#hwang hyunjin fanfic
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𝐼’𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒
Kim Seungmin/female reader → Kim Seungmin/Hwang Hyunjin
wc: 3.9k
synopsis: someone is cheating // pt 3
pt 1 // pt 2
rating: angst/fluff/explicit ಇ ꩜
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This is not the first time getting into bed with Seungmin before sunset—to sleep, at least. You changed the bedding while he showered, and now he’s wrapped up in the top sheet, shorts on, but chest bare and out for you to see. You turned the air up, and the room is much cooler than it should be, so you can see the little goosebumps pricking up all over his arms...making his hair stand on edge.
“Do you want another blanket?”
He nods slowly, sleepily, and you crawl to the end of the bed and pull one out of the chest. The burn of his eyes on you makes you shiver a little, and you hope the entire time that he’ll get up and reach for you. But he doesn’t. He’s comfortable on his pillow when you return and pull it up to his shoulders. Youou were right about his eyes being on you.
“Thank you.” He whispers it and pouts, and you remember now that you haven’t kissed him on the lips at all.
Not once since he returned last night. You don’t even know if you should, or if you can. What if you do, and he doesn’t want it? Nothing about your conversation today has made kissing him seem out of the question, but still, it’s hard. The chest kiss was you on auto-pilot, and thinking back to it makes your stomach swirl.
“Minnie?”
You are still sharing the same bed, after all. How much could he hate your kiss?
Colors pop up in his vision as he squeezes his eyes, and then he opens them to you. The look you give him isn’t the warm one you usually have one, but it’s not cold. It’s somewhere in the middle; it’s unsure and sad, and he’s given it to you so many times in the past. Seungmin pulls the blanket up even further, and folds his arms around it before speaking…“Lay down, get some sleep”
You do, and you’re relieved that he stays put when you scoot a little closer.
“Seungmin?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong?”
“Uhm…nothing, nothing. Goodnight, love.”
He’s silent. He closes his eyes, and he’s asleep.
· · ♡ · ·
You can almost hear him before you open your eyes. His stare is so intense, and you feel whatever thoughts he has radiating out of him.
“Seungmin? You okay?”
He looks away for a moment, and then back, and he swallows hard before he starts to speak. “You said you didn’t sleep with him…you said that last night.”
The memory of last night makes your head ache; Seungmin’s tone, his face, as he grabbed you so softly, even though you don’t think he wanted to be so gentle. The look in his eyes when he thought about you fucking someone other than him. Lying to him is not an option, but last night was…intense, and a little bit scary. You don’t immediatly answer his non question; instead you sit up and push the covers away from you, because you suddenly feel very warm. You feel like you might throw up.
“Was that the truth?”
Seungmin has been avoiding straight answers all day, answering your questions with his own. Pulling that on him this time won’t work. Too much silence won’t work either, because you can sense his patience dwindling with each quiet moment that passes.
“Once”
That single word is the most difficult one you’ve ever had to say to him, and it doesn’t even come out right. It gets caught in your throat, along with any hope of a deep breath. But Seungmin says nothing, and he doesn’t move, and it scares you even more. You don’t even have the courage to look at him.
“Once.” He repeats it, but he’s not questioning you.
“I was scared last night. I didn’t know what to do, or say in the moment. I don’t want to lie…again.” You stop and wait, and you still don’t look at him, but he says nothing. You can’t even hear him breathing. “Say something…scream at me, I don’t care. Please say something.”
The bed shifts as he gets out from under the covers, walks to the dresser to throw on a clean shirt and sweatpants. You watch him from the corner of your eye, trying to figure out what he’s feeling, and what he’s thinking, but he gives you nothing.
“Are you leaving?”
No answer. He closes the door gently behind him, and you struggle with the urge to run for him. What’s the point? You can’t keep delaying the inevitable, because it’s getting harder and harder with each new word you speak to him. If he’s going to go, he needs to go now. But there’s no sound of him opening and closing the front door
He’s sitting in the dark at the coffee table, head in his arms, phone a few inches from his face. The glow of the screen is the only light you can see, so you click on one of the kitchen lights. Maybe he came out here to get away from you. If that’s the case, you respect his space, and you head to the kitchen to make him something to eat.
Eventually, he looks up, and eventually, you catch him staring as you walk from one end of the kitchen to the other. He doesn’t look angry, and he doesn’t look upset—the empty look on his face is worse.
“Are you hungry?”
He snaps out of it and lifts his head to nod. Seungmin is usually hungry, and he’s always a good eater, so cooking for him, and doting on him became your way of showing affection after the first few months together. It still is, and he knows that’s why you’re in there right now. Sometimes it feels like it replaces everything else, but it's been that way for a while. Seungmin hasn’t been as affectionate as you might need, especially lately, but you never complain. He wishes you would have complained. Even more, he wishes he wouldn't have been so oblivious to everything.
You don’t notice him getting to his feet and walking toward you—not until he’s right next to you, and even then, you stare pointedly at the broth simmering until a soft hey reaches your ears.
“Hi, it’s almost ready”
“I’m sorry”
“You’re sorry…what are you sorry for?”
“I was reading your email again. I read it a few times.”
You jump when he reaches for and touches your cheek.
“You didn’t do—“
He kisses you. Seungmin pulls you closer and places a kiss on your temple.
“You didn’t do anything wrong”
And then he does it again. “I didn’t help. When I come home, I don’t treat you the way that you deserve. I fall asleep and I wake up and I leave again.”
“I’m not gonna pretend you hold any of the blame for this, so stop it”
“Why can’t we both be guilty?”
“Because you didn’t go behind my back and sleep with someone else. You didn’t cheat on me, Seungmin. Physically…emotionally. I did it, and it’s there forever.”
“But do you want to go back and change things?”
“It had barely even happened yet and I wanted to run away. I wanted to run home and call you, tell you everything, beg for your forgiveness. But I didn’t.”
“When was it?”
“A month ago, maybe a little more. I did call you the next morning, because I slept through all your messages. You must have been working, though.”
“You were with him yesterday, before I got here”
“No, I was home all day. I don’t know why he messaged me when he did. I haven’t seen him in weeks, and I only saw him once after, because I told him I was done. I think he messaged the wrong person.”
Seungmin stares at the simmering broth as he thinks, then turns off the burner.
“I can show you the messages when I turn the new phone on. I will. You can read everything.”
“So…bad timing”
“Maybe good timing, if it got us here. I hate not telling you everything that’s going on in my head.”
“Should I be doing that more often?”
You grab his shirt and pull him close again, “yes, all the time,” and bring him back down for a kiss, finally, on his lips. But it’s light, and it’s hesitant, for both of you. It feels like it’s been months, and you don’t know how you could stand to kiss anyone else.
· · ♡ · ·
Seungmin wakes early the next morning. He looks at you, still sound asleep, curled up tight under the blankets, and the familiar ache in his stomach returns—the one he gets every time he has to leave you. The one he’s never actually told you about. But he’s going to get up quietly, and he’s going to pack up his things and leave without making a sound. He’ll text you later, after he leaves you waiting for a few hours, but right now he needs out of here.
The only problem with the dorm is he still won’t be alone. He deals with it, though. Jeongin forces him out to lunch, but he’s unsuccessful at figuring out what specifically is eating away at Seungmin. He has to know it has something to do with you, though, because otherwise, he wouldn't be here. Even after a few early drinks and video games, nothing comes out. He tries his best to seem okay, and the distraction of the dorm helps more than he thought it would.
By the time 8pm rolls around…then 9, then midnight, he’s surprised you haven’t sent him a single message. He worries, because that’s what he does, and then he starts to type out a text.
I think being away for a while will be good for us
The two of you are always apart, though. Why would he say that? Seungmin backspaces and starts again.
If you’re still awake, goodnight, if you’re sleeping…good morning
It’s a little more blunt than he intends, but he sends it anyway, and the read notification appears as soon as it’s delivered. Seungmin waits a few moments for you to start typing…but you don’t.
“You heading to bed?”
He turns and sees Felix peeking around the corner, a little apprehensive. Seungmin hasn’t done well at masking his sadness since he’s been here.
“Yeah, I think so”
And as soon as Felix disappears again, he goes to the kitchen and grabs two bottles of soju, and the last bottle of beer. Still, as he drinks and writes in his journal, he waits for a reply. He could just text you again, and part of him actually wants to, but he’ll force himself to wait until morning, at least.
But a few minutes later, a text does come through. It’s not from you, and it’s not from any of his dorm mates—it’s Hyunjin.
“Seungminnie!! Are you sleeping yet? I miss you! I haven’t seen you since we got back”
Hyunjin doesn’t know about Seungmin’s troubles, but if he did, he’d be very concerned. Maybe he is the one to go to; to talk to, confide in, get some advice. Any of his hyungs would be willing to help, but Hyunjin probably owes Seungmin a few hours worth of listening anyway. And he’s always a comfort.
“I’m still up… a little drunk”
“Come over!”
· · ♡ · ·
Seungmin is a little surprised at himself, getting up and getting back into sweatpants to walk down the long hallway. Hyunjin begged when he initially said no, though, and Seungmin is too nice to just ignore him.
Everyone else must be asleep, because Hyunjin answers after a few soft knocks. First he peeks, just to be sure it’s Seungmin, and then he smiles as he slowly opens the door.
“We have beer, if you’re not still too drunk!” He pulls him in and walks to the kitchen, “oh, that is Chan's…we won’t touch that,” he points to an apple soju tucked away in the back.
“Okay, maybe just one beer”
“You seem tired. Well, drunk I guess. You’ve been quiet, how are things with your girl? I haven’t seen her in some time.”
Because you rarely get out to see any of them. You do go out with friends on occasion, at least that he knows of, but generally, you stay hidden away. The thought makes Seungmin pout, and again he fights the urge to text you.
“What’s that face for? Is something going on…are you two having trouble?”
Seungmin shrugs.
“How can you have trouble when you’re hardly together?”
“That’s the trouble”
Hyunjin ooohs and brings his hands down on Seungmin’s shoulders. And he squeezes. “Yes, it’s hard to maintain and keep balance when you can rarely see each other. Texts and phone calls only do so much.”
“She cheated on me”
His hands drop and his eyes grow, “cheated? Oh Seungie, I’m sorry. You guys broke up?”
“Uh, not officially”
“But you’re going to, I assume. That seems unforgivable.”
It is. It should be. You said yourself that you don’t deserve his forgiveness; that you don’t deserve him. Seungmin doesn’t see it that way, though. At least not completely.
“I feel guilty, too. I haven’t been there for her recently, not in any way.”
Hyunjin reaches again, this time grabbing Seungmin biceps and squeezing, “you do your best, I know you do. Relationships are hard, especially for us. But you’re hurting, and I don’t like that. If she did it once, she—“
“I know, I know”
He can’t imagine you doing it again, though. It could be the email, and the letter. Maybe it’s just how defeated you’ve been, and how willing you are to tell him everything—he never asked to see the messages the two of you shared, but he can read them if he wants, apparently. He doesn’t think he wants to do that, though, because he’s afraid it will just make things hurt even more.
“You deserve better than that, Min.” Hyunjin turns and heads toward his bedroom, and Seungmin follows. “You deserve to be taken care of.”
“She does take care of me, and I know she loves me”
“Seungmin…”
“Yeah?”
“Sit, let me help”
His voice is soft, but a little demanding, and Seungmin listens without protest.
“I don’t want you to forgive so easily and get hurt again”
“I’ll be okay. And I haven’t figured it out yet, anyway. I’m giving it some time.”
“Can I ask a silly question, Minnie?” Hyunjins sits and sets his hand on Seungmin’s shoulder. He squeezes, pushes his thumbs into the tight muscles.
Seungmin groans and takes a long drink of his beer, making sure he doesn’t sober up too much yet. He should’ve grabbed two. “Yeah, you can.”
“Have you…well, I know you haven’t cheated, but have you thought about it? I mean…thought about anyone else in that way? Romantically, sexually.”
If Hyunjin is trying to make it easier for him to break things off with you, that wasn’t the best question to ask. Now he thinks back to a few times he did have more than romantic thoughts about someone other than you. Men and women both. He has never acted on any of them, but he did get hard from his fantasies on several occasions, and he came spectacularly without your face in his mind. One of those times, it was the man almost sitting in his lap right now.
Seungmin feels for his phone in his pocket and pulls it out, but Hyunjin grabs for it, sets it aside, “down,” and he gently coaxes him onto stomach.
“Jin-“
“Hush, Minnie…you’re always around to help me when I need it. You always listen, you’re always so patient.”
“I try”
“I owe you”
“Do you? You’re listening to me right now…”
“Please, just a few minutes. I bet you haven’t done this in a while.”
It’s true. It feels like he hasn’t properly relaxed in a very long time, and he certainly hasn’t had time to get a massage, to sit in the sauna and clear his mind. Work has been constant, and when he isn’t working, he’s trying to sleep, he’s practicing, writing…wondering how you are. Seungmin tenses at the first real touch against his back muscles, then eases up, and sighs. “Careful, I’m ticklish”
“Oh, I know”
His hands move down slowly...roughly. He doesn’t hold back when he feels a knot on one side. Seungmin doesn’t mind the pain, only hisses and breathes through it.
“I wish I could figure this out. I know what I want to do, but at the same time I’m worried I’m going about this all wrong.”
“You’re a smart boy, you’ll probably figure things out just talking about it. This is what you need.” Hyunjin’s touch softens, and he traces back up Seungmin’s spine with his fingers, over his neck and into his hair.
Seungmin sighs again, and the sound that escapes him is a little embarrassing.
“You didn’t answer my question yet”
Hyunjin lightens up when Seungmin starts to turn onto his back, but he lets a hand run across him as he shifts down—lets his finger graze over what little bit of ass he can get to through his sweatpants. Seungmin stares awkwardly for a moment—knees up, legs open—but Hyunjin looks at him like he’s been missing him and waiting for him for weeks. Months. He’s looking at him the way you look at him.
“In my mind, yeah, I guess I’ve cheated. I’ve thought about other people, and…gotten off to them, and the fantasies.”
“Gotten off?” He smirks and licks his lips, “who do you think about, Seungmin?”
His face warms, and probably turns pink. Luckily it’s a little dark in the room. There is no way he’s going to admit to Hyunjin that he once came very, very hard watching a video of the two of them together. But the way he’s being looked at right now—studied, undressed, maybe—it’s overwhelming, thinking of you, and thinking of him. Seungmin doesn’t know whether to get up and stop this, or lean in and move things along. He shakes his head and tries not to pull back when Hyunjin grabs his hand. He doesn’t want to pull back. He keeps still and lets him touch, and massage.
Then he raises Seungmin’s knuckles to his lips, “you can stop me,” kisses across his palm and down his wrist. But he isn’t stopped, even when he pulls closer, and lips meet lips. It’s calm and it’s anxious all at once, just figuring out exactly how the other moves, and it doesn’t take long get the hang of it. They disconnect and Seungmin falls backward, and he feels wet lips press hard against his bare stomach. He decides he’s not going to stop him, but his heart is pounding, and the guilt rises up in him again when he looks down and sees a mess of dark hair spread across his torso. But he won’t stop him.
“Hyunjin?” Seungmin sighs and runs a hand across his shoulder. His cock is throbbing and pulling all the blood from his brain, and he can feel nothing but want right now. “Hyunjin.”
“Hmm…what is it, Min?” He slows down, “should I stop?”
“No, no don’t stop”
He watches as his sweats are pulled down, painfully slow, and just before Seungmin is finally free, Hyunjin peeks up at him and presses a finger to his lips.
He nods in understanding. Of course he’ll be silent, because being found together like this would make things much worse than just awkward. But as soon as the warmth of his mouth hits, Seungmin forgets everything bad that could happen, and everything bad that has happened. He sinks into the bed and feels his body melt away. And he’s drunk; he’s definitely still drunk, and he can’t believe how hard he is, considering the amount he’s had tonight. But his mind wanders—the up and down of Hyunjins mouth, the squeeze of hands on thighs and hips, it’s perfect and he’d be fine with this lasting for hours, but his mind still bounces back and forth between this, and you—your face, your voice, your mouth. And then it’s Hyunjin again, making you feel so good after so much sadness.
“Is it good, Minnie?”
Seungmin moans, and it’s so much louder than he intends, but Hyunjin only giggles as his tongue slides up and over his cock, and he’s swallowed again. Hips buck up, needing more, and Hyunjin takes every inch. Seungmin is still surprised by how hungry Hyunjin has been for this. He knows exactly what he’s doing, because he’s been waiting, and wanting.
“So good…please, I need to come”
“Mm not yet, no”
“Please”
“I need you a little bit longer”
The bed shakes a little as Hyunjin relaxes on his stomach, and Seungmin doesn’t have to look to see what’s going on—he can feel the steady strokes, and the slow, lazy kisses moving up his length, and then back down. The licks, savoring every inch of him. He‘ll have to plead more if he wants to come, and he will. A fistful of hair and a tug makes him giggle again.
“Please, please let me come, I need it so bad”
“I know, sweet Minnie, you’re so cute when you beg”
Another moan as he swallowed again, and this time Hyunjin means it. He’s good at it. The tight squeeze of his throat sets off sparks in his head, and he can’t hold on. It builds in him, and it’s been so long since he’s been here, and came like this, even with you. But he pushes the thought away for now, because his brain feels like it’s shutting down, and all the matters is this, right now; the lips wrapped around his cock, and the heat pulsing through every part of him, making him shake as he empties himself, and it takes so much to not scream, so he bites down hard on his own hand to keep this in the room.
Now it’s so quiet, it’s scary. Hands still caress his thighs, and Hyunjin’s mouth is still there, licking up anything he may have missed. Seungmin feels so sensitive, but it’s good…the soft, careful touch of his tongue. After a few moments, he finally finds the energy to prop himself up and look down.
“Lucky girl,” Hyunjin smiles and gently pulls at his sweatpants until Seungmin is covered again. “I hope she does that for you whenever you want.”
You do, and as the feeling slowly returns to the rest of his body, and his mind catches up, he sees your face as you kneel for him, or as you sneak under the covers to finish waking him up.
“What are you thinking about, puppy?” Hyunjin’s head rests comfortably on Seungmin’s hip, “hmm? I see big thoughts moving around up there.”
He sees right, and he feels guilty needing you after what he just did. But maybe he should feel like this, because that’s what you felt, getting yourself into the mess you made and trying to run away at the last minute. But Seungmin didn’t run, and he’s perfectly comfortable right now, and the strangest part is how easy, and how fast it was.
“Thinking about her?”
Seungmin looks down, “I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay”
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fuckboy!hyunjin. 1.6k word. cliched enemy to lovers(??) with a douchebag hyunjin.
“don’t tell me you’re scared of some fake gore,” the boy whispers over to you, followed by a mocking chuckle, “need me to protect you baby?”
“shut up.”
“baby.”
“shut-”
“can you both shut up and just watch the damn movie?” seungmin says from his sitting position on the floor, his head turning back to glare at both you and hyunjin on the couch, “i swear if i need to pause it again, i’m throwing both of you out in the cold!”
if it weren’t for the fact that your roommate was dating seungmin, you would never ever interact with someone like his best friend, hwang hyunjin, let alone let him into your apartment.
but unfortunately for you, the two were the ultimate besties which meant where one boy went, the other usually followed. that’s why it had become a norm for the four of you to hang out. like right now, a weekend movie night.
you really didn’t mind seungmin, the boy was nice and treated your roommate well but hwang hyunjin was a whole other story.
hwang hyunjin. sigh. the boy was the literal definition of a fuck boy. an obnoxious frat boy who flirted his way through every living thing in a skirt. yeah, that was a way to describe him.
at first, hanging out with him wasn’t all that bad. you actually didn’t mind him either, the boy was somewhat funny and that face of his was just absolutely breath taking. one of the many reasons why he was so popular around town.
but then he began treating you differently, for some reason. he’d go out of his way to annoy you, to insult you, to tease you. he seemed to suddenly hate you and he made sure to let you know that.
and it had been hell since.
“i’m gonna make more popcorn,” you get off the couch and head towards the kitchen, sighing at the thought of having to spend the rest of the night with hyunjin. classes had already been hell for you so the last thing you needed tonight was a screaming match with the fuck boy.
“don’t do too much thinking, your small brain might explode.”
that voice. that god awful voice.
you turn around to see the devil himself leaning against the kitchen entrance, arms crossed over and a smug grin on his stupid handsome face.
“what? cat got your tongue babe?” he makes his way over to you, cornering you in against the kitchen cabinet, “or have you finally fallen in love with me?”
“fuck off hwang,” you push at his chest but the boy doesn’t budge, only laughing at your weak move, “i’m not in the mood to deal with your shit.”
“what do you have against me anyway?” he leans in closer to you, both his hands now resting on either sides of you on the cabinet, “is it cause i’m so good looking and so popular?”
gulp.
this has to be the closest you’ve ever been to hyunjin, his face barely even an inch away from yours. the smell of his cologne is attacking you from every direction, a very clear indication that he was way into your personal space than necessary.
“no hwang. i hate you because you’re so obnoxious and so self centred!”
“oh really?”
“yes!” your hands push up against his chest again as you say so, preventing the boy from coming any closer to you, “you think everything is about you! just because all the girls on campus wants to fuck you, doesn’t mean you can be such a douchebag all the time!”
perhaps you were crazy but you swear you could see his gaze move from your eyes to your lips as you spoke, the boy clearly not paying any attention to your words. you’re not sure why he’s suddenly so quiet, why he’s not throwing insults at you but the way he’s staring is making you more nervous than ever.
you try to avoid his weird, intense gaze by moving away but the boy stays put, his arms on either sides of you seemingly sliding closer to your body instead.
“mo- move-”
“do you wanna fuck me?”
“what the fuck hyunjin?”
“you said every girl on campus wants to fuck me right? well do you wanna fuck me?”
“of course not!”
“well that’s really too bad,” he scoffs, a playful grin on his face as his hands grab onto your waist, holding you in place, “cause i wanna fuck you though.”
your mouth is frozen, your mind unable to process the words that had come out of his mouth. maybe you were just hearing things because there was no way he had just said what he said to you.
the boy who had made your life a living hell these past two months wanted to what? fuck you?
“you... what?”
“i said, i want to fuck you,” his grip on you tightens with every word, fingers now gripping so harshly into your skin that you’re certain marks will appear by tomorrow morning, “and if you don’t tell me to stop, i am going to kiss you right now.”
gulp.
“th- this isn’t funny. let go.”
you let out a squeal when he suddenly lifts you up onto the cabinet and moves to stand in between your dangling legs. his body is now comfortably pressed against yours, his arms tightly around your waist while yours are resting on his shoulders. it’s a position you wouldn’t have ever imagined you’d be in with him but here you are and you’re not pushing him away either.
“does it look like i’m trying to be funny?” his lips brushes past yours just slightly as he says so, a move you would’ve surely punched him for but at this moment, you don’t know how to react.
so many things are running through your mind, so many different potential reasons as to why he was suddenly acting this way.
“too late baby.”
and his lips were on yours before you could even respond, kissing you with so much force that your bottom lip immediately hurts. the boy is evidently desperate, wanting to taste more of you than just the surface.
his hands casually slides underneath your shirt as he continues to kiss you, causing an instant shiver through your body from his touch alone. you feel as though your body is on fire, every part of you screaming to be touched, to be pleased.
he moves away from you slightly after a bit, just enough for you to catch your breath again. he doesn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time, the intensity of his gaze only causing an embarrasing pool in between your legs. in addition to the pool that was already there during the kiss.
“if you just want to get your dick wet, well you’re not getting shit from me hwang.”
lies. you know for a fact that one more move from the boy and you’ll probably end up on your knees if he told you to.
but he didn’t need to know that.
“actually i’ve been trying for two months but you’re too fucking dense to notice,” he rolls his eyes at you, clearly annoyed, “why else would i spend every single weekend here? you think i really want to watch shitty b grade movies with the lovey dovey couple?”
“wait... what?”
“i flirt with you every single time! as if you really didn’t know!”
“being a dick is your way of flirting?” you make a disgusted face and slap his chest, “how on earth do you get girls everyday being this way?”
“well i haven’t had a girl in two months because the one i want is oblivious as fuck.”
silence.
...
more silence.
“well- well... i-”
“just shut up,” he smashes his lips onto your onces again, this time kissing you in a way that had your knees weak and your body feeling like mush. it’s a slow and sensual kiss, as if the boy is taking his time with you, wanting to feel every part of you.
you end up whimpering into the kiss when one of his hands moves to trace the thin lining of your pants, his fingers teasingly slipping past the band. but to your dismay, that’s all he does.
“hyunjin...”
“yeah baby, i’m right here.”
“oh. my. god,” you and hyunjin immediately freeze at your roommate’s sudden gasp, only to see her and seungmin standing at the entrance, completely disgusted, “i knew you guys would’ve ended up fucking one day but PLEASE not in my kitchen. PLEASE.”
“i told you dude. should’ve just confessed instead of giving me a headache for the past two months,” seungmin sighs dramatically before pulling your roommate away, “whatever, we’re going out. you guys play nicely.”
and the two are gone as quick as they appeared, leaving you and hyunjin alone in the apartment. no one says anything for a while but you don’t care. all you wanted to do was hide in a hole forever after being caught by your roommate and seungmin.
with a sigh, you decide it’d be best for you to get off the cabinet but hyunjin stops you.
“ah- i’m not done with you yet,” he says sternly, holding you in place, “we have a lot to talk about.”
“talk?”
“yeah like where you want me to take you on our first date.”
“who said i’d date you?” it’s your turn to scoff now, amazed at the boy’s confidence, “you wish hwang.”
“who you trying to fool? you were about to let me fuck you right here in this kitchen babe, so i’m pretty sure you wouldn’t say no to a date.”
“hwang hyunjin!”
“yeah baby, i’m right here.”
end.
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Pairing: Han Jisung x Afab! Plus Sized Reader
Theme: Fluff, smut, breeding kink, rough sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), squirting. 18+ NO MINORS.
Word Count: 2.1K
A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work!
Having kids was never something you or Jisung talked about, even as newlyweds. But god seeing him today playing around with Chan’s son made something change in you. Seeing how amazing how gentle he was, how playful and caring. All you could think about was how amazing of a father he would be. You stared at him as he chased his little nephew around pretending to be a monster while Changbin pretended to be a knight and help slay him. You wondered if there was ever going to be a chance for you and him. Suddenly the smile disappeared from your face and you looked away.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Chan asked softly as he sat beside you in the kitchen, making you jump slightly. You bit your lip and looked over to Jisung.
“I found out that I have pcos, recently.” You said quietly. Chan looked over to Jisung holding his son and spinning him around then back at you and it clicked almost instantly. He reached over to grab your hand gently and squeezed it. “He knows, I couldn’t keep it from him. It’s more common now than it used to be. — But because of that, it will be hard getting pregnant, if at all.” You looked at him nervously. “For all I know I could be barren.”
“If you think that could stop Jisung from loving you, I hope you know it wouldn’t.” He said quietly. “Jisung would move mountains just to be by your side. – And hey there’s still a chance you can.”
“I want to try.” You said quietly. “I want a family with him. But I’m scared.”
“You should tell him.” Chan said softly.
“I’m going to. I just..I’m..” He pulled you into a side hug.
“It’s gonna be okay.” He whispered softly as he rubbed your back. "It's not going to go bad as you think it is. I promise you that."
Later on that night Jisung could tell something was wrong. You were quieter than normal, and kept zoning out. When you came home he pulled you close from behind and wrapped his arms around your waste. He nuzzled his face in your neck and kissed it softly.
“What’s wrong, doll?” He asked softly as he held you close. “What’s on your mind? You were so distant today.” You felt guilty for making him worry and melted into him as he held you.
“I was just thinking about something that’s all.” You whispered quietly. Your fingers gently ran up his arm that was wrapped around your stomach as your heart pounded from nerves. Should you listen to what Chan said? Should you tell him now? Your thoughts went back to earlier in the day with Jisung and his nephew and you couldn’t help but feel the wanting grow even stronger within you.
“What is it? What are you thinking?” He asked softly. You slowly turned around in his arms and looked up into his eyes nervously.
“J-Ji..” You whispered softly. He stared at you gently as he ran his fingers through your hair. “I want to try.” You whispered, his fingers stopped and he looked deep into your eyes. “I want to have a baby, I.. I want to have a family with you.” You let out a shaky breath and looked down at your feet. “I k-know it’s gonna be difficult, but after seeing you today I just–” You were cut off as Jisung tilted your head up to kiss you deeply. You melted into him instantly, just like always. His kisses were always addicting, they put you under a spell, making you want more, craving his lips the way you needed oxygen to survive.
“I love you.” He whispered into your lips. “If you want to try, so do I.”
“A-are you sure? I don’t want to disappoint you. What if, what if I… what if I never.” Jisung caressed your cheek making you stop mid sentence.
“Then we can look at other options, we could adopt, find a surrogate. Whatever you want to do, I am here and I will support you. My love, you could never disappoint me. This isn’t something you can control and I would never ever think badly of you for it. I married you for you, not anything else. I love you so much. You’re my universe. That will never change.” He pressed his lips to your forehead and held you tightly. His words made all your nerves disappear in seconds. You couldn’t help but smile at him as he bit his lip.
“—- I won’t deny I’ve thought about it. You walking around, glowing, stomach swollen with our little one growing inside.” He pulled you closer and nipped your lips. “Just the thought of it makes me want to press you against the wall and take you right here.” You shook at his words as he stared into your eyes hungrily. You could feel your core grow wet between your legs, dripping at the thought.
“Then why don’t you?” You whispered softly. He pressed his body to yours and quickly pinned you against the wall. He pressed his lips to yours hungrily and pushed up your skirt quickly and ripped your panties off. You gasped as you felt him wrap one of your legs around his waist as he nipped at your lips. You whimpered as you heard him undo his pants and push them down quickly. You felt his tip brush against your wet folds and shuddered.
“So drenched already, you want this bad don’t you, doll? You want me to stuff you full of my cum and knock you up?” He growled softly as he teased you with his tip. “Your body is screaming for it. Leaking so much on me.”
“Yes.” You whined loudly. “Please Ji.” You rocked your hips and he groaned in response. He buried his face in your neck and nipped at your skin as he pushed deep inside you. His curved cock hitting spots that made you see stars already. You both whimpered loudly as he bottomed out in you. You trembled and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Love you.” You mewled out.
“Love so much more darling.” He whispered into your skin. “Can’t get enough of you.” He rocked into you slow but hard, each thrust making you cry out and arch off the wall. “My beautiful girl.” Your heart flipped at that and you pulled his head up to kiss him passionately. He kissed back desperately as his thrusts began to pick up pace. He picked up your other leg so both were wrapped around him.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin along with both of your moans of delight filled the apartment and no doubt left no imagination for your neighbors. Not that either of you cared, if anything this was revenge for the couple next to you who went at it for hours last week. You were definitely louder than they were. But you couldn’t help it. Not when his cock was hitting that sweet spot deep inside of you repeatedly. Your legs were shaking as you felt yourself getting close to your peak. You clung to him for dear life as he felt you clench around him.
“That’s it love, let go for me.” He whispered. His hips started to snap at a rapid pace making you scream out and your eyes roll back. You arched off the wall and mewled loudly as he whined into your neck. “Yes yes yes, oh fuck baby keep clenching like that. Wanna fill you with my cum, want your beautiful pussy to milk me of every last drop baby.” You couldn’t hold it in any longer and sobbed as you finally reached your orgasm. Jisung followed seconds after as he pounded into you three times as he spilled into you. He held you tightly as you shook in his arms, peppering kisses all over your neck and face. “You alright baby?” He whispered softly.
“More than alright.” You breathed out as you pressed your forehead to his. “Think we scarred the people in 2b?” He chucked as you giggled to yourself.
“Oh, by the time I’m through with you tonight. They won’t be able to look us in the eye ever again.” You blushed deeply at his words and bit your lip. “Don’t do that love or we will never make it to the bedroom.” He warned softly before pressing his lips to yours.
“The couch is just as good.” You whispered softly. You could feel is cock twitch inside you. “Or the kitchen counter.” He growled in response. “Maybe even the kitchen table..”
“Fuck y/n..” He whispered softly and rocked into you, making you shudder. “Look what you do to me.” You whimpered at the feeling and nipped at his lips.
“Need more cum, Ji. Wanna have your baby please.” You begged softly. He stepped out of his pants and carried you to the couch. He laid you down and pulled out of you gently making you whine at him. He smirked at you and spread your legs wide.
“Wanna make you feel good first.” He whispered. He dove into your core and licked it clean, his tongue swirled around your clit making you shake and sob. You were sensitive and if there's one thing Jisung loved doing, it was making you cum until you begged him to stop. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he devoured your core like a man starved. Your hips rocked against his mouth in desperation making him shudder and rock into the couch in need.
You choked on air when you felt two fingers enter you and curl, finding your spot in seconds. He knew your body inside out, and you knew he was going to have you in shambles by the end of the night. He began to thrust his fingers into you quickly as he sucked on your clit, you couldn't even think. All you could do was writhe and jolt as he made a mess of you. His name left your lips in a desperate plea. You didn’t even have a chance to warn him as your orgasm hit you hard, your juices spilled onto his chin as he groaned loudly. He licked it all up and grinned up at you.
“Can’t get enough of your pussy, tastes like heaven.” He whispered. He kissed up your stomach and pushed up your shirt exposing your breasts, you took your shirt off quickly and threw it to the floor as he licked at your nipple. “So fucking stunning, my beautiful thick girl. All your curves drive me so insane. I’m so fucking lucky to have you as my wife.” He ripped off his shirt and you whimpered at the sight of his chest, your hands running up his abs gently.
“You’re the perfect one, you’re so beautiful Jisung.” You whispered. He laid flush against you and kissed you feverishly as his hands ran up your thighs, he pushed them up, positioning them high and eased into you slowly. You gasped into his lips as his cock filled you again, the angle bringing new waves of pleasure to you.
“Gonna breed you, gonna make you nice and swollen with our baby inside you.” He growled out, his lips brushed against yours as he snapped into you roughly, making you cry out with each thrust. Your eyes’ never left each other, as he pushed deeper and deeper into you. Soon you where whaling as he thrusted violently into you. Your body shook violently as you clung to his forearms. You couldn’t speak, you couldn’t think, your mind was a fog. “Look at you, so cock drunk and gone. My beautiful doll.” He cooed as he pressed his lips to yours. You shrieked as his pace picked up, at almost an inhuman speed. “Gonna ruin you, gonna fill you up over and over.” Your eyes rolled back and you clenched around him making him cry out in delight. He watched as your legs shook violently as your juices spilled all over him once again. The look on your face bringing him to his climax as he shoved his cock as deep as possible into you, spilling his seed inside once more.
You whimpered as you felt the warm creamy liquid spill out of you as he pulled out. He caressed your cheek and looked at you softly.
“You did so well love, come back to me.” He whispered softly as he pressed his lips to your head.
“J-Jisung.” You whimpered. He ran his fingers through your hair and held you close.
“I’m here doll.” He whispered softly. “I love you so much.”
“Love you.” You breathed out.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed. You’re not gonna be doing much walking tomorrow.” He teased softly, earning a little giggle from you as you slowly came back to reality. “There she is. Welcome back.”
“You made me squirt twice.” You whimpered. He chuckled and buried his face in your neck.
“And I’ll do it again.” He grinned. "But for now let's get you in a nice hot bath hmm?"
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like father, like son (h.h)
i saw this cute tik tok of a little boy and needed to write something 🫢 it's short but it's cute as fuck 🥹 dad!hyunjin would be so adorable! i hope you like it 🩷
feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰
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You're sitting on the picnic blanket you and Hyunjin brought, munching on some grapes as you watch him and Jun playing. You find yourself smiling in between bites, really glad that your baby boy shares Hyunjin's features the most.
“So cute,” you whisper to yourself, reaching for your phone to capture a photo. You grab Hyunjin's camera after, peeking through the viewfinder before taking another.
You go back to eating grapes after, humming in delight at the taste. The three of you are out celebrating Jun's second birthday, and Hyunjin had suggested going on a picnic.
“Hyune,” you call out your husband's name, gaining the taller man's attention. “Bring him over to eat!”
“Okay!” He yells back to you before crouching beside his son.
You shuffle through the picnic basket, grabbing the food you prepared for Jun. You set it on a plate for him, looking up to see if they are coming.
Jub runs towards you, a stem in his hands to which you assume was a dandelion beforehand. Your heart flutters in your chest as he runs up to you.
“Oh,” Jun mutters, noticing the empty stem.
“I love it, baby,” you giggle, taking the stem from him anyway.
He looks up at his father, who brought another one with him. Hyunjin crouches beside him and hands him the dandelion. “Give it to momma,” he whispers loud enough for you to hear, meeting your gaze.
His dark eyes light up, and he holds it out to you. “Why thank you, baby,” you grin, taking the flower into your hands.
Jun takes a couple of steps forward, being cautious of the food on the blanket before kissing your cheek. You pout slightly, feeling your heart bursting at his affection.
“I love you so much,” you whine, setting the dandelion down before kissing his chubby little cheeks. “Eat, okay?”
He nods his head and sits down beside you, grabbing the food items on his plate. Hyunjin sits on your other side and nudges your side. You glance over to him and notice the single rose between his fingers.
“This one's from me,” he whispers, planting a couple of kisses on your cheek.
“Is it make mommy cry today?” You ask while taking the red rose.
Hyunjin laughs, and he shakes his head. “We just wanted to show our appreciation for you, angel,” he tells you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“God, I love you,” you kiss his lips once, resting your forehead on his.
“I love you, too. So much that it hurts my heart,” he whispers while bringing your hand to his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat.
“Momma,” Jun calls out to you, capturing both you and Hyunjin's attention. You look over at your son, seeing him hold one of his grapes out to you.
You lean away from your husband, getting closer to the little boy. “I've already had some grapes, baby. You eat it,” you usher him, running your fingers through his hair.
Hyunjin takes some pictures of the two of you, wanting to capture this sweet moment. Jun continues to hold the grape out, wanting you to take it anyway. He grunts cutely, moving his arm up higher.
“Fine, fine,” you giggle, taking the grape from his fingers. You bite into it, humming cutely at the two year old. “Thank you, my baby.”
“He's like you when you find something that tastes good,” Hyunjin laughs, grabbing some food from the basket.
You playfully roll your eyes as Jun kicks his feet, munching on the sandwich you made. “I take complete offense to that,” you mention, smacking his chest.
Hyunjin groans, rubbing his chest after. “I didn't say it was a bad thing! It's cute, angel,” he defends himself with a cute pout.
“Dada,” Jun interrupts your playful argument, making the two of you look at him again.
His eyes look up at his father, a grape between his tiny fingers. Hyunjin coos, clapping his hands a bit before moving to take it from him.
“Thank you, baby boy!” He says excitingly, kissing the top of his head before eating the grape.
You giggle at your husband's sounds, grinning at the man. “Is that how you look and sound when I do it?” You tease, reaching over to pinch his cheek.
A blush covers his cheeks, gently pushing your hand away from him. “Shut up, maybe,” he mumbles, earning another giggle from you.
“How did I get so lucky?” You question out loud, looking from Hyunjin to Jun.
His hand grabs a hold of your free hand as you mess with Jun's hair. “By just being you, angel. Jun's lucky to have a wonderful mother like yourself,” he whispers into your ear before placing one more kiss on your cheek.
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kinktober !
kink: thighfucking
pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader
wc: 1.7k
thighfucking: non-penetrative sex where the penis is placed between the receiving partner's thighs and friction is generated via thrusting.
Hyunjin was the sweetest lover you'd ever had. He always took the time to make sure you were feeling comfortable and safe, and of course gave you the most mind-blowing orgasms of your life. He was much more of a giver than a taker; as long as you were satisfied, so was he.
Sometimes, though… he was overcome with need. You didn't know what had gotten into him that night. He came fairly early into your lovemaking, which happened sometimes and you didn't hold it against him. He'd usually proceed to attach his lips to your clit and draw one, two, three orgasms out of you. Though his own climax hadn't deterred him at all. His cock didn't soften, not even for a second, and he continued to stroke himself as he sucked his cum from your tongue and swallowed it himself.
He'd fucked you mercilessly, until the both of you were drenched in his sweat. He whimpered about how badly he'd needed your pussy all day, how tight and sweet and wet it was, all for him. He came again, deep inside you, but he was relentless. His thrusts never slowed, fucking his cum deeper into your pussy.
"You gonna cum, baby?" he asked, looking deeply into your eyes. One hand was resting on your lower back, tilting you upwards to ensure he hit your g-spot with every snap of his hips; the other reached down to caress your cheek as he spoke to you gently. "You gonna give me another one?"
"Another one?" you asked, your voice a hoarse whisper after moaning for him for what felt like hours. "I've already given you so many."
Hyunjin smiled at you. "C'mon, angel, I know you have it in you."
You took a deep breath, before nodding slowly. "Yeah, Hyune. Just one more."
He grinned, eyes disappearing into crescents. "That's my baby."
His slender fingers returned to your clit deftly, rubbing gentle circles into it, in time with his thrusts. He leaned down, his soft hair tickling your chest as he tongued your nipple. You closed your eyes and gave in to the pleasure.
Nobody had ever taken the time to learn your body the way Hyunjin had. He knew all the tricks, had all the perfect motions locked down. He was skilled in so many things, but making you cum was his expertise.
Your nails raked lines down Hyunjin's back, making him whimper and bite down on your nipple, in turn causing you to cry out too.
He looked up at you, tears in his eyes, sweat dripping down his forehead. "I'm gonna cum again, baby."
"Gonna fill me up again?" you asked, and he nodded furiously. He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you harshly, his thrusts picking up in speed. You opened your mouth with a moan, and he pushed his tongue into the space. He wasn't even kissing you, he was tongue-fucking you as you both whined, high on pleasure.
Hyunjin was close to his climax, you could tell from the pitch of his whimpers, though his fingers never slipped from your clit. You knew you'd cum soon too.
"Hyunjin- Hyune, Hyun, fuck-" you babbled into his mouth.
"Y/N," he groaned your name back. "I'm - I'm cumming!" He pushed his dick into you, as far as it would go, his pelvic bone grinding against your clit as he carried on rubbing it. He was pushing up against your cervix at this point, and the pain mingled with pleasure, pushing you over the edge.
You lay under him, completely worn out with pleasure. You were both panting, though Hyunjin had done most of the work.
"You did so well for me, babe," he said, smiling down at you sweetly. "Did it all feel good?"
You nodded, smiling through your exhaustion. "Always does."
Hyunjin sighed, looking down. His dick was resting on your vulva, sitting heavily. "It's not going down," he said, with a breathy chuckle.
You looked down, eyes wide. "You're kidding me. You don't wanna go again, do you?"
Hyunjin's cheeks were bright red, his hair positively drenched with sweat. His lips were swollen from being kissed and bitten at, and his chest was still rising and falling heavily as he struggled to catch his breath. He looked as though he could fall to the bed and sleep for days. Despite this, though, he gave you a devilish grin. "I really, really want to."
"Jesus, Hyun, do you have any cum left in you?"
He lifted his cock, dragging his balls gently over your clit. "I don't know. Already drained them three times. But I just…" He ran his hands down your sides, making you shiver. "You're so beautiful. I wanna make love to you forever."
You'd be lying if his kind words didn't make your clit start throbbing once more. But you couldn't - your pussy was on fire. You pouted at him. "My pussy's tired, baby. She needs to rest."
He nodded, accepting this. Hyunjin would never push you past your limits, would never keep begging after you've given him an answer. But you were overcome with the need to take care of him, like he always took care of you.
You raised your legs in the air, locking your ankles over his shoulders and squeezing your legs together. "There. Fuck my thighs."
Hyunjin was looking down at you, lips parted in shock, eyes lit up, as though it was Christmas morning. "Are you sure? I can fuck your thighs?"
"Of course. Go ahead, baby."
This wasn't something you'd ever offered him before, but going from the expression on his face, you'd guess that he'd definitely thought about it. He looked like his wildest dreams had just come true.
Hyunjin parted your legs slightly, sliding his dick between them. His dick was still wet from your pussy, but he spat onto it, lubing things up even further. He liked it wet and messy, but you knew he was worrying about chafing you too. You watched as his spit dripped down, ever so slowly, before landing on his shaft. The sight was so erotic, it almost made you reconsider turning down another round.
He pushed your thighs together once more, closing them around his dick. He pushed his hips forwards slowly, the head of his cock peeking through the other side. It was so pink and enlarged, you couldn't even imagine how sensitive it was.
Hyunjin threw his head back with a groan. "Feels so different from your pussy… But still so tight."
He gripped your thighs tightly, and you made sure to tense them as best you could for him, giving him a tight passage to fuck. He begin to thrust, pulling back slowly, before forcing his dick all the way back through. Your thighs were so slicked up with his spit, your wetness, his sweat. You felt it drip down your legs, back onto your pussy. Hyunjin would definitely be drawing the two of you a bath after this.
Hyunjin pressed a gentle kiss to your leg, hiding his face. You could still make out his tortured expression, though - his eyebrows furrowed into a tight knot, his pupils blown out with ecstasy, his jaw clenched tightly. Even after all this time, you were taken aback by how gorgeous he was. God, you were so fucking lucky to be the only one who got to see him like this.
As much as you loved his pretty face, you couldn't look at it long. Your eyes were drawn back to the spot between your thighs. It was captivating. The tip of his dick, bright red at this point, forcing its way through your legs, straining with the pressure, before dragging back through and disappearing again.
You could watch it for hours. Although, that being said, you were beyond tired after your countless orgasms, and the idea of cleaning yourselves up and climbing back into bed for cuddles sounded incredible. And so, it was time to commence Mission: Make Hyunjin cum as soon as possible.
"Hey, Hyune," you called to him gently.
"Mm?" He looked down at you, meeting your gaze with half-lidded eyes.
"You know how much I love you, right?" you asked. He moaned at your words. Your loverboy, this kind of affection always got him going. "Love you so much, baby. You treat me so well. Best boyfriend I've ever had."
"Love you," he whined back, his thrusts growing quicker and shakier. "Love you so much, my angel."
His eyes slipped closed, and you clicked your fingers at him. "Look at me. Don't stop looking at me. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum." He whimpered, complying with your request, giving you his unwavering eye contact. His pupils were almost indistinguishable from his dark brown eyes, particularly in the low lighting of the bedroom. His stare was intense, and told you everything he was feeling.
His breathing was heavy, his hands shaking where they gripped your thighs. His thrusts grew even messier, his dick poking into the back of your thigh a few times.
"Hey, baby, hey," you soothed him gently. "Stay still, okay?"
He followed your directions once more, pushing his dick all the way through your thighs and leaving it there, the head poking through so prettily. You spat on your fingers, and began to rub it gently, massaging his frenulum. He let out a low groan, his cock twitching beneath your touch. You tensed and untensed your thighs as you massaged him, squeezing his member between them as hard as you could.
"Oh, baby - baby, I c-can't hold on much longer," he stammered, hands scrambling as they found purchase on your waist.
"You don't need to hold on, honey, it's okay. Let go," you urged him.
"Baby - honey - Y/N, oh god!" he cried out, eyes still locked onto yours.
"Cum for me, Hyunjin. Cum."
With your command, his cock twitched, cum oozing out of his tip and painting your fingers. It was runnier than usual, and there was much less of it, but that was to be expected of his fourth fucking cumshot of the night.
He cried out, his dick pulsating so much between your thighs' tight grasp that it was almost bouncing. You loosened your grip, taking mercy on him, knowing how insanely overstimulated he must be.
You let your legs fall from Hyunjin's shoulders, onto the bed, and he collapsed against your chest, his face nuzzling into your neck.
"Finished now," he mumbled.
You couldn't help but laugh. "I should fucking think so."
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when you know, you know ☆ hwang hyunjin.
hyunjin x gn! reader. fluff. hurt comfort. no warnings.
wc: 800 words.
song: margaret by lana del rey.
in the darkness of the night, he asks for your reassurance. super soft hyune.
“Why do you love me?”
Hyunjin whispers, his voice hushed akin to a nightingale’s, it blends with the darkness of the night. You feel his body shift closer towards you, his warmth blanketing you better than the cotton duvets could.
He waits, and you swallow as you try to put your words together. Hyunjin hasn’t been feeling the best, constantly letting his mind drift as his eyes stare at the wall. You know that with the right words, he’ll hopefully pull away from the awful headspace.
“Well,” you mumble, inching closer towards him to the point he could smell the mint in your breath. “I like the way your eyes light up whenever we visit your favourite bakery and you see that your favourite baguette’s fresh from the oven. When you run around with Kkami in your backyard and desperately try to get his kisses.”
You pause, looking up at him to catch sight of his softened expressions.
“I like it when we visit your parents and your mom lets you taste her food. You tend to dance around and giggle. It’s cute. I also love the way your eyebrows scrunch when you observe your painting. Or when you spill coffee on your shirt and pout at yourself.”
All of the words spill from your mouth in one breath — seamlessly, like you’ve memorized all of them and have been waiting for someone to ask. It leaves Hyunjin speechless.
“So,” his voice trails, “You love me for just me? Not for what I can give, but for me?”
You nod, reaching a hand out to push his bangs off his forehead, then lean in to kiss.
“Of course, I also like you for what you have to give. It’s like an added bonus. Ultimately, I love you for you and your little things.”
Hyunjin could only weep. A rivulet of tears traces down his cheeks as he sniffles. Through his tears, he tries to speak.
“I thought,” he sobs, “I’ll only be loved if I give something — if I keep giving. I didn’t know I could be loved for just me.”
The confession has your heart aching — like somebody had ripped your heart from your chest and squeezed it dry. Your hands reach to his face and wipe away his tears, but the tears keep coming. So, you wrap your arms around his neck and cradle him, and he nuzzles his face into your shoulder like he wants to hide away from the world.
“My baby,” you comfort him. His demeanours since the past week suddenly made sense — the extra hours he’d spend in the studio and coming home long after dusk. Seungmin telling you that he’d been staying back even after all the members had left. “Is that why you’ve been working so hard?”
You could feel him nod, and so you reach to his nape and gently massage — an attempt to comfort him. You wish you could do more. You’d take away all his pain and endure it by yourself if you could.
“You don’t have to push yourself too much, my baby,” you whisper, “I’m proud of you even if all you did was breathe.”
At that, Hyunjin pulls away. He looks into your eyes, his own a pale red.
“How did you know that you love me?”
You smile. Gently, you squeeze his shoulder. He could feel the affection in the action.
“I just knew.”
"You... just knew?" he repeats your words like a pre-schooler learning ABCs for the first time.
A fragment of your memory comes into mind — of the first time you told him you love him. Hyunjin was biting into a footlong baguette in his favourite cafe, happily dancing in his seat. The smile that plastered across his visage at the time was huge, it reached his ears and formed crescents under his eyes.
People say that it’s not hard to realize that you’re in love with someone. The feeling either hits you hard, or it seeps into your bones gently. Either way, you’d know.
When you know, you know.
You knew, then.
“When you bit into that footlong baguette in the cafe, I just knew. I was in love with you.”
This time, Hyunjin smiles. Like moonlight that brightens darkness, he smiles. Like you just put up stars in the sky for him.
Hyunjin remembers it too. It’s not easy to forget the memory, of how he stopped in his tracks and stared at you. How his heart fluttered in his chest and realization seeped into his bones, prompting him to tell you that he loves you too.
Another tear cascades down his cheek but this time, it’s from happiness. You giggle, reaching out to wipe the tear and to press a kiss on his nose.
“I love you, Hyunjin.”
Hyunjin looks at you like it's the first time someone has ever told him that.
“Say that again, please.”
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 ; 𝐡𝐡𝐣
just a lil drabble i wrote bc hyunjin's live got me in a chokehold, hope you enjoy!
posting this again bc it flopped the first time... don't let it flop!
𝐭𝐰: female anatomy ; kinda sub!hyune ; semi-public sex (one of the boys is mentioned to be in the dorm) ; unprotected piv sex (don't!) ; clit play ; creampie ; brief nipple play ; cum eating ; ♡
𝐰𝐜: 1,7k ;
this is nari's (aka @jilixthinker) review if you even care 🥺:
You step inside the room as soon as “the live has ended” sign pops up on your phone screen.
He’s sitting there with his phone in his hand, probably checking something or catching up to the memes and other stuff the boys sent him, because he’s giggling, biting on his fingernail. He looks even hotter than he did when he was live, hair all messy and collarbone exposed.
“Can I come in?” You break the silence, your question followed by a soft knock on the door.
“Flower, hey,” Hyunjin’s head snaps up in your direction and a smile spreads on his beautiful features, “sure you can. Did you watch the live?”
You nod, catching him a little off guard when you sit down on his knees - well, you’re not exactly sitting on him, you’re practically mounting him, your knees on each side of his waist. He puts his phone away immediately. “I did,” you murmur, running your fingers up and down his exposed forearms, then his wrists, then intertwining your fingers together. “You were cute.”
Hyunjin blushes a little, he always does whenever you compliment him, your pretty boy.
“I was?” He asks, flustered, avoiding your gaze. You let go of his hands and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you slightly closer.
“Hm-mh,” you hum, gaze dropping to where his silver necklace rests on his exposed clavicle. “Very cute,” you murmur, placing a kiss on his jawline, your lips brushing the hint of spiky beard that is slowly starting to grow back, “but also very sexy.” You kiss his neck and Hyunjin, beneath you, shivers.
“S-Sexy?” He swallows the lump in his throat, tightening the grip on your waist, “but… I wasn’t doing anything, flower.”
You huff against his skin, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on his exposed collarbone. “Please,” you roll your eyes at him even though he can’t see you, “all the lip biting, hm? And the running your hand through your hair?”
Hyunjin gasps when you suck on his neck. “I wasn’t trying to be sexy.”
“Pf, sure.”
You take your time kissing his neck, licking the soft skin until you capture his heavy, silver necklace between your teeth. Your fingers toy with the ends of Hyunjin’s hair, tugging at it slightly, and he moans out loud while you feel him getting hard right between your legs. Just like you planned. You roll your hips to grind on his visible erection, and Hyunjin’s hands grip your hips a bit tighter as if to stop you.
“We shouldn’t be here. One of the boys could burst in anytime. Let’s go to my room.”
“But I wanna have my fun here,” you bite his shoulder, “where everyone could interrupt us any moment. See you all whiny and desperate for me, how you beg and yearn for my touch.”
Hyunjin whimpers. “What’s gotten into you?” He doesn’t protest when you slip your hand under his oversized sweatshirt, your fingers brushing his navel and happy trail until they reach the button of his grey jeans.
“You. You’re a tease, and you know it,” you undo the button and pull down the zipper. “Got me all wet and hot with your… whatever the hell it was. Had to press my thighs together to stop myself from shaving my hand down my pants, but I’m pretty sure Jisung figured out something was up with me.”
“Jisung?” Hyunjin squeezes your ass, giving in to his instincts.
“Hm, we were watching tiktoks together,” you keep kissing his neck. “This,” you tug at his sweatshirt, “off. Now.”
He nods. “Okay, okay.”
You reluctantly pull away from him, allowing Hyunjin to cross his arms over his torso and pull his sweater off, letting it fall on the floor without a care in the world. He’s not wearing anything underneath it, not even the slutty tank tops they always wear. You’re met with the sight of his bare torso and his nipples, hard due to the cold temperature in the room - it’s okay, it’ll get hot eventually. The silver necklace, which resembles of a chain, kind of makes him look like a bad boy. Had he kept his eyebrow piercing on, he’d look like he came straight out of a punk rock band - messy hair and everything.
“Always so obedient…” you capture his swollen lips in a quick kiss, “be good for me now and take your cock out.”
He whines when you get up, only to pull your pajama shorts down your legs together with your underwear. You don’t take off your t-shirt, though - one of Hyunjin’s t-shirts, actually, and your favorite one. He fidgets with his jeans, lifting his body from the chair to slide them down his legs, just enough to free his hard cock and twitching balls.
“Now wet it.”
He spits on his palm and jerks his cock off a couple of times, making sure there’s his saliva all over it. Then, you get on top of him once again and you start rubbing yourself on his length, and he’s confused. “You’re not taking this off?” He tugs at the t-shirt. You shake your head as a no, continuing to rub your clit on the tip of his cock. “But I wanna see your tits…” he kind of pouts. Cute.
“Aw, sweetheart…” you lift your hips to position his cockhead at your entrance, “not tonight. ‘M putting it in now, try not to cum after ten seconds this time, hm?” You tease him, and he rolls his eyes.
“It happened once, and you’d been teasing me for- shit,” Hyunjin pants when you sink onto his length slowly. He grips your hips so tight the tips of his fingers turn white.
“It happened twice,” your pussy swallows him wholly, his length filling you up just nice. Hyunjin pouts. “’t’s okay, though. ’s cute how whipped you are for me.”
“And you’re not whipped for me?”
You giggle at that. “Yeah, very much,” you lift your hips again, and Hyunjin gasps, “enough with the talking now. Be good and take it,” you ease yourself onto his length slowly, the way he likes it. “And try to be quiet. Jisung’s still in the living room.”
Easier said than done, Hyunjin thinks. In fact, he has to bite on his lip so hard he can almost taste blood in his mouth to hold back his moans and whimpers and all kinds of sounds that are threatening to escape his mouth.
“Please, just… let me see them,” he begs. He’s referring to your tits. “Need to see them so bad.”
“Nuh-uh,” you shake your head, moving up and down his length again and again and again.
“Please,” he whines.
“Let’s make a pact,” you tell him, rolling your hips and rubbing your clit against his skin - it’s not enough to get you off, but it feels nice nonetheless. “I’ll show you my tits, but you can’t touch them. If you touch them, you won’t be cumming.”
“What?”
“Thought you wanted to see them so bad,” you quote him. “Too ba-“
“Fine. Fine, just- lemme see them,” he whimpers trying to put off his already impending orgasm. His eyes widen comically when you take your shirt off and he sees your tits bounce. Oh, how is he supposed to fight the urge to touch them, to wrap his lips around your nipples?
“You love my tits so much, don’t you, sweetheart?” You latch your lips on his neck, moving even faster as if to torture him. You’re pretty sure you’re breaking some physics law right now, fucking on a chair like there’s no tomorrow.
Hyunjin nods. “You’re the pretties woman I’ve ever seen. The prettiest flower.”
You love it when he praises you and worships you - Hyunjin treats you nothing but the goddess you are, and he always makes you feel incredibly sexy and hot. And you may or may not have a praise kink, so his words have you getting even wetter - if you close your eyes and focus, you can almost taste your orgasm.
“Fuck. Shit, do that thing again,” you tell him, breath becoming quicker, “with your fingers.” Hyunjin runs his hand through his hair, disheveling it in the sexiest way he knows. You ride him faster. You wrap your fingers around his necklace and pull slightly, allowing Hyunjin to get closer so you can kiss him. His lips suppress all of your moans. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it. ‘M gonna cum. Rub my clit.”
He uses the pad of his thumb to get you off, wetting it with the mixture of his saliva and your juices that’s coating his cock. He manages to get you off in seconds, and when you eventually cum, you hide your face in the crook of his neck and bite on his necklace as you pant, continuing to ride him as you try to come off your orgasm.
“Can I too? Need- need to cum,” he whines pathetically.
You pull back only to look him in the eye. “Fill me up.”
He shivers, and doesn’t even have the time to say anything else, because his orgasm washes all over him in a matter of instants, catching him by surprise. And since he already came, it can’t hurt to infringe your pact, right? So he shoves his face in your chest and stuffs his mouth with one of your nipples, starting to suck on it desperately, running his hot tongue all over it.
“Insatiable,” you comment with a sigh, shaking your head. “Thought we agreed on something. Might have to teach my sweetheart a lesson.”
He lets go of your nipple, his eyes meeting yours - he looks completely fucked out. He tilts his head to the side, not fully grasping what you mean. You lift your hips just enough to allow his cum to spill out of your hole, then bring your fingers to your pussy to coat them in his sperm. He gave you a generous load.
“Open up,” you bite your lip, tapping Hyunjin’s mouth with your cum-coated fingers. He looks at you with a surprised look on his face. “What? Thought you liked having your mouth stuffed. Now be good and taste yourself, hm?”
He opens his mouth, and you dip the tip of your fingers inside - just the tip for now, watching mesmerised the way his own sperm falls on his tongue and fills his mouth. He winces, probably because he dislikes the taste, or maybe because he likes it. You push your fingers inside by another inch, he wraps his lips around them.
“Good boy, lick ‘em clean,” you praise him, and he whimpers. “And when you’re done with my fingers, there’s a crempied pussy for you to eat.”
-> 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.
-> 𝐦𝐲 ☕️
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four dates to fall in love
part one. part two. part three. part four (here). part five (coming soon).
pairing : hyunjin x gn!reader
summary : after a two year long unspoken hatred, hyunjin and you are forced to be costars in a romantic series, but when it comes to filming any of the romance scenes, you both utterly fail and are unable to get through your lines. the director threatens to take your roles away if you two aren't able to get past this within the next week, which spawns the genius idea from both your managers: can you learn to (fake) fall in love in seven dates and save your careers?
wc : 2.7k
cw : actor!au, enemies to lovers ?!, slowburn , not proofread, blood/knife ments (no injury, theyre just cooking lol), emotional vulnerability
a/n : welcome to part four. the slow burn is absolutely slowburning. things are happening. i dont have much to say other than it being hard for me to write, but pls let me know what you think!!!!!! likes and reblogs appreciated!
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“It went well?” Chan exclaimed in shock over your speakerphone.
You hum in agreement, confusion in the forefront of your mind, “Surprisingly, it went better than I could have ever imagined,” a sigh escapes you, “I don’t know, it’s weird.”
“Well, the fact he even apologized caught me off guard in the first place.”
You laugh lightly, “Oh, trust me, I still am having a hard time believing it. It’s been so long of him being an asshole to me, so seeing him like this was… very different. A little scary, if I’m being honest.”
“Yet it still went well even though it was kinda weird?”
“I mean, it was really awkward at the start which was annoying, but I can’t blame him. He genuinely did look like he felt bad, so it probably was hard to be in his position,” you think aloud, “But it was getting too much and he was putting a damper on the mood, so I tried to make him more comfortable, which worked. Then we started talking, and I don’t really know how to say it, but it felt… really nice? It made me realize that maybe I did miss our friendship.”
“Well, you guys did get along really well before everything happened. To be honest, I thought there was something more going on before then,” Chan recalls, “Though, his sudden change made me realize I was way off.”
Your eyebrows furrow at Chan’s comment, “Something more? Like romantic?”
He chuckles from the other end of the line, “Yeah, I thought something was going on between you two. You guys just seemed to click really well, better than any other costar you’ve had in the past, even to this day. Lowkey thought it was going to be a Tom Holland and Zendaya moment.”
“Jesus,” you mutter, “Definitely not that, I never thought of him that way.”
“You say that, but I remember the heart eyes you used to look at him with,” he teases.
“Oh, shut up. I did not. Besides, that’s not what’s important in the present time!”
He rolls his eyes, even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel it in his tone, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. You’re right though, it is a difficult situation for both of you to be in. Other than it being uncomfortable, how are you feeling about it?”
You let out a heavy sigh, “I mean, part of me is happy to be able to have a normal relationship with him, but… I’m still really mad at him for how he treated me. I don’t think it’s something I can let go of yet.”
“That’s okay. You have time to process all of that, no one is rushing you.”
“I know, but for a moment yesterday, I kinda forgot about all that. I had fun with him, and I want to keep having fun, but then I remember everything and feel so… upset that I am even letting him back into my life, even if it's for a bit.”
“Huh…” Chan muddles over your words for a moment, “That is quite the dilemma. I think you have every right to be upset at him, but I also think it’s okay if you miss your friend. I just think you have to figure out what kind of boundaries you want to set for yourself then. I think you can still have a nice time with him without him earning your forgiveness just yet. He can be a surface level friend or acquaintance until he proves himself trustworthy again.”
“You’re right, but I just didn’t like how easily it slipped my mind. Part of me feels like I should still be more on guard and not as friendly, but he makes that hard too.”
“Y/N, it’ll be okay,” he reassures, “You’ll figure it out, but it’s perfectly fine for you to have fun, while still having boundaries, okay?”
You sigh, still a bit unconvinced by his words, “I guess…”
“I know it’s hard, I can’t imagine what it's like to be in your position, but I promise it will be okay.”
“I’ll believe you just this once!”
“You say that every time, but sure, just this once. Call you tomorrow, alright?”
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It was the next evening, and you were anxiously waiting in your apartment for Hyunjin to arrive. You weren’t sure how today was going to go, and the idea Changbin had for you both today made you nervous, as it felt as a far more intimate setting than the previous dates. Although, you couldn’t entirely argue with his logic. Today, he suggested that you both cooked a simple dinner with each other, the idea being that it would help you both learn how to work together towards a common goal, which was dinner in this case.
Despite you being able to understand the logic behind his idea, it was incredibly intimidating to think about having Hyunjin in your own home, especially considering the sudden change in dynamic in your relationship. Even then, you didn’t just let anyone into your home, as you only ever had your closest friends come over for small hang outs, so this was far outside of your comfort zone, but perhaps that was a good thing. Maybe going out of your comfort zone with Hyunjin would only help you both succeed the next time you found yourselves on set, and perhaps something as intimate as cooking together would help you both ease into your roles.
A knock on the door wakes you from your thoughts, prompting you to shuffle hurriedly towards the door to open it for none other than Hyunjin. He greets you with a gentle smile, bowing his head slightly as you let him in wordlessly. There is an awkwardness that hangs in the atmosphere, indicating that you both were uncomfortable with today’s plans and he, too, was likely struggling to find the right words to say.
You take a deep breath in, almost as if you were catching your breath, “Welcome to my place!” You cringe internally at yourself, unable to handle the intensity of the awkwardness between you two and how poor your attempt was to disperse it.
“It’s really nice!” he compliments, standing in place by the entrance after removing his shoes.
“Thank you,” you respond, “Uhm, just follow me, the kitchen is this way. And all the ingredients are ready for us to use, Changbin had them delivered.”
Hyunjin follows you into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail around him, filling him with delight to see how characteristic of you the apartment was, it being a perfect representation of your personality. “What are we making again? I don’t think Changbin filled me in.”
“Oh, we’re just making curry udon! It’s something I’ve made before and it’s not too hard. My bad, I didn’t tell Changbin what we were making which is probably why he didn’t tell you. All I did was send him an ingredient list.”
“I forgot you like cooking,” he replies as he stops in your kitchen, quickly turning to the sink to wash his hands.
You hum in response, washing your hands after him, “I think it can be relaxing, but uh, if you want you can start with chopping the carrots and potatoes? I’ll handle the onion and garlic.” Hyunjin nods and follows your orders without much trouble, or so you think, until you turn around and see him holding the knife in a very precarious and questionable manner. Your eyes widen as you rush towards, “Oh my god, that is not how you should be trying to cut a potato. Have you not chopped a veggie in your entire life?”
He smiles sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders, “Listen, I don’t do this cooking thing often,” a gentle chuckle leaving him as he takes amusement in your concern, his heart thumping over the sudden proximity you both now shared.
“I-,” you sigh with a baffled expression, “Okay, let me just show you because I am not having you accidentally bleeding out all over my counter.”
“You’re more worried about your counters than me?”
“Shut up,” you suppress a laugh before softly whispering, “Here, just do it like this,” you reach over and lay your hands atop of his without second thought, guiding him on how to position his hands without the risk of injury. Once you’ve become aware of how your bodies are pressed up against each other from the side, you jump away in an instant, “That’s it! That’s all you gotta do.” You’re quick to avoid eye contact with him, turning towards your own cutting board as you chastise yourself for being so careless with him at that moment.
Hyunjin’s face and ears were soon dusted with a soft pink, heat rushing across his body over the interaction that seemed so natural, but manages to mutter out a quiet ‘thank you’ before trying his knife skills out once more. Despite your momentary embarrassment, you are sure to take sneaky peaks at Hyunjin to make sure he was handling himself well. You move on from chopping and turn your attention to seasoning the chicken while Hyunjin was still focused on the vegetables, going at a leisurely place which you much preferred in this case.
The rest of cooking goes on in silence aside from the occasional instruction or question, small witty jokes, and touches that seemed to linger more than necessary, but perhaps that was your imagination. Once everything was done, you both sat across from each other, admiring the fruits of your shared labor that was now plated in front of you both.
“It looks really good!” Hyunjin comments enthusiastically, a wide, toothy grin spreading across his face.
“It does, right? Let’s eat!”
Neither you miss a beat, taking a huge bite of the udon noodles, letting out a delighted groan over just how flavorful the food was. “Woah,” Hyunjin groans out, surprise at how well tonight had gone thus far with the added victory of food, “Holy shit, this is so yummy.”
“Mhmm,” you mumble out between slurping noodles, “This is better than when I make it on my own.”
“It’s the Hyunjin special that you’ve been missing this whole time,” he says matter-of-factly with a smug smile.
“You’re being pretty bold for a guy who just learned how to hold a knife today,” you tease, playfully sticking your tongue out. Your eyes catch each other for a moment between your fits of giggles, time stopping for the briefest second possible before you both avert your eyes out of nerves. What was that? You thought frantically to yourself, suddenly hyper aware of the strange warmth in your stomach that was also accompanied with the feeling of your stomach dropping. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one you didn’t know how to explain or ever experienced before, but you did know you didn’t want that combination of symptoms again for whatever emotion this was. You clear your throat, taking a sip of water as if it would wash away the discomfort, “I guess we are pretty good, huh? Maybe our acting project has hope if we are able to work this well together,” you joke, a very poor, if not disastrous, attempt to alleviate the awkwardness that seemed to follow you everywhere these days.
Your words stab Hyunjin in the heart, the guilt he had once forgotten was knocking at the door of his heart, forcing itself in without his permission. His entire demeanor deflated the moment those words left your lips, his heart writhing at the reminder that the only reason this situation existed was because of him and his blinding stupidity. Yet, here you are, warmly inviting into your home and treating him as if he was an old friend of the past, as if he had never wounded you and he couldn’t help but wonder if he was deserving of any of this. He stood still, gulping down his food before faintly whispering a hushed apology.
“I’m sorry.”
Your head snaps back up, your eyebrows furrowing with worry once you sense the sadness lacing his trembling voice, his head now turned downwards as if he was trying to mask his state. Perhaps the joke was a little too soon, you thought, now it being your turn to feel bad. “Ah, Hyunjin, I’m sorry-” you apologize hurriedly, “It was just a joke, please don’t take it too seriously. I’m sorry.”
He forces a smile, waving his hand as if to tell you to not worry about it, the words at the forefront of his tongue, but caught in his throat due to the heaviness sinking in his chest. Once again, shame paralyzed his body, the warm sensation behind his eyes reminding him to blink, reminding him he shouldn’t be so selfish in his pain when he was the cause of so much discomfort. Was any of this okay? Was any of this right? He wonders to himself, still unable to find forgiveness within himself.
“Hyunjin,” you speak tenderly, your hand reaching across the table to touch his arm, grounding him back in the present, “I promise, it’s okay.” You knew that last bit was a lie, but it was for his own sake and comfort at this point. His treatment, his behavior, his attitude – none of it was ever okay, but you decided to ignore your own feelings and prioritize his. For the first time in two years, you cared about how he felt, you finally cared how your words harmed him, when before all you ever aimed for was a strike to his heart, but today, you chose to comfort his heart that your words unintentionally wounded. Although, your own heart and conscience briefly argued for a moment, one wanting to tend to his hurt, while the other demanded you let him rot in his misery, insisting he deserved it for what he had put you through. It was a tug-of-war you weren’t enjoying, you had almost wished you two remained in your heated hatred for one another and that nothing ever changed. Despite what your mind screamed at you, you chose to listen to your heart, you chose him over yourself.
He takes a deep breath in, trying to collect himself before speaking, “I just–,” a heavy exhale escapes him, “I’m just sorry. I just feel really, really, really bad for everything, but I also feel like I’m not allowed to feel bad when I was the one to hurt you.”
His eyes met yours, the glassiness of his eyes conveying the depth of his guilt, “Oh, Hyunjin,” you whisper apologetically, “Listen, I won’t lie to you, what you did was shitty. You did hurt me, but that is in the past. You feeling bad about it means you’re a good person, right? It means you’re human and that you care, but I don’t want you to let your guilt overwhelm you either.”
It was a genuine response in a moment of sudden vulnerability, your response taking him aback, but the words temporarily placating his never ending thoughts, “I guess, but… I don’t know if I can forgive myself,” he mumbles.
“You don’t have to yet, but you can learn to eventually,” you reply, “I understand it’s hard, and even I still need more time to do that myself, but I do think you deserve to be kind to yourself.” None of that was a lie, you did truly believe he was deserving of his own compassion, but his culpability helped you see the humanity in him. The spitefulness you once knew him for nowhere to be found, but instead there was only a guilt-ridden man who carried a world of humiliation. “I think I can learn to do so soon, too. Spending time with you helps. Besides, I did miss being friends with you if I’m being honest.”
The last sentence causes him to perk up, a small, satisfied smile playing onto your lips, “Really?” he asks, his ears barely believing your words, but his heart was swelling with hope. His eyes search yours, he can’t help but notice how they glimmer under the soft lowlights of your home, and for some reason, he finds warmth and comfort in them. He knows he can trust you, he knows you are being as candor as possible.
“Really, I mean it.”
“I missed it too.”
“Well, I’ll do my best to learn to trust you again. I’ll learn to forgive you eventually, just for now, it still hurts.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll learn too.”
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overthinking || h. hyunjin
⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ contents: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader, friends to lovers, fluff with tension tension tension, mutual obsession!! reader makes hyunjin very very nervous
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⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ a/n: short lil hyunjin repost!! this was well loved before, so hopefully it’s still up to par <3 enjoyyy~
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Hyunjin knew he was overthinking it.
Your hand gently gripped his own, fitting there perfectly like a glove. Your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you, a tender moment from your latest favourite K-drama distracting you from the very thing that Hyunjin couldn’t for the life of him stop thinking about.
Your hand was so much smaller than his. Your nails were freshly painted lilac, and he couldn’t stop staring at the small details of your hand as the drama continued on. You’d suddenly clutched his hand when the girl on screen had started to cry, the male lead attempting to comfort her in the most gentle manner. Hyunjin wasn’t sure what had happened next; as soon as you’d grabbed his hand, the words muffled and his eyes shifted and his very skin felt on fire, sparks shooting through him from where you touched. He couldn’t stop staring at you, the way you looked in the dim light, eyes filled with the screen’s reflection, mouth slightly parted as you watched with extreme focus.
He’d waited for you to let go. Surely once the initial shock of the scene wore off, you would realize and pull away. But as the minutes stretched on, and more scenes unfolded on the TV, your hand remained firmly in his.
He loved how your hand felt in his.
Still, he almost wished you would pull away. His heart was hammering with dangerous volume, and he could feel the heat crawling over the back of his neck as his eyes continued to drink you in. His palms were growing sweaty, and he swore that soon the rest of him would be unbearably hot. He kicked off the blanket around him, praying it would help. Cool air greeted him, and so did your puzzled eyes, glancing away from the screen momentarily to look at Hyunjin.
“You okay?”
No. I want to pin you to this very couch and kiss you senseless. “Yeah, fine. Just hot.” He managed, desperately hoping that you would finally release his hand before he snapped. Instead, your eyes trailed to your fingers twisted together, and looked back to the screen.
And Hyunjin was back to looking at your hands moulded together, wondering why you hadn’t pulled away.
Surely he was overthinking. It was just your hand, after all. You’d been friends for years, and your love of skinship had always been obviously shown. So why did today feel different? Why did this simple touch send him spiraling, mind racing to figure out what the hell you wanted with him??
He’d tried for months to understand your feelings for him. Scrutinizing every little thing-shoulder taps and smiles, light conversation and sparkling eyes-to figure it out. Did you also find yourself distracted by his smile, the way he suddenly forgot what he was going to say when you smiled at him? Did you also get lost in his eyes, the way he was content to swim in yours for endless hours, day and night? And did you also wish you had the courage to say something about it, just like Hyunjin did when he looked up from your hands intertwined to find your eyes focused on him?
And words were gone. Just scattered fragments of worry and panic and desire and hope. He knew what he wanted. And he was hanging on a thread, a thread that was fraying and ready to snap at any moment. At any moment.
The soulful music of the drama flitted from the screen, slow and soft but Hyunjin could hardly hear it as you lifted your joined hands to where both of you could see them. Hyunjin felt his heart leap, as your eyes trailed back to him. You allowed both of your hands to drop down again, and whispered something that set every part of Hyunjin to flame.
“Just kiss me or something.”
Silence for a beat as the words processed, Hyunjin’s heart jolting into hummingbird mode. And then he was slowly pulling you to him, lips capturing yours roughly. You tasted faintly of the sweet chocolate you’d been eating together a minute ago, and Hyunjin couldn’t help himself from slowly biting your bottom lip, pulling gently as you gripped his shirt tightly in fists, bringing him closer to your warmth. The TV drama faded away, the music growing dim as Hyunjin’s mind flew into a frenzy, thoughts and worries bombarding his mind as he kissed you. You had hundreds of butterflies gathering in the pit of his stomach, and his heart pounding like a drum beat, setting a rhythm, a tempo for how he moved his mouth over yours, tongue slipping into your mouth to further taste you, you, you.
A voice was screaming in the back of his head: am I doing this right? Are you enjoying this as much as me? What if I’m not good enough? What if you’re uncomfortable, or-
You were moving closer and he wished he knew what to do with his hands, and his legs folded on the couch. Your hand had dropped his own at some point, fingers pressing over his jawline. The other hand gripped his shoulder, as you moved even closer-practically on his lap, and Hyunjin wished he knew what to do about that too.
He was overthinking, he knew. Every touch of yours, the firm pressure of your digits tracing his skin, the feel of your warm lips moving against his-moving with his. He let it all happen, even while hardly knowing what he was doing. He swore he had been set on fire, his very nerves roaring ablaze with energy and a hunger that was almost overwhelming. Still he couldn’t stop thinking.
He pulled back, immediately hating the inches of space between your lips while simultaneously wishing to move farther from you and the temptation it was to dive back in.
He was terrified.
“Hyunjin…” you sounded slightly breathless, and confused. Your eyes opened and found his, searching the dark pools for some hint of a problem. “What’s wrong?”
He wanted to tell you everything running through his head, but with your eyes watching his now, his mouth refused to open. A hollow pit formed in his stomach of deep disappointment in himself. What was the matter with him? Why didn’t he just let go and take this step? He’d wanted this for ages-the opportunity to feel your body against his, held in his arms, mouths locked together in a heated embrace. And he’d loved the feeling just now; so what was the problem?
You were watching him, concerns filling your wide eyes. Despite his running thoughts, he found himself admiring you just like he always did. Your sweetness, your care for him. It was so endearing to see you worry, to feel your hand squeeze his in an attempt to keep him grounded and remind him of your presence. Suddenly he knew why he couldn’t stop worrying.
“I just want to love you right.” He confessed softly, gaze finally focusing on your eyes. He found warmth there, and even more as you slowly smiled, and he could see the adoration in your eyes. His heart leaped, treasuring the fact that you were looking at him like that. He hurried on, “I want you to be comfortable. I want-” he took a breath in, as you patiently waited for him to finish. “I want to do this right, you know?”
This was unmarked territory for him-for you too, he knew. He wondered if you felt the same kind of nerves, too.
“I know.” You confirmed, a small smile gracing your face, as you lifted your fingers to touch his cheek gently. “Me too.”
Adoration shone in your eyes so clearly in that moment that it left Hyunjin slightly breathless. The soft crinkles by the corners of your eyes caught his gaze and he felt some tension release from his body. You were nervous too-and somehow that made him feel less so.
“I’ve liked you forever.” Hyunjin blurted, feeling himself blush as the words left his mouth, and your smile widened. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
Your smile was so pretty. He loved how he could immediately tell how genuine that smile was. You meant every word when you said, “I know you won’t. Just take it slow. It’ll be okay.”
Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile back, even though his heart still raced. But if you believed in him-in both of you-surely he could believe in the two of you as well.
He squeezed your hand, dipping his head to lightly kiss your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back. “Okay.” He whispered.
He loved the dazed gaze of your eyes, loved the fact that he had that effect on you.
“Okay?” You murmured back.
His only response was to kiss you again, harder this time, mind a flurry of thoughts and emotions that grew hazy when you kissed him back. It was just as addicting as before, despite the worries coming back. Your fingers traced the skin of his collarbone, automatically making him shiver, and he wondered what he should do now.
And here the answer was so painfully clear in that moment that he couldn’t believe he hadn’t considered it before. Don’t think, Hyunjin. Just feel.
He breathed in your scent as he pulled back to look at your face-every beautiful detail he’d memorized with his eyes-before setting to work memorizing them with his mouth, lips pressing against the soft skin of your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids that flickered at his gentle touch. Slowly he let go of the worries, banishing them as he took your face in his hands and pulled you right to him, connecting your lips again. A muffled sigh of content escaped the corners of your mouth, roiling inside Hyunjin with an insane kind of pleasure. He grew slowly more confident, letting his tongue slide into your mouth again and pressing your back to the couch, just like he’d wanted. He felt your hands grip his shirt, press to his chest; he felt your body beneath his own, its warmth under his skin. He felt your mouth move with his, felt your smooth hair with his fingers, felt every inch of you without any more thoughts to intrude.
He let desire flood his body and take over his senses as he took his time loving you; slowly, surely, sweetly.
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blindspot 🫀
Ve’s note - hyunjin bf headcanon drabble . quickly wrote and sparsely proofread . part 1/8 . i’m gonna do all the members . lmk which member to do next ! enjoy my bees <3
just thinking about hyunjin (as always) and devotion. how we would love every inch of you . how he would take the time to memorize each dip and curve . kiss every dimple , every mole , every stretch mark . how he would slowly help yoh live every detail you view as an imperfection . he’d spend hours of his day trying to immortalize your body on canvas and not be satisfied bc his brush could never accurately depict you . never fully capturing the essence that is you .
hyunjin who would take thousands of pictures of you because the world must see your beauty . but he gage keeps the best ones for himself because he’s selfish .
hyunjin who believes your beauty isn’t of this earth . you must be a goddess and he’s grateful to even breathe the same air as you . he devotes his time to knowing you inside in our .
hyunjin who finds your mind fascinating . he could spend hours listening to you talk about anything . to him you’re the smartest person to grace the earth . he wants. to be inside your brain .
hyunjin who wants to be in your skin and on your skin at all times . detaching himself from you for even the shortest of time bringing him pain .
hyunjin who will find any way to profess his love for you . writing music that reflects his feelings . every song is about you . his muse . you inspire him to constantly improve and be better .
hyunjin who’s devoted to you and your happiness . so much that you have to remind him to love his life for himself sometimes . poor boy gets so lost in you , you often you have to pull him out .
hyunjin who will spend lifetimes learning to love you the way you deserve .
hyunjin who knew you were the one when you first met . he believes he’s lucky you chose him to call his . he feels privileged . but he’ll never take it for granted . your his pride . you’re his whole life .
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Fill the Void (M)
I don't wanna decide things for myself, on my own
Finally, for the first time, I'm alone
You call me, havin' good times with a bad boy
Seems I've got a choice to make
Be my voice and I choose you to fill the void
• Pairing: Professional Dom!Hyunjin x Client!(F)Reader
• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Sex Worker!AU, Smut
• Rating: 18+
• Words: 7.1k
• Summary: He’s always there to help you forget your troubles, even if it’s just for a few hours.
• Warnings/themes: explicit sexual content, sex work, swearing, drinking, discussion of safe words and consent, dom!Hyunjin, sub!Y/N, sensory deprivation (blindfold), usage of sl*t, degradation, bondage, edging, orgasm denial, manhandling, praise, use of sex toys, fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, light choking, protected sex, spanking, multiple orgasms, aftercare
• Playlist: 🎧
• Song Inspo: Fill the Void - The Weeknd, Lily-Rose Depp (Spotify | Soundcloud)
• Notes: Wow, look who finished this, eons later! I am so sorry for everyone who’s been looking forward to this, between the holiday and con rush and focus issues, it was hard getting this complete 🥲 but it’s here now and I hope it was somewhat worth the wait! Shoutout to my lovely Sunclair @minisugakoobies for beta reading! 💖
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It didn’t matter how many times you frequented this place; your reaction would always be the same.
Heart picking up in speed as you opened the heavy wooden door between a nail salon and a cat cafe.
Eyes darting around at the picture frames of scantily clad people hanging on the burgundy walls.
Lips curling as you approached the androgynous young man sitting behind the singular desk in the lobby.
He was quick to notice you, glittered eyes crinkling in recognition.
“Y/N, so good to see you again!”
“Same to you, Felix. Is he here tonight?”
What did it say about you that a specific name didn’t have to be announced for him to know who you were talking about?
“Of course, he just got in a few minutes ago. I’ll give him a call.”
Nodding in understanding, you waited as the receptionist picked up the phone and dialed. It didn’t take long for him to start speaking to who was on the other end.
“Hey man, what’s up? I’ve got a surprise for you here.”
A pause while you fiddled with your purse strap.
“One of your regulars is back.”
Felix chose to shoot you a wink from the side, making you grin bashfully.
“Yup, that’s the one. How long will it be?”
More silence before he nodded.
“Sounds good, she’ll be waiting for you. See ya.”
Hanging up the phone, Felix shot you a smile that contrasted with the dark and sensual decor.
“It’ll be a few minutes, he’s just freshening up and he’ll be out for you.”
His words only made your pulse quicken further, but you played it cool on the surface as you replied, “Wonderful. Thank you.”
“Just make yourself comfortable, okay?”
His suggestion was paired with an arm outstretched towards a waiting area to the right, occupied with a few patrons sitting on black velvet couches. With a nod at the blond, you headed into the room, only receiving a glance or two from the other occupants. You took a seat on one of the armchairs in the corner, crossing your legs and leaning back into the cushion as you waited.
To soothe the nerves that always plagued you in this establishment, your eyes took in the people nearby. There were only five of them, taking up little space in the sizable room.
Two of them were huddled together on one of the sofas, most likely a couple judging by the way they held hands and touched knees. Not an ounce of anxiety was on their faces; if anything, they looked eager for whatever was in store for them tonight.
As for the others…
Your eyes shifted subtly to the opposite side.
Three young men who seemed to be good friends, but were currently on different wavelengths. The one in the middle was sandwiched between the other two as they whispered excitedly. He seemed to be less enthusiastic than them, leg bouncing while he kept shaking his head or retorting to the others. A pat on the back helped ease his nerves, body leaning back into the seat as he took deep breaths.
Poor sap was probably a newbie.
You remembered when you were in his position. It felt like so long ago.
Or maybe you had just been here so often that it felt like a long time.
Either way, you were in and knew what you needed tonight.
“Y/N?”
A familiar voice brought you to attention, straightening up in your seat at the tall and lean figure now standing in front of you as your stomach flipped in on itself.
“Hyunjin.”
The man smiled down at you, the red lights illuminating and shadowing the right places on his handsome face.
“Welcome back.”
You returned the expression, cheeks heating up despite your best efforts. He always seemed to have this effect on you.
“It’s good to be back.”
Hyunjin’s magnetic smile only widened, holding a hand out towards you. Without exchanging any more words, you took it, marveling at the warmth and delicacy of it. The opposite of what it could really do behind closed doors.
He helped you up and led you out of the waiting room and back into the hall. You saw the other patrons staring at the two of you out of the corners of your eyes, expressions ranging from encouragement to curiosity. Probably wondering what the enticing worker and the client in her wrinkled pantsuit were going to get up to.
Nothing was said as you and him walked past closed doors, the occasional sounds soaking through them. A moan. A groan or two. Some laughter. Once in a while a scream of pleasure. Or pain.
The first couple of visits, you’d jump and blink owlishly at the rooms, your gaping broken by the gentle tug Hyunjin would give your hand. You were used to these noises by now; it was nothing but background music to you.
Finally, a familiar door ended up in your vision. The dark wood with the red chain wrapped around the handle had your stomach knotting in titillation. Just like always.
Hyunjin opened it and motioned you to enter first, waiting until you stepped halfway in to shut it behind him.
His designated room fit the aesthetic of the establishment, yet it had its own style that catered to its owner. Black made up most of the decor, with the occasional blocks of white and garnished by gold. With the large bed in the middle, decorated with multiple throw pillows, any passerby would assume this was a normal person’s bedroom.
But the oddly-shaped chair looming in the corner hinted at what occurred here other than sleeping and relaxing.
“Need a drink?”
The query made you inhale and let out a heavy breath.
“Please.”
You made yourself comfortable on the end of the king-sized bed, unbuttoning your blazer before tossing it behind you. The urge to lay back and sink into the cozy mattress crept up, but you fought it in favor of watching Hyunjin work his magic at the mini bar.
“I hadn’t heard from you in a while, thought something might’ve happened.”
You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.
“No, just a deadline that’s been sucking the soul out of me.”
The worker hummed in understanding, turning around to reveal a glass in his hand, halfway full with white wine. As soon as he was within reach, you took a hold of the drink, wasting no time in taking a sip. The room temperature liquid slid down your throat like it was gold, pulling a sigh out when you pulled the glass away.
“Fuck, I needed that. Thank you, Hyunjin.”
“You’re welcome, Y/N.”
Hyunjin sat next to you, the distance enough to be respectable yet hint to the familiarity the two of you had.
“How have you been?”
One more sip and you turned your head to answer.
“On the verge of jumping out a window.”
The chuckle he gave was minor, though his expression exuded sympathy.
“Has work been that difficult?”
“Difficult doesn’t even come close to it.”
“Oh?”
Just that one little word was enough to have you prepping to express just what had been plaguing you in your career to even bring you here tonight.
“Well, where do I start?”
You moved your free arm back to lean on it, head tilting back to face the ceiling.
“Rumor has it that one of my managers is going to be laid off soon, despite our team being in the middle of a large project.”
You lifted the half-empty glass in the air.
“We have a new intern. Nice kid, but the amount of times he’s forgotten the basic details because he’s too focused on the big picture is irritating.”
The grip on the crystal stem tightened.
“I just found out that the sales coordinator who has been hitting on me is married. But if you ask him, he’ll say he’s in an open relationship.”
You sighed and shook your head.
“I actually liked that asshole.”
Hyunjin gave a scoff before remarking, “Men aren’t shit.”
“Seriously. Oh, and—” The lip of the glass hovered just centimeters away from your lips now. “—I got a parking ticket this morning.”
The tiniest of snorts left Hyunjin while you downed the rest of your drink, letting out a sigh of relief once it finished sliding down your throat.
“You’ve really been going through it, haven’t you?”
“To say the least.”
Your head turned, looking over the other’s appearance with interest. He always had the most interesting outfits on whenever you came, emphasizing his tall and lean figure. This time was no exception.
A short-sleeved sweater vest with a crisp white collar and a black tie wrapped around his neck and simple black slacks. A few bracelets and a watch on his wrists to brighten up the dark look. His hair was tied up this time, showing off an undercut you remembered him mentioning during your last visit. But while you were studying his face, you noticed something that wasn’t there before.
“This is new.”
You pointed to the metal sitting underneath Hyunjin’s right brow, his expression brightening.
“Ah, you noticed. I got it a few weeks ago.”
A hum vibrated through your lips as you admired the piercing.
“It suits you.”
He was quick to express his gratitude, clearly pleased that you brought it up. The two of you conversed on whatever came up for a while, acting like old friends and not a worker and client about to get down to business. But you started growing restless after a certain point, ready to receive what you came here for.
“Hyunjin?”
“Hm?”
You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while looking into his eyes.
“I think I’m ready now.”
Your words made Hyunjin’s eyes steel, starting to enter into professional mode.
“Are you sure?”
No hesitation.
“Yes.”
“Okay—” He placed a hand on the small of your back, rubbing with comfort. “—how do you want it, Y/N?”
You knew. You knew since you began planning to come here earlier in the week. But it was a little further than what you were used to doing with him.
So you had to swallow the spit gathering in your mouth before responding, “Rough. Rougher than usual.”
The shift in Hyunjin’s dark eyes resembled the one you would see in your coworkers as they prepared to counter suggestions in meetings. His hand also stopped rubbing your lower back.
“How rough?”
His question forced you to take a moment and remember how the system he had set up worked. When you mulled over just how far you wanted him to go, you held up four fingers. He counted each digit and raised a brow at your answer.
“Are you sure? We’ve never gone that far before.”
“Yes, Hyunjin. I really need this, believe me.”
Your tone was verging on desperate, dying to give complete control over to this man and forget about anything irrelevant. It was just the professional in him making sure that his client knew what they were signing up for. You appreciated it, really.
But you needed Hyunjin to start making you forget your own name.
Thankfully, he nodded after a pause or two, his hand continuing to move again.
“Okay, love. That means we’ll have to do a refresher on safe words.”
Ah. Now you really had to dig in your brain this time.
You had never been pushed far enough that you had to use them, but now you were testing your boundaries. Hyunjin was good at his job, but that didn’t mean things couldn’t go wrong.
With intense focus, you attempted to recall the words. It took a while yet they returned in full clarity.
“Soft.”
“To keep going.”
You nodded.
“Hard.”
His mouth quirked.
“To bring up the intensity.”
The next one.
“Pause.”
“To stop completely.”
“And…”
This one took longer, but you managed.
“Swap.”
“To switch it up.”
You hummed in approval, his answers matching up correctly with your words.
“I’m surprised you remember.”
Hyunjin’s shoulders lifted in nonchalance.
“It’s my job, darling.”
A chuckle came from you; he did have a point.
“Fair. So—” You set your empty glass on the floor before standing up, cocking your head as you looked down at him. “—should I undress myself or would you like to do the honors?”
Hyunjin gave you the sauciest of smirks, letting you know that play time was over.
“It’s all up to you, love.”
Yes.
This was just what you needed.
To think about nothing except the toy sliding in and out of you and the one controlling it.
It took little effort on Hyunjin’s part to clear your mind of the troubles plaguing you outside of this building. As soon as you were stripped down to nothing but your skin, he was quick to switch to his other persona, instructing you to get comfortable on the piece of furniture in the corner before strapping you in with ease. The way his lips quirked when he looked over your bound form never failed to raise goosebumps. It was the last glimpse you got of him before satin covered your eyes and left you to view nothing but darkness.
And true to his promise, he began pushing you to your limits.
“A-Ah—”
You could hear him huff below you, taunting, “You’re making a mess on my furniture, darling.”
You were pretty sure he wasn’t exaggerating; every time the vibrator sunk in or pulled back, you could feel your wetness dripping out and collecting into a puddle underneath your ass. This was how you got whenever Hyunjin teased you. The ability he had to build you up and make you walk to the mountaintop, only to force you to turn around and head back down was astonishing.
And addicting.
“Mnh—”
It was pointless to tug at the bands around your wrists. You didn’t even budge an inch.
“So needy for a piece of plastic. It’s adorable.”
You tried to stop what came out of your mouth next automatically, but failed, retorting, “That piece of plastic is making me feel good— Ah!”
A sharp impact on your thigh brought a cry out of you, swiftly followed by his stern voice.
“Manners, Y/N.”
Oops. One of the rules established was to not talk back and you almost ruined the mood.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Hyunjin clicked his tongue at your meek apology, clearly not too pleased with the interruption.
“I thought I was doing my job, but I guess not since your mouth just ran off.”
You couldn’t avoid the way your walls squeezed when you heard him say in a velvety tone, “Guess we’ll have to fix that, hm?”
Within a second, you could feel the toy pulling out, a whine escaping your lips as you felt so empty all of a sudden.
“Sir—”
He didn’t allow you to utter another syllable as you felt something wet and hot gliding against your swollen folds out of nowhere. The sensation made you jerk in your restraints and yelp sharply, legs bound tight to prevent you from closing them. You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing at the moment.
Hyunjin’s tongue took its sweet time traveling, the tip dipping into crevices and swirling around your hard clit with precision. In any other situation, the attention would be welcome, especially from someone as skilled as him. But this was not helping with the golden rule of the night.
Don’t come unless he says so.
“Hyu— Sir, please!”
You trembled at the hum washing over your center. “Hm?”
“Sir…more.” A pause. “Please?”
Almost forgot your manners.
“I don’t know, love, can you handle more?”
Could you? Probably not, but tonight was about pushing your boundaries…
“Yes.”
Nothing but your labored breathing was heard for some time. Which was why you flinched at the feel of something much smaller and warmer than the vibrator poking at your entrance.
“Is this good enough for you, greedy thing?”
“Y-Yes sir!”
Your pitch increased when you felt his finger slide into you with little resistance, burying up to the knuckle. Hips raising at the sensation, they began following the rhythm of Hyunjin’s thrusting, enjoying the bundle of pleasure that began building up again.
“Fuck, you’re so needy.”
A pinch of your hip interrupted your movements, teeth catching onto your bottom lip.
“Fucking yourself onto my finger like a slut. Never imagined that this would be what I dealt with tonight.”
There was no hiding the shiver that wracked your body at his words. And if there was a chance, it was wiped off the map when Hyunjin tapped onto your G-spot, ripping a shriek out of you.
“Shit!”
The chuckle you heard was dripping with nearly sadistic amusement at your predicament.
“There you go, making a mess again.”
Your face burned with unbearable heat as he pointed out the obvious, feeling your arousal dribbling out every time he stroked the soft area or thrusted into it. It was difficult to get like this with any of your previous partners, but the man between your legs had you in such a state without even breaking a sweat.
To make matters worse, Hyunjin went back to stimulating your clit with his mouth. You could hear the clinking of the chains as you pulled your wrists forward, barely making any distance. He had made it so you couldn’t move as he ruined you to bits; all you could do was squirm on the chair and express yourself through expletives and moans.
It didn’t take long for your body to sink into the rhythm he was creating, fighting less and less against the pleasure. You had even bucked your hips a few times, receiving chuckling and teasing from the other.
But then you realized at a certain point that you were getting too relaxed.
For a string deep in your belly began forming into a knot and pulling tight.
Fuck. Not good.
“Y/N.”
The rigidity surrounding your name made you freeze before Hyunjin continued, “You better not be doing what I think you’re about to do.”
“I-I’m not, sir—”
The way your voice shook and you tugged at your bindings betrayed your words. Denying the sensation only seemed to exacerbate it, the mass growing further and further the more his fingers slid in and out of your pussy.
“Doesn’t feel like it. Remember what I said?”
“Y-Yes.”
A sharp pinch to your inner thigh made you whimper.
“Say it.”
“Don’t c-come unless you say so. I promise I won’t, sir.”
A rub on that same spot was followed by, “Good.”
But he didn’t ease up. Instead, he continued his motions and challenged your resistance to breaking one of his rules. You were trying to give the facade that you were under control, but your body kept twisting and whimpers poured from your agape mouth.
It was so tempting to just give up and say your safe word, but fuck that.
You were on a mission tonight and you weren’t raised to be a quitter.
The sting of nails digging into your palms felt minor compared to the ache between your legs.
Fight it. Fight it. Fight it.
The sensation remained stagnant before finally beginning to fade into slight discomfort. Although your body protested, your mind was satiated by the praise you heard next.
“Good girl. I love when you listen to me.”
You hummed in appreciation at Hyunjin’s words and the hand gently rubbing your hip now.
“Th-Thank you, sir.”
The welcoming warmth of his palm lulled you into somewhat of a relaxed state that made you aware of the current position you were in. The hardness of the chair was starting to make your bottom sore and your hands and feet were starting to get a bit tingly now. Your lips turned downwards as you tried but failed to regain your discomfort.
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“Easy.”
His touch paused, the heat stagnant on your skin.
“Are you uncomfortable?”
“A little.”
You heard Hyunjin hum before responding, “Should we move this to the bed, darling?”
Just the thought of laying on the soft duvet had your tone brightening as you gave your approval. The hand left your hip before landing above your head to work on loosening you from the furniture.
Feeling the leather unwrap from your wrists and ankles was a mild relief, flexing your toes and fingers for a moment before you felt your hips being grabbed and pulled downwards. Your legs came together quick enough to help you stand, although they had little strength once your feet touched the ground. Your sense of balance was affected from the prolonged position and you stumbled forward.
If it wasn’t for the hands that swiftly supported your waist, you would have ended up face first with the carpet.
“Be careful.”
Anyone unfamiliar with Hyunjin would have missed the minor softening of his tone, the immersion breaking for a moment to make sure you were able to continue. You took this opportunity to rest your forehead against what felt like his shoulder and regain your bearings. The sensation of fabric against your skin and the scent of his cologne entering your nostrils contributed to being aware of your surroundings once again.
After taking a few deep breaths, you straightened up, hoping that you were looking somewhere at Hyunjin’s face.
“Y/N, how are you feeling?”
A loaded question, really.
You were feeling like a mess in the best way possible, yet the sharp pang between your thighs was torturous. Every throb reminded you of what he had been putting you through for the last…
How long had it even been since you stepped in this room?
“I’m…soft.”
Hyunjin clued in on the word, a hum leaving him in response.
“I see. Do you think we should move this somewhere a little more comfortable?”
The invitation was more than welcoming to you. As much fun as you were having in the chair, nothing could beat the plushness of a bed. Especially his bed.
“I’d like that, sir.”
A rub of your waist made a thrill run down your spine, followed by his hands coming up behind your head.
“Should we take this off or leave it on?”
You didn’t want to risk nearly taking a spill again, so you chose the former, remaining still as Hyunjin undid the knot of your blindfold. As soon as the fabric was lifted off, you made the mistake of quickly opening your eyes, wincing as the dim light attacked them. The man in front of you chuckled in amusement, appearing as a blurry shape to you.
“I turned the lights down for a reason, darling.”
“Thank you…”
It took a minute to adjust, but you were able to finally see the other in full form, taking in his appearance.
Aside from a bead of sweat at his hairline, he looked nonplussed. Like he hadn’t been working you up with his own two hands.
Someone who was impeccable at his job.
“Come on.”
Hyunjin’s expression cooled, a hand sliding down to grip the back of your neck.
“Break time is over.”
The pang between your thighs returned in full force at the tone of his voice and touch, your head bobbing in agreement. He took a hold of your shoulders before turning you around, the king-sized bed in your view as he guided you to walk forward. Just as your legs were about to hit the foot of it, Hyunjin stopped you, leaning down to croon into your ear, “How do you want it?”
It wasn’t easy to answer immediately. The cautious part of you said to get in a position that wouldn’t break you down further, but the adventurous side wanted to go all out. You pondered for as long as you could, not feeling any sort of impatience from the man behind you.
But finally—
“Can I show you?”
Your question was answered with a hum, feeling his hands remove themselves. Once you were free, you stepped forward to climb onto the bed, stopping in the middle on your hands and knees. You lowered the side of your head to rest on the plush comforter, bringing your arms behind you to cross your wrists on the small of your back.
“Like this, sir.”
You heard Hyunjin make a sound of interest before footsteps echoed, stopping once his body was in your sight.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Your gaze connected with his. “And bind me again, please.”
Hyunjin quirked a brow, somewhat intrigued by your request. Studying your expression to find any hesitation, he gave his own approval once it was clear that there was none.
“Alright. Lift your head up for a second.”
You were a bit confused, but obliged, watching his arm go out of view to grab something above your head. It was clear what he went for when he slid the object under your temple before motioning you to lower it, the coolness and comfort of the silk pillowcase providing some relief.
“So you don’t walk out of here with a sore neck.”
A smile couldn’t help but form, looking up at him as you gave your thanks. The tiniest lift of his mouth occurred but disappeared swiftly, leaving your sight as he walked off to grab whatever was needed for this next phase.
You were hopeful that whatever would enter you next wasn’t his fingers or another toy. At this point, you needed something more substantial. And knowing how thorough Hyunjin could be with what he hid in his slacks had your veins thrumming with electricity.
But alas. You blanked out for a moment and forgot that it wasn’t going to be the usual song and dance tonight, per your request.
For after you felt him locking the familiar leather cuffs around your wrists, his fingertips trailed down your body until they stroked against your dripping folds.
“Have you gotten even wetter, darling?”
You swallowed down a whimper when he tapped your throbbing clit, replying, “Maybe…”
A short laugh and a pinch to your bottom was what you got in return.
“Why am I not surprised? I bet you’re hoping that I’ll fuck you now, hm?”
Even if your body remained still as a board, surely he saw the way you reacted between your legs.
“Yes sir.”
A light swat on your ass had your breath hitching.
“Yes sir, what?”
Oh. Here we go.
You had to wet your dry lips before speaking lowly, “Yes sir, I’m hoping you’ll fuck me.”
Hyunjin didn’t seem to be entirely convinced as he delivered another smack, earning a short but sharp sound from you.
“It doesn’t sound like it, Y/N. You seemed more desperate when I had that piece of plastic inside you.”
Now you could feel his fingertip parting your folds before it slowly opened your entrance, sinking in ever so slightly, not even close to stroking that sweet spot.
“Even when my finger was in, you sounded needy. I think you were satisfied with just those, no?”
He probably wanted you to convince him. Really convince him.
Time to reach into your depths and pull out the performance of your life.
“No, sir. They’re not enough.”
You dared to push your hips back, forcing the digit in deeper.
“I need your cock instead. Need it to fuck me dumb.”
A noise of intrigue came from behind you, but you continued before he could say anything.
“I really need this, sir. Want you to stretch my pussy out some more—”
You moved back further, breath hitching when your spot was nearly touched.
“Please fuck me now.”
Nothing but your own heartbeat was heard, hoping that your little show was enough to prove yourself. After a moment, you felt the finger inside you take its sweet time sliding out, hips following in vain. A hard slap was given on your ass, followed by a deep chuckle.
“That was impressive, darling. I’ve never heard you sound so needy before.”
As much as you wanted to bury your heated face into the bed, you remained steady. “I’ll do what I have to to convince you, sir.”
“I see—”
The noise of his belt coming undone made your ears perk up.
“Then I should give the little slut what she’s been asking for, right?”
It was so hard to hide your triumphant grin, but you managed to dim it down into the tiniest of smiles.
“Thank you, sir.”
A pat to your bottom was Hyunjin’s appreciation of your manners. It felt like ages before you felt him get on the bed to kneel behind your bent form. But when something thicker than a finger and warmer than a vibrator rested between your ass cheeks, elation began blossoming in your chest. It was hard to resist when you decided to wiggle, biting back a giggle at the slightest intake of breath from him.
It was a temporary victory as Hyunjin’s hands took a firm hold of your hips, keeping you in place now.
“Cheeky.”
You weren’t surprised at the pinch you received, taking it in stride. This was what you were waiting for all night. Hell, all day. You didn’t have to hope that he would, to put it simply, fuck the ever-loving shit out of you.
The man knew how to do his job thoroughly.
“Ready?”
You nodded, shifting your body a bit to prepare for what was to come.
“Yes, sir.”
With those two words, you could feel Hyunjin grab himself, readjusting to have his tip pressing lower down now. Your toes curled instinctively when you felt the blunt head of his cock parting your folds before he began penetrating. You forgot how to breathe for a moment at the intrusion, nails digging into your palms. But he was giving you what you asked for and that’s all you could want.
Until—
Oh fuck.
You were more sensitive than you realized, feeling the familiar tingle in your fingers and toes start as he sunk further in. You tried to stave off the sensations, but with each inch, you felt your self control withering away and collecting into a ball of tension in your lower stomach. Your walls began trembling before starting to clench around him in preparation for—
“Y/N.”
The sharpness of your name forced you to pay attention, especially when Hyunjin followed with, “Don’t.”
Damn. Your body was a rebel, trying to fight against his command, pussy still throbbing incessantly. You had to get it under control now. Who knew what he’d have in store if you disobeyed?
“I-I’m trying, sir…”
You were forced to shut your eyes as you tried your damnedest to regain control, from counting backwards to picturing a calm ocean. After a few countdowns, you managed to refocus, avoiding the inevitable orgasm. Even though your cunt was screaming at you to give in to the sweet release, you felt a sense of satisfaction at being able to hold back.
Hyunjin seemed to be impressed also, giving a gentle rub to your sore ass cheek before cooing, “Such a good girl.”
You exhaled sharply, only to suck in a breath when you felt him begin to move. The thrusts were slow and long, forcing you to soak in every bit of his dick. He had a way of rolling his hips that not many men had in them, rendering you weak within a couple of minutes. Now was not an exception, soft moans starting to leave your parted lips with increasing frequency.
“This is what you wanted, right?”
“Mnh— Yes, sir. Feels good—”
Funny how nonplussed Hyunjin sounded compared to you, already getting lost in the pleasure.
“Good. I better keep hearing you sound like this.”
“Of course— Ah!”
A deeper than expected thrust ripped a cry from your throat. Your fingers curled and dug into your palms as you tried to keep it together. As badly as you wanted to release, you were determined to stick to your challenge tonight.
Even though the man behind you was making it insanely difficult.
He wouldn’t stick with the same, old rhythm. If Hyunjin wasn’t switching his strokes up, he was grunting or husking out words that made heat spread throughout every part of your body.
Good.
You wanted to forget about whatever happened prior to you stepping in this building and he was doing his absolute best to see your wish through.
Time was a foreign concept while you were being fucked. Especially when you were doing your best to not come before you were given the go ahead. But like a splash of cold water, you suddenly felt Hyunjin completely bury himself, skin flush against yours.
A yelp left you at the change, ready to call out his name until you heard something gruff and velvety ring out behind you.
“Come.”
Was it the way his word was delivered with pure authority? Was it because he was buried deep inside your cunt, flush with your bottom? Or was it how tight he gripped your hips, fingers digging hard enough to feel the dullness of his nails?
Either way, it hit you like a freight train.
If anyone had been walking close in the hallway, surely they heard the way you screamed out.
Spots filled your vision, every bit of your body shaking at the long-awaited release. The only thing keeping you from completely sinking into the bed were Hyunjin’s hands.
“Yes, that’s it, darling.”
How you managed to hear his praise during your prolonged orgasm was a miracle. Eventually, the sensations faded and you were of sound mind again.
The dom must have noticed as you could feel him beginning to thrust into you again, bringing a feeling of strong overstimulation to you. You bit back a whimper, your pussy trembling in a mix of pleasure and discomfort. You tried to subtly shift away from him, but to no avail.
A pressure on the chain linking your bound hands was quickly followed by a commanding, “Don’t fucking run—“
A sudden jerk of your cuffs forced your body to straighten, your bound hands now trapped between your back and Hyunjin’s torso.
“You wanted to come so badly, I’m giving it to you.”
There was little space for you to protest at all, a hand coming up to wrap around your neck and an arm wrapping around your waist to keep you in place. As soon as a light pressure made your breathing hitch, Hyunjin began pounding into you, harder than ever.
If it wasn’t for his fingers, you would have shrieked.
The sensitivity from before still lingered, bringing a mix of pain and bliss that was unlike what you had experienced with him before. But you never spoke any of your safe words.
You just let the other keep pushing you over the edge repeatedly, to the point where you practically forgot your own name. Your entire body and brain were entering into a fog that could only focus on the cock driving in and out of you and the debauchery being rasped into your ear.
“Fuck, that’s it! Coming endlessly like a needy slut.”
“This pussy of yours just keeps squeezing me over and over—”
“Such a good girl for me, mnh—!”
Just when you were on the verge of asking him to slow down, you felt Hyunjin completely bury himself before remaining still behind you. The gritted swearing and strong twitching of his cock against your hypersensitive walls clued you in to what was happening, a mix of relief tinted with satisfaction washing over you.
As the two of you caught your breath, exhaustion started sinking its claws into you. Your eyelids became heavy, threatening to close when he released your neck and waist to gently lay you on your front. Landing on the duvet only made the sensation worse, leaving you limp as a noodle.
If you had been by yourself in this room, there would’ve been no way to get out. Thank God for Hyunjin being here to look out for you.
You could feel him undoing your cuffs before he carefully rolled you onto your side, guiding you into a fetal position that was much needed.
“How are you feeling?”
Spent. Satisfied. Ready for a nap.
But all you could muster was a weak grunt.
Hearing Hyunjin hum, you felt a warm hand lay between your shoulder blades and begin to rub.
“Would you like something to eat and drink? It’ll help get your energy back.”
At least you could manage a nod, lids fluttering.
The hand was removed as he went to grab whatever he had stored away for moments like this, leaving you to try your best to not fall asleep right there. Luckily, Hyunjin returned swiftly, soft voice sounding again. “Darling, I’m going to sit you up, okay?”
You managed to croak a feeble response, allowing him to guide you to sit up against the pillows. You saw spots for a moment, leaning your head back to try and blink them away.
“Here.”
You looked down to see the lip of a water bottle in front of your face. With Hyunjin’s help, you managed to latch on and drink. Once you got a satisfying amount down, he handed you a small pack of saltines, already opened.
“Is this fine or would you like something else?”
The tiniest of smiles came over as you took the package.
“This is perfect. Thank you.”
Hyunjin reflected your expression, waiting until you ate one of the crackers before reaching for your free arm. As soon as his lithe fingers began working into your stiff muscles, you sighed in contentment.
“Your arms must be killing you right now.”
“Mm, I’ve had worse being in the gym.”
The dom chuckled at your light quip, glad to see that you were coming back down easily.
“I’ll still give you an Aleve before you head out, your tune might change in the morning.”
Even though your eyes rolled, you were appreciative of his thinking ahead. One of the reasons you always came back.
“Thank you.”
While you were snacking away, Hyunjin continued massaging all of your limbs, chasing away the aches and tingles with little effort. As soon as you finished eating and chugged your last bit of water, he was quick to offer you more, but you declined.
If you filled your stomach any more, you definitely would have curled up in your spot and taken a nap. You didn’t want to go over your time limit and interfere with his next client.
Once you had your bearings about you, you let Hyunjin know that you were ready to leave. He looked you over once more to make sure you were able to head home safely before helping you into the adjoining bathroom to freshen up. You cleaned up as best as you could and redressed, not caring that the wrinkles in your pantsuit worsened by now.
Your companion for the night took your hand and led you out and back down the hallway, your mood a 180 from a couple of hours ago. Stress didn’t run through your veins anymore, replaced with a lightness that could only come from a place like this.
“So how long will it be until I see your face again?”
A shrug greeted Hyunjin’s question.
“Hopefully not as long. I’ve still got some PTO left that I can use, so who knows?”
“Hm, we shall see.”
The two of you reached the entrance to the waiting room, the other stopping to turn and face you head-on.
“So this is goodbye, for now.”
You nodded and replied, “It is. Thank you again, Hyunjin. You don’t know how much I needed this tonight—” your teeth flashed, “—it’s like an entire weight off my shoulders.”
Hyunjin smiled politely, taking your free hand as well to give both of them a careful squeeze.
“As always, it’s my pleasure. You did great, Y/N.”
The praise brought a flutter to your chest and a warmth to your face. He was never shy with compliments. Although you had to wonder if his clients ever returned the favor on the regular…
Time to take a chance.
“So did you, Hyunjin.”
The way his eyes scrunched and teeth flashed, paired with his cheeks turning pink, let you know that you made the right decision.
“Thank you, darling.”
With a kiss to your hands and a good night, he sent you off on your way. You had a bounce in your step as you headed past the receptionist desk, Felix in the middle of a conversation with a young woman.
“I can guarantee you’ll have a good time with him, he’s one of our best here. Oh, Y/N!”
The call of your name made you pause, acknowledging the blond.
“How was it?”
Your grin expressed everything and more as you answered, “More than I needed and wanted.”
Felix beamed, pleased with your feedback. “Excellent! I actually have this wonderful young lady here asking about Hyunjin—” he jerked his head towards her, “—maybe you can give her your two cents?”
Said woman looked at you now, her lips curving with kindness and modesty.
“Hello. You’re familiar with Hyunjin?”
“Very. He’s my go-to guy whenever I visit. I’ve never had the urge to choose anyone else.”
Her eyes widened, curiosity covering her face now.
“Wow, really? That’s quite the preference.”
Watching the way she reacted reminded you of your first time here; on edge and unsure what exactly you wanted from one of the doms. If it wasn’t for the extensive patience Hyunjin showed you that first night, you never would have stepped foot in here again, let alone multiple times.
She had nothing to worry about.
“Mhm. Honestly, from one woman to another, I say go with him. Trust me—” you gave her as much of a reassuring smile as you could muster, “—you’ll be in good hands.”
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Pairing: Seo Changbin x Afab! Plus Sized Reader
Theme: Fluff, smut, breeding kink, rough sex, creampie, overstimulation, squirting. 18+ NO MINORS.
Word Count: 1.1K (short i know, i'm sorry)
A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work!
Embarrassment, shame, and disappointment. That is what you felt at this moment. You were so determined to be on top for once in your life because you knew that’s something Binnie wanted to try for a while and for a while you were doing well. But now you were struggling as you hips and knees started to hurt. You wanted to do so well and please him but your rocking hips started to falter as you buried your face in his neck. He gently gripped your hips to stop you.
“Baby..you’re struggling, you don’t have to keep going.” He said softly. This made your heart drop to your stomach and tears well in your eyes. You felt pathetic, you’re sure you disappointed him. He feels you trembling in his arms and he pulls away looking at you worriedly. “Oh baby no.” He cooed softly. “It’s okay, you did so well love.” You shook your head and buried your face in your hands.
“Babygirl, you did. We can always try again.” He pulled your hands away and kissed your lips deeply. “I love you so much.” He whispered. He gently flips you over so you’re beneath him and you gasped as his lips pressed to your neck. “Love, you did amazing.” He rolled into you and your eyes rolled at the feeling. “But I have to say seeing you beneath me like this will always be my favorite.”
You whimpered and wrapped your legs around his waist as he laid flush against you. Your bodies entangled as he rolled into you slow and hard. You mewled into his lips as he kissed you deeply and wrapped his arms around you to keep you close.
“I love you so much, you have no idea how much I love you.” He whispered into your lips. “My beautiful y/n.” You whined softly in response, his cock making it hard for you to focus on anything but the pleasure spreading throughout your body. “Look at you, so cock drunk already. God you look so stunning like this. Taking me so fucking well, you were made for me, and only me.” He whispered softly. “Tell me who you belong to princess.”
“B-Binne..” You cried softly. “All y-yours. I love you so much.” He buried his face in your neck and moaned loudly as he rocked harder into you.
“That’s right you’re mine. Gonna fill you with my cum. Breed this beautiful pussy.” His words made you clench around him, aching for him to do exactly that. He nipped at your neck, marking it all over, just like you liked. “Fuck fuck fuck, I love you. I love you so fucking much.” He slipped his hand in between you both and started rubbing your clit, you let out a choked gasp and arched into him. “That’s it beautiful, want you to cum for me. Gonna make you come so much tonight.” You shuddered and mewled loudly as your nails dug into his back, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer.
“Changbin!” You cried softly as you rocked your hips into you. Your legs began to tremble as you felt yourself hit your peak. He moaned loudly and held you tight as he thrusted deep into you, never stopping for a second even after your orgasm died down. You shook and whined loudly at the overwhelming pleasure building at your core. “T-Too much Bin, too much!” You sobbed.
“I know you can take it beautiful, you’re gonna keep coming for me yeah? Gonna be my good girl?” You sobbed out and writhed beneath him as he lifted your hips as high as they could. “I can’t fucking get enough of you. Fuck, I wanna be with you forever.” He whimpered softly as he buried his face in your neck again. “Gonna spend the rest of my life loving you.” His thrusts began to quicken as he continued to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back. Your whole body began to shake, and when you went to cry out, you couldn’t, you clung to him as he pounded into you and growled. “Yes, baby that’s it, give me another one. Cum on my cock.” You choked on a sob and bit down on his shoulder as your next orgasm hit you, your could feel your juices soaking the sheets beneath you.
“Yes fuck, I’m close my love. Give me one more.” He whined as he continued his assault on your clit and pussy. Thrusting wildly into you as you screamed out his name. “Gonna fill you up so good, my love. Give you so much cum.” He whimpered. His cock began to throb as you clenched around him for the third and final time, both of you hitting your peaks simultaneously.
Your names falling from each other's lips as you both lose yourselves in pleasure. You went limp in his arms as you struggled to keep your eyes open, a total mess beneath him as he continued to rock into you until there was no cum left in him. He held you tight and stilled, keeping his cock inside you, wanting the cum to settle and stay so not a single drop was wasted. You both panted softly and shook as you clung to each other. Not wanting to let the other go for a single moment.
Changbin pulled away slightly to press soft kisses all over your face and lips, as you slowly came back down to from subspace. He grinned as your eyes fluttered opened and locked with his.
“Are you okay?” He whispered softly as he pressed his forehead to yours. You whimpered tiredly in response and nodded.
“Tired.” You whispered out as you ran your fingers through his curls. “But I’m okay.” He picked you up gently and carried you to the bathroom. He set you down on the bathroom counter and kissed you softly.
“Thank you.” You whispered. He looked at you in confusion. “For not laughing at me.” His gaze softened and he kissed you again.
“I would never laugh at you. You did amazing, and we can always try again and even if we don’t, it doesn’t matter.” He caressed your cheek. He pulled away and walked to the bathtub turning on the water and letting it heat up before filling it. He gently carried you to the bathtub and set you in it as the water filled the tub. “I’ll be right back love, going to change the sheets.” He walked out of the bathroom and you relaxed as you felt the hot water soak you. It fetl so good you almost drifted to sleep until you felt him join. Moving in behind you so you laid against his chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly and you let yourself relax as your eyes fluttered closer.
“I love you so much Bin.” You whispered softly as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“I love you more Princess. So much more.”
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Took Too Much
❝They say your love lasts forever if you see the first snow together.❞
PAIRING : Hwang Hyunjin x female!reader
WORD COUNT : 4.5k.
GENRE : Angst, Smut, Fluff.
WARNINGS/CONTENT : explicit sexual content, substance abuse, longing, mutual pining, vulnerability, they're in love and just want each other, angst with a happy ending.
SMUT WARNINGS : grinding, dry humping, foreplay, petnames, launderie kink, desperation, WORSHIPPING (quite literally), unprotected intercourse (don't try at home).
A/N : This piece is a little heavier than what I usually write but am particularly fond of it; feedback much appreciated. As usual, enjoy, lovelies. ♡
But it's a silhouette you'd recognize anywhere.
Those legs that you were trapped between during stolen moments of vulnerability.
Those large palms that held you down while you shook from the white hot pleasure the same hands brought you.
That soft blonde mop of hair that tickled your inner thighs when the same head was buried in your heat, almost every chilly night like today. And every warm one too.
It's funny.
How a single 'ding' can mean so much, can seize your heart, can threaten to bring out what you have been trying so hard to suppress.
It was a heat of the moment thing, done in good fun.
"It gives me a special privilege," he'd said.
"That makes no sense. You already occupy the largest unit in my heart," you'd breathed against his lips.
Moving back an inch, he'd whined, "It'll let you know it's me and that you have to abandon everything to give me attention. Pretty, please?"
You never could say no to his doe eyes, a fact he exploited on the daily.
So you'd given in, changing the ringtone for his messages and calls to one that is seperate from the rest of your contacts.
So really, it was a spur of the moment decision he'd proposed after having been interrupted mid make out session, him claiming a special place on yet another part of your being.
It's funny, honestly.
How the tone that once was the cause of butterflies going rampant in the pits of your belly, now has reason to cause grief of the same, if not more, measure.
You know who it is before you even chance a glance at your screen, but you look all the same.
Not knowing what you were expecting, the sorrow burning a deeper shade of red is felt and you reckon that it's the price to pay for reaching out to something you know would elicit a reaction such as this.
Hyun<3
You hadn't deleted his contact, the reason you're unsure of to this day. Perhaps a reminder that he did in fact once exist in your life, had a grounding presence, a place reserved all for himself in the mainland of your heart, and not someone entirely dreamt up.
It surely felt like it at times.
The silence from his end hurt you, broke you, shattered you, despite having been at your request. Days seemingly never ending, nights even moreso, your house empty, bed cold. All of it ate away at you a little at a time, leaving behind a silhouette tainted with holes, torn and run down at the edges.
You'd be lying if you said you didn't imagine, didn't long, didn't yearn for this very moment. The moment his side of the silence ceases, the moment he, despite your asks, reaches out.
So why does your heart feel about fit to burst at the seams? Why do you so badly want to run away? Why do you feel the air suddenly burning its way into your lungs?
"Hello?" your voice is but a whisper, foreign to anyone who's known you.
"Baby?"
Eyes closing shut, you let a long drawn sigh escape your nostrils. Being all too consumed in the eagerness of the manifestation of the moment you'd been wanting, you didn't stop to consider what his voice was capable of inflicting, underestimating your own longing for everything that's him.
"Baby, you there?"
"Why are you calling me?"
A rustling sound follows, as he lets out his own well deserved breath of air.
It's a sense of relief, if anything. Knowing that you're not the only one tormented.
A sick, sadistic kind of relief, sure. But relief all the same. Labels stopped meaning much to you a while ago.
"Missed your voice," he mumbles, tone having an unusual tilt to it.
You don't respond. Or rather, you can't. For if you will yourself to speak in this moment, a choked sob is about all that'll make its way out.
"Missed you," the tilt deepens and you catch yourself mere moments before voicing out your concerns. Not having spoken to him since the pair of you parted ways, it's going to take time adjusting to the fact that he's no longer accountable to your questions, your worries. And you're no longer expected to care for him.
You are no longer wanted.
"Why are you calling?" you echo, the fact that your voice is growing quieter by the second not lost on you. If anything, it's the same fact that withholds you from saying more.
"It's the first snow today."
You know what he's thinking. It'd be a lie to say you haven't been thinking the same all day.
You stay quiet, waiting for the blow.
When did you turn into such a masochist? You know the next thing coming out of his mouth is going to tear apart your tattered heart that you've been fixing up the past year since he left you.
"We met on the day of the first snow."
Alas, bandaids don't fix bullet holes.
They're ripped apart, shredded to nothing. Tattered and frayed, used for all their worth. Leaving behind the pieces of your heart, desperately clinging onto each other, trying and failing to stay in league.
"They say your love lasts forever if you see the first snow together."
A dry chuckle follows, filling the air with despair, a feeling contrary to the act in of itself.
"That's all fucking bullshit, isn't it?" the tilt to his voice wavers, a little sniffle enough to withdraw one from you too.
"Look where it got us," the silky voice breaks, the same one you adored.
The voice that once called you 'love', whispered confessions into your hair, your ears, your core. The voice that took on a hoarse tone when you woke up in his arms on late mornings, the one that promised to be with you always.
Empty confessions. Empty promises.
"Why are you calling?" seems like this is the only thing that's making its way out of your throat tonight. The only thing that can make its way out.
He hums, then chuckles again. The same hollow laugh, detached, impassive, phlegmatic.
"You always were stubborn, weren't you?"
"Hyunjin," your voice is stern, indicative of a warning.
But he finds no such emotion behind it.
"Keep going."
"Wh—"
"Keep saying my name. Please."
It's only going to take so much for the choked sob that you've been holding at the back of your throat to be let out. And it's taking every fibre, every alight neuron within you to keep it in.
"Why?" a meek whisper. Your voice wavering.
"Because I love it. Love you," a quiet sob. His tone trembling. "Still," A single word. Sealing in an entire universe worth of meaning.
Eyes falling shut again, you don't stop the trail of heat that burns your cheeks. For the first time in a year, you let yourself go. Let yourself feel.
Even if it's grief. Even if it's sorrow.
Your let yourself feel.
A huff of breath is heard through the receiver, followed by a shudder.
"You were always better than me with cold."
Your eyes snap open, back ramrod straight and despite knowing what you'll find, you hastily draw the curtains aside. And sure enough, the snowfall is steady, windy breeze rustling leaves off their petioles, streets emptier than they should be considering the early hours of night.
And for good reason.
"Hyun, are you out?"
"You still have me all figured out," he lets out, and you can almost see his breath condensing in front of his face, courtesy the coldest day of this year's winter.
"What are you doing out? Get in right now," the assertive tone isn't something you've used in a while. Maybe you just didn't have anyone to use it on anymore.
He chuckles again, seemingly the only reaction he's able to give you, the only reaction that doesn't involve speaking, lest the wobble to his tone give him away.
"Hyun, seriously. Get the fuck in."
"Can't."
"Why not?"
"Don't know where I am," the sigh that follows lets you know that he just closed his eyes. It's the one he let out every night when he laid behind you, his chest to your back, him buried deep in you. It's when he felt the most at peace, he used to say. Coming home and being with you, feeling you, inside out. Quite literally.
Though what he's finding peaceful about the biting cold is beyond you.
"What do you mean you don't know? Hyun, don't fuck with me right now."
The next chortle is almost a laugh, the irony of your statement not lost on you. You think you hear something eerily similar to "how I wish" through the microphone, but you choose to ignore it.
"Hyunjin. For the last time, where are you?" even as your tone indicates your growing impatience, your body works on autopilot. Before you know it, you're getting up and reaching for your car keys, all while throwing a fleece jacket over your shoulder.
"Is getting you mad the only way to make you say my name?"
He's not listening. Something you're not used to. Sure, not listening and communicating is what got you both where you are today, but it's something you've never been at the receiving end of. It's the complaint he always had. And the complaint you always brushed off.
You suddenly remember another spur of the moment thing you did back in the day.
You pull out the app where you had your locations visible to each other, knowing of the other's whereabouts at all times. Your friends had called it a red flag, that he was possessive, obsessive even, to suggest something of this sort.
Little did they know it was your idea.
You see him, his little bitmoji some ten kilometres away from your current location.
Even as you're making your way to the car, shoving the steady falling snow out of the way, you make a show of protesting, "Use goggle maps and drive home."
"Can't drive either."
"Why?"
Silence.
And it gives you reason to fret. Despite the unnerving tilt, he's been responsive and dare you say vulnerable all throughout, the shake to his voice not holding him back from letting his feelings known.
So the first time he's silent is enough to make you break into a cold sweat.
"Hyun, why can't you drive?"
You hear him drag a hand down his face, some rustling of clothes following shortly after.
Another deep exhale, another beat of silence.
"Hyunjin," you settle on it as the last measure, knowing it's the only way he'll answer, the weakness he has for you saying his name made plenty clear today.
"I'm sorry," the whisper is barely there, almost lost in the sounds of your engine revving.
But he's the only one you've ever had ears for.
So you hear him. You hear him loud and clear.
"Why?" while he may not be egoistic, apologising isn't something either of you are good at. It's always been that way. A constant push and pull, a tug of war, a battle of wills, seeing you caves in first, who loses first. Hardly a healthy partnership, but what you had with him made it all worth it. More than worth it. He's the closest thing to a soulmate you'll ever have. If they do in fact exist, he's your other half.
He once was. He always will be.
"I- I just.. I'm sorry, baby."
Ice cold panic grips your heart, the external cold fading by comparison. He's apologized twice in a row now, and while your past self would call it improvement, in this moment, dread is the only sentiment you feel.
You stay silent, stepping on the race, praying he doesn't pick up on the sound of your engine accelerating.
A long moment of daunting silence later, he says something you don't understand, or rather refuse to understand.
"I took too much."
Its beyond refusal, a feeling akin to denial.
You deny to process what he just said, what he just implied, what he just meant.
"Stay right where you are," so, much like everything else, you choose to ignore it.
He seems taken aback for all of three seconds before his tone softens, "You coming to get me?"
You choose to ignore this too, convincing yourself that this is just mindless rambling to him.
His words suddenly hold no weight, his confessions empty.
Like always.
You glance at the GPS mounted to the dash.
One kilometre away.
"Do you remember when I kissed you?"
"You've kissed me more times than I can count."
Even as your heart is splitting in two, even after the recent realisation, you somehow find yourself reponding.
It's honestly all you've been wanting since he walked out of the bedroom, out of the apartment, out of your life that late September night.
"That day. The day of the first snow. The day we met."
You don't respond.
He takes it as a sign to continue.
"I knew it then. I know you knew it too."
Eight hundred metres.
"That you were for me. And I you."
Silence from your end again.
"How did we end up here?"
You know how. He knows how.
Five hundred metres.
Suddenly, a loud beep resounds, the call abruptly ending. That sends you into a chill panic, grip on the gear tightening. You pull over, and try tracing his location again. To no avail.
The location is gone. The ringtone goes straight to voicemail. Messages not delivering.
You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to remind yourself between deep breaths that he's capable of taking care of himself.
But then comes a gush of memories. Of a time when he walked straight into a pole while facetiming you once. You'd laughed then and called him a manchild.
The memory, albeit fond, doesn't help ease your worries, only aggravating the uneasy churn of your stomach.
Exhaling loudly, you talk yourself down your own anxiety first, realising that this is the first step if you want to have any chance at getting to him.
This is the general location, you remember. Once again, you kick start your car, the frantic rumble of the engine echoing down the empty roads, signifying the urgency of the affair.
It takes another twenty minutes and a slow drive down the snowy streets for you to spot a silhouette in the distance.
The person is slumped down against a rusty pole, back pressed to it, long legs propped up with feet flat on the snow covered pavement, head resting on the bend of their elbow thrown over upward knees. With their head buried in the crook of their arm, their face isn't visible, the thick smog hovering around them adding to the haze.
But it's a silhouette you'd recognize anywhere.
Those legs that you were trapped between during stolen moments of vulnerability.
Those large palms that held you down while you shook from the white hot pleasure the same hands brought you.
That soft blonde mop of hair that tickled your inner thighs when the same head was buried in your heat, almost every chilly night like today. And every warm one too.
You don't know when you got off your car, for now you find yourself looking down at the same silky golden locks.
Your boots sink into the snow, the ice underneath them melting.
He gives no indication of knowing of your arrival, and you wonder if he's managed to somehow fall asleep here.
Tiny snowflakes having made themselves home on his hair, almost forming a halo, he looks angelic. You reach out, wanting to dust them off his head before your stop, hand hovering.
You're suddenly tentative, when you didn't hesitate to tug on these very locks whenever he was in you.
That simple knowledge brings forth the harsh reality.
He's here. Right in front of you. Yet so far away.
Hand still in air, you're entirely unprepared when his head suddenly shoots up, palm grabbing your wrist.
"Baby?" his voice is gravelly, eyes bleary.
Yet he's the most perfect piece of art you ever did see.
He's gorgeous, your mind says to you— as if the fact could've ever been hidden, been denied even in incoherence.
But it's when you look closely that it comes crashing down. The realisation.
His slim face is gaunt now, eyes red and hazy, bags prominent. He's gorgeous, sure, but not as stunning as he once was.
You're suddenly knocked off balance, back pressing into the pole he was just resting on, the surface hot from his warmth.
It takes far too long for you to perceive what it is that's actually happening. His fingers dig into your hips, large palms splayed over your back, winding to the front, thumbs meeting. Warm breath tickles your neck, forcing out a gasp of your own.
"You're here," his voice is hushed, reverent even, afraid that the illusion of you would disappear any moment.
You nudge his shoulder, trying to shake him off, albeit unwillingly.
He removes himself from where he's nestled, looks you in the eye before closing them, forehead resting against yours.
From what you were able to make from that brief glimpse into his orbs, they're bloodshot, not the kind that result from lack of sleep nor the ones that speak of tiredness.
No, they are indicative of him being far away from the realm of normal thinking. It's the excuse you allow yourself to live, the reason you don't push him off you.
He's not thinking.
His tongue darts out, gliding over the plump of his lower lip, the texture of which you know by heart. Parting open, quick breaths leave him, and the proximity is to blame for the fact that it goes right into your mouth.
He puffs rapidly as if suddenly breathless, lips quivering, seemingly trying to find something to say, or perhaps trying to not say what his heart wants to.
"Tell me you're real this time."
This time?
"Hyun—"
"Just- just tell me you're really here," his eyes open slowly, drowsily, forehead still pressed into yours, hands sliding from your hip up your sides, caressing, feeling, landing on your nape.
Once again they circle you, this time overlapping over the back of your neck as he pulls you closer still, "That I'm not making you up again."
"What happened to you?" looking into his eyes again, you know it's not him. He's gone. For now.
So it's more of a question to yourself than to him.
What happened to him? What happened to your artist, your lover, your Hyunjin?
And just as you surmised, your question fell on deaf ears for he is a man on a mission.
"Baby, you're here right? With me? You came to me?"
Moving to close your nimble hands over his big ones, you relish in their warmth for a moment, the reason of said unnatural heat another thing you choose to ignore for now.
You can wallow in guilt by yourself later. All you want.
But now that you've allowed yourself this moment of weakness with him, you plan to bank on it.
"Yes, Hyun, it's me. I'm here."
Encircling your arms around broad shoulders, you pull him to you, into you. His own hands slip to your hips, squeezing you right back.
"I keep seeing you everywhere, everyday. Wherever I am. Whenever I'm awake."
You think you hear a sob, but don't let it show, for you're not immune to the sorrow either.
Maybe the apathetic front was just that, after all. A front. One you had to put up, one you had to believe in— fool yourself into believing in, if only for self preservation.
"You're not making me up this time."
He doesn't reply with words, doesn't need to. The way his hold on you tightens, lips brushing the side of your neck speaks volumes.
Hot, wet kissed trail up the column of your throat, their heat melting off any snow falling on you. Surroundings be damned, you throw your head back, giving him the silent consent.
That seems to be invitation enough for him, as his kisses turn to sucking, sucking turns to biting. He's marking you, something he enjoyed partaking in quite a lot back in the day, and you already know the colour of each of the marks that he's leaving, only through the pressure and the ratio of tongue-teeth action he spares your skin.
You permit it, indulging him, indulging yourself.
But it's when he noses his way to your jaw and finally lifts up to look into your eyes that you're reminded of reality, of his incapacitated state.
You jolt back, practically shoving him off.
He's understandably puzzled, brows creasing, panting.
"Wh— did I do something wrong? I remember you liked when I did this? You don't anymore?"
"No. It's not that. I do like it. Maybe even more than before."
The crease to his forehead eases out as he takes a single step forward, to which you take one of your own. In the opposite direction.
He stops dead in his tracks, the bend to his brows deeper than before.
"Baby, why are you going away from me?"
You try not to look into his eyes, the branching redness visibly growing new stems by the second.
"Don't go away from me."
Unlike what some might assume, you're not put off, not repulsed by gleam to his eyes, nor by their sanguinence. In not too proud of a moment, you'd say you're even used to it.
It's what you see every time you look into the mirror. What you hate, what you need.
A vicious cycle. A cursed affair.
The glint in your eye reflects his, ignites his, the two light beams meeting to string together.
The profane symphony. The impious consonance.
You did try. Tried not to let it take over you, it's been more than half a day since you last indulged in a sniff, after all. But Hyunjin is nothing if not a vice to your repressive instincts.
Your kryptonite. Your aphrodisiac.
One look at his bloodhsot eyes and you know this is it. He is the one. Who else could be the other half to your broken, tattered soul? Who else could be the mirror image of your own intoxicated orbs? Who else could slot into your cracks?
He steps forward, and this time you don't have it in you to recoil. Closing your lids, you let him snake his arms around your waist, pull you impossibly close. His face finds the comfort of your neck again, hot breathe laced with desperation marking the seeping away of the last of your restraint, taking with it any hope you had to do this right. For once.
"Don't go."
You've known him long enough to realise he's pulling apart your guard, piece by excruciating piece. You've known yourself long enough to realise you're caving, embracing the pain that is him.
"Let's get you home."
You don't see anything, too consumed in the fire that is him, his touch.
You're kissing him like you need him to breath. He's kissing you like he needs you to survive.
His hands pull down the zipper to your shirt, legs guiding you back onto the bed proper, step by step.
You land on your back with a soft thud, shirt thrown off somewhere. His own following suit soon after.
His eyes land onto the black lace adorning your chest, shining and all too inviting. The same lace he got you for your two year anniversary, the same lace he had you in that day, the same lace he had you in on countless days after that.
He places one knee between your legs, the duvet dipping, and nuzzles his face in your cleavage, taking in a long inhale.
Nosing about, he whispers, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
You know what he means. He never failed to mention what this set did to him, to his brain, his length. And you'd made it a point to use it against him every chance you got.
Today however, was not that chance, but you're grateful for the fateful coincidence.
He gets up only to slowly peel off your leggings and partially hovers over you, knee between your legs again, this time much closer to the warmth of your core.
His eyes trail down your figure, taking in all the curves, the crevices. Remembering all that once was his, learning all that he wasn't there to witness during your time apart.
His hands gently move up and down your sides, caressing and massaging, eyes going back and forth between the two lace pieces.
They're the same pair, but your body has changed quite a bit since he last had you in it.
You've somehow managed to surpass your own beauty and it's nothing if not a detriment to his sanity.
And his stamina. He's suddenly not too proud of it, if the exponential build up of his arousal is any indication.
The heavy caresses have now pushed you down the bed, your heat coming in contact with the rough patch of denim on his knee. You gasp at the contact, your core tender from how drenched you are from all his staring and fondling.
He picks up on it and uses his hold on your hips to begin grinding you on his knee. You groan, your thin silky lace and his thick rough denim adding to your arousal. Never would you have imagined that simple gliding, over the confines of clothes no less, could feel this good.
This is what being with Hyunjin is always like. Trying, experimenting, tapping into uncharted territory, with the knowledge of safely, of assurance, of security.
Sleeping with him, you got to know of your own body, what made it tick, your likes, your turn ons.
Being with him, you got to know of yourself, what made you you, your talents, your strengths.
Existing with him, simply made you whole.
So if this is all you get, you'd be content.
Moans and whimpers echo in the room that's now empty without his studio table nestled in the corner, without his clothes piled up in random heaps, without music equipment thrown astrew on the wooden floor.
Empty. Empty. Empty. Without him.
"Goddess."
A loud moan rips from your throat, the sound unholy. Your eyes snap open, in shock of your own reaction.
"You like that?"
Staring up at him with wide eyes, you're not sure what to say. It's yet another uncharted territory, yet another epiphany. And you're grateful it's with him.
Leaning forward he captures your lips between his soft ones, tongued clashing, spit mixing, swaying his head side to side, smearing your collective essence all over your cheeks and jaws.
"Like it, my goddess?"
Another equally loud moan echoes, even as his grinding has ceased. Your response is unprompted, no physical stimulation in sight.
While it might have been embarrassing, you're anything but.
Simply because it's him.
And you're not yourself. And he's not himself.
But you're together. All else rendered trivial.
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ramen in the cold room (h.h)
okay 😭 this is the third time i've written this 😭 tumblr hates me. the sauna video was so cute, and i'm falling deeply into hyune's arms 🥹 i hope you all enjoy this cute little thing 🥰
feedback is greatly appreciated 💓
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You stand on your tiptoes, resting your chin against your boyfriend's shoulders. "What are you getting?" You ask him quietly, tilting your head to look up at him.
"Well, angel, I thought we could get some ramen and eat it in the cold room," Hyunjin mentions to you nonchalantly.
"Excuse me?" You ask, your eyes widening at his suggestion as you move your body so you're standing beside him. "You want to eat in the cold room? Why?"
Hyunjin laughs embarrassingly, turning his head to look down at you. "I just think it'd be romantic, don't you?" He mutters sweetly.
"It's an idea for sure," you cry a bit while glancing towards said room. You pout your lips as your eyes meet his again. "If I get too cold, can I sit on your lap?"
The black-haired beauty laughs but nods his head in agreement. The two of you decided to go to the nearest sauna place. Hyunjin's been really busy with the other members, and his muscles are starting to ache more and more. You wanted to spend time with him, so you suggested this place, stating that it'd be a cute date.
After he orders the two bowls of ramen, you stand behind him off to the side, tying his hair up in low pigtails. You giggle at how cute he looks and gently massage the back of his head.
Hyunjin hums, leaning into your massaging. One of his arms reaches back to you, feeling his fingers gliding along your hip. "I love you, you know," he sighs before turning his head to look at you.
"I love you too, Hyune," you grin widely, standing on your toes to kiss his lips.
The staff member comes back with your food, handing one to each of you. You both thank the gentlemen before making your way into the ice room.
"You go first," you giggle, stepping aside so Hyunjin can step forward.
"Don't be a baby," he jokes with you, sticking his tongue out. You shake your head as he steps into the glass box. "It's not too bad."
You groan once more before making your way inside. A shiver runs down your spine as you sit down beside him, your thighs touching. "It's a little chilly," you whisper loud enough for him to hear.
Hyunjin watches you as you begin to eat the steaming noodles. He subconsciously mixes his ramen together as he stares, not being able to take his eyes off of you.
You scrunch your face as you shove the noodles past your lips, humming contents at the taste. You quickly take in another batch when you feel Hyunjin's eyes on you. You're in the middle of chewing when you glance up at him.
He smiles at your full cheeks, noodles hanging past your lips as you stare at him so innocently. "You're breathtaking," he tells you, his dark eyes full of love for you.
You can feel the tips of your ears getting warmer. You hope that they're already red from the cold. The two of you have been together for almost a year, and you've never seen him look so… smitten.
"I'm just eating noodles?" You question him, shoving him to the side with your arm.
Hyunjin chuckles and buries his face into your neck. "You're breathtaking twenty-four seven, angel," he kisses your skin.
"Baby," you whine, looking down at his ramen, which is currently getting cold. "Eat first. You can praise me afterward."
You go back to eating your noodles, glancing towards Hyunjin every few seconds. You both eat in silence. The only sound echoing off the walls is your slurping.
"Thank you for doing this with me," Hyunjin mentions suddenly, causing your gaze to move to him again. He finished his bowl and set it down on the bench beside him. "I can see you shivering."
"I'd do anything for you, Hyune," you confess to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I want to fulfill all of your romantic dreams."
He hums, dipping down to kiss the crown of your head. "I am so in love with you," Hyunjin confesses as well, lacing his fingers with yours. "There's nobody better than you, angel."
"Guess you're stuck with me then."
Hyunjin grins ear to ear as you tilt your head up. "I am two hundred percent okay with that," he whispers before kissing your lips.
~
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kinktober !
The first thing you notice is the muffled sounds of the forest. Wind whistling through long, slender trees, shaking even more coloured leaves onto the floor beneath you. You laid there for a while, contemplating. How did you end up here? How did you wake up in this area, a place you’ve never seen before?
Beneath the normal sounds of the wilderness around you, there’s other noises, too. The distinct sound of metal clanging, and another more human-like whistle. It sounds like it’s human, but something about the noise has you questioning the truth. It sounds otherworldly, something that you can’t quite place yet you’re aware there’s something unsettling about it.
Your boots press into the ground when you stand up, sliding around in the slightly damp mud. The cold Autumn air has ensured that the floor isn’t safe to walk on, especially not with the freshly biting essence of ice coating the crunching leaves. You decide you have to walk anyway. How else are you meant to get out?
You felt like you weren’t even sure you wanted to get out. Something about the forest was unsettling, creating a burning pit of anxiety in your tummy yet almost feeling at home. It was like the feeling of being inside your home at night with all of the doors unlocked. The cold nips at your arms, bare apart from a t-shirt. You haven't exactly been planning on going out tonight. What had you been doing, before you woke up here? You couldn’t remember, even upon scratching your temples and closing your eyes, really trying to get just a slight memory of what you’d been up to.
Your foot slips but you manage to catch your ground. You begin to walk, unsure of where exactly you were going, only knowing that you needed to find something. If you were only looking for the source of that jarring whistle, then so be it. It had to be something. There had to be another presence between these trees, be it human or uncanny. It feels like it’s been hours since you awoke on the leaves, and you turn back, looking at the bed of moss that you’d arisen upon. It’s almost arranged to be like a den of sorts, comfortable perhaps for someone a lot smaller than you.
It’s only been minutes. You check your watch, only to find that the time hasn’t changed since 4pm today. It’s dark outside. There’s no way in hell that it’s still 4pm, perhaps closer to midnight - maybe even later, but you walk anyway. You walk and walk, ignoring the way your arms have turned a weird shade due to the cold of the air. It’s too cold.
Eventually, you think you may have found something. The forest forks into three separate routes, one straight ahead of you and one either side. The route ahead of you looks to lead to a more flourishing bank of land, bright crimson and ivory mushrooms alluring you into their domain. Daisies and other fauna lead up the way, dewy with fresh water and well taken care of. The route to your left is haggard, leaves hanging off of trees and branches bending like long, winding fingers against the dark night sky. To your right, you’re alarmed to see the presence of random strips of metal adorning the ground, some with dents and some pristine.
Do you…
Keep going ahead?
Turn to your left?
Turn to your right?
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lucky number five ☆ hwang hyunjin.
pairing: hyunjin x fem! reader.
tags: fluff, drabble.
words: 3k words.
warnings: reader is referred to with she/her, called as wife.
about: the five most memorable memories you share with hyunjin.
note: i haven't written in a while, so my writing's definitely a little rusty. i hope you'll like it! please reblog, and feedback is very much appreciated <3
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𝐨𝐧𝐞.
Five is Hyunjin's lucky number.
Hyunjin first met you when he was five. He had pointed out that you were wearing the same shirt as he was — and you've been attached to the hips ever since.
His first tooth fell out on the fifth day of Summer. He could recall holding the baby tooth on a tissue in one hand, looking up at his mother with puppy eyes. His mother patted him on the head and told him he had grown up. The tooth fairy gave him a single gold coin chocolate, too. Tucked it under his pillow where he placed his baby tooth. He remembers having a lisp until the tooth grew back — remembers how jealous you were that he had "grown up."
The first feeling of victory Hyunjin had ever experienced was when he won fifth place in a colouring contest. Truth be told, he could've easily won first place — but he wanted you to win over him just to see you smile, so he coloured messily. Though the trophy for first place looked glorious, he thought that the smile plastered on your face as you held a medal beat the shine on the trophy.
It was the fifth of May when you two started dating. Hyunjin remembers everything about the fated day, bit by bit. He could play each scene, each dialogue in his head like an overplayed radio song. He was merely sixteen, studying in an all boys school with little to no knowledge about dating. Boys his age didn't care about dating. They only cared about soccer and video games. While he cared about all of that too, a lot of the space in his heart was overtaken by you. Figuring out how to ask you out was tough, he had spent a lot of time pondering. He even gathered up the courage to seek advice from his friends, yet to no avail. They were barely any help. In the end, he observed television dramas and prayed for the best.
Under a cherry blossom tree, you sat on a bench. Your eyes were fixated on the sky as your legs dangled over the wooden bench. The clouds on the sky were huge, luminous — enveloping the sky the way lovers do.
"Jinnie!" Hyunjin heard you cheer as he approached you. The nonchalant look on his face immediately turned into a bright smile, his footsteps becoming more hurried.
Standing in front of you, Hyunjin was the perfect depiction of nervous. Both his hands dug deep into the pockets of his jeans, front teeth nibbling onto the inside of his cheeks and the little rocks underneath his foot tumbled as he kicks on them.
Hyunjin gulped, "Hi."
You tilted your head with concern, "are you okay, Jinnie?"
The concern laced in your tone reminded him of all the reasons why he liked you so much. You cared like no other — loved as though nothing could hurt you in this world.
"I am," he replied, rubbing on the back of his neck, "I just —"
"You don't have to rush it," you tapped on the seat beside you, "sit with me. You can take your time to tell me whatever that's on your mind."
So, Hyunjin sat. His legs reached the ground unlike yours, and his eyes fixated on the stain on his sneakers. He was painfully aware of the rapid beating of his heart. The urge to tell you his feelings were bottling up quickly.
Then, it spilled.
"I like you a lot," the words were muttered before Hyunjin could stop them.
"Hm?"
"I like you," he repeated. This time, he sounded more sure, looked more sure. The raven was looking at you, blinking sanguinely.
It took a while for you to process the words, for your jaw to relax and finally respond.
The first response came in a way where you slowly turned your head towards him, blinking profusely.
You stuttered, "like me? Like like, or just friends like?"
He sighed, "like like. I like like you."
"Oh."
There it goes, the rejection. Hyunjin had expected it, but it hurt nonetheless. You were the only person Hyunjin had ever liked, his best friend since kindergarten. His feelings for you ran deep. He was merely sixteen, yes, but he was well aware of how strongly he felt for you.
You didn't expect it, but he tapped on your shoulder comfortingly, as if to say, "I know you don't like me, it's okay."
You were right.
"I know you don't like me, it's okay," he comforted, "I just wanted you to know."
"No, I do like you," you confessed.
"What?"
"Yeah," you replied, breathlessly, "was just shocked, that's all."
"Oh."
Silence blanketed the two of you as the conversation exchanged slowly seeped into your brains. Hyunjin looked like he was simply admiring the view in front of him but really, his brain was going haywire.
"No, I do like you," the words repeated in his brain over, and over. They filled his brain with dopamine, the kind of rush that even his favourite football team winning could not replicate.
The five words which will be engrained in Hyunjin's mind forever.
"I like you a lot."
The five words which will be engrained in yours.
"So..." you broke the silence, "what now?"
Hyunjin's pointer circled against the wood of the bench, itching to hold your hand, "we... you know. Date."
"Yeah. Okay."
For best friends who have known each other for years, it was abnormally quiet for the two of you.
But it was okay. Hyunjin was content with the small smile lingering on your pretty face, and your hand in his — finally in his.
𝐭𝐰𝐨.
The sound of a pan sizzling and a kettle crackling seeped into the guest bedroom, though the sound of Hyunjin and his mother's voice caught your attention the most.
You were spending the weekend at the Hwangs'. Your parents were on a company trip that weekend and didn't trust you alone so naturally, they dropped you off there. You were about to take your morning shower, a towel slung over your shoulder when their voices stopped you in your tracks.
"You really like her, Hyunjin?" his mother asked, her voice the epitome of motherly.
She truly is the stereotypical loving mother — soft, and nurturing. Lunchbox ready on the table every morning, not a single football match of Hyunjin's missed. Treated you like the daughter she never had, braided your hair by the porch as Hyunjin ran around with his beloved dog.
"Um," Hyunjin muttered, silverware clinking against plate as he cut through a sausage.
You clasped your ear against the door, eager to hear more.
"You don't have to be shy with me, Hyunjin."
"I do like her," you heard him say, "a lot."
Crimson crept up your face, and you could picture his face doing the same. You could imagine the tips of his ears going red, and his mother looking at him with a grin.
"You want to marry her?" she asked jokingly.
"I do," he answered. Confidently. Surely. Absolutely no hesitation. As though it was the one sole thing he was sure of in his life.
"Oh, my Hyunjin," his mother cooed, "you're all grown up now!"
You didn't know what happened next, how their conversation continued because you were too busy stifling yourself from giggling giddily. Your back was pressed up against the door, replaying the eavesdropped dialogues in your head over and over. Overcame by excitement, you failed to notice the footsteps approaching the door.
Before you knew it, your head came in contact with the wall as the door swung open. Hyunjin stood in front of you, confused as you rubbed your forehead.
"So aggressive, and for what?" you grunted, looking up at him with a pout.
"Who told you to stand by the door like an idiot?" Hyunjin huffed. Nevertheless, he reached towards your forehead, checking for any bruises.
"You'll be okay. Next time, don't stand by the door like an idi—" he paused, "wait. Did you hear anything?"
You batted your eyelashes innocently, playing dumb.
"Hear what?"
Hyunjin sighed out of relief, ruffling your hair, "nothing you need to worry your pretty self about. Just go shower. I saved you some pancakes."
"Aw," you pecked his lips, "you're so sweet, and so caring. You must want to marry me."
He smiled, but the face soon contorted into one of annoyance.
"So you heard!"
"Heard what? The fact that you're obsessed with me and want to marry me so bad?"
"You're so annoying, y/n."
"You still want to marry me though."
Hyunjin rolled his eyes, "shut up, or I'll take it back."
He wouldn't.
𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞.
Exhaustion lugged on Hyunjin as he exited the entertainment building. He's been a trainee for a couple of months now, and the burn-out was no joke. A day with you was exactly what he needed. A couple of days spent with his home, his solace — and he refused to come empty-handed.
Thus, he roamed around the park, in search of wildflowers. Anything he could get his hands on, just as long as he could form a bouquet from them. Hyunjin ducked and moved around, pulling out any flower he deemed beautiful enough. A black hair tie tied together the ensemble of florals. He wished he had managed to get his hands on some ribbons but alas, he couldn't. For now, the black hair tie on his wrist would suffice.
You arrived right when you promised you would. Clad in a pretty yellow sundress, Hyunjin swore that you came right out of a daydream. He watched you wander around in the park for a while, admiring from afar. Even with a confused expression plastered across your face, he still found you gorgeous. A part of him wished that he was simply your secret admirer, so that he could keep watching you from afar for hours. Not being able to be around you would suck though, so perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“Y/n!” Hyunjin finally called you out, waving his hand to catch your attention, “here!”
You whipped your head towards his direction, lips twitching into the cutest smile once you caught a glimpse of your boyfriend.
An arrangement of colourful flowers was handed to you once you were in front of him. You vividly remember how beautiful it was — petals of yellow, pink, and white which coincidentally matched your dress. Hyunjin on the other hand remember how you looked, the pupils of your eyes practically shining at the ensemble.
“For me?” you asked, looking at him with big, bright, eyes.
Hyunjin nodded, “for you, of course. Flowers for a flower.”
“Oh,” was all that you could utter, overwhelmed by appreciation. You gently pet the petals, “they’re so pretty.”
“Really?” Hyunjin queried, “I don’t have any money. I wish I could buy you pretty roses and tulips, but I really cannot afford them right now. This is the best that I could do, and I’m sorry my love.”
“Don’t you dare say sorry, Hwang Hyunjin. The fact that you spent time to find these flowers means a lot to me, and makes them even more special. I love them, they’re beautiful. Thank you.”
He nodded, smiling sheepishly. All the worries he previously harboured immediately disappeared at your words.
“Okay, love. Let’s go then, find more flowers and I’ll make a wreath out of them for you.”
Years later, and the flowers had long wilted away — pressed and put in a frame for display, resting on a table with vases of flowers accompanying it.
Hyunjin never stopped gifting you flowers.
𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.
A yellow bus drove away, leaving two figures at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere.
The outskirts of Seoul — only ever acknowledged as a place vehicles pass by. No stores, no houses in sight, just a lonesome bus stop surrounded by greens.
Hyunjin would’ve never stepped foot in this place if it wasn’t for you. If it wasn’t for you climbing into his window and hysterically crying, he wouldn’t have purchased tickets to the middle of nowhere. He would probably be in bed and wake up at noon.
“I want to run away,” you told him, hours before.
“Okay,” he replied, “I’ll go with you.”
Normally, Hyunjin wouldn’t support your attempts at rebelling against your parents. Honestly, the words, “don’t be dumb and just say sorry,” sat at the top of his tongue, but they dissolved at the sight of your mascara running down your cheeks. He knew that even if he was to disagree, you would’ve packed your bags and left anyway. He would rather follow to keep you safe.
Plus, the boy knew that the rebellion would only last a couple of hours.
“Let’s sail off without a map. Just walk and see what we’ll discover.”
“Okay.”
God knows how many of those he already said to you that day.
You walked, hand in hand, him siding with the highway. You looked far too relaxed for someone who was running away. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was terrified. If anything were to happen to the two of you there, nobody would be there to help. His free hand dug into his pocket, tightly clutching onto a butterfly knife.
Minutes soon turned into an hour. Two people walking soon turned into one — Hyunjin ended up carrying you on his back after seeing that you’ve blistered your feet. He nagged about your choice of footwear, but amidst the nags, he still opted to carry you anyway. Your hands rested around his neck, chin on his head as he walked aimlessly, just waiting for you to finally cave in and ask to go home.
“Hyunjin, look!”
“Hm?”
The boy turned around, gasping at the sight which greeted his eyes. A field of flowers stretched as far as his eyes could see, green plains decorated with splotches of colourful flowers.
Before he could say anything, you were already running towards the field, screaming in glee. He followed in pursuit, taking in the breeze and letting blades of grass sway against his legs.
“Hurry!”
Hurry, Hyunjin did, running towards you and lifting you off the ground. Hyunjin took advantage of the seemingly infinite space to twirl you around, and run around until the two of you turned breathless, lying on the grass to look at the sky.
“I love this place,” you mumbled between heavy breaths, “feels like something you only see in your dreams.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, rolling onto his side and propping himself up with his elbow.
Quietly, he admired you. The tranquil expression your face held matched that of the sky. He couldn’t stop the hand reaching towards your face, calloused thumb caressing your face with the same softness of a feather. Each stroke of his thumb whispered, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“Thank you,” your words reeled Hyunjin out of his daze, “for coming here with me.”
His eyes on you softened.
“You don’t have to thank me. Just be around forever,” sat at the top of Hyunjin’s tongue and dissolved.
Instead, he pressed a kiss onto your lips.
𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞.
Hyunjin asked you to marry him five years after you started dating.
It was the peak of his career. He was everywhere around the world, collecting awards and breaking records. The little boy who loved football slowly turned into a superstar. He had to bid goodbye to his quiet life, making space for all the glory the world had to offer to him. His name sat at the tip of everyone’s tongues, talk of the town — Achilles reincarnate.
That was when he decided that he would have to marry you. For amidst all that glory, you were the only stagnant thing in his life. You continued to annoy and nag him as you always do. You continued to be the first person he thinks of when he wakes, and the last person he thinks of as he shuts his eyes. You’re always the person he has in mind as he looks for souvenirs, and when he watches old couples sitting on benches in different cities.
You, you, you.
Always you.
Boxes scatter around the living room, some opened and some not. It’s been a few hours since the moving truck unloaded all of the boxes. Honestly, you could’ve gotten so many things done if it weren’t for the two of you constantly procrastinating.
“Just a five-minute break, babe,” Hyunjin whines, landing on a (still wrapped in plastic) sofa.
You roll your eyes, “you’ve taken breaks like three times just this hour, Jinnie.”
He whines again, making grabby hands, “need my wife here right now or I’ll die.”
The sigh which leaves your lips cannot fool him, because the slight grin on your lips gives away that you like his clinginess. You seat yourself in his arms, burying yourself in his neck. The familiar scent of fresh laundry and cologne fills your nostrils, washing away the exhaustion from the day.
“Me, my wife, and a new house,” you hear Hyunjin mumble, “feels like a dream.”
You voice your agreement by humming. It’s when you stare at the boxes surrounding you that the reality finally sinks in. You’re married to the boy you met in kindergarten. His toothbrush will be in a cup next to yours, his mug will be in the dishwasher with yours, and your dirty laundry will be in the same machine. You’ll wake up next to him every day for what you hope will be your entire life.
You smile at the thought, sinking yourself into Hyunjin even more. He’s holding you with one hand, the other rummaging through a box when he takes out a Polaroid, showing you it with glee.
A Polaroid of you and him under a cherry blossom tree, five years ago.
“Isn’t this from the first day we started dating?” Hyunjin asks, blinking his eyes at you.
You tilt your head to observe the polaroid, “oh… Yes, it is, babe!”
He’s laughing, particularly at how red his face looks in the picture.
“Oh my god, we have to recreate this picture soon, love.”
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