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straykeedz · 2 months

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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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wonuvs · 2 months

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i NEED more boob sucker Hyune please 🙏

MINORS PISS OFF. tags: boobguy!hyunjin x afab!reader

boobsucker!hyune who lives to hold and kiss and suck on your boobs—literally feels like he'll die if he doesn't at least touch your boobs once a day. it's not even something sexual at this point—it's just what he does when he needs to feel close to you, when he wants to feel your warmth.

boobsucker!hyune who made this entire thing, your thing. it's almost weird not feeling him sneak under your shirt and latch his puffy lips to your nipples whenever you are chilling, but then you remember you are hanging out with your friends or family, and you blush just thinking about how normal all this is for you.

boobsucker!hyune who takes up any chance to grope your tits. you're cooking something? he's behind you, hands cupping your boobs. walking from one room to the other? this man will literally stop you from whatever you're doing to just hold your chest in his hands and place kisses all over it. you're laying on the couch just watching TV? his face is buried under your shirt, his lips engulfing your perked nipples, his tongue circling and lapping at them hungrily, his teeth marking your chest all over.

boobsucker!hyune who can't fall asleep unless his lips are on your boobs. they are just so soft and perfect and more often than not, he falls asleep with his mouth latched to one of your nipples, and every once in a while, you can feel him start unconsciously, and randomly, suck on it in your sleep.

boobsucker!hyune who feels like he's in heaven whenever he wakes up to your smile and warmth and comfort.

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mixtape-0325 · 5 months

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Testosterone

Stray Kids; Hwang Hyunjin x M. reader (18+)

Word count: 1k

Content: Hyunjin leads, dirty talk incl. quite a bit on stretching the reader, mxm incl. oral and anal sex, cum swallowing, spit as lube, spanking.

We need more male reader fics even if the community is smaller, so I hope you enjoy this one 🖤

"Please baby, stop teasing", you beg at him as your length had already grown hard between you and your boyfriend. His perfectly shaped lips continuously pressed against your inner thigh that you could just imagine already what they would feel like on you. His arm went through the opening of your shorts on the other side, resting dangerously close to the base of your length. It wasn't just mean, Hyunjin knew what he was doing and he knew it had a big effect on you.

You reached out to him and brushed his hair out of his face, holding it tightly into a ponytail as he let his mouth hover over the outline of your hard cock that stretched the fabric of your soft shorts. He never pressed a kiss to the fabric, instead smirking at you as his eyes met yours.

"B-baby...", you spoke as you felt your length twitch between your legs. Hyunjin noticed your little desperate movement, but only chuckled to himself before backing up his actions and moving his hands to your waist instead.

"Up", he said confidently. You lifted your hips up from the bed to let him take your shorts off, no boxers underneath making everything even easier. He hummed in satisfaction as he saw your cock fully hard, veins along the side, the tip already more brightly red than normal, a few drops of pre cum leaking past your slit. All because of him. He pushed one of his hands against your abdomen, having you slightly lean back to rest on your elbows rather than sit down.

"You want me?", he asked teasingly, one of his palms moving up your thigh as the other ghosted over his own length. It made you think of his cock, the details of it, the length, how you wondered if you could ever take all.

"Want my mouth baby?", he continued before pressing a kiss to your tip, then letting his warm tongue brush over your sensitive slit to collect the pre cum leaking from it. His knees were tightly pressed against the floor beneath you, making you even more eager to have him.

"B-baby if you don't a-anytime soon i'll be the one f-fucking you today", you teased seconds before his big lips wrapped around the head of your cock fully. And within seconds he was taking more, filling his throat with you. And fuck, did his mouth feel good. He knew how to make it just the right amount of tight, and god does he make it wet. Strings of saliva connect to him whenever he moves away for a brief moment, only to take every inch again and bob his head on your cock.

"Y-yeah, keep going", you breathe heavily as he speeds up and the room fills with sloppy, wet sounds. Hyunjin never gags on you once, and not cause you're not a prominent size yourself, but because he has trained his throat with you so well that he can take you perfectly.

It doesn't take long until you're close to release, and Hyunjin uses his hand to jerk you your last way to climax. His tongue lays under your tip to catch every last drop of your cum to swallow, and his hands equally hold your body firm to the bed as it twitches with every new spurt.

Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you catch your breath, knees lifting from the floor to hover over your figure instead. He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, giving you a hint of your own taste. Without having much time to think, his hands were on your hips again and helped you up with him, bodies tightly pressed against each other. His hips grinded into yours, lips hovered over your neck as he eagerly took control over your body once again, this time for his sake.

"Turn around, baby", he whispers seductively into your ear before kissing your earlobe, a sensitive spot for many men like you. When you did as told just a little too slowly for his liking, his grip on you becomes stronger and Hyunjin pushed you over the edge of the bed in a rush. His palm held your back down so he could press himself against your ass, his free hand guiding his long, hard cock to your rim. His next hum was one much more deep, much louder.

Hyunjin let the head of his cock push past your rim, spit dropping from his mouth straight onto himself to smoothen the process. "aa-ah, fuck yeah", he groaned as he watched your hole take him with a slight struggle.

A smack against your ass followed, as Hyunjin brought himself into a mindset he didn't get out of anytime soon. You hummed in pleasure with every hit that followed, jolting forward at the impact and the burn.

"Fuck me", you begged to encourage his own lust further, that waited patiently all evening for any real pleasure himself. "Every inch baby", he replied as he pushed into you further with a groan. "Gonna make you take it all".

Hyunjin's hand once again pressed you down onto the bed, a strong grip onto your body as he thrusted forward for you to take more of him at once. "a-ahh shit, yeah, that's it, little more", and with a few more thrusts he filled you completely, and god was it overstimulating, so much, but so good.

A moan fell from your lips with every slight readjustment of his position, stretching you further. You could just sense him smirking behind you, and you weren't wrong.

You let out another moan as you felt his wet finger tease your rim, pulling at the skin and applying pressure that had you seeing stars with already being filled to your max. "s-so tight...", he whispered.

Hyunjin's hips started to move, earning gasps from you at the feeling that only became stronger as he sped up in no time. "Gonna fuck you so good, baby, fuck you open".

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writerracha · 1 year

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ whenever i want it — hyunjin x afab reader

↻ 0.8k :: established relationship :: cw. explicit smut. dom!hyunjin. free use. blow job, face fuck, unprotected sex, fingering, cumplay, dry cum, cum eating, dirty talk, marking, hair pulling, use of "princess", slight size kink, hyunjin's hands™️, sweaty hyunjin™️, pwp.

hyunjin and you have an agreement.

↻ 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist

↻ hmm did i just post two times in one day? oops. blame a lazy sunday, but i couldn't stop thinking about hyunjin and free use, so... here am i. this is filthy and i have no excuse ♡♡♡

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“You like this, huh?”

Hyunjin slams his hips against yours, his cock buried deep inside you. He is thick, his cock throbbing with need. The lewd sound of your juices sucking him in fills the room. He is right. This is exactly what you like. To be fucked hard like a rag doll by him, used like an object, be his, so unashamedly his.

He gathers your hair in his fist and pulls back, arching your back against the couch, your walls pulsating around him. You desperately want him to move, to keep hammering you into the leather, but he has a firm grasp on you. He’s stronger, and he knows it.

A chuckle passes his lips, low, guttural. “Such a small thing. Can’t even move to fuck yourself on my cock… Tsk.”

You whimper, parting your lips as Hyunjin’s long fingers crawl in your mouth. His digits trace your lips, tease your tongue, before he makes you almost choke on them.

“That throat is all sore from me, huh? But you look so cute when I fuck your face, princess. Couldn’t help it.”

“Hyun -” you moan.

“I thought we agreed, princess,” he whispers in your ear. “Free use means I do whatever I want with you whenever I want it.”

You nod slowly, and Hyunjin moves back, pushing your head into the cushion of the couch. He starts to thrust his hips, his large hands holding yours tight as he pounds into you.

You’d just been reading on the couch, enjoying your book, when Hyunjin came home from his dance practice, sweaty and agitated. He took your book, threw it away and took your chin between his fingers. Open up, he said. You did, and he shoved his hard cock in your warm, wet mouth, fucking your throat until he came all over your face.

It was still not enough - he was still hard, still horny, still pissed from not mastering this routine, so he undressed you and impaled your cunt with his cock. You’d already been soaking from his animalistic grunts when he fucked your face, so entering you was easy. His cum was drying on your face, dripping on the couch. He was covered in sweat, his long dark hair a tangled mess, his eyes sparkling, and he was beautiful.

You love being used by him, degraded by him, called names, licked and fucked and ruined, he could do whatever he wanted and you were happy. You knew he loved you. He never really hurt you. You knew he was just a horny all the time, that sex was his way of exteriorizing his frustration, that nothing calmed him down like cumming deep inside of his favorite fuck toy - you. Hyunjin loved to play with you, to tease your nipples, to open your legs while you were doing something and shoving two fingers inside of you. You were always wet for him. Always ready to take his thick cock wherever he wanted to put it. He was your all.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful,” he breathes, still pounding into you mercilessly, pumping his hips in and out.

“You feel so good, Hyunjin,” you say. “Fuck me, use me all you want…”

You feel your orgasm coming, your hands grasping at the leather of the couch, and Hyunjin knows you well.

“Are you cumming, princess? You’re going to clench that tight wet cunt around my cock, huh? You want me to fill you up?”

“F-fuck, Hyunjin - yes -”

He starts to thrust into your most sensitive spot and you cum instantly, shaking like a leaf as Hyunjin lets out a loud moan.

“Hng, fuck, I’m cumming!” he cries out.

He releases inside of you, warm spurts of cum filling your cunt. You are still shaking as you ride your high, the feeling of him dripping down your hole making you dizzy. You turn your head to see him remove himself from you, jerk himself off to the sight, his cock still red and glistening. He grabs your ass, pulling your cheeks to see your ruined pussy better.

“We’re not wasting a drop, are we, princess?”

You shake your head, and Hyunjin pushes his fingers inside of your sensitive hole, gathering as much as he can on his fingers. He then flips you over on the couch and kisses you.

“All that cum on your face, princess… You look so fucking filthy.”

He gathers some more of the cum on your cheeks and nose - then he pushes it all inside of your mouth. You lick his fingers clean as he watches you with intent. His cheeks are a little red, his eyes glassy from the sex, his delicious mouth parted.

“Feel better?” you ask him.

“Much,” he laughs, licking his lips and kissing you deep. “Now how about a bath?"

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bangchansdirty-slut · 1 month

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I definitely need that hyunjin idea with the new piercing and male reader. Like I need it so bad

Hidden Piercing

Paring:D Piercing!Top!Hyunjin x Bttm!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n:Sorry for the delay in uploading, I had some school work to finish. Also, I will be posting tons of fics next Wednesday for my birthday. Please feel free to send me your requests.

Hyunjin and M/n, college roommates, had been in a blissful relationship for several months now. Their bond was nothing short of fluff, with only occasional makeout sessions as their form of intimacy. However, there was one secret that Hyunjin had been desperate to share with M/n; before they had even started dating, Hyunjin had gotten an eyebrow piercing, which M/n was well aware of. The truth was, Hyunjin was so obsessed with his eyebrow piercing that he decided to get another one; this time, a dick piercing. He had heard good things about it, and wanted to try it out.

Fast forward to the present day, where the two lovers were cuddled up on Hyunjin's bed, watching a movie together. As the film progressed, their affection for each other only grew, and they soon found themselves entangled in a passionate makeout session. Amidst their heated exchange of tongues and saliva, Hyunjin finally managed to confess his secret to M/n. "I-I got another piercing… a dick piercing," he stammered between kisses.

M/n's eyes widened in surprise before a playful smirk spread across his lips. "Really? Show me," he purred, arching his back invitingly. Hyunjin could feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as he reached down and unzipped his pants, revealing his pierced member. "Oh my god," M/n breathed, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight. "It's so sexy…"

Their lips met again, their tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other's bodies. Hyunjin felt M/n's warm, bare skin against his own, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He positioned himself between M/n's legs, guiding his pierced length to his lover's needy asshole. M/n moaned loudly, the sound filling the room as Hyunjin slowly thrust forward, feeling the heat and tightness engulf him.

The friction was exquisite, and Hyunjin moved faster, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. M/n arched his back, grinding his hips against Hyunjin's pelvis in perfect rhythm. The sensation of Hyunjin's pierced cock sliding in and out of him was unlike anything M/n had ever felt before, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his entire body.

Their moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as their passion grew. Hyunjin reached down, grasping M/n's cock in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. M/n felt his orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in his belly. He gripped the sheets, digging his nails into the soft fabric as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.

Hyunjin's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles tense as he fought to maintain control. He could feel M/n's hole clenching around him, urging him on, and it drove him wild. He leaned forward, burying his face in M/n's neck, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent that emanated from his skin.

M/n arched his back, throwing his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the intense pleasure wash over him. His inner walls clenched tight around Hyunjin's pierced cock, milking him as he came, his cum spilling over both their hands and chests. The sensation of being filled by Hyunjin, feeling the vibrations of his orgasm as he thrust deep inside him, was more than M/n could bear.

Hyunjin felt M/n's body tense and relax around him, the warmth of his cum spreading through his fingers as he continued to thrust. His own release built inside him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. He looked down at M/n, watching as his lover's eyes fluttered open, a dazed expression on his face.

"That was incredible," M/n breathed, reaching up to touch Hyunjin's cheek. "I didn't think anything could feel better than your eyebrow piercing, but…" He trailed off with a wicked smile, his hand moving down to grip Hyunjin's hip. "I guess I was wrong."

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operation-steal-chans-laptop · 10 months

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Hyunjin had a tendency to be gentle with you, taking things slow and enjoying the intimate moment of the two of you becoming one. It was always so beautiful and so so special.

But, no matter how gently Hyunjin fucked you, you still ended up with your head thrown back, hands gripping the sheets beneath you, and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He was simply too good, always knowing what to say and when to say it, where to touch you, and most importantly, how to position himself inside of you so that every time he thrusts into you, he hits your sweet spot.

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haven-0325 · 6 months

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Paint for two ~ Teaser

Stray Kids; Hwang Hyunjin x F. Reader (18+)

Romance is not lost: episode 1

Content: lots of romantic tension, flirting, fresh lovers, lingerie, fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, first time (protected sex), aftercare: laughs, baths and insecurities.

Romance is not lost is a new series in which I will focus on more romantic portrayals of intimacy and love, including awkward and insecure moments and the beauty of getting to know each others bodies slowly.

Work in progress... (comment to be tagged)

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 6 months

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Before any one of y'alls even looks at this... the answer is...

"NO, I AM NOT OKAY"

My delulu brain cannot get this gorgeous dork out of her weird ass mind. More specifically... his fucking long legs.

In my first example, you will see how tiny these shorts look and how amazingly meaty his thigh looks crossed over the other. I want to pinch the spot on the bottom to get him to either giggle, pout, or scowl at me; all are valid and acceptable options.

Like, seriously, look at how delicious they look in shorts. His calves are perfect too. Now, I am a person with a strong dislike for feet, but his look so cute. I don't want to touch them, but I would tell him that they're pretty. lol

But also, this fucker just looks SO GOOD in jeans. Especially in this picture.

His lap looks so comfortable.

Besides the fact that you can clearly see the outline of his junk, I want to straddle him while he's sitting there and tell him all of the nasty things I want to do to him and vice versa when we get home. All of those things being whispered to him while I run my hands through his perfect hair, tugging slightly when I get to the back of his head.

And sweet baby Jesus, his legs look so long when he wears skinnies. Like he is so insanely proportioned that I can't decide where to look. Obviously, in the below photo, there are a few good options.

His cute ferret face that I want to grab and smooch everywhere.

His long slender fingers that could reach places you didn't know existed.

The tight ass pants that hide NOTHING to the imagination. They're literally so tight that they're trying to push down his manhood that is fighting against them. Like FUCK you can literally see which way he prefers to tuck himself. I want to rub him through those pants so that he has to take them off from how restricted his cock is.

Even when they aren't this tight, you can still see everything. My man has no shame in the big dick game he has. And I don't think he should!

He is so dumpling and such a pretty soul. BUT DON'T YOU DARE FORGET HE IS ALSO GOING TO MAKE SWEET LOVE TO YOU WITH HIS MASSIVE COCK.

-ahem-

That man will love the fuck out of you in all of the ways he knows possible. He just also happens to have a king cobra that grows tremendously when you do anything that reminds him of why he loves you.

Sure, he isn't the tallest man out there, but he's got so much love to give to everyone important around him, and you get a good chunk of that.

Oh, and on the topic of his long legs that make me weak, he's got such a cute butt! Lee Know himself said that Hyunjin's booty is his favorite to grab. Like, fuck, that means he's gotta have a great ass under there. I want to walk kin on him in the shower and smack it.

My babe Jinnie is so amazing in so many different ways, and I want him to look like this when we take five to get water and then get right back to business. Minus the clothes of course. Phewwwww

Come hither my little ducklings... Come suffer in pure horny bliss with me.

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 @astraysimp, "9 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠"!

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🎄

“See? I told you it was going to be a success,” Hyunjin closes your bedroom door behind his slender figure, speaking in a low tone to make sure nobody can hear his words.

“My aunt already loves you,” you giggle, opening a drawer only to pull out micellar water and cotton disks to remove your makeup, “she’s going to be crushed when she finds out.”

“Maybe she won’t,” Hyunjin casually comments with a shrug, then crosses his arms over his torso and takes his sweater off, remaining with just a long-sleeved t-shirt.

“What do you mean she won’t, you saw how she was about to cry when I introduced you two,” you point out while removing your earrings, placing the jewellery on your desk, careful not to scratch the delicate wooden surface.

“She won’t find out, I mean,” Hyunjin clarifies, “pabo.”

But that confuses you even more. “I’m not following you…”

“I mean, we don’t have to necessarily tell her about our… agreement,” Hyunjin concludes.

“It’s going to be messy, though, don’t you think?” You ask with a frown, looking at your reflection in the mirror as you start to take your makeup off, starting by your eyes. “I mean, our relationship is technically fake…” you remind him.

It had been Hyunjin’s idea - he was going to be your fake boyfriend for the winter holidays so that your family would finally stop being nosy about your love life, especially your aunt. You were against the idea, and tried to tell Hyunjin it would only complicate things, but he’d insisted. He’d insisted so much you eventually gave in.

“Hey, you could always book me as your fake boyfriend for the next holidays,” he jokes, winking at you, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Yeah, but think about everything that could go wrong,” you admonish him, while focusing on removing your foundation, throwing the used cotton pad in the trash can and grabbing a clean one.

“What could go wrong?” Hyunjin approaches the bed, but right before he could sit on it, you snap your head in his direction, nearly breaking your neck in the process, just to glare at him.

“Don’t you dare sit on the bed while you’re still wearing jeans,” you growl, and Hyunjin’s eyebrows lift in surprise.

“They’re clean though?”

“Hyunjin, go change. Now,” you demand, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes at you, but you don’t care. Your bedroom, your rules.

“Fine,” he glares at you, then picks up the clean pajama shirt from your bed, “you were saying that things could go wrong before you went all crazy about my jeans touching your bed. Which things?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, styling your hair into a messy ponytail as you proceed with your skincare routine, “like, what if you get a girlfriend? What are you gonna tell her, that you can’t spend the holidays with her because you’re busy pretending to be your best friend’s fake boyfriend?”

He doesn’t seem too bothered by the scenario you’ve just described to him. “If I get a girlfriend,” he stresses the first word. He crosses his arms over his chest and takes off his long-sleeved t-shirt, remaining shirtless in the middle of your childhood bedroom.

“Why wouldn’t you get a girlfriend? You’re smart and hot and you’re an artist - artists do get laid a lot,” you point out, turning to look at him. He’s already put his pajama shirt on.

“Did you just say I’m hot?” Hyunjin inquires, furrowing his eyebrows as he fidgets with the buttons of his tight skinny jeans. He slides them down his legs, then takes them off for good. Even though it’s not awkward for either of you - since you’re pretty comfortable around each other, you still turn your head away to give him at least a little bit of privacy as he changes.

“I mean, you are,” you shrug, “and I know countless of girls who wo- what the fuck are you doing?” You nearly shout, unable to mask your surprise.

Hyunjin’s body is turned so that you’re now facing his back, fingers hooked in each side of his boxers. You stopped him right before he could pull them down his thighs and flash you with his naked butt.

He looks at you over his shoulder. “What? I always sleep without any underwear on,” he shrugs, acting as if it were the most normal thing in the whole world what he was just about to do. “It’s uncomfortable,” he explains.

“Yah, we- we’re not sharing a bed if you’re not wearing boxers.”

“But it’s uncomf-“

“I don’t care,” you raise your pointer finger in the air as to admonish him. “I know it’s uncomfortable, I sleep without underwear, too. But that’s the rule for tonight - I can’t sleep next to you knowing… knowing you’re not wearing anything underneath your pajamas.”

Hyunjin’s cock twitches inside his boxers, still limp, when you mention the fact you usually don’t wear panties while sleeping, but he’s quick to brush the thought away. “Why, because you know you’re gonna want to jump my bones?” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Idiot,” you shake your head, even though deep down you know he’s right.

That’s why you didn’t want to accept his offer and pretend you two are dating, that’s exactly what you were scared of. The domesticity of it all, the way everything feels almost too real and natural between the two of you, and also the way you’re starting to grow accustomed to Hyunjin’s constant presence around you. You shouldn’t have agreed on this, especially knowing you have the biggest crush on him, it’s only going to complicate things.

“Besides,” you furrow your eyebrows, “why would you change here when the bathroom’s just across the hall?”

“To be fair I wasn’t gonna change yet, I just wanted to lie down on the bed,” he corrects you, “it’s your fault.”

You’re finally done with your nighttime skincare routine, and you can finally change and go to bed - you’re exhausted and you could really use a good night’s sleep. You grab your pajamas and exit your bedroom. Hyunjin sees you coming back inside the room mere seconds later, still fully clothed, and gives you a questioning look.

“It’s occupied, I’m gonna change here,” you explain, and he nods understandingly. “Turn around- or close your eyes, I don’t care.”

“I was gonna point out that I’ve literally seen you in a bathing suit countless of times by now, but I’m not going to,” Hyunjin comments.

“Wise choice.”

It’s true, he’s seen you wearing nothing but a bikini plenty of times, but right now you feel like it’s an entirely different thing. First of all, back then you were at the pool, surrounded by all of your closest friends, while now you’re alone in the confines of your old childhood bedroom. He’s already under the covers, and you’re about to strip down and change while being in the same room as he is. It’s domestic.

Hyunjin does eventually close his eyes and does not peek while you change. However, he catches a glimp of the side of your breasts by accident, then closes his eyes shut once again and tries to ignore the way his dick just twitched for the second time in less than ten minutes, both times because of you.

Maybe he overestimated himself. Maybe he shouldn’t have proposed such a ridiculous thing to you knowing the big, fat crush he has on you. Being your fake boyfriend sounds incredibly stupid now, as he lies in your bed and tries to not think of how bad he wants to wrap his arms around your waist, pull you closer and crash his lips on yours.

It gets even worse when you slip under the covers next to him.

“Can you turn off the lamp on your nightstand?” You ask him, and he promptly nods, reaching for the switch.

Darkness engulfs the whole room and your figures, but you can still make out each other’s faces thanks to the moonlight. Hyunjin thinks he could paint you, paint this scene. It’s so intimate, the two of you lying next to each other, sharing a bed for the night - for the week. It’s only the first day, there’s no way he’s going to survive the holidays with you without confessing his feelings.

“Hyunjin?” You call his name with a weak voice.

“Hm?” He hums, his gaze shifting to your eyes, fighting the urge to pull some strands of hair away from your face.

“Put those cold ass feet away from me,” you whine.

“Y/N…” he pouts, “but I’m coooold.”

“Wear some socks, then.”

“Y/N, I literally just told you I can’t sleep with my underwear on, what makes you think I’d sleep with socks on?” He rhetorically asks you, and even though the room is dark, he can still see you rolling your eyes at him.

“Well, don’t put your feet anywhere me, then,” you scold him.

“But I’m coooold,” he repeats with the same whiny voice, rubbing his feet with yours until you abruptly pull away.

“Hyunjin, I swear to God, if you touch me again with your-“ of course he does it again. “Hyunjin!”

“What? What are you going to do about it?” He challenges when he feels you sit up on the bed. “What-“ he’s cut off by the pillow you just threw at him, hitting him in the face - not hurting him, of course.

He stares at you dumbfounded, blinking rapidly a couple of times, slightly confused. Then, he reaches for the lamp switch, turning it on. “Did you just… did you just throw your pillow at me?” He asks you, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes and I would not hesitate to do it again,” you cross your arms over your chest, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Serves you right for putting your-“

It’s his turn to hit you with his pillow.

You look at him surprised, with your mouth agape and raised eyebrows. “You did not just do that.”

“Why? You did it first,” Hyunjin shrugs, unbothered.

“And I’m gonna do it again,” you hiss, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Wha-“

It doesn’t take long before the two of you start a pillow fight. Kneeling on the bed, you hit him with your pillow and he hits you back, and the room is soon filled with giggles and squeaks. Hyunjin almost knocks your lamp off his nightstand by accident, and swears under his breath - it’s vile and coward, you know it, but you still hit him with the pillow while he’s distracted. You just weren’t expecting him to fall from the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump.

“Shit, Hyunjin!” You gasp, dropping your pillow on the bed, quickly kneeling on the edge of the bed and sticking your head out to look at him, sprawled on the floor. “Are you alright?”

“I hate you,” he gives you the side-eye, and you giggle.

“No, you don’t,” you sing-song, tilting your head to the side, “I’m your bestie, you loooove me.”

He truly does, but you don’t know it yet.

“Help me get up, you menace,” he shakes his head while chuckling, sticking his arm out so that you can grab him and help him. Only when you do grab his hand, he just pulls you towards him, which results in you falling from the bed as well. Thankfully, there’s a rug, so you don’t hurt yourself.

“I can’t believe you, you did that on purpose!”

“Of course I did, you did too!” Hyunjin argues, running his fingers through his hair.

“I did not!” You argue back, knowing it’s not entirely true.

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Really?” He asks. “You literally hit me while I was busy fixing your stupid lamp, you so did that on purpose.”

“Nothing of this,” you start, “would have happened if you didn’t rub your ugly feet on mine.”

He gasps dramatically, feigning offence. “First of all, my feet are not ugly,” he says, “and second of all… shut up.”

You kneel on the floor, looking at him with a frown on your face. “Don’t tell me to shut up, you shut up.”

“Or? You’ve already thrown me on the floor, what are you gonna do next, fly me out the window?” He challenges.

“Don’t try me, bitch,” you giggle and he laughs along, “but I was thinking of something worse.”

“Worse?”

“Mh-hm,” you hum, and then proceed to attack him, using his weak spot against him.

A tickling fight. You’re not ticklish at all, but him? He’s the most ticklish person you’ve ever met - literally folds in two as soon as you start torturing him. He squirms so much in his place you’re actually struggling - to make sure he stays in place and accepts his fate, you climb on his lap, continuing to move your fingers on each of his sides.

“Stop, please,” Hyunjin manages to say between giggles, but you don’t listen to him, and press down on his body, lifting his t-shirt a bit to tickle his skin directly. “Seriously, stop,” he sounds panicked and his eyes widen. You look at him confused, tilting your head.

“What’s wrong?”

And then you feel it. He knows you’re feeling it by the way your jaw drops. He covers his face with both of his hands, making whiny sound out of embarrassment. You’re currently sitting on his erection. As in, his hard dick is currently pressing on your clothed pussy, and it’s pulsing as it continues to grow.

“Hyunjin…”

“Don’t. Please, don’t say anything,” Hyunjin mumbles, “I might die out of embarrassment if you do, I swear.”

You should probably get off of him. Yes, you should definitely get up and not grind on it. A little huff escapes Hyunjin’s lips when you do. It feels hard and long underneath you, and you can’t help but feel a little curious right now. You wonder what it looks like - you wonder what it feels like. And before you know it, you’re grinding on it once more, the tickling fight you’d started is now long forgotten.

Hyunjin’s hand comes to rest on your hip when he feels you moving on top of him. “Y/N,” he whines, still covering his eyes with his other hand. You can’t help but notice his cheeks are a little red.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” you bite on your lip as you squirm some more, “it feels nice,” you confess, boldly.

Hyunjin wails. “Oh my God.”

You’re literally sitting on his dick right now, and you just told him you think it’s nice. Is this a wet dream, perhaps? He’s sure he’s had a similar one not too long ago - it was so vivid, so realistic he’d woken up in a pool of sweat and was forced to shove his hand in his pants and relieve himself because his stupid boner just wouldn’t go away.

His length twitches, and Hyunjin swears he’s the hardest he’s ever been.

“Oh,” you gasp at the feeling.

“Yeah, ‘m sorry,” he still won’t look at you, as he bites on his lip.

You don’t get up. He doesn’t ask you to.

He only speaks up when he feels you grinding on his erection once again, now placing his other hand on your other hip, finally finding in himself the courage to look into your eyes. “I- I think you shouldn’t do… that,” he clears his throat.

“You don’t like it?” You ask, tilting your head to the side and looking at him confused.

Hyunjin blinks at you. Is he sure this is not a dream?

“Oh, no,” he chuckles, shaking his head and you feel your heart drop. He sees your face and he’s quick to add, “I like it, I do. A little too much maybe. That’s the problem.”

“You do?”

You look so innocent right now, you sound so innocent. Hyunjin wants nothing more than to find the courage to tell you. It couldn’t be any more embarrassing than getting hard while in the middle of a tickling fight, right?

“I- I mean… of course I like it,” he clears his throat once more, then drops his gaze to where you’re sitting on top of him. “The girl I’m in love with is sitting on my dick right now, I’d be crazy not to like it.”

He did it, he finally did it. Part of him is proud of himself, while a small voice in the back of his brain is yelling “pabo!” at him right now.

“The girl… the girl you’re in love with?” Your breath hitches, your heartbeat speeds up. It’s so loud you bet Hyunjin can feel it from there. “As in… me?”

“Is there another girl sitting on my dick right now?” You slap his shoulder. “Ow!”

“Sorry, it’s just… I can’t believe you’re in love me,” you confess, your own cheeks heating up.

“Well I take it back, I’m not anymore. Ow,” he whines, rubbing his shoulder.

You quickly lean in to place a kiss right on the spot where you slapped him. “No, no, no, don’t take it back, I’m sorry,” you place two, three, four kisses on his shoulder, “I’m in love with you too,” you mumble, your voice is muffled by his pajama shirt.

He freezes under your touch, but relaxes immediately after, his arm circling your waist as he pulls you closer. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin mixed with the one of the cologne he wears. “You are?”

“Of course I am, you pabo,” you giggle, nuzzling his shirt, “I thought I was being so obvious tonight at dinner. I was all over you.”

“I thought you were acting, you know,” Hyunjin mumbles, running his fingers up and down your spine, “like, to convince your family or something.”

“Nope, it was aaaall true.”

“Even when you kissed me under the mistletoe?” Hyunjin can’t help but ask, remembering how good it felt when your lips met his and how it wished it’d never end.

“Especially then.”

Hyunjin’s slender and delicate fingers cup your face, and force you to look at him. It only lasts a few seconds, though - he swallows the lump in his throat, licks his lips and then he finally kisses you. He kisses you with so much passion and impatience that you both somehow forget you’re still laying on your bedroom floor - you don’t care right now, though, not when Hyunjin’s running his hot tongue along your lower lip.

It’s when you pull away from each other that Hyunjin begins to kiss your jaw, then your neck, scraping the flesh with his teeth careful not to leave any mark though - he wouldn’t want any of your relatives to point it out tomorrow night at the Christmas dinner. His cock is still hard and still resting between your legs, right on your pussy, and you can’t help but press down on it looking for some form of friction to ease the tingling feeling between your legs. You’re sure your panties are sticky with your arousal by now.

“Hyunjin…” you huff, wrapping your fingers around his wrists as he now kisses your collarbone.

“Hm?”

“Can we… do it?”

His cock throbs, his kisses stop.

“Do you… do you want to do it? Right now?” He mumbles against your skin. A shiver runs down his spine when you run your fingers through his hair.

You nod. “You’re hard and I’m… I’m wet for you,” you admit and he involuntarily jerks his hips upwards. You both gasp.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he mumbles a quick apology, before lifting his head to meet your eyes once more. He wants to be sure you’re sure, that you want this too, that you want him as much as he wants you. “Are you sure you want me? That you wanna do this with me?”

“I’m sure.”

Hyunjin nods. “Okay, okay. Let’s get on the bed the-“

“No!” You interrupt him, and he furrows his brows at you, “I mean… that bed is really old, we’re gonna make so much noise,” you explain. “Here.”

“Here?” Hyunjin asks you. “On the floor?”

You nod. “I kinda need you now.”

It happens so fast you’re not really registering what’s going on. In a matter of seconds, you manage to take off your pajama pants with the help of Hyunjin, whose eyes roll in the back of his head at the sight of your naked pussy. Then, you help him slide his pants down his legs, and he finally whips his dick out. It’s as pretty as you’d imagined it, maybe more. Longer than average, that’s for sure, and maybe not too thick, but definitely the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen.

“Foreplay?” He asks you, and you shake your head as a no. “You sure?”

“Yeah, ‘m really wet. Feel,” you encourage him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and allowing him to finally touch you.

His jaw drops in awe at the feeling of your arousal coating his fingers. “Mhh, for me?”

You nod. “For you.”

Hyunjin bites his lip and wraps his own fingers around the base of his neglected cock, and the both of you gasp and whine when he slides his cockhead up and down your wet folds. And then, he’s pressing at your entrance, ready to slip inside of your heat.

“Oh,” you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up with his hard length. It’s a stretch, yes, but it’s also a very pleasant feeling, having him inside of you.

He rests his hand on your hip once he bottoms out, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. You feel exactly like he thought you would, it’s unreal. Maybe he should pinch his arm and check this really isn’t a dream.

He helps you with your movements, guiding your hips up and down his length - slowly, just how he likes it. It allows him to feel every inch of your tight pussy squeezing his cock, and he holds back a moan. His hips snap up to meet yours, his cock reaching an even deeper spot inside of you, and you whine. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world to him.

You place your hands on his chest as you move up and down his length - waiting for the moment only his tip is inside before sinking down, taking all of him inside of you. “Like that, you’re perfect, oh my God,” Hyunjin says though labored breaths, biting his lip as he feels you clenching around him. He cups your asscheek with one of his hands, squeezing the soft flesh underneath his fingers. “Yeah, li- like that,” he encourages you, “you’re so wet, I can’t believe this is all for me.”

“It’s all for you, Hyune, it’s yours. I’m yours,” you whimper.

Hyunjin chokes a moan. “Mine? You’re mine? Yeah, yeah, you are, of course you are,” he’s rambling at this point, feeling close to emptying himself inside of you. “‘M never gonna let you go, you’re stuck with me now.”

You nod, bouncing on his cock, albeit slowly - the filthy, squelching sounds that are filling the room drive both you and Hyunjin crazy. “And you’re stuck with me.”

“My pleasure,” Hyunjin chuckles, “I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea.”

You smile at him, and are about to say something when the feeling of your impending orgasm cuts you off. “Hyune, ‘m…” you whine, “‘m about to-“

Hyunjin promptly lifts himself up so that you’re both in a sitting position now, and he’s quick to kiss your lips to muffle your moans as you cum around him. The feelings is indescribable, it makes him want to never stop fucking you. He intertwines his fingers in your hair, placing small pecks on your mouth as you catch your breath, riding out your high.

“‘M close, too. Where- where can I-“

“Inside, Hyune, inside,” you answer without thinking twice, and maybe you should have.

With his eyes rolled back and his mouth agape, he releases inside of you mere seconds later, filling you up with his warm semen, giving a couple of shallow thrusts to ride it out completely. He lies back down on the floor, chest rising and falling quickly. He feels you rest your head on his torso, and he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses your head. He’s still inside of you.

“Maybe we should…” he starts, still feeling a bit dizzy, “maybe we should clean ourselves up before it start to… you know, leak.”

“Yep, definitely,” you kiss his chest, “my mom’s gonna kill you if your cum stains the rug,” you giggle.

Hyunjin feels absolutely complete as he slides under the covers and wraps his limbs around you a couple of minutes later, kissing your shoulder as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You’re about to finally fall asleep when you hear his voice.

“So I’m assuming it won’t bother you anymore if I touch you with my cold ass feet now?”

🎄

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭! “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧” 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝

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wonuvs · 5 months

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real, thinking about ass man hyunjin who likes to mark up thighs and ass, esp if it’s an insecurity <\3

MINORS PISS OFF. tags: hyunjin x gn!reader + marking

this!!! sweet and attentive boyfriend!hyunjin that knows you well enough to just know when you're having a bad self-image day. he'd notice how your appetite seemed to be non-existent that day, or how your body freezed in his hold when his hand settled on your thigh and hip as you watched a movie on the couch. he'd notice the way you subtly frowned at your reflection whenever you passed by a mirror or window, watched as you picked the baggiest, loosest sweatpants of his to put on along with a big sweatshirt and puffy jacket to completely cover yourself up to your afternoon picnic date instead of that pretty knitted short dress you'd been so excited to wear just the night before.

“i'm just cold, hyune, don't worry.” you'd mumbled when he asked if everything was okay, though the thin layer of sweat on your forehead said otherwise. your boyfriend pouted, inching closer to you until he enveloped you in a hug, his hands softly kneading and palming the source of your insecurities.

“i think someone needs to be reminded again how perfect they are, hm?” and he did. he immediately laid you down and tore your clothes off, peppering every single inch of your skin with wet kisses before flipping you on your stomach, focusing his attention on your thighs and asscheeks. he'd fondle your squishy skin, whisper how beautiful and perfect you are in his eyes, mumble how he'd happily spend the rest of his life worshipping you and your flawless body as his plump lips and teeth nip and mark your skin.

bruise after bruise would quickly bloom on your skin as he encourages you to repeat after him how gorgeous you are, how stunning your body is, until you believe your words, until it finally gets through that pretty little head of yours. and if not, hyunjin is always eager to remind you that a thousand times more.

#anonymus #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin smut #hyunjin hard hours #hyunjin hard thoughts #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin hard thoughts #hwang hyunjin hard hours #hwang hyunjin smut

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mixtape-0325 · 5 months

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Uhm so, it's fucking over for me. If you see 10 sub!hyunjin fics in the upcoming weeks you can blame it on this cause FUCK you dont wanna know everything im thinking rn

#stray kids #skz #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin hard thoughts #hwang hyunjin hard hours #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin hard thoughts #hyunjin hard hours #hyunjin smut

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lalal-99 · 10 months

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If You Don't Know {h.h.} | Afterglow Series

©July 2023 by lalal-99 Part of the Afterglow Series Taglist for series

Hyunjin x afab!reader | trope: break up sex, lovers to exes | smut, angst | wordcount: 6k

Synopsis: “You know, if it weren’t for my job, I wouldn’t go. Right? I would never leave you like this voluntarily.” Hyunjin understood. Obviously, he did. Your job came first. It had always come first and would always come first in the future. Just as it did for him. It was the one thing he respected most about you. “And you know if it weren’t for mine, I would leave everything behind and come with you, right?”

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Note: I'm very emotional. Don't talk to me (comment though). Just listen to the playlist, it's self-explanatory. Also read the other stories in this series. I'm going back to crying now.

Taglist: @skzho @bubblelixie @flakywig @itsallaboutkey @avyskai @mekuiikore @joonghands @changbiddies0325 @knowleeknow @sensitiveandhungry @shincode @svintsandghosts @snoozeagustd @tinyarsonist @fxckedupbitch @rachabreathing @haneuljisung @goblinracha @maknaeswrld @michbang02

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There it was again. The heart-wrenching, soul-shaking pain that made it so very harder for Hyunjin to breathe. To live. To look at you.

He had never imagined ever being this hurt by you, unable to look at you longer than a few seconds while at the same time respecting every decision that had led you here. Not you. Not the person he had planned his whole future and spent the majority of his adulthood with.

The two of you were meant to be together; had decided so after only months together. Because no one could ever get you as much as Hyunjin did, and vice versa. You were the perfect match of similarities and differences. For everything you had in common, there was something you could teach the other about. For every fight you had – bickering over something unimportant – you agreed on a much more intense matter. The perfect back and forth, even after years together.

He still remembered the first time he saw you at that rooftop party one of his friends had held a few years back. He noticed you while talking to a guy he so desperately hoped was your brother or cousin. Or best friend. Anyone, as long as he wasn’t your boyfriend. He recalled the first time you made him laugh, just seconds later, when you let out an unintended snort while laughing at something your brother/cousin/best friend had said. And his own hearty giggle in response to your amusement ultimately induced the first time you noticed his existence. The world had stopped around Hyunjin as you caught his gaze – embarrassed redness warming your cheeks as you realised he had witnessed your weird laugh.

It had taken him about 20 more minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore and approached you. He knew he would never forgive himself for not hearing the sweet sound of your voice or seeing the mesmerising spark in your eyes up close at least once.

Hyunjin also remembered the exact moment he fell in love with you. Staring at you with heart eyes when you told him you were an artist, too. A painter, just like himself. Why ever this was what did it for him, Hyunjin had never questioned. Although he knew, as he laid in bed that night, eyes painting pictures against the white ceiling, that he needed to see you again. If only to talk about your favourite artists and art museums for another 3 hours.

Hyunjin recognised – and had done so way before – that he’d never forget any of those precious moments.

Like when you went to the fair on your first date and won him a stuffed dumpling, already aware they were his favourite food. Or how you were forced to cut your date short moments later when you noticed the first person wearing Stray Kids merch. And obviously, he would always hold that day dear in his heart. Despite the unfortunate ending of your date, you had called him minutes after he had dropped you off at your apartment to tell him that you already couldn’t wait to see him again. He had turned around, sprinting back and ringing your doorbell, overwhelming you with a kiss once you opened the door for him.

Or the time you went to the beach, chatting endlessly with your feet dangling over the water. The moment Hyunjin pulled away from your lips, moonlight sparkled in your irises, catching them in the perfect lightning. He blurted ‘Please be my girlfriend’ quicker than his brain could process, heart only settling once you caught his lips again, whispering a content ‘Yes’ against him.

The first time you told him you loved him was engraved in his brain, never to be forgotten. You exclaimed it (just as unintentionally as he did when he asked you to be his girlfriend) while cuddling in bed, laptop playing your favourite Disney movie. It was merely background noise as his heart skipped multiple beats, lips curving into a shit-eating grin as he repeated your words back to you before kissing you, his body soon hovering over you as he worshipped every possible edge of your figure.

All these moments, everything he had hoped to one day tell his children and grandchildren about. Every memory that came back to him made him so unbelievably content he could cry. And still, as his eyes focused on your back, he was hurt. He understood, but he was also in unbearable pain.

“When did you get back?” Hyunjin had watched you for a minute before finally speaking up, stepping onto his balcony to join you. With the shrinking distance, so shrunk his pain. Even if just slightly.

“A while ago.”

After storming off about two hours ago, you took time to walk it off. While unable to reach you, Hyunjin had taken the same time to talk about what had happened to the one person he never imagined having such deep talks with within his household. He had been searching for Chan or Changbin, knowing how busy his hyungs usually were, and unsurprisingly found neither. He was about to call either of them, crying his heart out over the phone, hoping they would take pity and come home to comfort him when he bumped into Jisung.

Although their conversations never reached beyond the unserious topics of food, hobbies, or embarrassing memories, Jisung turned out to be the one person Hyunjin needed right now. Listening was his strong suit, allowing Hyunjin to spurt out all the thoughts in his head without judgement or advice. Jisung’s incapability to lead Hyunjin the way left him no choice but to do the thinking and solving himself. Just talking about the situation and rambling about how unfair life was turned out to be exactly what he needed.

“We should probably talk about it, right?”

“Yeah, probably,” you agreed with a sigh. Hyunjin came to your side, his hand hugging yours on the railing as he gazed into the distance. “The things you said- that really hurt me. Like... I know I’m the bad guy here, but still.”

“You’re not the bad guy. We always knew this day could come.”

You love me? Well, you have a shitty way of showing it!

“And I’m sorry. I keep replaying it in my head, and I didn’t mean it. I just- needed to react.”

His words kept ringing in his memory as much as he tried drowning them out. It had taken saying them out loud to Jisung a gazillion times to finally realise how wrong he was. How unfair he had treated you.

Go ahead, then! Rip my heart out! Show me what the love you claim to have is all about!

He had said them to your face. Like an absolute asshole.

“I- fuck. This just really sucks. Like, so much.”

“It does. And I’m sorry.”

He knew you were. You had said so, so many times he had lost count. And he knew he’d be sorry too, had it been him leaving. He had left you in the past, multiple times, for that matter, and he had felt so guilty every time. But it wasn’t him this time. It was you. And it wasn’t just weeks either. You were looking at a year, maybe more. That didn’t compare to all the times he had to leave for tour – two weeks, four, sometimes six.

“You know, if it weren’t for my job, I wouldn’t go. Right? I would never leave you like this voluntarily.”

Hyunjin understood. Obviously, he did. Your job came first. It had always come first and would always come first in the future. Just as it did for him. It was the one thing he respected most about you.

“And you know if it weren’t for mine, I would leave everything behind and come with you, right?”

A tiny smile appeared on your face, although it was just as much a loving one as a hurting one.

“So, what now? Are we just supposed to end things?”

Is this what love is all about? Loving and letting go? Finding someone and losing them? An endless cycle?

You shifted your weight to lay your head onto his shoulder like you had done all those times before. Though this time, your head felt much heavier.

“I think so, yes.”

Hyunjin laid his spinning head onto yours, kissing your temple before focusing on the horizon again.

“What if-” It was a spontaneous outburst, his mouth betraying his brain like it did when he had asked you to be his all these years ago. Hyunjin didn’t know where he was going with it anyways, but you interrupted him before he could find out.

“Don’t do this,” you warned, pulling away to find his eyes. The sadness in his was heartbreaking, tears forming at the edges. He hated the realisation that despite the moonlight catching your irises, they didn’t sparkle. It was more like a glimmer caused by the liquid drowning them. “Don’t try to save this. Let’s enjoy the time we have left instead of clinging to the future we imagined for ourselves.”

Hyunjin was in the same parts frustrated with and respectful of the rationality you handled this situation with. Especially knowing this must break you as much as it did him. That’s what your face told him, brows furrowed and eyes dimming, to prevent the overflowing pain from spilling over.

As much as he wished to find a solution, he knew better than to waste whatever hours the two of you had left together. He wanted to spend every second of it loving you, touching you. The faster he accepted the inevitable, the sooner he’d get to just live.

Hyunjin held your face in his hands, your cheeks pushed between his palms so adorably squishy as he tried memorising every pore. That distinct mole on the bridge of your nose, those beautiful eyes he had spent weeks staring into, the pout of your lips as you looked up at him. He used to love all of those features that had become the muse of his work, drawings and every day. Now, looking at you, wiping a stray whiplash off your cheekbone, filled him with unease.

“I know we just broke up,” a tear escaped your eye at his words, running down your jaw and caught by his thumb. Saying it out loud made it so much more real. “But I really want to kiss you right now.”

Your chuckle was met with a lip bite as you leaned up to catch his mouth in a heavy kiss.

The sensuality of the kiss almost made him forget what had just happened, tongues soon finding each other.

“I’ll so miss those lips.”

Hyunjin smirked at your words, drawing away but keeping his hands on your cheeks. “Not just the lips, I hope.”

“No. I’ll also miss braiding your hair. And painting your nails.” Tilting his head, your heart almost combusted at how adorable he looked. “Fine. I’ll also miss the man behind all those things.”

“But most of all, my lips?”

“Exactly.”

“What will you miss most about them?” His lower lip wandered between his teeth as he watched the blush creep up your neck.

“I’ll miss kissing them. Tasting you-”

“Just kissing them? Nothing else?“

“I’ll miss their plumpness and how they feel against my- my- neck.” As on cue, he tipped your head back with the push of a finger against your chin, mouth meeting your main artery. His kisses were hot against your flushed skin, tracing the veins until he reached under your ear. His wet tongue darted out to lick over the sensitive part of your neck.

“Your neck, huh? Anywhere else?”

You weren’t stupid. You knew what Hyunjin was doing. And you would have been lying had you claimed you weren’t entirely on board with it.

“My chest,” you answered breathlessly as his hands followed his lips, eventually circling your neck to keep you in position. You reached for his long locks, entangling and pulling at their blonde roots as he kissed your cleavage. Hyunjin moaned against your skin but didn’t let go. He was entirely caught up in the moment, tranced by the smell of your perfume and your body’s reactions. His kisses always made your senses blur and your brain fog. “My stomach.” Hyunjin’s hands graced your arms, down your sides, until his fingers grasped your shirt. Pulling it up, he exposed the skin. Soon enough, you felt his lips against your navel.

“Go on.” His words were almost silent, moaned against your flesh.

“My- my-”

“I’m listening.”

“My thighs,” you ended your thought, breath hitching when Hyunjin sank to his knees. Hadn’t your hands been in his hair, you wouldn’t have noticed. Not until you felt his lips exactly there. On your thighs. Kissing every fibre of them. Licking over the skin. Closing in on your centre.

What a day to wear a skirt.

That you were still on the balcony of his apartment had completely slipped your mind. How couldn’t it with how utterly overwhelming his kisses were?

Small bites led his way all over your flesh, tongue darting out every few kisses to capture your taste. That’s everything he could think of at that moment. To capture your essence, fill his head with all those details about your smell, touch, and body.

Pushing your skirt up, he slowly unveiled you for him. Not like he didn’t exactly know just how you looked under it. He had spent hours, days – weeks, probably – getting to know your body and every one of its details. Your beauty marks, your stretch marks – which he found just as beautiful – your erogenous zones. Hyunjin knew how sensitive you were on your thighs, playing with that knowledge to his and your hearts’ content.

“Baby…” His heart jumped at your pet name, the next bite extra deep, making you groan.

“I love it when you call me that.”

His fingers wandered around your body to your ass, nails pushing into your skin as he kneaded it. Mouth wandering even further up, he soon reached your panties, tongue dancing along the hem.

As much as he wanted to take his time, he let himself be urged by your quickening breath and fingers pulling his hair. Wrapping his teeth around the elastic, he dragged it down your thighs, exposing your heat to his longing gaze. He intended to worship you, devour you, until all you could say – or scream – was his name. And there was no doubt that he knew how to achieve his goal.

“Hyunjin…”

“Say it again,” Hyunjin pleaded, tongue tiptoeing centimetres over your core. “Call me ‘baby’.”

“Fuck, baby. Please. I’m begging you.”

The absence of a verbal answer was forgotten as Hyunjin dove in, muscle pushing between your folds to softly run over your flesh. A dark moan escaped your lips, head falling back against your neck as you threatened to suffocate.

One thing to know about Hyunjin was that he was a Soft Boy™. Everything about him was gentle and calm – midnight pillow talks, painting beside each other, making love. He never went full force right at the get-go; or in the further stages, for that matter.

His tongue was precise, the sharp tip toying with every nerve ending between your tiniest crevices. As though he was worshipping every fibre, taking his sweet, sweet time.

Despite being surrounded by fresh air, you got ridiculously hot, moans tumbling out of you loosely. Had the balcony not been shielded from the neighbours on either side, they would have easily spotted you. Although, you doubted they wouldn’t have figured out your evening shenanigans if they were to overhear. The sloppy noises from Hyunjin’s mouth on you mixed with your sounds of pleasure were more than self-explanatory.

His tongue leisurely roamed around your core, dipping into your hole before passionately prodding against your clit.

You grew even hotter, fingers running through Hyunjin’s hair while your head lolled from side to side.

You could already tell you wouldn’t last as long as usual, only reinforcing that feeling when he pulled one of your legs over his shoulders. With your back pressed against the railing, one of your hands came to the metal bar to stabilise your body. Hyunjin was rocking your body in the most literal sense, lips wrapping around your nub as the new angle allowed him to devour you even more reverently.

Looking down at him was possibly the worst decision you could have made, the sight of him between your thighs heavenly. He looked like an angel as he made out with your heat, eyes closed in concentration and desire.

You were so in love with the man that the pure vision of him eating you out, gaining as much pleasure from it as you did, was leading you closer to your impending high.

“Fuck. Hyunjin.” Your whimper was met with a squeeze of your plush thigh, a smile spreading on your face as you instantly understood the indication of his action. You quickly corrected yourself to please him, “Baby. I’m so close.”

Spreading your folds with two of his fingers, Hyunjin focused the movement of his tongue on your clit, gently stroking it back and forth. He opened his eyes to note your reaction as you had long gone back to gazing at the night sky, sight blurring as you savoured the moments before your inevitable orgasm.

Your breath quickened with every single one of his movements. You could almost taste the sweet release as your ab muscles mildly contracted. Hyunjin must have noticed a particular reaction in your figure, a grin appearing on his face as he pulled at your nub one last time before withdrawing.

It took you a couple of seconds to gather that he wasn’t resuming his actions, a sigh leaving your lips.

“Don’t be mad.” Joining you at eye level, Hyunjin pushed his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself. “We have all night. You’ll get to come. Eventually.”

After spending many years with each other, you knew Hyunjin liked to tease and edge you. For some reason – be it overpowering you or his sadomasochistic tendencies – he had always loved making you go crazy for him. Since your first time together, the process of making love solely lengthened. Rarely did your shared time last for less than a couple of hours at a time; your record standing at an all-nighter on your anniversary a couple of months ago.

Despite the situation being sadder than the celebration of your relationship, you could already tell that this wouldn’t be a quick goodbye. Frankly, you didn’t expect to get any sleep tonight. Hyunjin’s intentions were transparent as he took your hand and guided you into his room. All it took was a sharp twist of his wrist, and you were situated on his bed, body pulled all the way to the edge as he glided into place.

Thus began the most excruciating hours of your life, Hyunjin locking his mouth to your body and tossing the key.

Somewhere between the 10th and the 15th maddening edge, you believed you had lost consciousness for a while. You still remembered Hyunjin pulling out your rabbit, placing it between your thighs to offer you something to clench around as he concentrated on your clit. Nibbling. Sucking. Craving.

When you came to, Hyunjin had repositioned you at the headboard. His mouth was on one of your nipples, teeth gently sinking into it as a sea of whimpers washed over your tongue. Had you still had any sort of power to talk, you’d have told him to finally fuck you. That all you needed was to be around him, clenching around him instead of the vibrating silicone.

At last, after around another 30 minutes of Hyunjin slowly travelling up your trembling shape, he finally landed in eyesight. His lips around your neck sucked at your bruised skin, breath shallow as you swore you started seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Please.”

Even your voice had become so frail it barely reached above a whisper. Hyunjin arrived at your eye level, body held carefully above yours to not crush you. His lips were swollen red, blood pumping through them as though they were his most vital organ. When you noticed the blurriness in his eyes – from either being in a trance or crying, you couldn’t tell – another whimper left your lips.

“Please, what, baby?”

His voice also broke, though still a lot less fragile than yours.

“Please…” Words. What even were words? You could barely put together multiple letters, let alone syllables. “Baby, please…” Focusing your eyes on the ceiling, you felt your abs weakly contracting as the vibrator still pumped away inside you. So steadily inside you. Inside you. Inside. Inside. “Inside. Please. Baby.”

You knew you couldn’t get closer to what you were trying to ask him to do. Tears of relief rolled down your cheeks when finally, after possibly the most prolonged foreplay you had ever received, he pulled the toy out of you with a smile.

“Anything for my baby.”

“Baby,” you repeated his words, your head rolling forward to watch him enter you.

And enter you he did. With an agonisingly slow-paced movement, Hyunjin slid his length into you, rubbing the numbly swollen walls until he couldn’t go any further.

Feeling you instantly clenching around him, core so delicate from hours of teasing, Hyunjin waited a while – possibly minutes. For what felt like an eternity, he merely kissed you, lips still not surrendering. You had no mind questioning how he wasn’t entirely spent like you.

“Can I move?”

You nodded, eyes immediately closing in pleasure as he retracted. With how tender you had become, it felt as though every single one of his movements was lighting your nerves on fire. Hyunjin kept unwinding inside you, but you had already reentered that wonderful place between serenity and desire.

“Baby, you’re so tight.” Yeah, no shit. You wanted to yell at him and tell him that’s what comes from hours of stimulation without release. Too bad you still couldn’t talk. Or move. Or think.

Everything felt so good. Like Hyunjin was stimulating every part of your body simultaneously. You couldn’t remember another time you had felt this close to him, physically; bodies morphing into one as he panted above you. You breathed the same boiling air, let out the same delicious sounds, and looked at each other with the same amount of pure, unwavering love.

“I love you so much. All of you. Forever.”

The words Hyunjin had repeated so many times to you throughout your relationship were what broke you.

The tears that had previously signalled your relief – eventually able to have all of him – turned to ones of sadness and despair. It took around 10 seconds for Hyunjin to realise you were crying, movements haltering abruptly.

Remaining still inside you, Hyunjin brought his fingers to your face to brush away the salty liquid.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” he questioned compassionately, irises boring into your own through the veil of sorrow. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. M-” Your voice broke away, hands coming up to shield your face from his view. Here you were crying during sex, having Hyunjin so worried he had hurt you. “Me. I- I hurt you.”

It all came to you now. Yes, you had been feeling guilty for the past few weeks. Ever since you found out you would be leaving. Leaving your home. Leaving him. But now, it finally hit you. You wouldn’t just be exiting his life. You would be leaving him in pieces. He loved you so much. All of you. Forever. And you loved him just as much. Maybe even more.

You never meant for it to end this way. You had been in denial about your departure since it was decided. And now that it had moved so very closely, you doubted every decision you had made.

“I hurt you. But I love you. So much.”

“I know.” Hyunjin seemed calm, as though he was trying to stay strong for the two of you. Like you hadn’t shattered his heart by revealing you had chosen your career over him. “It’s alright, baby. I’m okay.”

He brought your trembling hand to his mouth, kissing every knuckle before brushing your fingers over his face. His skin was soft, courtesy of the dozen skin products he used every day. Oh, how’d you miss putting sheet masks over his smooth, handsome features and massaging the cream deeply into his pores. He always smelled so much like flowers afterwards that, at some point, your subconscious had saved it under ‘home’ in the databank of your mind.

“See? I’m just like always. I’m okay.”

Even if he was right now, you knew he wouldn’t be. No matter when it would happen – tomorrow, next week or once you were gone. Eventually, he would realise the pain you had caused him and how he couldn’t act nonchalant forever. And then he’d break. Because of your actions. Because of what you did. To him. The love of your life.

“Okay.” You echoed his words, hoping he would eventually be just that. Okay. Get over you and be okay.

There was no way of knowing.

“Okay.”

Meeting your lips, Hyunjin gave you a soothing kiss. As though you would break under too much pressure – like porcelain.

He resumed his previous movement; sliding out of you before sinking himself entirely back in. After the sudden change in atmosphere – a more bittersweet taste coating your tongue – Hyunjin sped up. It didn’t take much of you to figure out that he was trying to distract you from your pain.

And it probably would have worked just fine. Hadn’t it been for that one tear slipping from the corner of his eye. Rolling down his pink cheek and falling onto yours, joining your own as they rolled down your neck.

That’s when you realised. He wouldn’t be okay.

The sun kissed Hyunjin awake in the morning, rays tickling his bare skin as he opened his eyes. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing his eyelids with the back of them. A tired yawn left his mouth as he stretched his arms over his messy hair.

He couldn’t remember when he had fallen asleep. That he had felt calm enough to rest even slightly was a miracle in itself, his mind wide awake most of the night as he tried to get used to the idea of you leaving. Definitely not a nice thought, but he couldn’t let it get to him just yet. After seeing you breaking down mid-intercourse yesterday, he needed to stay strong for you. So you wouldn’t feel as guilty for leaving.

Hyunjin looked to his side as reality slowly caught up with him, finding the rest of the bed deprived of your presence. He figured you had already gotten up, the shower in the next room hitting the tiled wall softly.

Deciding to get a headstart for the day Hyunjin had planned, he left his bed, pulling a pair of sweatpants over his thighs as he looked for the shirt he had worn. It took him a couple of seconds to realise that you must have taken it, grabbing a new shirt out of his dresser with a satisfied smile playing on his face.

Waltzing into the dorm kitchen, Hyunjin discovered Changbin and Jisung’s rooms empty, their doors wide open. They must have gone to the gym already, and knowing Chan, he probably was at the studio. Either already or still – Hyunjin could never be quite sure.

Even though the dorm was empty most days, he never complained about having all this extra space. Especially not today, as he had already painted a mental picture of the last few days with you by his side. Staying in and spending time with each other was at the top of his list, so having the whole living space to yourselves was more than perfect.

After retrieving two fresh cups from the dishwasher, he left them to fill under the coffee machine while searching the fridge. He barely remembered the last meal he ate, so he was positively starving. Some leftover dinner from either of his roommates was stored in containers, and since he knew they wouldn’t be back in the near future, he decided to take it and place it in a clean pan to heat up.

“Baby? I’m making breakfast. You want something?” When there was no answer, Hyunjin repeated his question, approaching the bathroom until he could knock softly on the door. The shower had stopped, but maybe you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own thoughts. It wouldn’t have been the first time, anyways. “Baby?”

The door opened a second later, his smile fading as he realised it wasn’t you in the bathroom but rather a slightly shorter, definitely broader member of his band. Droplets of water landed on Hyunjin’s face when Chan ruffled his hair under his towel, another sitting low on his hips.

“No baby. Just me.”

Hyunjin could tell so much.

“You know where she is?”

“I haven’t seen her,” Chan replied, leaning against the door frame as Hyunjin hurried to the other bathroom. He knew you preferred the one he shared with Chan as it was bigger and, most importantly, cleaner. Perhaps you had moved to the other one as this one was occupied. “I did hear the front door earlier, though. But that could have been the kids.”

When Hyunjin found the other bathroom as well as the remaining two bedrooms empty, he sped back into his own.

“Jisung told me what happened. Did you make up yesterday?”

“We did. At least, I think we did.” Once out of his room with his phone in hand, Hyunjin found his friend’s eyes. “She’s still leaving, and we broke up. But we talked about it. I thought we were spending the last few days together.”

Hyunjin unlocked his phone and turned off aeroplane mode, his thumb hovering over the call button next to your name. He was about to press it when he noticed a red icon at the bottom of the display, hinting at a new voicemail. Weird, seeing he hadn’t gotten a voicemail in what felt like at least 5 years.

Playing the voicemail instead, he brought his phone to his ear, listening to what he interpreted as your footsteps and a door closing. Finally, your voice appeared. It wasn’t until he heard a sniffle that his heart sank into the pits of his stomach.

“Hi-” your voice broke as you were crying. “I’m so- sorry. I know I said I was okay, but I’m really not. I miss you so much already… I can- can’t.” Whatever you meant, it couldn’t have been good, or else you wouldn’t be so obviously losing control over your emotions. Hyunjin checked the time stamp, realising you had recorded it about 15 minutes earlier. “Fuck. I should have definitely thought about what to say…” A small, sad chuckle followed. “I know we talked about this, and I told you I would leave in two weeks… But I can’t stay. Not when I know how much I hurt you…”

Looking into Chan’s eyes as his heart broke, Hyunjin realised the meaning of your words. You were leaving. Not in two weeks, not tomorrow. Now. He couldn’t let this be the end without getting to at least say goodbye properly, so he sprinted back into his room. He grabbed a pair of sneakers and a jacket, pulling them over his body as he kept your voice right by his ear.

“I’m staying with a friend for the next few days before catching an early flight. All my stuff’s gone anyways, so there’s nothing holding me in my apartment… You’re probably on your way out already, and I obviously can’t dictate what you do. But I’m asking you anyway. Please don’t come after me…” Hyunjin stopped dead in his tracks, Chan’s eyebrows furrowing. “Please don’t make it harder for me or you. This is already breaking us. I don’t think I can handle seeing you again… Not when I know that it will be the last time.”

A single tear escaped Hyunjin’s eyes as he fell onto the couch, eyes focused on a random spot on the blank wall. Chan immediately came to his side, strong arms wrapping around his shoulder.

Hyunjin didn’t react. Couldn’t possibly react when his whole mind was on you.

“I don’t even know why I called you. I just… You deserve a proper goodbye, I think. Even if over the phone… God, I’m such a bitch doing this over the phone, aren’t I? Maybe I should turn around.” You stopped for a few silent seconds, peaking Hyunjin’s hope. But all was for nothing when you picked your pace up. “But I won’t. I’m really sorry. I know this is egoistical of me, and believe me. I hate myself for this.”

Why would you hate yourself when Hyunjin loved you so much. Despite you leaving him. Despite you choosing your career over him. It had always been a possibility; both of you were well aware things could end, given the opportunity. Now that it had, why would you blame yourself?

“I’m…” Again, silence fell over the line, giving Hyunjin a chance to breathe. He hadn’t even realised he had held his breath until the oxygen finally filled his head again. “I love you so much. All of you. Forever. I hope you know this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love someone like this again. Not in this lifetime.”

Why didn’t he run after you? Because you had told him not to? No. Perhaps it was the awareness that nothing he said, and nothing he did, could change reality. You were leaving, one way or another. So, why would he ruin what was basically the perfect goodbye? Not this call, obviously. But the last night. Being with you. Loving you. It couldn’t become more perfect than this.

“I will never forget any of the memories we made. I don’t think I can, even if I tried. I won’t forget the way we could talk about art all night. About anything, really. I will forever remember listening to all those songs, singing along, and crying to them. I won’t forget how you always looked at me with so much love. Much more than anyone’s ever given me. The smell of hugging you. The taste of kissing you. All of it is imprinted in my brain. Never to be forgotten. This sounds so sappy, I am very aware of that….”

The laugh escaping your lips – your perfect lips that Hyunjin could never quite stop kissing – made him smile. Even if just for a second, it somewhat healed a piece of his heart and left about 999 others for later reassembling.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… You are my person. That won’t change. Ever… I love you.”

By now, his whole face was red, swollen from the tears streaming down his cheeks. The only thing holding him together was Chan’s physical support. And your voice. He would listen to your voicemail countless times throughout the next few weeks, though he didn’t know it yet.

You pulled the phone away from your ear just to bring it back once more.

“Oh. And I took your shirt. You know, the one I always borrowed. I hope you’re not too attached to it.” Another smile on his face that healed another broken piece of his heart. No, he wasn’t attached to the shirt. He was attached to the person wearing it. “Okay, that’s it. Bye.”

And just like that, the voicemail ended.

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