It was getting harder to keep your own orgasm at bay, you couldn’t begin to imagine how he was feeling with one already being denied. You turned your head to the side, cupping his cheek and forcing him to kiss you again. The arm he had around your torso tightened and brought you impossibly closer to his chest, speeding up his fingers and making you convulse around him. It was maddening how much control you had over him, your nails digging into the tops of his hands while the other reached back to lock into his hair felt like he was on cloud nine. A twisted, sick sort of pain that could only have been made pleasurable by you.
“Don’t stop— don’t— gonna cum,” you cried out, clawing at any part of him you could, eventually settling on holding his hand again. It felt grounding in such an intense moment.
“Let me— please let me!” Minho was just as lost in the feeling as you were, unable to say anything else besides pleas and your name.
Fingers not ceasing its attack on your clit, you pulsed and clenched tightly around him in a grand finale. Your orgasm hit you so quickly that you’d barely managed to give him permission to come with you.
“Oh god— I love you,” Minho whimpered in your ear, followed by a deep groan from his chest as he was milked by your convulsing cunt.
You felt limp, unable to process anything. The warmth of his seed was something calming in the pit of your stomach, like a hand warmer on a winter night. You couldn’t stop spasming and pulsing around him even after the orgasm passed, stringing overstimulated whines from the man under you. His hand moved away from your clit to join his other in wrapping around you, letting the two of you tilt to the side to spoon in a warm embrace.
It was quiet for a while as you both caught your breath. He didn’t pull away nor pull out, fully enjoying the intimate moment. Minho smiled into your hair and sweetly kissed the skin of your shoulder, neck, arm, anywhere and everywhere he could without having to let you go. And you liked it, a lot more than you wish you did.
As much as you wished you could’ve stayed there with him, frozen in time, the real world was staring you in the face— or more like the picture of you and Hyunjin on your nightstand was staring at you. Damn that stupid present he’d given you on your last birthday, and damn the sentiment behind it.
Minho didn’t seem to notice your lapse in emotional presence, too distracted by your body warmth. He reached to your cheek and begged for another kiss, which you gave willingly. It was a softer kiss, sensual and caring the longer he pressed himself against you.
How worrying that was.
You almost sighed in relief when he asked to use your shower. Maybe that meant he’d leave soon, or maybe he’d stay the night. He’s never done that before, who knows where things would go. Either way, you couldn’t figure out the sick feeling in your stomach, just that you wanted it to go away and Minho was wonderful at distracting you.
He didn’t shower without cleaning you up first, gently pulling out and holding your legs up to your chest to minimize any spillage. Coming back with wet wipes, he gently cleaned you up and wiped down your body, taking his leave to the bathroom and letting you rest. In an un-Minho-like fashion, he even offered to help bathe you later if you felt up for it. The polite offer stunned you for another second before nodding and giving him a tired smile.
As soon as the bathroom door shut, you looked over at the picture on your nightstand and laid it face down. Another few minutes before the shower began to run allowed for the guilt and shame to bubble in your chest again, making you get up and look for your long forgotten phone.
Slipping on a shirt— you didn’t know whose— you’d found your phone in the living room on the couch. There were some other unimportant notifications, a few missed texts, and one missed facetime call.
Clicking on his name, you read his messages with a somber feeling.
>> Finally found my missing hoodie! It was in the drawer with your clothes. Did you think you could hide it from me? :p
>> Come back, my bed feels empty without you
Your fingers shook over the keyboard, unsure of if you should even respond. It was so late into the night, would it make sense for you to be replying now? Did that matter? You could always say you just happened to wake up, reply, then fall back asleep.
The flower on your coffee table was just a reminder of all the ways you’d messed up. If you thought Minho hated you before, how much worse could it get? “I hate roses.”
<< I miss you too hyune <3 can I see you tomorrow?
No, you weren’t selfish. You’re worse than that.
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A/N: that’s the end of this miniseries!!! it took me soooo so so sooo long but i hope this last part was sorta worth the wait :,) if u haven’t given this album a listen yet, i recommend u do!! it’s one of my personal favorites and i think it really does well in describing these sucky situationships.
anyways, feedback is always always always! appreciated :3
#stray kids smut#It Was Good Until It Wasn’t#stray kids fanfic#stray kids#lee know fic#lee minho smut#lee minho angst#lee know smut#lee know angst#lee minho x reader#lee minho x y/n#lee minho x you#lee minho fluff#skz smut#stray kids angst#skz angst#skz fanfic#skz scenarios#stray kids fluff#skz fluff#Spotify
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lani🥵
#kehlani#tsunami mob#it was good until it wasn’t#blue water road#kehlani parrish#black r&b artist#rnbmusic#r&b singer#black celebs#black female artist#lgbtq#gay artist#cloud 19#sweet sexy savage
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Swimming with a Pisces every night
Ain’t really that deep, but he deep inside
#it’s the way you drink it all like you’re thirsty#kehlani#water#it was good until it wasn’t#hot#Spotify
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I forgot how amazing this album is🔥🔥🔥🔥
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#in my humble opinion#this is my opinion#that joe wanted a bride#wanted someone to settle and taylor did not want that#And he really couldn’t ‘handle’ her shine or her drive#he probably really enjoyed that honeymoon phase of having secret moments and no one knowing and when taylor didn’t want to remain hidden he#didn’t like it#it was good until it wasn’t#and taylor realized she can’t accomdate his fears and she had to put her foot down#anyways. hope the best for both of them#even the wet sock
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#bookstagram#kindle#obsessed#happy reading#kindlepaperwhite#kindleunlimited#goodreads#booktok#this shit is crazy#meh#not a fan#jeneva rose#the perfect marriage#it was good until it wasn’t
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Fellas is it gay to kneel between your friend’s legs and beg him with tears in your eyes to pause the mission, just temporarily, so that one no one in your party dies in the effort? Is it gay to plead with him and tell him that you’re afraid to lose him, that all 3 of them matter to you, but that your fate is ultimately in his hands?? Fellas????
#catch me shipping all the dunmeshi ships idgaf THEY’RE ALL GOOD#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#chilchuck tims#laios touden#chilaios#i was so certain that somebody had to have made a post about this by now and NOBODY HAS???#like trigger follows the manga but they EMPHASIZED the angles on how close chilchuck is between laios’ legs#i wasn’t even thinking of them in a shippy light until this scene#chilchuck#laios dungeon meshi#chilchuck dungeon meshi#chilchuck x laios#laios x chilchuck#neo queen serenity’s posts
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the long way down job is such an important turning point in eliot & parker’s relationship bc they’d both been viewing the things they have in common as fairly negative: they’ve both been told that they’re cold and ruthless and dangerous and they know those things are true. so when they’ve recognised themselves in each other, it’s been a sense of "the thing that’s wrong with me is a lot like the thing that’s wrong with you". and there’s comfort in that, in a way. but now eliot gets parker to see that maybe those aren’t all negative traits, they’re just… traits. neutral. it doesn’t make them bad or good, it makes them who they are. and now when they see themselves reflected in each other, it’s not a reminder that they’re wrong and bad - it’s kinship, it’s familiarity, it’s belonging.
#leverage#eliot spencer#parker#parker leverage#the long way down job#leverageposting#wren speaks#they’ve bonded over being different (shameful) but now they’re bonding over being different (neutral)#and eliot has clearly had to come a long way btwn s3 and s4 to make that realisation & we see parker have that realisation…#listening to episode commentary makes me Have Emotions like oh parker has felt like she wasn’t good enough to have a family until now. oh.#oh they recognise similar traits in each other and act different when it’s just them bc they don’t bother w the facade of humanity#and she hasn’t been able to talk to anyone about morality until now but eliot Understands in a way the others can’t#and she’s just now finally realising that she is worthy of hardison & she’s capable of a relationship which she was worried she wouldn’t be#okay. alright. ow my heart
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CAN I — j.m
pairing jj maybank x fem!reader
summary the more you drown in each other, the harder it is for you and jj to respect the boundary that is 'friends with benefits.' (based on the song "can i" by kehlani)
warnings 18+, pretty much all smut lmao, unprotected sex, smidge of sub!jj, creampie, overstimulation, squirting, language, oral (m. receiving and mentions of f. receiving), filming of a sex tape, some fluff bc i can't resist when it comes to soft jj
author's note sorry if there's any typos lmao i had grammarly on but it stays doing me dirty
series ;; jj masterlist
find the song here!
this shit's so good, so be illegal
need round two, i need a sequel
hit the backboard like a free throw
you next level, you a cheat code
in so deep, you hit my seafloor
got me singing like alicia
got me using all your lingo
tell your girlfriend that you single
"j," you whimpered, tears flowing down your cheeks as jj thrusted into you slowly and sensually. it was so different from how the two of you usually partook in coital activities, but you'd had a bad day, and jj was desperate to cheer you up.
he had already brought you to his mercy five times, and your pussy was aching. but you knew full well that the loss of him would ache more. so, you let him do his thing.
"i know, pretty girl. i know," he cooed, his hands cradling your face as his arms caged around your head, keeping his body up. "you're doing so good for me, though. give me one more, baby. just wanna watch you cum one more time. you're so pretty when you do."
he brought this hand down to your cunt, fingers finding your clit with ease as he started to massage it, hoping it would relieve any discomfort you might have been feeling. his movements weren't harsh nor rushed as he rubbed slow and gentle circles on it.
you let out a shaky moan as he toyed with your bundle of nerves, and the walls of your pussy started to flutter around his cock, and jj knew you were getting close.
"come on, baby. cum for me. promise i'll kiss it better afterward," he said, dropping his head into the crook of your neck and peppering kisses there.
each time he rolled his hips, he was so deep, and it felt so special and intimate that you wanted to keep him buried there, no matter how overstimulated you were. he fit into you so perfectly, it was like he'd molded you that way.
"i'm gonna cum, j," you mewled, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him close to you.
"'m right there with you. let me have it, baby. i got you," he said, raising his head back up to kiss your lips.
he swallowed your moan as you came, feeling your hands sneak onto the back of his shoulders and holding onto him as you erupted for the sixth time that night. his hips stuttered as he came too, his thrusts becoming sloppy. he pulled away, pressing kisses all over your face as you came down.
"how you feeling, pretty girl? better?"
you could see the hope glimmering in his eyes as you met his gaze, and you smiled hazily.
"much better."
call me over 'cause i go hard
sweet lil' bih, fuck like a pornstar
next day, act just like your road dog
bitches askin' "how you know her?"
head game stupid, baby, loca
too loud, callate la boca
out this world, you supernova
fuck that, i am coming over (can i come over?)
"fuck, baby."
you had snuck jj into your house in the wee hours of the night, had practically yanked his pants off of him and thrown him on your bed. you brought him into your mouth before he could blink, and ever since then, he'd been struggling to keep quiet.
you bobbed your head as you sucked the soul out of him. your mouth was so warm and wet that it felt like he was on cloud nine.
your tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft, sending a shiver throughout his body as you came to the tip of his cock and swirled your tongue around it. you let it go with a pop, gathering your saliva and spitting it onto him, watching it trail down to the base. you then began to jerk him as you sucked one of his balls into your mouth.
"shit. don't stop, princess. 'm so close," he mumbled as he threw his head back.
you replaced your mouth with your hand as you massaged both his balls now, and you brought his cock into your mouth again. you took him to the back of your throat, letting the tip hit it, and he let out a loud groan.
you instantly withdrew him from your lips, shooting up and clamping a hand over his mouth.
"what is wrong with you? my parents are gonna hear you," you scolded in a whisper.
he moved your hand. "how the fuck do you expect me to keep quiet when you're giving me the best goddamn head i've ever had?" he questioned defensively. he watched you fight a smile in response to what he said, and he smirked. "not my fault that mouth is heaven-sent. you just love sucking this cock like a damn popsicle, don't you?"
you leaned closer, your lips so close to his that they threatened to touch as you spoke, "be quiet or i'm not gonna let you cum."
he gulped as his eyes widened, "yes, ma'am."
(can i come over?)
(can) can i (i) stop by (stop by)
to see you (see you) tonight?
can i stop by
to see you tonight
"can i come over after work, pretty girl? need to see you."
"hmm..." you began, smirking to yourself as you planned to tease him through the phone. "convince me. why should i let you?"
jj chuckled, biting his lip from the other side of the phone. "c'mon, baby. you know you want me to come and see you. i know you've been missing me. i've got the video to prove it."
jj was right. you had been missing him. last night, especially so.
it was late, you couldn't sleep, and you were craving for something more than just your own touch. it would never be enough. not if it wasn't jj.
so, you settled for the next best thing.
you got a hold of the thick pink dildo hidden in your bedside table and tried your best to make yourself feel as good as jj managed to. feeling a little extra spicy, you took your phone into your hand, taking a video of yourself burying the sex toy deep inside of you over and over.
"fuck, j. wish you were here," you moaned as you captured the toy plunging into you. "wanna cum on your cock so hard that you're drenched."
you continued jerking the dildo into you until you were close. your moans were getting higher as you neared your orgasm, and just before you were going to cum, you stopped recording. you let yourself fall over the edge without filming, and rode it out.
you then sent the video to jj, and when he replied, he said: "the next time i see you, i'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna regret not letting me watch you cum."
you felt a flutter in your core, even though you had just come down. but that was just the effect jj had on you. no matter how many times he'd made you finish, you were left yearning for more.
"okay," you spoke, "you can come over, j."
we both on fire, love the teamwork
leave with juices on your t-shirt
loud and clear, no need for reverb
tell the uber driver to revert
flip that bitch and make a u-turn
sex tape crazy, need the bloopers
last so long, bae, you a trooper
sniper gang, no bradley cooper
"that's right, baby girl. let the camera know how good i'm fucking this pussy." jj grunted as he pounded into you from behind. his hands were wrapped around your hips as he yanked you backward toward his cock.
jj had convinced you to let him film the two of you as you went at it, claiming that whenever the two of you were too busy to meet up that he could use it to make himself cum. you'd rolled your eyes, but then he brought up the fact that you would benefit from it as well, for all the times you'd pout about him having to work when you desperately needed him.
"just think about it, princess. you could watch me fuck you over and over, as many times as you wanted, while fucking that pretty pussy with that hot pink dildo of yours. it'll never compare to the real thing, but you'd get to see me fill you up. it's a pretty fucking spectacular sight, am i right?"
and he was. so you obliged.
"oh, god, jj. right there!" you called out, doing as he said. your knuckles were paling as you gripped your headboard. you threw your head back, arching your spine further as jj's cock practically beat up your cervix in the best way possible. "shit, 'm so close, j. please."
"play with your clit, baby. make yourself cum for me," he instructed, pulling you toward him harsher. "gonna give you every last drop of my cum if you do as i say. you want that?"
"fuck. yeah, baby," you replied, bringing one hand down to your clit to do as he said. you rubbed harsh circles on it, your toes curling as the pleasure started to overwhelm you.
you whimpered when jj's hand came in contact with your ass, spanking you harshly as he crept closer to his orgasm. "shit, fucking love your pussy. wanna spend my days fucking it every day 'til i die."
"i'm cumming, i'm fucking cumming," you cried, your cunt clamping down on jj's cock as you came hard. your juices squirted out of you, soaking jj's cock, pelvis and thighs thoroughly, as well as the sheets beneath you two. you came and came and came, you honestly weren't sure if you would ever stop.
"good girl, baby. you hear that?" jj asked as he kept fucking you, referring to the squelching noise coming from your junction. "i'm fucking drenched because of you, just how i like it. gonna fuck you full of my cum for being such a good girl for me."
he sped up his pace, his thrusts merciless and unforgiving as he finally let himself cum. he let out a deep groan, it sounding like music to your ears as you felt him release inside of you.
jj slowed down, slumping down on top of your back as he panted. "christ, baby. swear to god you turn me into an animal."
hi, i'm hell, it's nice to meet ya
know you fuckin' with a demon
do 'bout anything to please ya
cum inside me, i'm a keeper
want me to make you a senior?
never been that hard read ya
when we done, you say, "i need ya"
i done made you a believer
"cum inside me, j. make me yours. all yours."
you were bouncing up and down on jj's cock, taking all of him inside of you with each movement. his cock stimulated your g-spot every time you bounced, and if it weren't for jj's hands on your hips keeping you upright, the euphoric feeling would surely make your legs give out long before either of you came.
the two of you were in the back of the twinkie, seeing as jj borrowed it without letting john b know. you were both well aware of the fact that he would have your heads if he found out you'd fucked in it again.
the windows were fogged up and would surely block anyone's view from seeing what the two of you were doing if it weren't for the curtains that already covered most of them.
"you already are mine, pretty girl. this pussy belongs to me," he gritted through his teeth, jerking his hips up to meet yours. he watched your tits springing up and down as your body moved. he wrapped his around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling as you let whimpers of need tumble from your lips.
you closed your eyes as your teeth dug into your lower lip. "tell me again, j. tell me i belong to you, need to hear it."
he pulled back, one of his hands cradling your jaw and pulling your gaze to his. his thumb tugged your lip from your teeth, and he kissed you. hard.
"you're fucking mine, baby. mine to kiss, mine to fuck, mine to love. i fucking need you," jj spoke through his panting.
"yeah?" you asked, not too distracted to register what he was saying to you, your heart palpitating as you felt the coil in your belly tightening.
"yeah," he breathed, looking right into your eyes. "cum for me, my girl."
and you did, with the love you had harboured for him bleeding through your joined actions.
if these walls could talk, they'd tell you "don't pull out"
make me proud
thug it out
switched it up enough to tell me i'm your style
let's get wild
right here, right now
you two were lying together in the back of the twinkie, where you had just finished going at it.
your head was leaning against jj's chest as his chin rested on the top of your head. his fingers trailed up and down your spine soothingly as he held you in his arms.
"did you really mean it, j?" you asked, quiet as a mouse. you worried that he only said those things in the heat of the moment and that he didn't reciprocate your feelings. and if that were the case, you'd run like hell out of there.
but you needn't have worried.
he tilted your head up to meet your gaze. "of course i meant it, baby. i would never say all that shit to you if it weren't true," he spoke, his hand finding one of yours and resting it on his chest. he placed his hand over yours, "i love you. and i need you. you're the only one for me, princess."
you grinned, heat immediately rushing to your cheeks. "i love you too, j."
"good," he replied. "now get on your back. i'm gonna show you how much i love you with my tongue."
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Hodge is a little confused but he has the spirit
Introducing the Fitzier Shotgun Wedding Cinematic Universe, cause @aurpiment made me have brainworms
#fitzier#fitzier shotgun wedding cinematic universe#my art#god I don’t even wanna tag them#how many tags until they don’t show up?#anyway James is pretending to be a cis woman who’s always been hiding her identity#francis has been quietly living as a man since age 12#they ended up thinking being old is a good contraceptive bht nope#hence the shotgun wedding#hodge is confused about the details cause he wasn’t listening when it was explained#the terror#james fitzjames#francis crozier#george hodgson#cw pregnancy
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Serial Lover
HHJ
Masterlist
wc: 10.2k
Synopsis: A stripper who is a hopeless romantic and a bartender with a million and one failed relationships. What could go wrong?
warnings: smut, switch!hyunjin, switch!reader, unprotected sex (don't raw dog it guys srsly), alcohol consumption/drinking and driving (do NOT do), so much miscommunication even I got angry writing it, they're both just extremely stupid, I can't be bothered to proof read this pls excuse grammatical and spelling errors lol
Part 3 of my 8 part series based off the album, “It Was Good Until It Wasn’t” by Kehlani, where each member of Stray Kids will have a song dedicated to them and whatever toxic relationship I can come up with.
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He hated the smell of fake leather, all too potent and unsavory for a material that was supposed to be seductive. His wardrobe was filled with it, Hyunjin couldn’t help that he loved the way he looked in it, accentuating his body in all the right places. Most of the costumes he wore were leather or latex, decorated with bits of red and silver chains to add some dramatic flare. As if he couldn’t look dramatic enough, the red ribbon that tied half of his black hair up was just the icing on the cake.
You loved watching his sets, the music was always the loudest with the numbers he chose. It helped that he brought in the biggest crowds no matter how dead the club was. Your partnership with Hyunjin was a two way street; you provide drinks strong enough to get customers to spend their money on him, not that they needed them– he was just that gorgeous, and Hyunjin convinces them to go back to the bar for more and tip you well. Though of course not as well as the tips he receives. No, that kind of treatment was reserved just for the dancers.
After every set, the first thing Hyunjin did was collect his cash and hide it away backstage, then make his way back to you on the other side of the counter. Today was no different, except he added something new to his stage. Red ribbon wrapped around his bare arms, tying off between his knuckles and ends flowing freely as his hands gracefully swayed, on a mission to reach the bar. You did your best not to stare, focusing all too hard on cleaning a crystal glass that was already spotless. Hyunjin slumped at his usual barstool in the center of the counter, leaning on his arm patiently for you to acknowledge him. You didn’t have to look at him to know he needed a drink. Setting the glass down, you get him his usual.
As hard as you tried, you couldn’t keep your eyes off his arms. The sleeveless leather crop top wasn’t new attire, but the red ribbon popped against his toned muscles so nicely it made your mouth water. It wasn’t like you to thirst over him. Working in a strip club allowed you to come in contact with so many beautiful people, especially the dancers, that you’d trained yourself to keep things professional.
However Hyunjin was new, eight months ago he had joined the club and people instantly fawned over him. It made sense, his proportions were insanely right and his face resembled that of a cat, making anyone that saw him in the neon lights swoon. What didn’t make sense was why he befriended you past that of work. Of course you were friends with the other dancers, but not in the way you were with him. He’d approached you first, asking for a jager and redbull, and charmed his way into your life.
You placed the drink down in front of him, to which he chugged immediately and set the glass back down right side up. “It’s only midnight, already rough?” you asked, taking the glass to refill. As you wandered towards the back of the bar to grab the alcohol, Hyunjin groaned and slammed his head onto the counter. The thud of his forehead on the wood made surrounding customers jump and stare. You poured the drink and placed it next to him. Grabbing a clean rag, you forced his head up and put it underneath him so he had something to lay on. “When I told you you had a hard head, I didn’t mean it was made of steel.” The comment made him laugh dryly into the towel.
“It looked stupid, didn’t it?” Hyunjin lifted his head and looked you dead in the eyes. When you cocked your head at him confused, he downed the second drink and asked again. “This! The ribbon! It looked dumb, right? God, I knew I should’ve just kept to the regular routine.” He pushed the upturned glass towards you again. “‘Nother jagerbomb. More jager, less bomb.”
You didn’t question him, sighing as you switched the ratio to his preference. “I thought you looked great. Sexy,” you said and slid the glass his way, resting on your forearms in front of him.
“You always say that,” Hyunjin chugged his third drink with ease.
“I always mean it.” He set the glass down with the rim to the counter, the two of you holding a staring contest. Even in the blue and purple glow, his features were on full display. Smokey eye makeup, plump pink lips, you could even see the little mole under his eye that added to the sultriness of his persona.
You don’t always flirt with him, your friendship didn’t start out that way. It wasn’t until recently had you taken a particular liking to him in a different way. You’d just gone out on another terrible date with a guy who’d come into the club on a slow night. He’d been charming and fun to talk to in the night time scene, so when he asked you out for lunch a few days later you were excited. Upon seeing him in the sunlight, you automatically got the ick. He wasn’t how you remembered him, maybe it was the change in atmosphere or the way the daylight made it look sickly and frail. You should’ve turned tail and ran as soon as you saw him, but the good angel on your shoulder made you stick it out. That was, until he puked all over your nice white shoes. He was actually ill with the stomach bug and failed to mention it, hoping it’d pass before your date. You’d never run from a man so fast in your life.
Obviously you’d told Hyunjin about this. His first reaction wasn’t to laugh at you for choosing to go out with the guy, but rather laugh at him for making a fool of himself in front of you. The two of you were sat on the couch in his apartment, which was astonishingly clean. Both of you were a few drinks in and slightly drunk, counting his night’s tips and figuring out how he was going to budget it. When he’d gotten tired of thinking, you told the story to ease his worries. “What a loser,” he said, holding his stomach and brushing his hair back with his hand. “You deserve better.”
You’d place the dollar bills into the counting machine and turned to him, “I do! Why don’t you ever stop me from going out with these terrible people?”
“‘Cause it’s not like you listen anyways,” he nudged your knee with his, jokingly. “Even I could treat you better and I don’t even date.”
“Really? Serial lover like yourself could treat me better? Won’t believe it ‘til I see it.” You weren’t serious at the time, in fact– you were sarcastic. But it was as if your words sparked something in him. From then on, you’d catch his eyes lingering a bit longer than usual, touches frequenting your arms and shoulders, making a habit of smelling your hair whenever he hugged you. He’d offer to do things for you that you didn’t realize you needed help doing, or bringing you little things he said reminded him of you. All the telltale signs of a crush. It’d taken you a bit to warm up to the idea that your coworker turned best friend had thought of you as more than that. Honestly, it scared you a bit, leading your relationship to how it is now.
“Stop looking at me like you want to eat me,” he shied away, looking at the upside down glass.
“Stop thinking about eating me and maybe I will,” you countered, smiling up at him devilishly when the flush crept onto his cheeks. Though he was sitting on the stool and you were standing, he still towered over you. “Seriously, I love the ribbon,” your words were sincere, hoping the seriousness of your tone helped him understand. Stealing the glass from under his hand, you poured one more drink.
“You’re trying to get me drunk.”
“I am. Drunk Hyunjin always listens to me better.”
More than anything, you were compensating with your hypersexuality to combat the feelings he made bubble inside of you. Hyunjin knew this, he knew you. Which is why he never pushed himself to admit that he had more than a crush. He wanted someone unattainable and so in love with the thrill, someone he knew could never be okay with a singular, overbearingly loving person. Someone like you would never work with someone like Hyunjin.
But knowing this wasn’t the same as accepting it. So still, his heart wrenched at the doe eyes you made at him, for him. He knew exactly where you stood, you weren’t subtle in the flirting department especially since after the drunken mistake of telling him you wanted him to prove he’s better for you than anyone you could’ve dated. That’s where his dilemma lies. Hyunjin knows you love the chase, you love feeling wanted until all you receive is undying love and eventually become bored. All Hyunjin wanted to do was love you. You were a prize he wouldn’t let himself win.
On your end, you pushed the feelings down as much as possible. Somehow they always came back up as soon as he even so much as glanced in your direction. If someone had asked you what your dating life was like, you’d say pathetic, repetitive, maybe a little unhinged at times. It wasn’t like you were dating just for the sake of going on dates. You genuinely wanted to find something with someone whom you could love unconditionally and love you unconditionally back. You had. He was sitting in front of you, clad head to toe in back leather and latex and wore red ribbons in his hair. He loved your drinks, listened to you when you spoke– really listened, he tied your hair up when you had one too many drinks and helped you change clothes then tucked you into bed. Being with him was so domestic, it felt all too natural and scared the living shit out of you.
The raven haired man before you fiddled with the fabric between his knuckles. “I have one more set tonight. Will you watch?” he asked without looking at you, but taking a quick peek at the drink he’d internally battled about finishing.
“You know I will, angel. I’m your biggest fan. Remember?” Hyunjin shivered a bit at the nickname, he knew you really were his biggest fan. The feeling was mutual, that’s why he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to redirect the conversation, “my number one supporter and number one worst tipper.” With that he downed what would be his last drink on shift while keeping his eyes trained on your smiling lips, the liquid courage dripping down his throat all too casually. Bravery or stupidity, he didn’t know which it was that pushed him to drop the glass upside down again, this time brushing his hand over yours that rested on the counter while the other raised to tip your chin up, forcing you to look him directly in the eye. It was a quick moment, fleeting all too fast for either of you. Your eyes locked for the split second he had his fingertips on your face, shooting you a wink before whisking off backstage for an outfit change.
His touch left your skin burning even though the air conditioning was on full blast behind the bar. You watched him walk away, longing for the confirmation you needed just to know that he wasn’t playing with your mind. Letting out a breath you didn’t realize you held in, you let your head fall onto the towel that he was using and cursed Hwang Hyunjin for making you feel like this.
Hyunjin strode into the employee lounge of the club, throwing himself onto the first soft surface he could find. That happened to be the love seat, already preoccupied by another dancer named Felix. Hyunjin’s usual attire consisted of blacks and reds, versus Felix who opted for bubblegum pink, his signature color. The two of them next to each other looked almost comical as Hyunjin dangled his legs over the arm of the seat and rested his head in Felix’s lap. “You smell good,” Hyunjin mumbled at his friend, closing his eyes and allowing himself to relax.
“You’re so obvious,” Felix laughed at him, poking Hyunjin’s cheek. “You can’t go five minutes without talking to her.”
“I. Am. Dealing.” Hyunjin waved his hand to try and be nonchalant. It didn’t work.
“Dealing so, so terribly, my young and in love friend.” He knew the bubblegum boy was right. He didn’t try to hide it, the small stunt at the bar proved it. If anything, he was holding himself back. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe he was just over the game. Maybe he’s decided to get his answer tonight. “Lix?” His friend responded with a hum. “Do you have any white costumes I could borrow?”
The club wasn’t bustling with people, you didn’t expect it to be on a Thursday night. Jisung, another one of the club’s performers, was on stage at the moment. He was a feisty little thing on the pole, you had to admit. His stage outfit was electric colors, mainly blues and greens that complimented the lighting. Jisung liked to use big movements, strong ones that gave a wow factor instead of being continuously pleasing to the eye. It was engaging, tonight’s set in particular, you didn’t want to look away. By now, you were used to seeing the performer’s routines, however it seemed like everyone was trying something new tonight.
Hyunjin watched you from the staging area, fiddling mindlessly with the hem of his newly loaned outfit. He wouldn’t have noticed Felix standing behind him if he didn’t reach out to tighten the back drawstring of the top, “stop staring.”
“I’m not staring,” Hyunjin didn’t look away from you as he said this.
“You’re staring and being a creep.” His friend pulled hard on the strings, forcing Hyunjin to suck in a gasp. “If she doesn’t fall for you in this outfit, I think it’s time to give it up.”
The raven haired man didn’t want to think about the possibility of you not reciprocating his feelings, knowing fully well that you do. Still, it hurts a bit to imagine. He watched you as your eyes followed Jisung around the stage in a trance, though not glazed over like how you look at him. It was more like you were fascinated and intrigued. Hyunjin wasn’t oblivious to the conditions of your work, you were bound to find people attractive. The key word here; you. You found people attractive while he looked for you like a weed growing from the highway on its search for the sun. If Hyunjin had a dollar for every time his eyes searched for you in this damned club, he’d be rich– this coming from a stripper.
Felix pat his friend on the back, letting him get into his headspace for performing. Hyunjin was always a talented dancer, he knew that ever since he got the role in his middle school’s play that he was sick while being forced to audition for. It wasn’t his plan to become a stripper, however life is unexpected and he found himself in love with the freedom of it. He choreographed his own routines, dressed in a way that made him feel powerful, made a lot more money than he could have possibly done performing anywhere else. The club was his oyster, or whatever.
Shaking out his limbs and cracking his knuckles, Hyunjin strode out onto the stage, picking up his feet and exaggerating the movement of his hips. It’s definitely the alcohol, he thought as his eyes searched for you behind the bar. He watched your jaw go slack and eyes become increasingly wide, raking up and down his body.
You thought he was hot in all black, but in all white he looked simply delectable. He wasn’t wrong earlier when you continuously handed him his drink, you really did want to devour him. Only now there was an innocence that lingered in his steps towards the center pole, his face contrasting so darkly that you knew he was doing this on purpose. He wanted you to know this was for you. Hyunjin’s top was that of a latex corset. The bust area was flat against his chest but still curved to drip down his chest plate, the straps that were supposed to hold it up essentially useless. The hem of it was pointed, the tip of it just barely covering his belly button. When he turned around you could see the back was held together with ribbon, his red ribbon. Your mouth watered at the thought of being able to take it off and tie his hands together with it.
You forced yourself to blink away the thoughts as he made his descent along the silver pole. Has his ass always looked that good? Perhaps it was the tight cut out pants that showed his upper thighs, his knees, and mid calves, only attached by more red ribbon laced through it. It took a lot of strength to bring your eyes to his face again, only to find Hyunjin already looking at you with a shit eating grin. His feline eyes narrowed as the gaze held, only breaking when he spun around the pole and lifted himself up. You weren’t paying attention to the routine, even though the way his body rolled and twisted itself around the metal made your legs weak, your mind was elsewhere. Hyunjin didn’t pay any attention to you during his sets, but now with this outfit change and his stare not on anyone but you… he gave you his answer.
Even as he smoothly took the dollar bills from customers, placing it seductively into the bust of the top or the waistline of his pants, he never took more than a couple seconds to face you again. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to scream in his face for teasing you and taking his goddamn time confessing his feelings, or if you just wanted to tie him up and make him yours.
Hyunjin contorted his body around the pole in such a manner that you were sure he was going to break in half. Why let a stupid pole fold him when it could be done by you? The thoughts of him being a crying mess below you had you reaching for the liquor, as one usually does when their crush is playing hard to get. Except he wasn’t, he wasn’t hard to get at all. Hyunjin was right in front of you every second of every day and still, he’s so far away.
His set ended all too soon. You suddenly remembered that you were at work and tended to the patrons who were grabbing their fix between numbers. Hyunjin eyed you making yourself busy to avoid him, but he knew your schedule better than you did. When he was off, you were off. There was no stopping the tsunami of words he wanted to say to you.
Except one thing. The guy had come back, the guy from your latest crappy date. He was sitting in Hyunjin’s seat and making large gestures with his hands while you cocked your head at him. Hyunjin couldn’t hear what he was saying, but he saw your eyes roll before you went to turn away. But the man reached over the counter and grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcefully pulling you back.
He wasn’t sure what came over him, Hyunjin isn’t a violent person in the slightest. But when his fist made contact with the man’s face, he realized there was a first time for everything.
The man let go of your hair and stumbled back, holding the side of his cheek. His attention went from you to Hyunjin, lunging forward at the man clad in white in retaliation. Before he could reach him though, the bouncer finally showed up, grabbing the drunken man in a bear hug and throwing him outside.
You rubbed the back of your head where the man had grabbed, unable to process what just happened. The bartender who was supposed to be finishing the shift came to your aid, handing you an ice pack and saying for you to go home. However, through the chaos that jumbled your mind, you found Hyunjin standing on the opposite side of the bar, heavenly looking as always as he came in close. Even though the counter separated your bodies, it didn’t stop him from leaning over to cup your face. His mouth was moving, but none of his words registered. All you could see was the worry in his eyes as his thumbs rubbed the tops of your cheekbones. Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch, letting your head fall into his hands.
His warmth was ripped from you again all too soon, the other bartender ushered you back towards the employee lounge. They sat you down on the love seat and let you decompress. Hyunjin shooed everyone else that bustled around you away until it was just you, him, and a couple other dancers who had no idea what was happening. He knelt onto the carpet before you, running his hands along your legs, arms, or wherever else he could touch to make sure you weren’t hurt anywhere else. His hands eventually made its way up to your face again, this time able to be uninterrupted. “You just attract shitty men like flies, don’t you?” Hyunjin said softly, cradling your cheek with the hand that punched the man.
“I attracted you.” He was sure it was the adrenaline talking for you. It was definitely the comfort of a familiar person making you take his hand from your face and interlock fingers. It was absolutely because he just saved you that you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes. Hyunjin was one hundred percent positive you weren’t in love with him the way he was in love with you.
“Take me home.” It wasn’t a question, you were telling him. Hyunjin nodded, standing quickly and running to grab his and your stuff from the lockers. Throwing his jacket on and draping yours across your shoulders, you reached for his hand again. You did it so effortlessly, it was like second nature to hold onto him. You didn’t look at him as you slipped your fingers between his, but he could feel the slight tremble in them as he guided you out the backdoor. You handed him the keys to your car, letting him open the door for you and sit down. Hyunjin didn’t close the door, instead he leaned in and grabbed the seatbelt, hovering over you as he fastened you safely. For good measure, he pulled the strap until it stopped and let it click to lock in place.
As he walked around the front of your car and slipped into the driver’s seat, you asked yourself why he couldn’t understand. To reiterate, why wouldn’t he let himself understand? Why wouldn’t he let you love him and let himself love you? Why was he always keeping you at arms length when they were still wide open for you to fall into? Why was he holding back? The grip that guy had on your hair must’ve knocked some sense into you because you were starting to think maybe it wasn’t Hyunjin keeping something from blooming between the two of you.
Neither of you spoke as Hyunjin drove to your apartment. He thought over and over about how we were to explain why he punched that man for you, almost took a beating for you. Once he got into your apartment, he knew there was no going back.
You saw your building come into view, confused. “Why are we here? I said to take me home.”
“Has this not been your apartment for the last eight months?” Hyunjin responded, confused. He glanced your way, seeing if he misread what you were saying. Clearly he did. “I meant with you.” His heart skipped a couple beats as you stared into his soul with the eyes he thought could move the moon if they pleased. You stole his right hand from the steering wheel and placed it in your lap, cupping it with your own. He’d never driven home so fast in his life.
He parked and opened the car door for you again. This time, you led him up the stairs and down the hall hand in hand. As you trailed in front of him, he looked at how small your hands were compared to his, how they tightened their grip every time you felt him loosen ever so slightly. Hyunjin smiled to himself, he didn’t realize you were already at his front door. You moved to the side to let him unlock it with one hand, keeping the other close to your body. He pushed it open for you to enter, not letting him go as you both kicked off your shoes and made your way to his bedroom.
You knew it all too well, though never going further than innocent cuddles. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, watching as you shrugged your jacket off and sat on the edge of his bed. He did the same, but stayed close along the wall. Hyunjin had forgotten he was wearing the white stage outfit, suddenly feeling so revealing in the bedroom light. “I think you have something to say to me, Jinnie.”
The abrasiveness of the question brought out his own attitude, “shouldn’t you be thanking me first?” He found the dresser closest to the wall, leaning so his legs don’t give out under your stare.
You smiled, knowing he was half right. “Thank you.” The air could be cut with a knife because of how thick the tension was. “We’re both really bad at this,” you fake laughed, finding your fingers suddenly interesting.
“I can’t be bad at something I don’t do,” Hyunjin’s tone was a bit colder, realizing why you said you wanted to come over. For some reason your heart wimped at his words.
“So what, then? You’re gonna keep pretending you don’t have a crush on me?” His body froze on the spot, never thinking he’d hear his feelings being said out loud. It was something of a wakeup call. Hyunjin couldn’t bear to look at you anymore, you’d foiled his plans of ignoring the feelings until they went away. “You’re torturing me, y’know.”
“You’re one to talk about torture, Y/N,” he scoffed, unmoving. You tilted your head at him, confused. Hyunjin let out a breathy, mocking laugh. “You’re not so innocent either. How long have you known how I felt about you? And you still play into it like you know I’ll give it to you no matter what.”
“You think I’m playing with you? I flirt with you so obviously the entire club knows!” You stood from the bed, running a hand through your hair. “Are you blind? Or are you intentionally ignoring every move I make?”
Hyunjin gulped, knowing he was cornered. He recalled the reasons why he couldn’t accept your love– the fun of the chase, your freedom, his bursting heart being too much for you to handle. “I can’t be yours,” he finally said, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“And why not?” Anger began to boil in your blood, he was purposefully avoiding your interrogation. The room started to get hot and stuffy, but that was probably just both of you getting worked up. You stared at him in anticipation for his answer, but Hyunjin couldn’t get the words out. He didn’t know how to tell you that he didn’t believe you could change your ways, despite how much he wished you could. You were impatient, and frankly, tired of waiting for him. “Fine. That’s fine. I’ll tell you exactly how I feel.
“You’re so goddamn pessimistic. For a hopeless romantic, nothing I do is ever good enough for you! I practically throw myself at you– let everyone know I’m so head over fucking heels for you and I get fuck all back!” Hyunjin opened his mouth to defend himself, but you cut him off. “NO! You let me finish,” he sealed his lips in a fake zipping motion. “I put myself out there because of you– for you because I know you won’t do it yourself. I know how scared you are of falling in love and realizing that it might not be real. But fuck– stop making me out to be the bad guy for just trying to show you what could be if you’d just fucking let me.” Heat stung at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill any second. You sniffled, blinking excessively to hold back the dam in your lash line.
Hyunjin’s ears were ruby red, he knew on some level you were right. It didn’t mean he was wrong, though. “Are you done?” he asked, though not in an antagonizing manner. You nodded, hugging your arms across your chest. “I can’t be yours because you’ll never be mine. You want something so completely different than I do, we aren’t even in the same fucking realm anymore. I don’t want someone who will run away because I love them, who won’t get tired of me giving them my all.” Hyunjin pushed himself off of the dresser and took two steps to close the distance between you, his breath fanning across your lips. “I’m a hopeless romantic, fine. But you’re the serial lover, not me.” He threw your past words in your face like it was an insult. And honestly, it hurt coming from him.
The tears flowed freely now, you didn’t bother trying to wipe them away. You wanted him to see every part of you, never feeling the need to hide from him. Especially not now. “Well fuck me for trying then, right?” The puffiness of your eyes made it hard to blink. Grabbing your jacket off the floor, you gave him one last tear filled look before walking away.
Your exit was cut short. The jacket was ripped from your hand as soon as you reached for the door knob. Turning, Hyunjin was already standing directly behind you with tears of his own. The proximity of his face in front of yours made you stumble back into the door, his arms caging you in as they placed on either side of your head. “Why do you get to walk away again? Why don’t you get to be the bad guy? Why you so fucking irritating? Yet all I can think about doing is ripping your clothes off,” he words came out much quicker and agitated than he planned, not even catching himself saying the last sentence until he watched your eyes dart back and forth between his own and his lips.
“Is that what you want?” Your voice was low, suggestive as Hyunjin’s tongue licked his lower lip. He nodded hesitantly. Reaching to swipe a lingering tear from his cheek, he found his body overheating at the light gesture. You’d hardly touched him and he was already crumbling beneath you. Hyunjin felt his chest tighten as you rubbed your thumb into his cheek. Just as he was going to relax into your hand, your fingertips pinched his skin. He let out a small yelp and you shoved him away. “I don’t like you playing with me like this, Hwang Hyunjin. You sort your shit out before talking about wanting to me to fuck you. Maybe next time, I’ll actually do it.” Stealing your jacket off the ground before he could protest, you left.
Hyunjin didn’t know what to do. He stood in the middle of his bedroom with his hand stupidly rubbing over where you’d pinched him and dumbfounded look. Even without you directly in front of him, your words were enough to keep him flustered for the rest of the night.
It was radio silence from you, not a single call or text from your end of the phone. This confused Hyunjin more than he already was. You closed the door in his face, but not all the way. Your offer still stood, the words replaying in his mind over and over for the next two days until you were expected to be back at the bar. He’d contemplated showing up at your doorstep and asking for your forgiveness, but remembered he had nothing to be sorry for. In his mind, he was in the right for standing his ground and telling you no. But he also remembered how he shot himself in the foot by saying he wanted to fuck you in the same sentence as him trying to prove a point.
There was something else you implied before you stormed out that kept him up at night. You fuck him? He couldn’t recall if he’d heard you right. Part of him wishes he had.
Hyunjin had just finished his first stage of the night before you were supposed to clock in. If you were still up to your old antics, he knew you’d gotten there early to watch him. His suspicions were correct, spotting you leaning against the wall near the entrance of the club, eyes trained completely on him. Your face was expressionless with your arms loose at your side, one holding onto the strap of your bag. Through the dim and color bending lights, he saw you raise one eyebrow at him, smirking in an unamused way and walking towards the back lounge. Hyunjin did his best not to seem frantic as he made his way off the stage in search of you.
He tried and failed miserably.
Hyunjin practically fell through the lounge door, knocking it harshly against the wall with a bang. It made you jump as you shoved your bag into your usual locker next to his. Looking over your shoulder and seeing it was him, body glistening with sweat in all its glory, you turned your back to him again. Ignoring his name being called by Felix and some questions from the other dancers, he strode up to the backside of your locker and shut it closed while you were still rummaging. “Hey! What the fuck?!” you shouted at him.
No words came out of his mouth as you looked up at him annoyed. Hyunjin hoped you could see the desperation and longing in his eyes. Judging by the way your face softened as you made eye contact, you did. You let out a deep breath, pushing his hand off your locker and opening it again. “Not now, Jinnie. Save it for after we’re out of here.” The nickname should’ve made him relax a bit, but the thought of you meeting with him after work had him tensed all over.
“You’ll come over later?” was all he could get out.
“Have you done what I said?” Hyunjin was all too eager to nod. “Then yeah, I’ll come over.” Grabbing your bar keys, you closed the locker again. “Hyunjin?” You called his name so beautifully, even if it was laced with a bit of anger. “Hm?”
You took a step closer to him, getting in close to whisper in his ear, “talk to me at all today without me speaking to you first, pull any stunts like you did last time, or mention to anyone what happened, I’ll make sure you’re really crying when we get home.” His stomach almost dropped out of his ass as your breath warmed the skin along his neck, raising goosebumps. He didn’t respond, you didn’t count his whimper. “Speak.”
“Yes,” it came out as more of a plea than an answer. Pulling back from him, you looked up to meet his gaze, mischievous and provocative. Tilting your head at him innocently, you brushed a strand of hair that was matted to his sweaty forehead back, running your fingertips along the side of his face with a feather light touch. Hyunjin resisted the urge to fold to his knees. It was going to be a long shift.
Dancing wasn’t the same, but not in a bad way. Hyunjin found himself dancing with a newfound purpose, no longer simply because he liked it. Now, he danced to impress. Specifically, to impress the bartender that smiled at him as if he were a meal and she was the devil of gluttony, waiting to feast. It didn’t go unnoticed by you, the way Hyunjin’s black latex-covered hips swirled dramatically slower, delicate hands wrapping all the more sensually around the pole. You let it slide, loving how you knew he was doing it for you. It was his last set, which meant you were almost off work as well. The clock at the back of the bar read 2:30 a.m., you were both going to need a bit of liquid luck if he came to the conclusion you were hoping for.
The music ended, queuing for Hyunjin to exit the stage. He did as he always does, stash his well earned cash in his locker and make his way back to you. Sitting in his seat, you poured him his drink wordlessly, another empty glass sitting next to it. He smiled when he noticed you adding his same drink into the glass. You slid the drink towards him, taking your own into your hand and raising it, “bottoms up, baby.” You winced at the alcohol, questioning how Hyunjin could possibly take these one after another. Jager had to be one of your least favorite liquors, vodka being at the top of the list. You and vodka had an unspoken rivalry, something Hyunjin always made fun of you for, but not today.
He followed suit, downing the drink and putting it right side up. Hyunjin held onto it as you poured another for both of you. You both had three servings of the drink before calling it a night. You’d filled in the next bartender in on everyone’s tabs and other information, taking your time as Hyunjin waited impatiently at the end of the bar for you. Standing in the middle of the club, still in his stage outfit that stood out incredibly more amongst patrons, made him feel exposed. You watched him squirm, covering his bare arms with his hands and looking around aimlessly. Letting out a small laugh, you thought he had been waiting long enough, patting your coworker on the shoulder and finding Hyunjin. He didn’t notice you until you grabbed one of his cold hands, pulling him along with you to the back lounge.
The lounge was empty, thankfully the hecticness of the weekend had everyone out on the floor. You didn’t stop walking until you reached the lockers, dropping his hand to grab your stuff. He did the same, you finished before him and shut your cubby. As soon as Hyunjin closed his locker and turned around, you pushed his exposed chest back abruptly and held him there pinned. A wicked smile plastered over your face, you held up your car keys, “you’re driving.”
It felt like deja vu, him driving home from work with you in the passenger seat. Only now, there was a completely different energy in the small space. You weren’t the damsel in distress he’d saved a couple of nights ago, he wasn’t in control of himself anymore, and he had no idea what the hell you were going to do to him when you got him alone. Whatever it is you had planned, he couldn’t wait to see.
Before he knew it, Hyunjin was opening the door to his apartment and letting you inside. Shoes kicked aside and bags dropped at the doorway, you pulled him into his bedroom again. He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, awaiting your instructions at the doorway of the room. He watched your back as you faced his bed, slowly stripping your jacket. Hyunjin licked his lips, suddenly noticing your outfit in the normal light. To say you were the best dressed bartender he’d ever seen was an understatement.
Black high waisted shorts hardly covered your smooth legs, a black blouse tucked into them. The rouched ends of the puffer sleeves made your arms look long and elegant. Still not facing him, you unclipped the claw that held your hair up, letting it fall free. Oh how Hyunjin wanted to smell your hair, knowing it’d be what heaven smells like. You finally turned around, running a hand through your mane and tousseling it effortlessly. Your scent wafted over him, damning the air conditioning for pushing it his way. “I know I’ve been… ignoring… you all night. But all jokes aside, we need to have a talk,” you voiced, breaking Hyunjin from his trance.
Nodding, he gulped and gestured for you to sit on the bed. You sat face to face, your legs to the side of your body as Hyunjin mirrored your position. “I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” you started, looking him dead in the face. “But that also means I’m not going to force you to say what I wish you would,” although he nodded, Hyunjin wasn’t quite sure what you were trying to say. You picked up on this, “I mean I’m not going to fuck you if you don’t feel the same, but I’m also not going to pressure you into saying you do. So really, it’s your choice, Jinnie. Just don’t do anything out of pity. I don’t need that.” Something he always loved about you was how straightforward you were, it was a quality he wished he possessed.
He stayed quiet, contemplating his next move. Hyunjin knew that if he let himself feel everything he’d been burying inside, he’s risking his heart. However, there was a part of him that wanted the risk, wanted to take the chance on you because he’s only ever imagined that you wouldn’t walk away from him the way you so easily do all of the other love interests you’d sped through. Maybe it was his savior complex, hoping that he could tame the wild beast inside of you that kept your habits so cold. His intentions were pure, but he was completely unsure of yours.
“You need to tell me what you’re thinking. I’m not a mind reader,” your voice softened, eyes crinkling at the corners to ease the tension.
“You scare me to death,” he blurted without thinking. Your expression didn’t change, the silence egging him to continue. “I’ve known I wanted you since the second I saw you. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.” The knife in your heart placed there from the last time you were in his bedroom twisted. “But I know that when you leave me, it’ll ruin me.” He pulled the knife out, leaving you to bleed.
The consequences of your actions were catching up now, apparently it was bad karma to have one too many failed relationships. You had confessed to the one person you couldn’t live without and he was avoiding you like the plague because he was terrified of rejection. All of the feelings that he stirred inside of you couldn’t have been put into words, you had no way of easing the fear that you instilled in him.
With your heart in your hands, beaten and bloody just for him, you said softly, “how do I show you that it’s always been you?”
Hyunjin couldn’t stop himself from crashing his lips onto yours, the weight of your words heavy enough to tip him over the brink of insanity. It caught you off guard for a second, the lips you’ve fantasized about finally being pressed against you. Noticing your hesitation, Hyunjin pulled away, looking for any signs of regret in your face. His mouth dropped in embarrassment, “I– I’m sorry. I don’t–”
“Shut up for a second. I’m trying to see something,” you pulled him by the straps of his latex harness, connecting your lips again, this time moving against him in an act of passion. It was a sensual, closed mouthed kiss at first, as seconds passed it became heated. Your tongue swiped along his lower lip, asking for entrance that was granted a second later. From his top, your hands traced against the bare skin of his shoulders, up his neck and into his long hair, tugging him impossibly closer. Hyunjin let himself fall into the kiss, bracing himself with one hand on your thigh and the other cupping your jaw. If you could pay attention to it, you’d feel his fingertips brushing up to reach the hem of your shorts, pulling you into him by the hips. Bodies pressed together in a breathless mess, lips slick with mixed saliva, you were engulfed in his scent.
Hyunjin couldn’t stop his hands from feeling every piece of your exposed skin he could get his hands on, kneading at the flesh with want. Before you could completely lose yourself in him, you broke the kiss, out of breath. “Hyun, tell me you want this,” the words came out as best as you could manage. He nodded, leaning in to catch your lips again but you held him back. “I’m serious. I’m here to stay. For good, if you’ll have me. I need to know you are too.”
“I am… I am,” Hyunjin paused, looking into your eyes that showed no indication of regret. “Please, just… love me.” You didn’t need anything else, shoving him back into the bed by his shoulders and throwing a leg over him to straddle. You didn’t need to look down to see him strain against his pants as he reached up to pull your face in for another kiss. Sitting down fully on top of him, you let him control the pace of the kiss while your hands worked the back side zipper of his stage top. You grind your hips into his just the littlest bit, earning a muffled moan into your mouth. Hyunjin tried not to hold too tightly onto your neck as he instinctively bucked up into you. His mouth ravaged yours, his tongue attempting to win dominance. The bulge in his pants desperately rutting up against you was an indication of who was really in charge. Pulling away, his lips chased as you reached to stroke the top of his hair, tucking it behind his ear. “Slowly, angel. We have all the time in the world.” Hyunjin let out a deep sigh, nodding and licking his lips.
He looked up at you from beneath as if you had carved his name into the moon, marking it as his. Your smile down at him was just as sweet as it was sinful as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. “Can I take this off?” You pulled at the undone zipper of his top. Hyunjin didn’t hesitate to sit up in order to slip his head out of it, tossing somewhere he’d have to find later. You did the same, unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts so you could whip your blouse off with ease. His lips automatically connected with the skin of your stomach, kissing third degree burns as he made his way up, teeth nibbling at the hem of your bra. Your own hands raked lightly along the sides of his upper body to sling up and over his shoulders to pull him in closer.
The heat of your bodies together was starting to become unbearable, what minimal clothes you both wore being far too suffocating. The red ribbon in his hair was still tied in a neat bow until your fingers nimbly pulled at the string, letting it fall loose to frame his beautiful face. Practically plying his mouth from your collar bone, you pushed Hyunjin onto his back again to sit up tall and unclasp your bra. His mouth hung in awe as you freed yourself, almost succeeding in sitting up to lock his lips around your nipple. You held him down by the neck, applying the slightest pressure to hold him still.
He let out a short whimper, catching himself before you could hear anymore. “Who knew angel had a thing for choking,” you teased, adding more weight to his throat and bending over to kiss his chest. Your fingertips traced down the line of his abs as you nibbled gently on his pectoral. Pressing your hips harder onto him earned you another moan, this time louder. “Y/N please,” he pleaded through the grip on his windpipe.
“Please what? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you,” you detached your lips from his skin to kiss up the column of his neck, freeing it from your grasp.
“Touch me,” his hands locked your hips in place as he rubbed against your clothed core, hoping for any sort of friction. You let him have his fun, enjoying the neediness that forced his crotch to continuously rise in search for yours. “Look at you,” you said just above a whisper, gently biting on his ear lobe. Hyunjin’s grip on your hips were sure to leave a bruise, not that you minded. “Trying to use me to get yourself off, hm? Like the little bitch in heat you are, isn’t that right angel?” The sultriness of your degrading words only made him grip you tighter and groan, pulling your body flush against his as he continued to hump you through the latex of his pants.
“N-not enough,” he begged, burying his face between your breasts. Unwrapping his arms, you reached down to work the confines of his pants, wiggling them off of him then releasing yourself from your shorts. Both of you only in your underwear, he rutted against you again, the heat from your core urging his primal instincts to the surface. “Cum like this, like the slut you are and you can have me however you want.” You meant it in more ways than one.
The thought of him being so desperate, so in need of you lit a fire in your gut. Hyunjin should’ve been more humiliated, attempting to fuck into you through the fabric that separated the part of him he so insanely needed you to touch. You were just the same, pushing your hips back and forth over him to rub your clit in all the right ways. The strangeness of the soft, yet incredibly rock hard feeling between your legs was enough to make you light headed in pleasure.
He was overtaken by lust, not satisfied with the pace you were going. Hyunjin grabbed the underside of your thigh and flipped you onto your back, the abrupt movement making you yelp. He let out what could only be described as a deep growl, forcing his hands underneath your knees to hold your legs up and give him full access to your clothes pussy. The dark patch in the middle of your pink panties continued to spread, fueling his desire even more.
You let out a shaky breath, waiting for him to move. Your hips twitched up, breaking him from his trance on your cunt to dive back into your neck and wrap your legs around his torso. His hips moved at a speed much faster than yours, pushing his cock into the fabric of his boxers incredibly hard, you were sure it was borderline painful. You let your head fall back onto the bed as he sucked at your neck, containing his moans while you couldn’t help but voice yours. “You can do it, angel. Cum for me.”
Hyunjin had never been able to release on command until now, the seduction in your tone and his need to please you overtaking his senses as he spilled into his boxers. He let out a long groan, ceasing his attack on your neck as his body shivered. You raked your hands through his hair and up and down his back, calming him through his first high. The warmth from his cum made your pussy tremble against his softening cock, to which he felt as well.
He caught his breath, regaining enough strength to push onto his forearms and look into your eyes. As fucked out as he was, he was still so beautiful. “So good for me, angel,” you stroked his flustered cheek. Fingertips found his chin, then his lips and softly thumbing it. “Use me,” you whispered.
A light switch flipped in him. His dick sprang back to life at almost complete solidity again at your permission. Sucking in a deep breath, he kissed your lips with a roughness not present before. He bit your lip harshly, getting you to moan. Leaving your mouth to bite down the center of your chest, Hyunjin slipped his hand down to cup your aching cunt, fingertips rubbing too lightly over the wet spot he was so fixated on earlier. His focus was split between nibbling on your breasts and pushing your underwear to the side, too impatient to take it off completely.
Deciding on which of your body parts to ravish, Hyunjin caught your nipple between his teeth and gave it a hard pull before flattening his tongue against it soothingly. Still, his fingers didn’t stop toying with your underwear, alternating between pulling it and sliding between your folds. You couldn’t help your back arching into his touch, entirely too caught up in the feeling of him to realize he was pulling your underwear down.
He would never tell you this, but he had a thing for panties. After seeing your pretty little pink ones soaked in your arousal, smelling like you, he couldn’t help but toss it towards his hamper in the closet, hopefully disappearing from your vision so you’d forget about it. Never in his right mind did he expect to steal a pair of yours, let alone ones that were filthy with your essence and freshly stripped from your body. That was another fantasy for later.
One last bite to your chest, Hyunjin kissed his way further down to meet your cunt at eye level. It was sopping wet, waiting to be devoured. Self restraint gone, he threw your legs over his shoulders and dove in, licking a fat stripe up your center. Another loud moan ripped from you, encouraging him to grab hold of the tops of your thighs and sit up so that you were practically folded in half.
He didn’t stop his attack on your cunt, sucking and licking and occasionally nipping at your clit. The immense pleasure forced your eyes shut, mouth dropping into an ‘O’ shape and crying out for him, “shit, angel. Just like that– fuck,” you got particularly loud when he dipped his tongue into your entrance, rubbing his nose against the swollen bud. Hearing you out of breath and loud for him, Hyunjin felt his cock throbbing again. He couldn’t help himself anymore, he wasn’t sure when he found the time to free himself of his soiled underwear. A few more licks at your cunt and he pulled away, despite your whining.
He stood fully onto his knees then fell back onto his heels, adjusting you so your ass rested on his thighs and he could still fully see your soaking cunt. Holding onto your thigh with one hand, he used the other to line himself up with your pussy. He pushed in with almost no resistance, still, the warmth of your heat wrapping around his cock was sinfully delicious. You weren’t immune to the pleasure, the split had your eyes rolling back as he bottomed out and let you adjust to his size. It took all the effort he had left not to buck into you before you were ready, but the clench of your pussy made it incredibly difficult. “Move baby,” you called out, voice broken and forehead sheer with sweat.
Starting off with slow rocks, Hyunjin pushed down the bubbling feeling in his lower stomach, opting to move one of his large hands to thumb your clit while simultaneously pushing below your gut to distract himself. This made your brain go fuzzy with pleasure, curling your toes at the feeling of every vein of his cock. Though it didn’t take Hyunjin long to get lost in the warmth you surrounded him in, thumb stuttering to a stop and palm digging into your lower stomach even more. He felt around for himself in your gut, feeling the tip of his cock inside of you with every thrust. It made your body feel as though thousands of volts of electricity hit every one of your nerve endings whenever he hit your sweet spot. It was like he was playing with it, judging by the way he kneaded the skin on the surface.
There was no stopping the way he hammered into you, using you to get himself off for a second time. You loved every moment of it. He was finally putting himself first, granted you gave him the power to do it. You loved making him feel as though he was in control when in reality, he was the gun and you were the bullets.
Your body went weak under him, letting him hold you up by the hips as he guided you back and forth on his cock at a bone breaking pace. The spasming of your walls were getting stronger, becoming more frequent as Hyunjin found your clit again and started drawing figure eights into it. His eyes went back and forth between your boobs bouncing and where your bodies connected, settling to see the ring of cream that formed at the base of his dick. Needing something to hold on to, you reached for his hand that was doing its best to hold your hips in the air.
You were oh so close to your climax, Hyunjin could feel it as well. His hips began to get messy with its thrusts, resorting to short and hard ones that repeatedly hit your g-spot. That combined with the stimulation on your clit, you were on the absolute brink. “Give it to me. Let me feel you,” Hyunjin moaned out. His words were all it took for the pleasure to overfill your body, tipping you into a toe curling wave of ecstasy and releasing a cry from your gut. He felt your pussy flutter rapidly around his cock, but it was the way your back arched and your hand, so tiny compared to his, reached out to grab and intertwine with his fingers that shoved him into his second high. Your pussy milked him for all he had left, tightening the hold on your hand and dropping your hips to hunch over you, shuddering in pleasure.
Hyunjin’s head rested between the valley of your breasts, needing to compose himself. You didn’t rush him, pulling him closer by dragging your nails lightly along his scalp. He didn’t want to move, too in love with the feeling of your skin on his and the comfort of his softening cock still inside of you. But the overwhelming need to pee flushed over you, having to break his post-nut tranquility early by gently tapping the top of his head. He– reluctantly– let you go, pulling out and watching the way his cum slowly dripped down your abused cunt. You laughed at the way his eyes were solely trained on the fluid leaking out of you. In a way, it was endearing, strangely so. Still, you needed to get up. In order to not leak onto the bed, Hyunjin scooped what he could with his fingers. The response was automatic, you opened your mouth for him to let you lick his cum from his digits, swallowing. The sight almost had the blood rushing to his cock, but the lack of strength left in his body prohibited it.
You were quick to use the bathroom, wiping away anything left over and flushing the toilet. When you returned to the bedroom, Hyunjin had a large shirt laid over the mattress, presumably for you seeing as he was already beneath the sheets. Although he was on his back not facing you, he heard your footsteps and held open his arms for you to join him.
That same feeling from before coursed through you, domesticity. His bed felt like home as you wiggled your way beside him. Long arms encompassed you, the stress of the day finally catching up. You let out a deep, content sigh, listening to the sound of Hyunjin’s heartbeat.
He couldn’t tell for sure if you’d fallen asleep yet, but he thought if he didn’t act now, he wasn’t sure when he’d have the courage to say it again. “I love you,” he said. You’d heard it, clear as day and felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. You didn’t respond, shutting your eyes and hoping to wake in the morning with a mind that wasn’t racing a million miles and hour.
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A/N: im so excited for this one!! I wrote this faster than I wrote the first two parts cus of the love F&MU got, it really motivated me to get this done before my trip. That being said I'm not sure how much time I'll have for writing while I'm gone, hopefully I can get some of part 4 done. I'm still deciding who I want to do hehehehe I have a few ideas.
As usual, feedback is always appreciated whether it be constructive, random thoughts, or just wanted to talk about the plot!!
-momo < 3
#stray kids fanfic#It Was Good Until It Wasn’t#hwang hyunjin#hwang hyunjin smut#hwang hyunjin fluff#hwang hyunjin angst#hyunjin smut#hyunjin angst#hyunjin fluff#hyunjin x reader#hwang hyunjin x reader#hyunjin x y/n#hyunjin x you#hyunjin x female reader#stray kids smut#stray kids angst#stray kids fluff#skz smut#skz fluff#skz angst#Spotify
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it just hit me that i’m actually about to watch the final season of young royals what
#2021 me would not believe it#the little worms in my brain were not feeling the yr hyperfixation until TODAY#idk but i was a bit disappointed i wasn’t as exciting as with s2 but it just kicked out late#at least the good (?) thing is that there’s still a week left#to find out if i’ll be happy or just have to kms#oh well 😀#young royals#young royals season 3
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I’m think I’m addicted to romance
Showing my whole hands
Laying my cards out flat
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The fact that Taylor has released the same amount of albums under Universal/Republic in less than half the time when she was with Big Machine, really makes me wonder about all of the potential things she could’ve done if instead of having to fight tooth and nail for everything, they had granted her more creative freedom and trusted her.
#adding these clarifying tags since this post has gained some traction#the point of this post isn’t ‘omg she could’ve released so many more albums!!’ it’s about the creative choices she could’ve made on existing#projects either in terms of sound or collaboration or what#it’s about the difference in trust the two labels had/have in her#bmg did have a lot of trust and belief in her but as she grew wildly popular there was an effort to rein her in#she’s at a point with umg where she knows they have trust in her that she’s comfortable with releasing music on her own terms#her gut instincts are usually spot on and toward the end of the relationship bmg started to push back#her relationship with them wasn’t horrible from start to end there were a lot of good moments it just started to crumble at the end#taylor swift#midnights#like the difference is absolutely crazy#she’s been with umg/republic for only four/five years and was with BMG for 11 and has released the same number of albums#okay forgive me it’s like 7 am but it’s more like 13-15 years#obviously she didn’t really have to start fighting for stuff until red/1989 but it really makes me wonder#and how she talked in the long pond sessions about being nervous and scared to turn folklore in and their confidence is like 180 from BMG#like they have completely trusted in her and let her do whatever she wants to amazing results#🗒#this got notes*
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he got introduced to the wonderful world of monster high isn’t that neat
#hatred#notim portant#hatred game#nottemdude#<— perhaps? if you use your imagination for me just work with me here#he’s talking to postal dude btw i didn’t draw him but he’s there trust me#i pinky promise i’ll make real art at some point#until then this is all you get#also i know monster high dolls don’t look like that but i wasn’t about to spend 30 minutes drawing a good one
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