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My name is Ellie and this is my side writing blog.  My main blog is chogiwa6192, so please consider following me there!  Felix from Stray Kids is my current ultimate bias and I have a MASSIVE novel that I’m currently writing and editing about him, so stay tuned for that!

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General Masterlist:

Bang Chan

The Taste of Blueberries (Smut)

Minho

Rose Garden (Soulmate AU Smut): Part One; Part Two

Changbin

Nothing Yet...

Hyunjin 

During the Rainstorm- Masterlist  

Jisung

Nothing Yet... 

Felix

‘Cause I Like You - Masterlist

The Boy (and Girl) Next Door) (Fluff/about 10% angst)

Felix hard thought

Seungmin

Nothing yet..

Jeongin

Inked (Soulmate AU Smut)

Soulmate Smut Au Masterlist

I mainly write for Stray Kids, Exo, and Day6 but hopefully this will be expanding soon! 

I write smut for everyone except Seungmin and Jeongin from SKZ because they’re way too young for me and I feel creepy writing for them.  

At the moment I am NOT taking requests but my inbox is ALWAYS open for soft and hard hours for any idols I write for, but I’ll happily fangirl with you about anyone! 

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Rose Garden - Part Two

↳Pairing: Prince!Lee Know x Maid!afab reader

↳Words: 12,500~ (oops)

↳Warnings: SMUT obviously so as always minors DNI, unprotected sex (don't do this! but its not like these two had any other choice), p in v sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), creampie, overall very vanilla stuff. Mentions of nausea but no one does on-screen. (For someone with emetophobia, I write about nausea a lot). Pregnancy scare?, ANGST

If there's anything else I missed, let me know!

TAGLIST: @ohmy-moonlightx , @junebug032 , @giyusatorou , @skzfelixlove , @kittkat44 , @nap-of-a-starr, @ventitto , @blankdyean , @lethallyprotected , @poisonivy21 , @nobody3210 , @chuuswifereal , @hisokasimp1, @lookitsjess

(Strikethrough means unable to tag, if I forgot someone or would like to be added then please let me know!)

↳Notes: I finished this first week of May then got taken out by a mystery illness for basically the whole month (respiratory infection I think). Anyway, today is my 27th birthday so I am giving all of you a gift!

PART ONE

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“CAN’T YOU BE more gentle?” You groaned as your ribcage tightened.  With every tug of the laces on that infernal corset, your ribs condensed and your breasts swelled.  You could have sworn that a seamstress could thread you through a needle at this rate.  You often wore a corset of your own to work, but it was more for general support than to actually suck you into the point of suffocation.  The whale bone threaded through the offensive garment assured you that once you were in, nothing would move.

“That’s how this works, Y/N.  You should know, you entrap me in my corset every morning.”  Joy muttered through gritted teeth.  Her fingers worked on the laces to make sure they were perfectly snug and not going anywhere.  “It’s not so bad once you get used to it.”

“I can hardly breathe.”  You gasped out.

“Maybe so but you will be the picture of perfection.  This dress is going to look amazing on you.”  Joy promised. 

Your eyes darted to the dress laid out on the bed.  For the day, the queen had assigned guest quarters to every visiting lady with the invitation to spend the night if it fit in the travel plans.  Joy, of course, had jumped at the opportunity for a night away from home.  Especially if that night was to be spent dancing away at the palace.  That meant the pair of you had a private bedroom that could be used to change your identity.  The grand four-poster bed was large enough to sleep four comfortably.  You had a feeling that she would insist on sharing the bed with you.  Poor thing never did like sleeping alone.  You didn’t mind. 

“What is wrong with you?”  You panted.  Your lungs worked overtime to get used to being in such a compact space.  “How can you people wear this all the time?”

“They train us young.”  Joy muttered.  “Aha!  Done!  Let’s get you into this gown, shall we?”

Before you knew it, you were drowning in a sea of blue and pink fabric.  The skirts were never ending and created a full ball gown silhouette, though your bone underskirt held most of the fabric away from your legs.  The gown was made of rich peacock-blue silk and layers of delicate tulle that sparkled and shimmered under the light.  Silver lace appliques decorated the bodice and the top half of the skirt.  Some light tulle fabric hung just off your shoulders, creating a sweetheart off-the-shoulder neckline.  You had to admit that the colors were absolutely stunning.  It didn’t feel right that someone like you should wear a gown so beautiful. 

However, once the garment was secured in place with some lacing, you fell in love with it.  The gown hugged your waist and pushed your breasts up just enough.  The skirts swished when you moved and glittered in the light.  

“Y/N,” Joy breathed, “You look beautiful.  Come, let me do your hair and put on your jewelry.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one getting you ready?”  You asked as Joy guided you to sit down at the vanity. 

“There is time for that.  There’s no harm in being a little late if we need to.  The ball will undoubtedly go all night.”  Joy waved it off.  She pointed at a hairbrush on the table and you passed it over your shoulder to her.  “All of that playing dress up when we were kids was totally worth it.”

“Ow…” You muttered under your breath as Joy brushed out the tangles in your hair.

“I wonder who the Queen chose to be the princess.  Surely it’s not me or we would have received some sort of notification.”  Joy mused as she ran the brush through your hair.  “I wonder why they would have all of these lavish parties if they’re not going to choose one of the ladies who attends them.  Whoever the princess is surely is very lucky.  Prince Minho is quite handsome and I’m sure he will make beautiful babies and-”

“Miss Joy.  My apologies but I’m nervous enough as it is.  I’m terrified of being in the same room as the prince.”  You cut her off, wincing as you did so.  Your training clearly specified never to interrupt your lady but all this talk of Prince Minho marrying someone else was beginning to make your heart feel heavy in your chest.  

You hadn’t found the time to tell Joy about what happened.  You wanted to scream it out to the world that Prince Minho was your soulmate but there was no telling if anyone would even believe you.  When you first met him, he was trying to escape from his duty but after he fucked you he dove head-first into it.  You wondered if someone could die from having their soulmate marry someone else. 

In the end, it would all come down to if Prince Minho would confirm the fact that you were soulmates.  If he were to deny you then you would have to live your life without your other half.  The difference in status would make any kind of relationship difficult regardless of Prince Minho’s feelings.  

You weren’t sure if you had the strength to go through with this facade but you were already dressed.  You’d already made the decision.  You couldn’t back down now.  The dress was on and Joy was carefully putting your hair in a simple updo.  She took a few pins from the hair kit you brought for her.  Each pin had a diamond on the end.  The hairdo you had planned for Joy would use most of the pins, so as she worked on your hair you tried to think of what style you could do instead. 

“Y/N, are you okay?  Your head is up in the clouds.”  Joy’s voice softened. 

“Yes, miss.  I am merely thinking about what hairstyle to do for you.”  

“No, I don’t think you are.  You’ve been gone since Prince Minho’s appearance at tea.  Are you alright?”

“Miss… I don’t know.  I feel strange.  I think me coming with you was a terrible idea.”  

“What?  How could you say that!  I don’t know what I would do without you by my side!.”

“If I hadn’t come then I never would have-”  You paused to blink back your tears.  Joy paused her styling with a quiet gasp,  “I never would have met…”

“Who is it?”  Joy whispered knowingly. 

“I can’t tell you.  It would ruin...”

“Y/N, dear, please tell me.”  Joy moved to your side and bent over to be at your level, “I promise there is nothing you could say that would make me think less of you.”

“It’s not me it would ruin.  It’s him.  He and I can never be together.”

“Y/N, please.”  Joy reached up and gently brushed away a few of the tears that had escaped your eyes.  You couldn’t stop crying.  “Tell me and maybe I can help you.”

You looked her in the eye, hoping that maybe she could read your mind.  You and Joy had been friends for as long as you could remember.  You grew up in the same house.  Your mother was Joy’s mother’s maid.  You, in turn, became Joy’s.  Even as a maid, Joy always preferred to treat you as a friend.  

To no avail.  Joy remained clueless. 

“He’s…” you took a deep breath, “My soulmate is… Prince Minho.”

Joy’s jaw dropped.  She stumbled back a bit and sat down hard on the bed.  She stared at you with wide eyes.  If only, that made you cry harder.  At this rate she would never allow you to go to the ball.  Who in their right mind would let you attend a ball when your soulmate was the prince?  

“Do not lie to me, Y/N.”  Joy warned.

“Have you ever known me to lie to you?”

“I suppose not.  You’re sure it’s him?”

“After what we did in the garden, I would know him anywhere.”

“My god, you performed the soulmate act already?”  Joy gawked, her eyes swimming with questions.  “Tell me everything.”

“I don’t know…”

“I am asking as a friend, Y/N, but I will ask as your lady if I have to.”  

“Okay, well… I wandered off.  I didn’t mean to!  But I needed a break from the sun and-”

You told her the story from beginning to finish.  Meeting him in the garden and thinking he was the gardener, the accidental touch, the intensity of the soulmate act, and the way he’d turned cold afterwards.  You explained how you’d searched for him and how your stomach had churned when he was announced as the Prince.  

“It’s all hopeless!”  You wailed, dropping your tear-stained cheeks into your hands, “We can never be together.  After tonight I may never see him again!”  

“Perhaps not…  But what say you to see if we can get you two to meet one last time.  At least share some words, a kiss, something!”

“How would we do that?  He doesn’t know who I am.  He doesn’t know my name or anything.”

“You’re going to the ball tonight, of course he’ll find you!  If he doesn’t then I will speak to him.  I will tell him his angel is looking for him.  Come on, my dear, let’s get you looking perfect!”

~!~!~!~!~!~

YOU WERE CERTAIN that you were going to pass out at any moment.  The corset was bound too tightly and it was as if you were walking through hell’s inferno.  In reality you were only walking down a long corridor warmed with fireplaces, but it may as well have been the same thing.  

A finely dressed butler escorted you and Joy through the palace to the ballroom.  Joy held your hand as you walked, her grip like an iron vice.  She looked beautiful.  Once it was your turn to make her up, her hair was worthy of the princess’s tiara.  Her forest green ballgown was made of the finest silk that rippled like water when she walked.  She held her head high and turned to look at you with a bright smile. 

“You would fit right in here.”  Joy whispered lowly so the butler couldn’t hear your conversation.

“Maybe in the kitchens.”  You sighed.  “You look more like a princess than I do.”

“Nonsense.  I wasn’t born to be a princess, unlike you.”

“Lady Joy, I definitely was not born to be a princess.  Maybe the gods made a mistake.  They’ve been known to do that, right?”

“There is no way this is a mistake.  It’s clear that you belong here!  You’re the most beautiful noblewoman I’ve ever seen, cousin!”  Joy squeezed your hand pointedly. 

Muffled music played through the doors and you suddenly felt sick.  You pressed a hand to your stomach and stopped walking.  Joy stopped as well.  The butler continued on for a few steps before realizing that you weren’t following.

“I can’t do this.”

“Y/N!  Are you with child?”  Joy whispered and nodded to the hand on your stomach.

“What?  No!  It only happened this afternoon.  It takes longer to develop a child.  I’m just sick to my stomach.”

“It’s only nerves.  Once we get into the ballroom, everything will be okay.  We’ll dance a little bit and then we’ll enact the plan, alright?”  

“I can’t.  This was a terrible idea, let me go back to the room and-”

“No!  Y/N, no!  Just take a deep breath.  I’ll be right there by your side the entire time.”  Joy promised, “Let’s go.”

She pulled you along and the butler continued leading you through the palace.  The music got louder and louder until the butler paused at a large set of double doors.  Joy turned to smile at you one last time before looking forward.  

A pair of butlers opened the doors, revealing a lavish, golden ballroom.  Several crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling with candles casting flickering rainbows on the walls.  The dance floor was packed with ladies and gentlemen alike, dancing away in celebration.  A handful of musicians played a waltz.  

Your eyes were immediately drawn to a raised platform at the back of the room.  A triad of ornate golden thrones with purple velvet and diamonds were perched atop.  In the center throne, a woman in an enormous embroidered gown with a huge crown atop her head tapped her fingers to the time of the music; the Queen.  To her left sat the young princess, no older than fifteen but old enough to be at her brother’s party.  She stared out into the crowd with a polite smile.  Then, your gaze landed on the man you wanted to see. 

Prince Minho sat to his mother’s right.  He wore the same outfit as before, except he’d taken his crown off and hung it off one of the posters of his throne.  He lounged a bit in his chair, not really paying attention to anyone around him.  He sipped on a goblet of wine.  The prince, instead, stared at the ceiling. 

He looked just as beautiful as the moment you first saw him.  Something about the candlelight made his skin glow.  

You sucked in a breath when you laid eyes on him.  It took every ounce of self control in your body and Joy’s hand to keep you from running through the ballroom to be with him.  Something tugged on your heart like an invisible string, urging you forward. 

When you stepped through the door into the ballroom, Prince Minho cocked his head suddenly.  He turned his gaze away from the ceiling and scanned the throngs of dancing people.  He scoured the dancers before turning his attention to the walls.  Servants were stationed by the wall or in the corners where they couldn’t be easily seen unless you were looking for them.  Just out of sight, but there in case they were needed.  Prince Minho searched the face of each one until his gaze passed over the doors you’d just walked through.  

Then came the double take.  He looked on the other side of the room for a moment before turning his head back in your direction. 

When you made eye contact, you gasped and gripped Joy’s hand a little tighter.  Joy immediately snapped her head to look at the prince.  She followed his gaze and found you as the person in question.  He raised an eyebrow in question but said nothing.  He knew your true stature but he was in no position to tell anyone anyway.  

“Come, let’s find something to eat.  You need your energy.”  Joy whispered, pulling your attention away from the Prince.

“But… Prince Minho…”

“There will be time for that.  We have hours before the Prince will retire.  He’s seen you, so there is no doubt in my mind that he will seek you out.”  Joy assured you.  

She pulled you through the ballroom to a dining room.  There were several tables lined with food piled high on silver platters.  Dishes like pork, chicken, rolls, roasted vegetables, you name it.  Instantly, your mouth watered.  You could not remember the last time you broke fast and your dehydration this morning left you with a pounding headache.  

“I am pretty hungry…”  You mused.

“Let’s get you something to eat and then I’ll tell you everything about my plan.”

~!~!~!~!~!~

JOY’S SUGGESTION DIDN’T sit right with you at first, but she eventually convinced you to dance with the very first man who asked.  You’d barely caught the man’s name, Christopher something-or-other.  He was staggeringly handsome, though he could hold no candle to your Destined. 

Christopher spun you around the dancefloor for two whole dances.  He was careful to keep his touches over your clothes but you noticed that his eyes kept dipping down to your mouth and to the swell of your breasts out of the dress.  You wore long silver satin gloves up to your forearms, as was the fashion and the social assurance that no one could find their soulmate at these social events unless you tried really hard.  

At the end of the second dance, a whirlwind of a waltz (where you definitely stepped on his foot more than once), you were beginning to feel a little out of breath.  Joy was off dancing with another man, a complete heartthrob who had introduced himself as Peter.  Joy had promised that she would watch you all evening, but Peter had her absolutely captivated.

Christopher gazed down at you with big, brown puppy dog eyes.  He pursed his lips before opening his mouth to ask you to dance a third time.  However, a terse voice cut through the atmosphere.

“Sir Christopher, do you mind if I cut in?”  The voice sent a shiver down your spine.  You would recognize it, recognize him, anywhere. 

“Oh.  Um, of course, Sire.”  Christopher bowed before disappearing into the crowd. 

Prince Minho took his place in front of you.  You looked at him for a moment before dropping into a deep curtsy.  Your eyes turned to the floor.  Your heart pounded so loudly in your chest that you thought you might faint.  

In an instant, Prince Minho was touching you.  He put his hands on your shoulders to pull you out of the curtsy and one of his hands moved to your chin.  With his soft fingers, he guided your face until you were looking directly into his eyes.  The same grief from this afternoon clouded them and his eyebrows were pulled together.  

The music started and other couples around you began to dance.  Skirts swirled, girls giggled, shoes tapped on the wooden dance floor.  However, none of that mattered.  The outside world became a blur until the only thing you could see was the man in front of you.

He called you an angel before, but you were certain that the angel was actually Prince Minho.  He glowed under the candlelight and his crown looked like a halo.  Prince Minho grasped your waist and took your hand.  You gasped at the contact. 

“Take my arm.”  He commanded.  You quickly set your hand on his shoulder. 

Before you knew it, Prince Minho spun you into the crowd of dancers.  How he managed to lead without taking his eyes off yours, you may never know.  You had so many questions but you had absolutely no idea where to even begin.  All you knew for sure is that this would most likely be the last time you ever saw him.

“What’s your name?”  Prince Minho asked. 

“Y/N.”  

“Beautiful.  I knew your name would be beautiful.”  A smile played on his lips,  “How did you manage to come tonight?  I thought you were a ladies maid.”

“I am.  Lady Joy is more a friend than a lady.  We grew up together.  She asked me to come with her tonight.”  You explained, your voice weak. 

“Damn.  I’d hoped that perhaps you’d fooled me in the garden.  If you were a lady then my mother might have allowed us to marry.”  

“Couldn’t we still pretend?”

“My mother, the Queen, is very resourceful.  She would look into your family and find that you’re of common birth.  Unless, of course, you can provide undeniable proof of noble birth.”

“I’m afraid I don’t think that will be possible.”  Tears brimmed in your eyes at the thought. 

You couldn’t explain it but your heart swelled with affection for him.  You barely even know the man.  However, you could practically feel every cell in your body aching for him and needing to be with him.  His touch sent bolts of lighting through your veins.  His lips were eye level with you and all you wanted to do was claim them as yours.  Party-goers and the Queen be damned.  This man was your soulmate and you wanted everyone to know. 

“My love,”  Prince Minho smiled sadly and moved his hand from your waist in order to brush away a tear that had fallen.  He replaced his hand before you could fall out of step with the dance. “We will find a way.  Maybe it won’t be today but I must have you by my side.  I want to know everything about you.  Please, my angel, don’t think of this as an ending.  Merely a rocky and uncertain beginning.”

“How can you be optimistic about this?”  

“I am a prince.  We have a way of getting things done.”  Prince Minho smiled warmly.  The assurance that he was feeling the same way as you in this absurd situation made your heart ache a little less.  “Dance the night away with me, my love.”

How could you possibly refuse him?

You spent the next three dances in the circle of your prince’s arms.  Sir Christopher asked for your hand for one dance but Prince Minho stole you away the moment it was over.  You twirled around the ballroom, talking and laughing with one another.  He searched your mind, asking about your past, your family, your life.  He wanted to know your favorite meals, your favorite colors, artists, and flowers.  He, in turn, told you all about his favorites. 

More and more things began to line up between the two of you.  With every new thing in common, it became extremely apparent why he was your soulmate.  He was your perfect match in every way.  He was everything you ever could have wanted in a life partner.  He was charming, witty, a fantastic dancer, and he cared deeply about his country and his duties. 

Eventually, Prince Minho led you from the dance floor and onto the terrace outside.  The air was cool against your skin and you hadn’t realized you’d been sweating.  The party continued behind you, grand and gold.  There were three sets of tall glass doors that were propped open between the terrace and the ballroom.  There were fewer people outside, so it gave you and your Prince a quieter place to talk.  

And talk you did.  For hours it seemed, you spoke and shared things about your life.  There wasn’t much for you to share but you wanted to know every detail about him.  

“You must be dreading your marriage.”  You sighed.

“I am… but I know it must be done.  The last thing I want is to be with someone who isn’t my soulmate.  However, I understand that it is what I must do.  My father would have wanted me to do the same as him.”  Prince Minho explained.  “In the garden earlier, I was prepared to run away from it all.  I still wish I could escape.  However, now I know that I cannot escape my duty.”

“The same as your father?  What do you mean by that?”  You asked.  You bit down the stinging pain in your chest from all the talk of him marrying another.  Though, you had to admit that it made sense.

“My mother was not his soulmate, you see.  He never told me who it was but I’m not sure that they ever got to be together before he died.”

“Your parents managed to have children, though!  That is an accomplishment!  I heard that fertility rates between non-soulmates is very low.”

“I think it worked because my mother has never met her soulmate.  She truly loved my father and I believe that it was her love that made my sister and I come into existence.  Or maybe it was pure luck.”

“Do you believe in true love?  Love that isn’t born of soulmates?”

“Well, I suppose I’ve never thought about it.  I don’t think that I have ever loved anyone before.  I fancied a few of the ladies when I was younger, but I always knew that I would either find my soulmate one day or I would have to live without them.”  Prince Minho gazed out into the garden.  The paths were lined with torches that cast a golden glow on the ground.  Two or three lone couples strolled through the garden. 

“I apologize, My Prince.  We can discuss something else.”  

“Angel, it is alright.  There is no way you could upset me.”  Prince Minho assured you. 

He reached out and cupped your cheek with his hand.  He guided your head to make sure you were looking directly into his eyes.  “This situation is less than ideal but it is in no way your fault.  It’s crazy.  It feels as if I’ve known you all my life.”

“I know… I wish I didn’t have to leave.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go.”

Minho guided your face a little closer to his and pressed a fleeting kiss onto your cheek.  His soft lips lingered on your skin for a few long seconds.  His musky scent filled your nose and overwhelmed your senses.  You closed your eyes and breathed him in.  Something deep in your core wished that he would have kissed your lips instead. 

However, all good things come to an end. 

“HEAR YE, HEAR YE.”  A voice boomed from inside the ballroom, “ALL SUBJECTS APPEAR BEFORE THE QUEEN FOR AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.” 

Prince Minho pulled away from you and looked towards the ballroom.  The music had stopped and all of the guests were venturing towards the center of the room to listen to the announcement.  He turned to look back at you.

“It’s time, my love.”  Prince Minho offered you his hand.

Your lower lip quivered and you blinked back the tears brimming in your eyes.  You stared at his hand.  You forced yourself to swallow a sob.  Gently, you took his hand.  He led you back into the ballroom.  The stifling heat made it nearly impossible to breathe.  Your chest ached.  Your heart pounded in your ears.  

Once you got deep enough into the room, Prince Minho pulled you to a careful stop.  He looked deeply into your eyes for a few long seconds.  You stared back, desperately trying to memorize the way his eyes glowed like honey in the candle light.  They sparkled a little and with a start you wondered if he was about to cry.

“I’m going to miss you.”  He whispered. 

“And I you.”  

He gently pulled you closer.  You thought for a moment that he was going to kiss you.  The air between you thinned as his face inched closer.  He cupped your cheek in his hand and pressed your foreheads together. 

“Your lady is Lady Joy, correct?”

“Lady Joy Park.”  You affirmed. 

“I will send for you this evening, my love.  Fear not, this will not be the last time we see each other.”

With that, he vanished into the crowd.  His hand dropped from your face and he let go of your hand.  The other guests of the party bustled around you.  The air in the ballroom ran hot, but you shivered.  You searched the faces around you desperately, hoping that perhaps he would emerge from the crowd and come back to you.  

Prince Minho did emerge from the crowd, but only when he stepped back up onto the platform and reclaimed his throne.  His stoic face was set and he stared blankly into the crowd.  Your eyes welled up with tears and you blinked to try to keep them at bay.  

How were you supposed to go on without your soulmate?  All you wanted to do was run up to the throne and tell the entire room that he was yours and that no one else could have him.  

Almost as if she read your thoughts, Lady Joy appeared at your side.  She took your hand and gave you a reassuring squeeze.  

“How did it go?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

The Queen cleared her throat so loudly the chandeliers quivered.  She rose to her feet and instantly all chatter in the room ceased.  Someone coughed.  

“It is with regret that I inform you that our dear prince has not found his soulmate.”  The Queen began, “Despite all of our efforts to find his destined partner we were unsuccessful.  However, we still have call for celebration this evening.  I am happy to announce Prince Minho’s betrothal to Princess Anna from the Roman Kingdom!  The nuptials will be held next week and invitations to the event and the following balls will be sent henceforth!  They will honeymoon on the island Sicily, where our dear princess was born before they return home to us.  Please, let us congratulate the lucky couple!”

Everyone in the room applauded politely.  Prince Minho rose to his feet and bowed before sitting back down. 

You were absolutely positive that you were going to be sick.  

“Lady Joy?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Get me out of here.”

Joy wasted no time. 

She tugged on your hand, urging you to follow her.  She weaved through the crowd of people.  On your way, the man you remembered as Lord Peter stopped Lady Joy.  They whispered to each other for a few seconds, including something about a promise to see each other again soon.  With that, Joy set off again.  Lady Joy beelined towards the doors and urged the guards to open them.  They gave her a puzzled look, but followed her silent command.  

Your lady pulled you into the hallway and you couldn’t help but glance back one more time.  To your relief, or perhaps horror, Prince Minho noticed the opening of the door and his gaze found you immediately.  You locked eyes one last time before Lady Joy led you down the hall, out of sight. 

The heavy doors slid shut behind you, the heavy thud making you wince.  

How were you supposed to leave Prince Minho behind you?

~!~!~!~!~!~

“IS SHE QUITE well?” The butler’s concerned voice carried through the large bedroom.  You heard him even over your crying.  You sobbed into the pillow that was damp with your tears and yet you couldn’t stop.  Your body shook with crying and you could not seem to stop it.  Lady Joy stood at the door, accepting a pile of dry pillows that she’d requested after you’d dampened all of the others with your tears. 

“She is well, do not worry.”  Lay Joy assured him.

“Should I send for a doctor?”

“Heartbreak is something a doctor cannot fix, I’m afraid.  I will call for you if we require anything else.”  

With that, Lady Joy shut the door and made her way back to the bed.  She tossed the pillows at the foot of the bed before climbing under the luxurious duvet with you.  She wrestled with the neverending fabric of the blankets and her nightgown before she settled in and returned her attention to you.  

Both of you had changed out of your ballgowns as soon as you’d returned to your quarters.  You managed to hold back your tears just long enough to get out of your corset.  Then the waterfall began and hadn’t stopped.  Joy did her best.  Supplying you with things to dry your eyes and drink to keep your body from drying up but there was only so much she could do.

You told her everything.  You told her about the dancing, about your conversations, and about how Prince Minho promised that he would call for you.  What made it worse is that it was hours ago.  You’d already gone through at least half a candle, if not more.  The music from the ball could be heard faintly through the window.

“Perhaps he’s still there.  It would be rude of the host to leave prematurely.”  Joy reminded you.

“I can’t help it!  I don’t know what to do!”

“Oh, my dear Y/N, I wish I could help you.”  Joy gently stroked your hair.

“Will the pain fade?”

“Perhaps with time.  It’s getting late, Y/N… you look exhausted.  Let’s try to sleep okay?  In the morning we can escape from this wretched place.”

Your eyes ached from crying.  Your cheeks were sticky with tears.  Joy grabbed one of the dry pillows from the end of the bed and replaced the one you were using.  She slipped out of bed once more to blow out all of the candles in the room. 

Once the room was dark, Joy slipped back into bed with you.  You buried your face into the pillow and sniffled.  Your eyelids grew heavy and you begged sleep, or perhaps death, to overtake you.  You squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to think of other things. 

Tomorrow you would have to spend hours doing laundry.  You would be washing all of the undergarments and skirts, ironing dresses, polishing jewels.  The task would probably take the entire day.  The banality of your day to day work would be sure to wipe away your feelings of dread. 

It must have only been moments after you drifted into a restless sleep when someone pounded on the door.  Your eyes shot open and you found Joy had also been startled awake.  You stared at each other for a few seconds before the pounding on the door came again.  Joy abruptly sat up.  She wrestled with the blankets for a few long seconds before she successfully freed herself and hurried to the door. 

You sat up when the door creaked open.

“Is there a young lady here by the name of Y/N?”  A male voice spoke from beyond the door.

“Y/N… is there another name?”  Joy asked. 

“Angel.  Prince Minho sends for her.”

You perked up immediately.  You threw the blankets off and clamored out of bed.  Joy put a hand up and you froze in place.  

“Yes, sir, she is here.  Please allow me a moment and I will fetch her.”  Joy spoke calmly.  You bounced on the balls of your feet. 

“Yes, my Lady.”  

Joy shut the door and turned to you, eyes sparkling with excitement. 

“Y/N, take off your nightgown.”  Joy stared at you expectantly for a few seconds.  “Make haste!”

~!~!~!~!~!~ 

YOU CHEWED ON your lower lip as you stared at the large pair of ornate double doors.  The butler who had been sent to get you waited patiently nearby, waiting for your command to open them.  You couldn’t explain why the nerves and fear that overwhelmed your heart as the butler led you through the dark hallways of the palace.  

Perhaps it was the silence.  The butler didn’t say a word to you unless to remind you to follow him.  Or it was the dark hallways, lit only with a few lone candles.  

Or perhaps it was the nightgown that swirled about your ankles.  Joy insisted on giving you hers.  Your nightgown was a plain white smock but Joy’s was made of the finest pink satin and was decorated with lace and satin flowers.  It came paired with a matching silk robe that tied around your waist.  The sleeves and the skirt billowed as you walked.  It didn’t feel right to you to be wearing such a garment but Joy insisted.  If you were meeting the prince, you had to be dressed accordingly. 

You couldn’t argue with your lady so you agreed to switch nightgowns with her.  Once she had yours on, she promised to get you a nicer nightdress for your birthday.

“Anytime, Miss.”  The butler pursed his lips.  “The prince does not like to be kept waiting.”

“Open the door, please.”  You barely recognized your own voice. 

The butler pulled the door open and gestured for you to enter first.  You took a deep breath before striding through and into a bedroom about twenty times as ornate as the quarters provided to Lady Joy.  The lofted ceiling should have made the room cold, but a large fireplace was lit ablaze and crackled away.   

The door slid shut behind you.  When you glanced back, the butler hadn’t followed you. 

You slowly walked deeper into the room.  You passed through a lush drawing room, surely meant for entertaining.  A study where a large oak desk dominated the space.  A door was cracked leading into a bathroom where the bathtub alone was the same size as your room back home.  Until finally you reached the bedroom.  A large four poster bed stood tall against one wall and a chaise and a few plush couches surrounded another active fireplace.  Against the wall opposite from you stood a pair of floor to ceiling glass doors that were open and led out onto a balcony.

And there he stood.  Prince Minho had his back to you and he leaned against the balcony railing.  He stared off into the night.  If he heard you enter, he did not say.  For a few moments, you stood in the middle of his bedroom and waited.  You weren’t sure if you should say something or not.  Besides, it was not in your nature to speak before spoken to.  You wondered what he was thinking about.  

“Come, my love.”  Prince Minho glanced over his shoulder and gestured for you to join him.  Your feet carried you past the threshold and onto the balcony.  You didn’t have a chance to see the view before you were crushed in the warmest hug you’d ever received. 

Once you were close enough, Prince Minho pulled you into a tight embrace.  He buried his face in your neck and breathed in deeply.  His warmth enveloped you and his body hid you from the cool night air.  You didn’t hesitate long before your arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him into you.  The soft breeze around you ensured that his rich scent invaded your nostrils and you ached to have the smell imprinted on your very soul.  You wanted to remember how he held you.  He held you as if it was truly the last time.  

“We will find a solution, I promise.”  Prince Minho murmured into your neck.

“I wish I could stay.”  

“I could command it.”  

“I can’t leave my lady.”

“I can’t bear to be wed to another.”  Prince Minho pulled away just enough to look at your face.  “This entire kingdom should be yours.”

“As long as you are my soulmate, the entire kingdom is mine.”  You assured him with a small smile.  Even though your entire body ached with sadness and you wanted to cry, you couldn’t.  You didn’t want to cry in his presence. 

“Look at it.”  Prince Minho moved behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle.  He moved until you stood at the railing.  “No matter the circumstance, as a prince you are my princess.  When I am king you will be my only queen.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight and his words.  From here, you could see the entire gardens as well as the golden glow coming from the ballroom.  The city sprawled out around the palace, warm and alive.  The lights below glittered and you could almost make out the subjects walking the streets.  For them, their days were just beginning.  The city extended as far as the eye could see until it met the black ocean.  From there, only inky blackness.

“Look.”  You pointed towards the city,  “You see the clocktower?”  

“I do.”

“When I have time to myself I like to go to a park nearby for a walk.  I get a day off a month and I usually spend it there.”  You explained, then pointed somewhere else.  “I take my lady to a seamstress near the tavern over there.”

“Where do you live?”  Prince Minho’s breath fanned against your ear.

“Over there.”  You pointed off to the side, “Just out of sight.  Beyond that spire.”  

“My angel… tell me something lovely.”

“Like what?”

“It matters not.  Tell me something lovely that makes you feel happy.”

“Hmm…”  You mused for a few seconds, “The feeling of grass under my feet on a warm summer day.  The ocean breeze through my hair.  The tiny noises of a puppy.  Crawling into bed after a long day.  The smell of freshly baked bread.  The rich scent of roses.”

“Roses… I may never look at them the same way again.”  Prince Minho chuckled. 

“I don’t think I will, either.”  You giggled.  “What about you?  What are some lovely things?”

“Well…”  Prince Minho’s lips pressed onto your neck and he hummed.  His hair tickled your skin and you couldn’t help the giggle that came from your throat.  “Your laugh is the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard.  The smell of old parchment.  Having a warm bath after a hunt.  Biting into a perfectly crisp apple.  Kissing the skin of your beloved.  Pink silk nightgowns.”

Between each offering, your prince pressed a warm kiss on your skin, trailing from your neck to your shoulder.  His fingers gently moved the fabric of your nightgown aside so he could press kisses on all of the skin he could.  You sighed and tilted your head to the side to give him more access.  Your eyes slid shut. 

“Prince Minho,” you sighed when his fingertips traced your collarbones.  

“To you, I am no prince.  I am merely Minho.”  he whispered.  His fingers trailed down your chest to the silk ribbon holding your robe shut, playing with the fabric and running it through the pads of his fingers.  “Will you let me love you?  Let me shower you with my love and bring your body so much pleasure.”

“Pleasure like in the garden?”

“Just like that, but tenfold.”  

Your body trembled with nerves, but you nodded all the same.  Minho pressed soft kisses on your skin and you sighed at the feeling.  He slowly pulled the ribbon free and your robe fell open for him.  He smoothed his hands over your stomach and hips and you sighed at the contact.  You leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder and he accepted your weight willingly.  He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. 

“You can say no,”  Prince Minho whispered, “It’s okay.  I can love you in more ways.”

“I want to but… I’m nervous.”  You admitted.  You ached to have him again, if the aching between your legs was anything to go by, but now that the soulmate urge had passed the thought of having something so… big inside of you again made your heart flutter.

“My love, I would never hurt you.  We can take this as slow as you wish.”

You stayed in that position for a few minutes.  Your head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you and holding you as close to his body as possible, both of you staring out at the kingdom below.  Your mind wandered, giving you visions of royal life.  Perhaps working in the palace so you could at least be closer to him.  Getting to sleep in his room each night, slipping out in the morning.  You could never be queen.  Joy taught you to read but you never quite understood the classic literature that everyone of noble birth had to read to be educated.  

You imagined attending parties, dressing up, and dancing the night away in beautiful golden ballrooms.  You imagined eating food prepared by the palace cooks each and every morning.  If what the cooks prepared tasted as good as what you had for dinner, you thought you could get used to this life.  Honestly, you didn’t even want to be queen.  Or even a princess.  You just wanted to love him.  Freely.  Openly.  

“All I want is to know you.”  You whispered and Minho hummed to encourage you to keep speaking, “I want to know you inside and out.  I want to grow a partnership,  I want to know what you hate and I want to know what you love.  I want to know how you take your breakfast, how you take your tea, your favorite walking paths, where do you hide when you need to get away from it all?  I don’t want to leave in the morning.”

“Then don’t,”  Prince Minho tried again but he knew your answer, “Stay with me in the palace.  We could figure something out and I will make sure that you stay by my side.”

For a few long seconds, you stayed silent as you contemplated his words.  As the seconds ticked on, Prince Minho heard his answer. 

“I’m sorry, my lord.”  

“Then let us focus on this night.  Let us spend our time focusing on each other.”  Prince Minho turned you around in the circle of his arms so he could gaze upon your face.  His eyes glistened with tears and you wished you could take his pain away.  “Please… call me Minho.”

“Prince-”

“No,” he cut you off, pressing his lips to your forehead for a few seconds, “Just… Minho.”

“Minho…”  You breathed, “Bring me pleasure.  I will bring you pleasure tenfold.  Please.”

“Angel, you never have to ask.”  

His lips crashed onto yours with no more ceremony.  Your heart swelled at the contact and you kissed him back eagerly.  His lips tasted so sweet.  Your favorite sweet could never compare to his taste.  Your arms wrapped around his neck and he pressed you into the balcony railing.  He twisted his head a little and kissed you deeper.  You accepted everything he had to give you.  

Minho put his hands on your shoulders and pushed the robe off.  The fabric pooled around your waist and he started on working the robe off your arms but you pulled away a little. 

“Wait.  Not here.”  You whispered.  Minho pulled away from you.

“No one can see us up here, Angel.” 

“Still… I… I don’t want to lose the robe.  It belongs to my lady.”   You admitted.

“When you are mine, I will give you hundreds of nightgowns made of the finest silk in all the land.”  Minho pressed warm kisses on your jawbone and neck as he spoke, trailing his lips along your skin and leaving trails of fire in his wake. 

“I’m already yours.”

“Don’t you forget it.”

With that, Minho swept you up into his arms and carried you bridal style back into his room.  You yelped when you initially lost your footing but giggled as he carried you.  You held onto him and nuzzled your nose into his neck.  Minho paused in the middle of his room and looked towards the fireplace then towards his bed on the other end of the room.  After a few moments of deliberation, he made his way over to the bed and gently laid you down on the plush mattress.  He was over you in an instant, pressing his knees on either side of your hips. 

“Angel, I want to see you this time.  I want to see all of you.”  

Minho’s hands ran over the fabric of your nightgown.  His eyes trailed over your curves.  His hands moved to gently cup your breasts.  He squeezed them and pushed them together to watch them swell under the fabric.  His thumbs ran over your pebbled nipples and you gasped at the surprisingly pleasant feeling that came from it.  Minho smiled softly and repeated the action again and again, rubbing his thumbs in circles around your nipples.  Your back arched into him and your eyes slid shut so you could enjoy the stimulation.

He moved one of his knees to press at the seam between yours.  Your legs easily fell open to accommodate him.  Minho leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss.  He resumed his task of helping the robe off your body.  You assisted him by pulling your arms out of the sleeves and tugging the offending fabric away so it could pool on the ground.  Minho gripped your thighs and worked on pushing the silky fabric up your legs so he could touch your bare skin.  

Your hands busied themselves with pulling his blouse up and over his head.  He broke the kiss briefly to rip his shirt off and toss it on the floor before kissing you again.  He didn’t give you the chance to admire his figure, but your hands traced his strong shoulders and strong chest and abdominal muscles.  

That telltale arousal began to pool between your legs.  The same heat you felt in the garden licked up your spine and made the junction between your legs ache.  Your hips unconsciously rolled upwards, only to catch on Minho’s pants.  The sudden friction made a moan slip from your lips.  Minho pulled away with a gasp.  

“Please make that sound again.  I will worship the ground you walk on.”  Minho moaned out.  He pressed his thigh closer to the apex between your legs until it pressed firmly against your heat.  You gasped at the contact but winced when you remembered that Joy’s silk gown still covered you.  You grasped the skirt and pulled it up over your hips and Minho moaned again.  “Nothing underneath, angel?  Were you hoping I would fuck you?”

Mindlessly, you nodded, choosing not to remind him that it was, in fact, him who ripped your undergarments to the point where they could not be used.  Instead, you pressed your core against his thigh and moaned at the pleasure that sparked through you.  Minho flexed his thigh and urged you to grind against him.  Your hips moved slowly as you got used to the rhythm and the new pleasure.  You whimpered as the pleasure grew but you weren’t sure if you would be able to climax like you did in the garden. 

“More,” you whimpered thoughtlessly.  

“My angel wants more?”  Minho cooed.  He stared down at you with such awe, as if perhaps there was an actual angel below him.  “What do you want?  I shall give it to you.” 

“I…”  you trailed off, your mind going blank, “I don’t know.  I want you to touch me.”

With that, Minho pulled his knee away and pushed your nightgown up to expose your core to him.  Instinctively, you parted your legs a little more.  Minho’s gaze flickered down to your center and pulled his lower lip between his teeth.  Your folds glistened in the low glow from the fireplace across the room.  Minho moved a hand and gently swiped one of his fingers through your folds and brought it to his mouth.  His eyes rolled back in his head at the taste of you.

“Angel, can I taste you properly?”  Minho’s gravely voice sent a wave of arousal through you.

“You just did…”

“I want to put my tongue on you.”  Minho slowly lowered down the bed until his face hovered just above your core, “If it’s too much tell me to stop.”

With that, Minho flattened his tongue against you and your back instantly arched off the bed.  You let out a choked gasp as the dizzying sensation swept through you.  His warm, wet tongue licked through your folds, mapping every ridge and dip and curve.  He swirled his tongue around your opening to gather your wetness in his mouth before he moved up to suck on your clit.  A keening moan left your throat as he sucked and nipped at the little bud.  You couldn’t stop the small moans and gasps you let out as Minho’s tongue played with you.

 “You taste so good, angel.”  Minho moaned.

He licked down to your entrance and slowly wiggled his tongue past the barrier.  He moaned against your core and pushed his tongue deeper into you.  You moaned at the feeling and tilted your hips up to chase his face, as if he had any intention to move.  He lapped at your walls greedily, like a man who’s never tasted water before.  Minho’s eyes slid shut as he savored your warmth in his mouth.  His nose nudged your clit with every few pushes of his tongue and it was enough to build the most amazing feeling in your stomach. 

You recognized that feeling now, it was the same one from the garden.  As if on instinct, you reached for his head to keep him against you before you paused, realizing that this was the prince you were about to touch without permission.  He’d told you a hundred times that you could, but the doubt still hovered.  

As if reading your thoughts, Minho reached up and grabbed your wrist.  He led your hand to the back of his head before hooking his arm under your leg to hold you against him.  Your fingers slid through his silky locks easily.  You gasped out at a particularly harsh suck and you gripped his hair tightly.  Minho let out a moan into your pussy and the vibrations, in turn, made you moan.  

Minho refocused his efforts, moving up to wrap his lips and tongue around your little clit.  His other hand slid between you until his fingertips prodded at your swollen hole.  You gasped at the contact, but tilted your hips up to chase the feeling.  You could feel him smile against you.  The coil within you tightened and you gasped. 

“Aw, sweet girl, are you going to cum?”  Minho cooed.

“Yes!  Yes, please, I need more.”  you moaned out.

“You want my fingers?”  Minho drew a small circle around your hole with a fingertip.

“Fuc- yes!”  You choked out a moan when he pushed one finger into the knuckle. 

“Mm, you’re so tight.”  Minho murmured those last words right against your clit before sucking it into his mouth.  

You were certain you had died and gone to heaven.  The added stimulation of his finger and the incessant swirls of his tongue sent you hurtling towards a release in record time.  Like the wave inside of you, your moans also rose like a crescendo.  Growing in pitch and frequency, you couldn’t hold them back.  You gripped onto Minho’s hair like a lifeline as the pleasure peaked. 

“Cumming- sir!  Sir, I’m cumming, please!”  You all but shrieked as you came into his mouth.  

Your legs shook, even as Minho slowed his ministrations to ride you through it.  Even though he’d just given it to you, he pulled his finger out and moved his face a little lower so he could lap gently at your pulsing hole.  You quivered and moaned as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you until it slowly turned to pain.  After one soft lap, you winced and let go of Minho’s hair. 

He took this as a sign and pulled away from you.  He sat back on his knees and tilted his head back.  He closed his eyes and rested his hands on your legs, just to keep some form of physical contact with you.  You watched as he ran his tongue along his lips as if to gather every single drop of your sweet essence. 

“You’re so beautiful when you cum.”  Minho commented, opening his eyes once more to look into yours.  

“I want to make you cum, too,”  you declared, sitting up and placing your hands on his hips.  

His noticeable and very neglected erection strained in his pants.  You kept your eyes on his as you moved your palm to gently cup him.  Minho’s eyes fluttered shut at the contact for a moment before he opened them once more to look at you.  He cupped your cheeks in his hands as you palmed him through his pants.

“And you will do so once I am inside of you.”  Minho’s low voice slid easily down your spine and you shivered. 

“But Minho… Can I taste you, too?” 

“How can I say no to that when you’re looking at me so sweetly?”

Minho’s nimble fingers immediately got to work on the laces on his pants.  He flopped down on the bed next to you and worked his pants off his hips until they were a forgotten pile on the floor.  His shirt was thrown on the floor next, leaving him completely bare.  His fingers played with the hem of your nightdress and his eyes twinkled.  

Slowly, you lowered yourself to get a closer look at his cock.  Long, thick, and heavy.  The dark pink head oozed precum and you licked your lips in anticipation.  You could hardly believe that this is the thing that had just been inside of you this morning.  Only a few hours ago, this thing had made you cum so hard and it was about to do it again.  

Unable to wait any longer, you leaned forward to press a wet kiss to the leaking head.  Minho moaned on contact, throwing his head back into the plush pillows as you suckled it into your mouth.  You ran your tongue over the velvety skin, sighing as he leaked more precum.  Salty and musky but overall not unpleasant.  Minho’s deft fingers swept through your hair and pulled it back so it wouldn’t get in the way.  You lifted your gaze to meet his and he just about blew his load right there. 

You looked so sweet, gently sucking on the head of his cock while looking at him innocently through your eyelashes.  Your petal pink nightgown hung down just enough for him to get a clear look at your tits that swelled with each breath.  The sight alone made him moan louder.  

“Am I doing it right?”  You pulled away slightly to blink at him. 

“Fuck, yes.”  He responded, laughing softly, “Keep going.”

Not one to refuse an order from your future king, you lowered your head and put him back in your mouth.  Minho moaned softly, the sweet noise encouraging you to take a little more of him.  Minho panted as he watched you take more and more of him until your nose lightly grazed his stomach.  His tip prodded the back of your throat and you choked a little.  Minho rolled his hips up into your mouth and you let out a little gasp. 

“Run your tongue along it.”  Minho guided you.

You wasted no time and swirled your tongue along the underside of his cock.  You bobbed your head up and down his length, swirling your tongue as you went.  Occasionally you rose all the way up and sucked on the head like you would a cube of ice on a hot day.  This action would make him whimper and writhe under you.  Every time he made a noise of pleasure, your core clenched and dripped even more for him.  You couldn’t wait to take him again. 

Minho used the grip he had on your hair to guide you up and down his length.  He kept his eyes on your lips as you accepted him into your warm, wet mouth time and time again.  The knot in his stomach kept tensing, threatening to spill his release down your throat but he wasn’t done receiving all the the pleasure your body could give him.  Maybe one day he would paint your face and lips in his cum, but today was not that day, 

All too soon, he pulled you off of him roughly.  He tugged you up to be face to face so that he could kiss you.  His plush lips caressed yours hungrily, coaxing your tongue into his mouth to suck on.  If he minded the salty taste of his precum on your lips, he didn’t say anything.  Just like you didn’t say anything about the taste of yourself on his tongue.  

“If I don’t fuck you right this instant, I may die.”  Minho murmured against your lips.

“How do you want me, my love?”  

“Naked.”

Minho clawed at your nightdress and pulled it over your head.  The flimsy fabric joined the pile on the floor.  The air hit your exposed chest and your nipples perked immediately.  His hands came to gently cup your breasts and he kneaded them slowly.  His thumbs gently traced matching circles around your nipples and pleasure sparked through you with every touch.  You arched your back, pushing your chest into his hands more.  Minho grinned mischievously before he leaned up and closed his lips around one of your hardened buds.

“Oh!”  You gasped as his tongue circled your nipple.  His teeth caught on the sensitive peak and you moaned and threw your head back.  “Minho!”

“Yes, angel, tell me who’s making you feel good.”  Minho whispered as he moved his mouth to your other breast and latched on.  He sucked and swirled his tongue on your nipple like he would die tomorrow and the only thing that could save him was you and the essence you could promise him.  “Just imagine these beautiful works of art filled with milk for our baby, hm?” 

“Yes,”  The thought of bearing his child sent another wave of arousal through you.  Though you knew it would never happen, you decided to let him play into the fantasy.

“My angel, you would look so beautiful.  Giving our baby life, giving me life.”  Minho sucked harshly on your nipple and switched one last time to the other side.  “I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from tasting you every day.”  

“Minho!”  You moaned when he lightly bit down on your swollen nub. 

“Good girl.”  Minho pulled away with a quiet pop and blew onto your damp skin.  The cold stream of air on your wet breast made you shiver.  “Lay down.  I want to see your face when I enter you.”

You scrambled onto your back, your hands hastily brushing your hair out of your face as Minho crawled over you.  As natural as opening your eyes in the morning, you opened your legs for him.  He smiled as he settled between your thighs.  His cock brushed your inner thigh and you both shuddered at the contact.  He buried his head into your neck and sighed.  He breathed you in, kissing your skin deeply.  

“Minho, please.”  You urged, your hands finding purchase on his slim waist and pulling him closer to you.  Your core ached, wet and empty.  

“I’m going to make love to you now.  If you need me to stop, tell me and I will.”  Minho rolled his hips into yours.  His cock slid through the wet lips of your pussy and caught on the hood of your clit.  

“I never want you to stop.”  

Minho moaned into your neck and kissed his way up to your lips.  He kissed you deeply, dipping your tongue into your mouth to drink in your moans.  One of his hands dipped between your bodies to grasp his cock.  He ran the tip through your soaked pussy, pushing it against your clit to illicit moans and gasps from you.  Each pass made your hole even more soaked and empty.  

“Angel, you feel so good.”

“Put it in.”  You whined. 

Minho pulled back from you just enough so that he could watch your face when he pushed into you.  The head breached your hole and you let out a keening moan.  Your hooded eyes watched his face contort into pleasure as he slowly inched inside of you.  His length caressed your walls as he sunk in, inch by glorious inch.  His eyes never left yours, even when he hit a dead end.  

He bottomed out, his thighs pressed firmly into yours.  You could have sworn the tip of his cock was hitting the back of your throat.  

“You look so beautiful when you’re full of my cock.”  Minho moaned.  His skin was tinted a rose color and the vein in his neck looked close to popping.  “You’re so tight, Angel, I could cum right now.”  

“So full,” you choked out, hardly able to form words around the stretch of him in your cunt.  

“Wanna fill you up even more, Angel.”  Minho buried his face in the crook of your neck again.  He rocked into you slowly, hardly even moving at all.  If he moved too much too fast he was worried that he would cum far too quickly.  Your tight heat choked his cock and coated him in your sweet wetness.  His slight movements in and out of you made your pussy squelch around him.  

“Move,”  You begged.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard.”  Minho promised. 

With that, he pulled his hips back until just his head remained sheathed by your walls.  Then he pushed forwards with all the force he could muster and your combined moans were like music.  Your cunt clamped onto his cock as he fucked you with earnest.  He rolled his hips into yours slowly but with so much force behind them that you were sure you’d be sore tomorrow. 

Tonight, you couldn’t care less. 

You rolled your hips up to meet every thrust.  Minho’s precise thrusts rubbed against all of the perfect spots inside of you.  His girth stretched you wide and you wondered how it was possible that there would be enough room inside of you for his cum.  

Minho wasn’t faring with that thought any better.  Your tight cunt gripped him like a vice.  Every time he entered you, you clenched so tightly that he was worried that every thrust might be his last.  The last time he fucked you, things had gone by quickly and he hadn’t had the time to really feel you.  This time, he was careful with his thrusts so he could feel every inch of your slick walls around his aching cock.  Your walls clenched and clamped onto him.

“Angel, you feel so good,”  Minho moaned, leaning down to suck a mark into your neck, “I don’t think I’ll last.”

“Me either.”

You were surprised with how quickly the pleasure mounted within you.  Your core ached like before, but this wasn’t a quick fuck like in the rose garden.  Minho was making sure that you could feel every single inch of him and that he could feel every ridge and bump of your walls. 

When he fucked you behind the rose bushes it was quick and rushed.  He’d pounded into you like he was going to die if he didn’t.  The orgasm he’d coaxed you through was powerful and quick. 

This, however, was the exact opposite of that.  Each movement was slow and calculated.  Each deliberate roll of his hips made you shudder with pleasure.  It was like he was trying to get his entire cock into you with every thrust while also taking the time to feel every inch.  

“Faster,”  you choked out.

“Want to feel you, angel.”  Minho grunted, “Want to feel you cum on my cock.  Can you do that?” 

“I-it’s too much-”  you choked after a particularly brutal thrust.

“Come on, love, I know you can do it.”

Minho’s hands trailed down your body, to your legs, to hook under the back of your knees.  He hiked your legs up until you had your ankles hooked behind his back.  This gave him a new angle to thrust into you.  His pubic bone grazed deliciously against your clit with every pass.  You were certain that you would lose consciousness at any moment.

“I can’t.”  You sighed out.

“It’s okay, angel.  Just relax and let me take care of you.”  Minho urged.

Only moments later, the string in your tummy pulled taut.  You moaned softly into his neck as he delivered each of his perfect thrusts.  Your back arched off the bed and you pushed your hips up to meet his.  This created the most beautiful and intense pressure in your cunt.  

“You’re squeezing me so tight!  Are you about to come?”  Minho moaned into your ear and you nodded.  “Good girl, let me feel it.”

It was like your body waited for his command.  Your orgasm crashed over you and you couldn’t stop yourself from throwing your head back and letting out the loudest moan of the night.  Minho continued fucking you through it, chanting words of praise into your ear.  Your cunt squeezed the dear life out of him and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last.  You tightened your legs around him in order to keep him inside you. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” He promised, “I’m going to come inside of you, mark you as mine so you keep a piece of me with you wherever you go.”

“Yes,” You moaned out, still shaking through your powerful orgasm.  

It was all the confirmation he needed to bury himself as deep inside you as he could to release.  The warm sensation of cum filling you up spread through your belly.  Your pussy spasmed around his length, milking him for every single drop.  He thrusted into you shallowly a few times until he was completely empty.  

Finally, your legs dropped from around his waist and he took that as a sign to carefully pull out of your spent hole.  Minho sat up on his knees to watch as his softening cock left your tight hole.  His cock was coated with your slick and shone in the low light from the fireplace.  

He collapsed on the bed next to you and wasted no time in pulling you into him.  Minho held you tightly, neither of you minding the tacky stick of your sweat-slicked skin.  You clung to him as well, burying your face into his neck.  Together, you came down from your highs, breathing hard and holding one another tight. 

“Please stay.”  Minho whispered into your hair, “I won’t command it, but will you please stay with me until dawn?”

“Yes, Minho.  I promise, I’ll stay.”

~!~!~!~!~!~

THE CALL OF the rooster roused you from your sleep well before you were ready.  Your eyes peeled open and the sun had barely even kissed the horizon.  You sighed and pushed the blankets away and sat up.  You glanced up at the pink silk nightgown that hung from your door.  Lady Joy refused to let you give it back, but you couldn’t bear to wear it again.

Gone were the fine silks and wools of the Prince’s palace bedroom.  Here to stay were your maids quarters with its scratchy sheets and windows that you could never quite get clean.  You gently lifted your hand to touch your lips.  Those very lips had touched the Prince’s months ago.  

Slipping out of bed that morning had nearly gutted you, but you redressed in your lady’s silk gown and returned to her quarters.  All before the prince even awoke.  

Eons ago.  The ball and the roses and the gowns were eons ago.  So why did you still feel his touch on your skin?  Why could you still hear the orchestra playing the waltz that your prince whisked you away to?  

You were thankful that his wedding bells hadn’t rung on your day off for the month.  Lady Joy attended the ceremony but left you at home with a long list of chores to complete.  Most of them were mindless busywork but she knew to keep you distracted.  

Since the ceremony, life simply returned to normal.  Your daily tasks resumed and you cared for your lady to the best of your ability.  Which, as of late, was not much.  Lady Joy did her best to be accommodating, which you were more than thankful for. You just wanted to get back to work.  You had a feeling that the grace she was giving you was beginning to frustrate her mother.  

You forced yourself out of bed and you quickly dressed.  You swallowed down the wave of nausea that climbed up your throat and made your way to Lady Joy’s chambers.  The curtains were drawn and the embers of a fire crackled in the fireplace.  Lady Joy was curled up in the center of the bed, fast asleep.  Her light snores provided some white noise as you rekindled the fire and prepared her vanity for her morning routine.  

Eventually, you flung open the curtains and the warm light from the sun streamed into the room.  You sighed as it hit your skin, basking in the warmth for a few moments.  Joy groaned behind you and shoved her head under her pillow. 

“Rise and shine, my Lady.  You have many duties to attend to today.”  You chided her. 

“Like what?”  Joy groaned, muffled by the pillow.

“There is a tea party this afternoon.  Duchess Loh is hosting and is expecting your attendance.  Then Lady Mina is requesting your presence at dinner this evening.”  You explained, moving from the drapes to the closet.  You threw open the doors and perused the gowns available for the day.  You were admittedly a little behind in your laundry.

“I think we should cancel.”  Joy groaned, “I’m feeling quite ill today.”

“Ill?  Are you alright?”  You retreated from the closet to sit on the edge of her bed.

“My stomach is turning.  I’ve been feeling ill for several days.”  Joy gently rubbed her stomach.  “It usually passes in the evening but perhaps dinner disagreed with me?”

“For the last several days?  That sounds quite serious.  Perhaps I should call for the doctor?”  You cleared your throat, wondering if you should tell her that you’d been feeling the exact same way. 

“Perhaps it is simply the pain of my courses.  I’m supposed to bleed soon, right?”  Joy finally pulled her face from the pillow and sat up. 

“Have you not begun yet?”

“No…”  Joy trailed off.  “Oh, lord have mercy.  The ball was three months ago now, right?”

“I suppose so.  Oh no…”  You trailed off, “My Lady, what happened when I left for the Prince’s chambers?”

“I… made a promise not to say a word.”  Joy chewed on her lower lip, “Sir Peter came to find me.  We had such a stimulating conversation and he wanted to continue it.  It was an accident, but we touched and…”

“Lady Joy!”  You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands, “Why has he not come to call?”

“He’s from Rome, like our princess.  He left the next morning.”  Joy wailed, a dam breaking within her and her tears flowed down her cheeks.  “Dear Y/N, I am so sorry I didn’t tell you!  I thought you wouldn’t want to hear it after everything with the prince and-”

“You need not apologize to me, my Lady.”  You took her in your arms and patted her hair while she cried for a few minutes,  “I know it must be so difficult to be without him.”

“It feels like my heart has been torn from my chest!” 

“My Lady, please let me fetch the doctor.  If you are with child then we must know.  While he’s here, I think he should see me, too.”  You winced as you spoke.

Lady Joy pulled away from you instantly, her eyes as wide as saucers.  Her eyes dipped from your face down to your stomach.  You chewed on your lip, wondering if it was seriously possible that both of you were with child at the same time.  You hadn’t experienced the nausea that most women report but you noted that your courses were late last month, and certain smells that once pleased you were now nauseating.  

“Would that mean that…”  Joy trailed off. 

“I believe so, miss.”

“Fetch the doctor.”  Joy scrambled out of bed and threw the drapes closed.  “And… fetch mother.  I fear we will need to retire to the countryside for the rest of the season.”

Your hand drifted to your stomach, now churning with fear.  You met Joy’s eyes and for a moment.  Anxiety swirled between you as the consequences of your actions hovered over your shoulders.  

For a moment, both you and Joy remained still.  

Then, you did what you do best.  You rose to your feet and walked head-first into your duties and your future.  Without your prince.

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Rose Garden - Part One - Lee Know Smut

↳Pairing: Prince!Lee Know x Maid!afab reader

↳Words: 7,800

↳Warnings: SMUT 18+ only!!!!! Minors DNI!!!!!, Lee Know has a dirty mouth, unprotected sex (we all know the drill), inexperienced virgin!reader, Lee Know also might be a virgin but idk, pretty vanilla stuff, power dynamics, creampie, multiple orgasms, multiple (2) positions, semi-public sex, they almost get caught but aren't, angst, a mention of throwing up but no one does

↳Summery:  You are a maid for one of the ladies eligible for a chance to see if they are the prince's soulmate. You join your lady and attend the tea party but you grow bored and wander off. After a while, you stumble across a beautiful rose garden and an even more beautiful man- though he's not very nice.

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↳Notes: Long story short, I work a lot and I'm tired but I'm trying to get these written!!!

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Part One

“MOTHER!”  JOY COMPLAINED loudly, “Do I really have to go to this ridiculous ball?” 

“Yes, darling,” Joy’s mother, Mrs. Park, flitted around the room and checked each of the offerings of the maids, “Tonight is vital.  You must catch the eye of the Prince!”

“What if he's not my soulmate, though?”  Joy pouted, which you caught through her vanity mirror as you carefully curled her hair. 

“Darling, when you’re this high up in society you can’t be concerned about all of that soulmate dribble!  You are a lady!  You are out in society and your position matters!”  Mrs Park insisted.  She made her way over to the vanity and gestured for you to move aside. 

Wordlessly and obediently, you stepped aside to let Joy’s mother take over your task of doing Joy’s hair.  You backed away to stand with the other maids who were holding various jewelry options for this afternoon’s tea party.  

Joy looked absolutely stunning, which was truly no surprise.  As one of the higher ladies of the court, she had to be.  Whenever she went to these tea parties or balls, it was part of your job to make sure she looked her best.  You did her hair, helped her into whichever gown was chosen for the event, and applied the perfect amount of rouge to her cheeks.  As her dedicated ladies maid, you also had to cater to her every whim.  

Technically, you weren’t allowed to be friends with the lady you served but you and Joy had gotten rid of that ages ago.  As her mother rambled on about the importance of holding the family’s position in society, Joy locked eyes with you through the vanity mirror and rolled her eyes.  You had to stifle your giggle into your hand and pretend it was a sneeze in order for the other maids to ignore you. 

“Mother, the prince does absolutely nothing for me.  We would be an awful match!”  Joy whined. 

“Joy, I won’t keep telling you why you have to attend this event.  This is your last chance to catch the Queen’s eye.  If you don’t then they will choose a bride for him this evening at the ball.”

“But every eligible girl in society will also be peacocking around!  There’s no way I could ever stand out.”

“Joy!”  Mrs Park scolded with a light smack to her shoulder.  She moved away and gestured for you to continue your task.  “Ms. Y/N, please do your best work.  You are serving the potential future princess of our fine country!”

“Mother!”  Joy screeched, but Mrs Park made her way out of the room before Joy could whine much more.  “Y/N, you’d better make me look like a monster!”  

“Ma’am, I’ve heard that the Prince is a fine young man!”  You chimed in as you went back to putting small crystals into Joy’s dramatic updo.

“Oh, come on, please don’t call me that when mother isn’t around.  It makes me feel like an old maid.”  Joy pouted. 

“Of course.  Which jewelry set do you want to go with your dress?”  You waved over the other maids, who hurried over to present their offerings.  Joy perused them for a moment before pointing at a silver and blue set to complement the rich navy she had on.

“I don’t know why mother insists on jewel tones.”  Joy sighed, “She knows I prefer pastels.  All the other girls will be wearing pastels to tea!”

“Or maybe they won’t!  This is the last chance to impress the Queen before she makes the decision for him.”

“I hope she’s decided already.  I think I’d hate being married to a prince.  What if he’s dull?”  Joy sighed.

“Honestly, they probably chose his intended ages ago and they’re doing all this for the sake of some social events and entertainment,” You suggested innocently.  

Joy gasped in horror and turned to look at you.

“How dare you insult the royal family!”  She exclaimed.  Her eyebrows furrowed and your heart dropped into your stomach.  You hadn’t meant to-

Joy cracked a smile.  She giggled openly, which helped your muscles relax.  She was just joking.

“Don’t frighten me so!”

“I will never reprimand you for voicing your opinions, even about the royal family.  I believe we are well past that, don’t you?”  Joy turned back to the mirror and you got back to work on her hair. 

You were able to breathe a little better. 

Once Joy had her hair done and her jewels put on, she got up and started towards the door.  You bowed as she left and mentally ran through the list of duties you had to attend to once she left.  Tidy the closet, dust the shelves, make her bed, wash her pillow cases and-

“Oh,” Joy sighed, her hand on the doorknob, “I do wish you could come with me.  You make much better company than any of the other ladies.”

“I wish I could go too, Miss.”  The formality slipped out, but she allowed it. 

“Maybe you could go.”  Joy mused, “I could demand you accompany me in case I have a fainting spell or something.  I suddenly feel one coming on.”

She shot you a mischievous grin.  

“You just want to paint all afternoon."

For almost ten years she’d been faking fainting spells in order to either get out of an event or get you to go with her.  You were surprised that she hadn’t faked one today.  Despite the dramatic navy gown and the sparkly jewelry, Joy preferred to spend her days with you in the greenhouse painting away.  Each year for your birthday she gifted you a blank sketchbook and some pencils and often invited you to paint with her.  You weren’t nearly as good as her, but it allowed for you to have something to do together.  An even playing field.  No titles. 

“You caught me.  What can I say?  I prefer painting with my best and only friend in the ton over mingling and pretending to hope for the Queen’s approval.”  Joy mused for a few long moments.  Then, terrifyingly, her eyes lit up.  She opened the door and called out into the house.  “Mother! Y/N is joining us to the ball today!  I shall require her assistance changing into my other gown for the ball.”

“What?”  You gawked.

Joy closed the door and turned to you triumphantly.

“Crystal,”  Joy turned to one of the other maids, “Please prepare my pink and blue gown with the flowers and sapphires on the bodice for the palace with the fullest underskirt you can find.  Oh, and the pink set of jewelry that Papa gave me for Christmas!  Y/N, go prepare your best dress!  You’re going to the royal ball!”

~!~!~!~!~!~

Joy’s scheming got you right where she wanted you.  If you had the chance, you definitely would have stayed home but you were in no position to refuse her.  Joy’s mother wasn’t thrilled that you were there but at this point she knew that there were some battles you just don’t win.  

It wasn’t as if there was much for you to do at this party anyway.  Joy made you change into your event uniform, which was really just a cleaner black-and-white version of what you normally wore.  Today you wore a long black dress with a white lace apron layered over the skirt, with a white collar and cuffs.  

All well and good if the tea party wasn’t outdoors.

By all means, the temperature outside was quite pleasant unless you had to stand off to the side with the other ladies maids in direct sunlight.  All of you had delicate sheens of sweat along the backs of your necks as you waited to be summoned by your respective ladies.  Some of the maids you’d seen before and had decent friendships with.  The great part about being a maid is that almost all of them were into gossip, as if they were reading a dramatic-real life romance novel. 

“Ryujin, you’ll never believe it!”  Yuna exclaimed, “Mr Lee proposed to Lady Shim last week!  They had a few moments together in the garden and he got down on one knee and he had a ring prepared and everything!”

“How romantic!”  Ryujin squealed, “Did she accept?”

“Honestly, I’m in disbelief!  She didn’t refuse him but she said she needed time to think.  It’s possible that she’s hoping to be chosen by the Queen but she can’t be selected if she’s betrothed.”

“Have any of you actually seen Prince Minho?”  Ryujin sighed, “I mean, Mr Lee is a catch.  Why would she turn him down?”

“I saw the prince once!”  Lia, another maid into all the gossip, chimed in eagerly, “He is unbelievably handsome.”

“Oh, shove it.  You only saw the back of his head once.” Yuna rolled her eyes, “I saw him once a few weeks ago.  He is, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men I’ve ever set my eyes on!”

“What about you, Y/N, have you seen the prince?”  Ryujin turned the attention onto you.

“No, I’ve only heard about him from Lady Joy.  She has no interest in him.”

“Well, I think he actually plans on attending this event alongside the Queen, so hopefully we should get a glimpse of him soon!”

“Why aren’t they searching for his soulmate?  I heard that a soulmate match makes for more successful breeding.”  You asked.

“That was the purpose of these parties all month!  They’ve been bringing in all the ladies and the princesses of neighboring countries to each try their hand at being his soulmate but no one suitable has been found,” Ryujin explained, “If he doesn’t find his soulmate tonight then the Queen will choose one of the offers submitted by various other royal or noble families.”

“This is all so dull,” you sighed, “Who cares about soulmates and politics.  All we can do is watch!  At this rate I’ll die an old maid.”

“If you find your soulmate I’m sure your lady will let you marry!”  

“Only if he’s someone of my rank.”  You rolled your eyes, “It looks like Lady Joy is enjoying herself so I think I might go for a walk, care to join me?”

“Goodness, no.  I would get in trouble if I ever left my lady’s sight!”

“Well, tell her I had to find the servant’s quarters if she asks about me.” 

You didn’t know why Joy wanted you along so badly if she was only going to get caught up in the other ladies she was friends with.  You figured a turn around the gardens wouldn’t be such a bad thing, especially since no one was paying any attention to you.  Also, this might be the only chance you ever got to see the royal garden.  

Quietly, you slipped away from the other maids and turned to venture deeper in the gardens.  The party was relatively localized so there were acres of untouched flora to explore.  Maybe, if you were lucky, there would be a pond or a fountain to sit by and watch.  Something about water always fascinated you. 

The sun warmed your skin as you walked through the hedges and trees.  The cobblestone paths crunched delicately beneath your shoes.  Flowers and shrubs lined the path, allowing for a delicate floral scent to fill the air.  You sighed happily when a light breeze helped the aroma into your nose.  

By all means, this was the perfect day for a tea party.  The only thing missing was the tea.  The more you thought about it the more a cup of tea sounded wonderful, but you would have to wait for a cup until you got back to the house and put Joy to bed.

As you walked you occasionally passed by other maids or servants of the palace but they paid you no mind.  Your finer uniform gave the impression that you belonged within the palace walls, but you knew you did not.  Your family was intimately entwined with the Park family.  From birth you were predestined to be Joy’s lady's maid.  You feared that you would never do anything else. 

When you were a little girl you used to dream of entering the palace.  As a child, it was as a woman of nobility who got to wear all of the pretty dresses that Lady Joy got to wear and dance at all the balls.  However, as you got older you figured that the more realistic track would be for you to enter the kitchen and work as a servant.  There was little to no chance of changing rank and now that you were a proper soulmate-seeking adult, you had to accept your reality.  Nothing would ever change for you.

Then the gardens began to change. 

The standard hedges turned into lofty lattice structures.  The wood was painted white and the structures created square arches over the path.  Lattice fences lined the walkway as well.  Vines snaked up the structures and overhead, creating lovely shadows that helped to soothe the sweat pearling at the back of your neck.  The white gravel turned to cobblestones under your feet.

Soon, however, flowers began to appear on the vines.  As you ventured deeper into the garden, roses of every color began to decorate the lattice and the arches.  There were several stripes of color.  Several feet of white roses, then orange, then red, then purple.  The soft aroma of the roses wafted into your nose and you sighed happily.  The occasional iron bench lined the path and you had half a mind to sit down and take a rest for a while. 

“Goddamn it!”  A voice carried from a crevice in the hedges and you jumped.  The exclamation was soon followed by a loud thump and a groan of pain. 

On instinct, you gasped and went to find the source of the noise.  The second groan of pain helped you navigate the maze of lattice fences with roses on them.  The path curved into a generous arch before an opening into the center of the garden appeared.  You dipped through a circular hedge gate until you emerged into probably the most beautiful place you’d ever seen in your life. 

In the center of a generous opening was a stone gazebo with lattice fences lining it.  Those, of course, had large rose bushes wound throughout making the gazebo feel like a proper enclosed building.  A delicate trickling stone fountain of a woman pouring water into a basin sat in front.  A plethora of garden trimming tools like shears and a basket of weeds sat at the stone woman’s feet.  Along the back wall were more fences lined with roses so you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised to see the man on the ground near them. 

The man wore a pair of brown trousers and a white flowy top that hung off his shoulders and showed off his milky collarbones.  He wore a pair of black boots that went up just below his knees.  You couldn’t see his full face but you knew only from his profile that he would be beautiful.  He groaned and wiped his hands on his pants before standing back up.  He sighed and fixed his cuffs before turning and seeing you at the entrance to the small garden.  Instantly, his face morphed into one of horror and he backed away from you slowly.

“Leave immediately!”  The man commanded in a sweet and melodic voice that was a strong contrast to his barked orders, “And tell no one what you saw!”

“I… I’m sorry!”  You dipped down into a low curtsey, even though you couldn’t tell who he was.  Judging from the dirt on his pants and the trimming shears on the ground by your feet, you had something of an idea. 

“Didn’t I tell you to go?”  He asked again after you hesitated to move. 

“I do apologize but… I appear to have lost my way and-”

“You lost your way?  Isn’t it required of the help to know their way around this oppressive castle?”  The man rolled his handsome cat-like eyes and he tossed a hand through his rich brown locks. 

“I… Well, I am just visiting.”  Your throat closed as you spoke.  He glared at you, making you feel small under his intense gaze. 

“Ah, you’re just visiting then?  For the party?  Well, that makes you forgiven for your presence here.  You shouldn’t be away from your post.”  The man scoffed, making you doubt that he was serious about his words. 

“Sir, I’m truly sorry.  I got lost.  If you could tell me the way out then I will-”

“I will tell you.”  The man sighed in defeat, “but only if you tell no one where you were or what you saw.”

“Sir, no one would believe me anyway.  If you wish to escape then it’s none of my business.”  

“You are just a ladies maid, I suppose.  Fine, if you go back through the arch and turn left then-”  the man paused.  

He finally looked up at you and straight into your eyes.  You were shocked by how strangely warm his eyes were, despite the neverending glare.  The sunlight was hitting them just right and making his eyes a swirling exhibit of chestnut and gold.  The crease between his eyebrows softened after a moment before his entire face relaxed and he sighed.  

“Sir?”

“Look, I’m…”  he winced before he forced out the next words, “I’m sorry.  I am under a lot of stress right now and I shouldn’t be taking it out on you.”

“What kind of stress?”  You blurted out your question before you could stop yourself.  You knew you had to get back to your duties but something about this man kept your feet glued to the ground. 

“Have you ever had a huge obligation?  Like, something that has been planned practically since your birth that you can’t get out of?”  He paused to gauge your reaction.  You shook your head.  “I suppose not.  Anyway, it’s like there’s all this theater to pretend like my life is up to me but I know that it’s not.  I will be the subject of command my entire life and I can’t take it anymore.  I need to get out of here before it’s too late.”

“And you’re trying to climb the rose bushes?”

“Not successfully, I might add.  Those bristles are sharp.  But it’s the only place in the garden that has any sort of structure that can get me out.”

“Do you need some assistance, sir?”  You took a bold step deeper into the garden and towards the beautiful man. 

“Assistance?”  he chuckled, “You mean you would help me try to get over this fence?”

“Well, if you truly don’t want the life that’s been planned for you, why go through with it?  I believe that everyone should have a chance to live the life they want.  Granted, that’s not completely realistic in this society…”  

“It’s not?”  The man blinked at you in surprise, as if he was genuinely learning of hierarchy for the first time.

“Well, no.  Everybody has their master.  There’s no room for dreaming.  So, I think that if you have the opportunity to escape and follow your dream then you should.  What is your dream, if not this?”  You gestured vaguely to the flowers.  

“I want to live a simple life.  I want to be in control of myself and who I love.  I don’t want anyone to decide for me who I’m supposed to be with.  I don’t want anyone looking over my shoulder all the time.”

“Then go!  I’m certainly not stopping you.  It looks like there’s a place to grip the fence up there, if you want me to give you a lift?”  You moved a little closer, tearing your eyes off of the beautiful stranger and up at the lattice fence.  

“You?  Want to give me a lift?  Are you sure you wouldn’t be crushed under my weight?”

“I am a ladies maid, sir, I would sooner be crushed under the laundry I must do after the ball this evening.”  

The man smiled at you.  The first warm gesture since you’d met.  For a moment, the smile almost seemed… endearing.  

You couldn’t deny that being under his gaze made you weak in the knees.  Whoever this escapist gardener was, he was handsome.  You enjoyed the sound of his voice as it wafted through the air.  It sounded sweeter than the scent of the bold blooms surrounding you.  Sunbeams that were cast through the flowers landed on his golden skin, making him practically glow.  Your time together was fleeting… and you wanted more of him.

“Come,”  he gestured with his hand for you to move closer.  You appreciated the contrast from only a few moments ago. 

You followed his command and floated closer to him.  Your feet practically moved on their own, as if you were being drawn to him like a magnet. 

“You’re so obedient when you want to be.”  He complimented.  He turned towards the wall and put his hands on his hips.  He scanned it until he found the patch of white wood that wasn’t covered in the thorny flowers or their leaves.  “I think that will work, like you said.  Why don’t you come stand right here and-”

He turned and suddenly put his hands on your shoulders.  You gasped at the contact but let him move you into position by the wall.  As he dropped his hands from your shoulders, the tips of his fingers grazed against the back of your hand.  The man stopped speaking at the skin-on-skin contact, but he also didn’t stop touching you.  His fingers lingered there for a few seconds before he pulled away entirely. 

“I’m sorry, do forgive me.  I know that was careless but-”  He began but he was cut short by a gasp.  

You both gasped at the same time when the tell-tale arousal ripped up your spine.  It was practically instantaneous how you went from completely normal to, in a matter of seconds, dripping and empty.  You watched as his trousers grew tighter as an erection swelled under the fabric.  Both of you stared at each other for a few horrible seconds.  Of all places to meet your soulmate, why here?  Why now?

Your gaze flickered from his eyes to his mouth and you almost audibly groaned.  His pretty pink lips were parted slightly and they looked shiny with spit.  All you wanted to do was taste him.  From the way his eyes flicked down to your lips, you could only assume he wanted the same.

“You?”  He breathed out. 

“I could go,” you offered, though you could barely recognize the sound of your own voice.  He stared at you for a few long seconds.

“Don’t you dare.”

Then his mouth was on yours.  No ceremony, no build-up, just pure urgency.  His hands circled your waist as he waited for you to respond to his kiss.  Your eyes were open for a second as you contemplated the new situation, but before you knew it your eyes closed and you kissed him back.  He wasted no time in twisting his head and deepening the kiss.  Your inexperience didn’t seem to bother him as he worked his mouth with yours.  

He kissed you as if his life was on the line, as if this was the last time you would ever see each other.  For a moment, you wondered if that was true.  

The thought left your mind the moment his tongue swiped at your lower lip, requesting entrance.  You wasted no time in parting your lips and pushing your tongue against his.  You wondered if he really did taste like honey or if that was the soulmate hormone talking.  Your hands curled into his hair and he moaned at the contact.  Gratefully, you swallowed every noise that came from him.  

“I need to have you now,” he mumbled against your lips, “Please, let me have you.”

“I’m yours for the taking.”  

He wasted no time at all.  

In an instant, he was pushing you into a corner of the rose garden that was just out of sight of the entrance.  There wasn’t a bench or anything to sit on and he didn’t have anything to cushion the ground, but it didn’t really matter to either of you.  The emptiness between your legs was probably going to kill you if you didn’t have him immediately, so you pulled him to the ground and straddled his lithe hips. 

He gasped in surprise when his back hit the ground, but he grinned at your enthusiasm.  The kiss broken, you worked together to get your skirts out of the way and he tugged at your undergarments.  He glared at them like they were offensive to him personally.  He shot you a quick smirk before the sound of tearing fabric met your ears.

“Hey!  I kind of need those.”  You protested.

“I want to see what’s mine.”  

He lifted his head off the ground to gaze at your dripping sex.  You wonder if he could tell how wet you were just by a little kissing.  He moved one of his hands towards your center, shooting you a quick glance as if to ask permission.  The moment you nodded, the tips of his fingers grazed your outer sex and you gasped at the touch.  The mere touch alone tasted sweet.  

His fingers explored further, slipping beneath your lips to prod at your drenched hole.  He sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed his index finger into the first knuckle. 

“Damn, angel, you’re so wet.  This is all for me, hm?”   He pulled his fingers away and you groaned at the lack of contact.  Your eyes widened when he slipped his pointer finger into his mouth and lapped at your essence.  His eyes rolled into the back of his head at your taste before he looked up at you with eyes clouded with lust.  “Angel, I wish we had time for you to sit on my face so I can drink you up but right now I think I’ll die if I’m not inside you soon.” 

Honestly, you shared the sentiment.  You reached for the laces on his britches and tugged at them.  He leaned back and watched you wrestle with his pants for a few minutes.  However, it didn’t take him long to get needy himself and soon his fingers were joining yours. 

Together, you freed the laces and pushed his pants down just enough for his cock to pop out and slap onto his lower belly.  You were thankful that his shirt had ridden up a little in your efforts.  His dick, while being the only real one you’d ever seen, looked perfect.  It was thick and long and the head was a gorgeous shape of pink that matched his kiss swollen lips.  Since turning twenty one and being told about some of what to do, you had an idea of what was about to happen.  

“Have you ever seen one before?”  He grasped his cock with one hand and stroked it a few times.  His other hand gripped your waist and maneuvered you into place above him. 

“No, I’ve only heard about them, sir.”  You gasped when something hot and wet glided through your lower lips.  

“They really don’t teach you girls anything, do they?”  He tsked and pressed the head against your dripping hole.  With how wet you were, it could have slipped right in with no resistance.  “I’m going to put it inside you now.  There might very well be some discomfort, but you’re so wet I think you’ll drown my cock, so I think you’ll be fine.”

“Please, put it in.”  You practically begged, lowering your hips and accepting him into you.

You let out an embarrassingly loud moan when the head breached your entrance and began pushing inside you.  Your swollen walls stretched to accommodate him readily.  Like he said, there was a little discomfort from the initial stretch but there was no pain.  He moved the hand that was on his dick to your waist and used both hands to help you descend onto him.  You squeezed your eyes shut and let it happen.

When your hips were flush with one another, your thighs were shaking with effort.  You dropped your hands to his chest and held on for stability.  You kept your weight off him as much as you could, aside from how your pussy was finally wrapped around his delicious cock.  

“Are you alright?”  His soft voice made your eyes snap open to look at him.  His eyebrows were furrowed in concern and his grip on you tightened.  “You need not hold yourself up.”

“I am quite heavy, sir.  I don't want to crush you.”

“Nonsense.”   He growled, pushing down on your hips hard enough for your legs to give out.  Your full weight descended onto his hips, shoving his cock deeper into you and causing you both to let out groans of satisfaction.  The pressure of him being fully sheathed inside you made you want to cry.  It was as if he’d split you open.

Instantly, he lifted a hand to press it over your mouth.  Effortlessly, he pushed his hips up, held you in the circle of his arms and rolled you so you were on your back.  He shifted his hips a little bit just to be sure he wouldn’t slip out of you while he changed your position.  Once he was over you, dick still lodged within your warm and wet walls, he leaned down to whisper against your ear. 

“We don’t want to get caught, do we?  Stay quiet while I ruin you, yeah?”  

He kept his hand across your mouth as he ground his hips into you.  You groaned against his skin as the friction sent sparks of pleasure up your spine.  All of the discomfort of being filled melted away until all you could feel was absolute pleasure.  His cock massaged your insides perfectly with every single thrust.  He was so deep you could practically feel him in the back of your throat.  

You gazed up at him through your eyelashes, watching his face as he fucked you.  Every time he pushed in, his face contorted into a beautiful picture of pleasure.  Droplets of sweat trickled down his face, giving his skin a glowing sheen.  He gazed right back down at you, locking your eyes together with every grind of his hips.  From this angle, his shirt dipped down and you could see the expanse of his collarbones and chest.  You wished you had a better angle without all these pesky clothes in the way so you could see his cock as it entered you.

You mumbled against his sweaty hand, tasting the addicting salt of him.  

“Can you stay quiet if I take my hand away, my angel?”  He moaned lowly as a particularly deep thrust made you clench around him.  You nodded rapidly and he slowly pulled his hand away.  “What is it?”

“Faster,”  you begged.  You slightly pulled your knees up and your skirts away to give him more room.  “Please, sir, want to feel you.”

“Do you think you can handle it, precious angel?”  He threw two quick, hard thrusts into your heat and you bit back a pitiful moan.  You nodded quickly at his question.

“Please, I want more.”  You parted your knees a little more and it was his turn to moan.  He buried his head in your neck so that he could not be heard outside of your bubble. 

“Since you asked so nicely,”  He groaned and he began to pick up the pace.  Each thrust made an audible noise as your skin collided.  The burn between your legs grew and you reveled in the feeling.  

“S-so good,”  you reached for him to tangle your fingers in his hair, desperate for something to hold onto, “Don’t stop, sir.”

“Never, Angel.  Never.  You feel so fucking good.  So wet and tight for me.   Just wanna be inside you all the time, never wanna pull out.  You’re mine, yeah?  All mine, just mine.”  

His hands were everywhere.  He grabbed at your neck, your chest, reached below your skirts to grab your thighs before circling up towards a distinct target.  You weren’t sure what he was doing until his fingertips were collecting your slick and circling up your slit.  You didn’t think it could get much better until he circled a spot that had you biting his shoulder to keep from moaning loudly.  He grinned and kept his efforts focused on that spot.  

The pleasure began to mount.  Something pulled taut in your stomach and your legs began to shake.  A string in your belly tensed.  Your pussy ached from his constant rough thrusting but it sent sparks of pleasure all the way down to your toes.  

“Sir, please… please it feels-”  You weren’t sure what you were begging for but your soulmate seemed to double his efforts.  He thrust harder and pressed a little more on the swollen bundle of nerves at your center.  

“It’s okay, angel.  Just lay back and feel.  Don’t think of anything else.  Cum for me,”  He peppered kisses on your sweaty neck and collarbones.  

You focused on the pleasure building within you.  The peak approached you quicker than you would have liked, but before you knew it something wondrous washed over you.  Your thighs clenched around him and a choked moan caught in your throat.  You grabbed onto his shoulders and dug your nails into his skin, desperate for something to hold onto as a powerful orgasm washed over you.  

Your soulmate kept pushing his thick cock into you, but he slowed down to help you ride out your orgasm without overwhelming you.  Something sticky slipped out of you and he was sure that you’d left a gorgeous white ring of cum at the base of his cock.  

His angel had given him a halo.

He moved his hand away from your clit and anchored his elbows by your head.  He landed several soft kisses on your cheeks and lips but you were too far gone to respond.  Your ears were ringing and all you could think about was the avalanche of pleasure between your legs.  Waves of your orgasm made your thighs quiver a little.  You stared at the leaves above you and the golden streaks of light that stole in from the gaps.  The world slowly formed around you.  When you met his eyes, he smiled warmly.

“There you are.”  He whispered.

“That was… amazing.”  You sighed, but it turned into a gasp as your soulmate rocked his hips into yours a few times. 

“Angel, I still need to cum, too.  We can stop if you want but I need to-”

“Yes!  Please, keep going.”  You begged suddenly.  Your walls ached from the exertion but you also craved the feeling of him inside you even more. 

“Yeah?”  He groaned lowly as he pushed into you again.  He moaned into your neck as his pace began to increase more and more.  “Good.  Fuck, angel, I can’t wait to cum inside you.  Please can I cum inside you?”

“Yes, please!”  You begged.  

You knew what could happen if he came in you and you didn’t really want that right now, but the desire and the need to feel his release inside of you overpowered every other thing in the world.  You probably wouldn’t have cared if the prince walked in on you at this point.  

Your soulmate’s thrusts began to pick up speed.  The overstimulation in your pussy stung but you gritted your teeth through it.  His moans got higher in pitch and he panted wetly against your neck.

“I’m getting close, angel.”  He grunted above you.

His thick cock speared into you over and over again.  His heavy balls slapped against your ass and you just knew that he would have a lot of cum to give you. 

Your assumption was proven right only moments later.  He groaned loudly, shoved himself as deep into you as he could go, and his milky release coated your insides.  The pressure and the warmth against your cervix made your skin tingle at the base of your spine and you figured you could probably cum again.  You reached down between your legs and gasped to find your center slick and messy.  You rubbed your fingertips around until you hit your clit.  

It only took a few short rubs before your cunt clamped onto him.  He moaned at the feeling.

He thrusted shallowly into you a few times to ride out his high and every push resulted in another generous spurt of cum inside you.  It was as if your orgasm triggered his to last longer.

Finally, he slumped against you.  He did his best to keep his full weight off you but at this angle it couldn’t be helped.  You didn’t mind.  Despite the warmth of the day and the fact that your skin was sweat slicked, you needed him close.  

Together, you laid on the ground in each other’s arms for a few seconds.  The afterglow began to set in.  You craved his body close.  It must have only been seconds because a loud voice boomed through the garden, startling you both back into the real world. 

“Where is he!  He is going to be late to his own party!  I don’t care what he wants!  He’ll be an embarrassment to the royal family if he doesn’t make an appearance!  Search the grounds, go!  Now!”  A stern voice barked.

“Oh, shit.”  Your soulmate muttered. 

In an instant, he slid out of you, stood up and worked on redoing the laces on his pants.  His nimble fingers got the job done in almost no time.  It left you to quickly gather yourself.  Your undergarments were ripped but you could tie the scraps a little to keep yourself somewhat decent.  You fixed your skirts and started to get up, but your soulmate spoke again.

“Let me.”  His soft voice sounded sweet, like the roses.

He offered you his hand and he helped you rise to your feet and brush off the leaves and petals from your skirt.  When you met his eyes, you were shocked by the grief swimming in them.

“Are you okay?”  You reached out to cup his cheek in your hand but he flinched away from your touch.

“I’m sorry, I must go.”  He turned on his heel and started out of the garden. 

“Wait… what?”  You gasped out and followed him a few steps. 

“I must go.  I’m sorry, I wish I could stay but… I’ve waited too long and duty calls.” 

“But… wait, shouldn’t we talk about this?”  You followed him to the archway that led into the garden.  He stopped abruptly, his back to you for a few seconds.  His breath heaved.  When he turned to face you, his eyebrows were hardset.

“No.  I’m sorry, this shouldn’t have happened.  You can’t be my soulmate.  They would never allow it.  Let’s try to forget this ever happened, okay?  It’s for the best.”  His hard voice sent a shock down your spine.

You stared at him in surprise.  He didn’t give you the time to retort before he was stalking away and disappearing into the green.  You hurried after him but quickly found that you had no idea where you were going.  The turns and the bushes all looked identical.  

Tears welled in your eyes.  The more you searched for him, the more lost you became.  You ran blindly through the garden, your dress swirling at your ankles.  The sun beat down on you and a bead of sweat dripped down your temple.  Was it sweat on your face, or tears?  Was it sweat dripping down your legs, or cum? 

You ran until you bumped into a palace maid.  Both of you cried out in surprise and fell back.  You were unable to stop yourself from crying.  The other maid scolded you for making her drop her washing, but she stopped after a moment when she noticed your hysterical state. 

“Are you alright?”  She asked tentatively. 

“I don’t know… I… my soulmate… the party!  I’m lost!  What if… my mistress… she needs me.”  You wailed, dropping your head into your hands. 

“Are you a ladies maid for one of the ladies at the party?” 

“Yes.  I only stepped away for a moment but I got lost!”

“It’s okay!  It’ll be okay, I promise.”  The maid soothingly rubbed your arm.  “Let’s get you back to the party, okay?  You’re not far.”

The maid led you through the garden.  You followed blindly, not really paying any attention to where you were going.  The garden didn’t hold as much beauty as it did a few minutes ago.  You kept your eyes peeled for the gardener.  Your soulmate.  

Like she said, it wasn’t long before soft music filled the air.  A harp, by the light, airy sound of it.  Then the murmur the guests followed.  Before anyone could come into sight, the maid turned around and stopped you. 

“You look a mess, my dear.  Let’s clean you up first.  You don’t want your lady to see you in this state, do we?”  The palace maid gently wiped away your tears and smoothed your hair.  She pulled a few leaves out of the tangled strands. 

“Why are you being so nice to me?”  You sniffled.  The maid smiled sadly. 

“My soulmate is above my standing, too, love.” 

“What?  No, it’s the gardener… he just ran off and-”

“There.”  The maid smoothed your hair one last time.  “Go on!  You don’t want to keep your lady waiting.”  

Before you could think to ask what she meant, the maid hurried back into the garden, leaving you alone with your thoughts.  

Only moments ago, you were with the person you were meant to be with but now you were alone.  Your body ached and your eyes burned from crying.  You needed a drink.  

Instead, you held your head high and ventured back into the garden where the party was in full swing.  So to speak.  A few women danced in a clearing next to the pavilion where the musicians played.  Mostly, people milled about, sipped on drinks, and snacked on hors d'Oeuvres.  The girls wore various lightly colored pastel dresses that glittered and shimmered in the sunlight.  If you were sweating in your dress, you were certain that the girls in attendance would be feeling faint.  Luckily, there were several open-air tents pitched around the garden where the girls who weren’t partaking in the festivities could rest. 

It came to no surprise to you that Joy had set up underneath one of the tents.  You made your way over to her and she waved at you the second she saw you weaving through the crowd.  You hurried to her side and you curtsied deeply in apology.

“Miss, I apologize for slipping away without saying anything first, I-”

“You what?”  Joy blinked at you in surprise.  “You know what, it’s okay.  It’s no matter.  I called you over because the prince is about to make his entrance!  I wanted you to get a good look at him.  There’s a tiny chance he’ll be my soulmate, afterall.”

“It might be nice to live at the palace.”  You cleared your throat, hoping that she wouldn’t catch on to the fact that tears still brimmed in your eyes. 

“It is quite pretty, isn’t it?  I’m not sure if I could stomach all of the royal duties.  Waving at crowds, kissing babies, the politics within the court.  How exhausting!  Maybe if he’s handsome then this wouldn’t be so bad.”  Joy sighed, “Y/N, how I wish you were a lady.  I would rather sit with you, gossip, and share this food with you.  Maybe I should have dressed you up in one of my gowns and pretended you were my cousin from out of town.”

“I’m afraid I’d be useless at one of these parties.” 

“Nonsense!  Didn’t I teach you to dance when we were teenagers?  You know all the steps.”  Something clicked in Joy’s head and she jumped.  “A-ha!  Y/N!  I had Crystal pack an extra gown and corset in case I spilled tea on this one.  After the party, let’s dress you in that!  You can attend the ball with me!  Not as a maid, but as a friend.”

“Miss!  I don’t think that would be proper.  I am only a maid and-”

“No one will recognize you!  Once you put on a gown, no one will be the wiser.  What do you say?” 

“I’m not sure if that’s wise-”

“ALL RISE.”  A voice boomed over the party. 

The music and the murmur of the crowd lulled and faded out.  A butler stood up a few stairs on a path towards the palace.  He stood tall and held a cone in his hand in order to amplify his voice.  Those who were seated scrambled to their feet, Joy included. 

“I am here to announce the entrance of the Royal Prince Lee Minho!  All bow!”  The butler screamed into the cone.  A few birds squawked and flew out of their nest that was in a tree along the back wall of the garden.

The musicians played a fanfare.  You joined in bowing with all of the guests and maids at the party.  The music swelled and you peeked up to see if you could catch a glimpse of the prince. 

His footsteps echoed on the stone path.  His pants were blindingly white but it was offset by a blood red officer's coat, adorned with a sash and multiple medals of honor.  A golden circlet crown sat atop his head.  His stoic face- wait.

That face. 

That gait. 

His cat-like eyes surveyed the crowd, taking in his subjects.  Prince Minho’s shoulders were set and broad.  There was no happiness in his face and, in fact, his eyes looked a little puffy as if he’d just woken up or if… he’d been crying.  

His face was one you knew well.  You’d know him anywhere.  It would be impossible to forget the man whose cum was currently dripping down your legs. 

Your stomach lurched and you could have sworn that you were going to throw up.  

“Lady Joy?”  You whispered. 

“Hm?”

“I’ll take you up on it.  I want to go to the ball.”  

You looked back up at the Prince to find him staring right back at you.  He showed no surprise on his face, only melancholy.  

Horror settled inside you when the realization washed over your senses.  Everything and nothing made sense all at once. 

Prince Minho was your soulmate.

Part Two ->

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During The Rainstorm - Chapter One

↳ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Yoon Seol (OC)

↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to lovers, non!idol au, angst

↳ Summery: Yoon Seol, a young poet, is forced to gather her wits and attend her cousin's wedding on Jeju Island. The last time she took a trip, she learned that her boyfriend was cheating on her so she doesn't want a reminder of that fateful weekend or the man who ended up saving her from the mortifying situation. Hwang Hyunjin. They embark on a memorable weekend that leaves Seol scared of abandonment so she herself leaves before she can get hurt again. She thinks she's in the clear until she walks into the wedding hall and sees Hyunjin again and he does not look happy to see her. Can she repair the relationship? Does she even want to? How much longer can she ignore her feelings for the handsome, successful, and charismatic Hwang Hyunjin? Only time will tell.

↳ Series warnings: Language, short chapters >.< , eventual smut, future mentions/allusions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, mentions of heavy anxiety, the OC has a couple of panic/anxiety attacks, mentions and depictions of cheating. I think that's it.

↳ Read on my A03: Here

↳ Masterlist: Here

↳ Notes: This is a repost of this series and I think a re-upload of the first chapter. I also am taking the liberty of making a name change of one of the characters. Woojin and Minho are switching names/characters.

Chapter Two >

August

THE SOFT TOUCH of his fingers lingered on her skin for hours even after she left.  Before, he sat with her at the dirty plastic table outside the convenience store as she rambled mindlessly with no end to her distress.  She drank the first bottle of soju by herself but he shared the second one with her.  Sometimes she was angry while other times she cried into her sleeve. She blamed her tears on the spiciness of the ramyeon, but both she and the man across from her knew the truth. 

“How could Woojin do this to me?  I thought for once that maybe someone would like me.  And... just me... you know?  Am I really that bad?”  Seol lamented.

“I don’t know.  I think you’re definitely better than her.  In my opinion the girl he was with wasn’t even that pretty.”  He shrugged, tossing his head back and wincing at the burn from the shot of alcohol.

“Right!  I mean, it’s not like I think I’m a ten out of ten, but she was barely even a five.  I don’t get it.”  Seol threw her hands up and he grinned at her.  One of his shallow dimples dented his cheek and Seol huffed at the sight.  “No fair.”

“What?”

“Your dimples.”  She pointed towards his sharp cheekbones, which gave his face a pixie-like charm.  “They’re an unfair advantage.  People with dimples are automatically ten times more attractive than anyone else.  Maybe that’s it.  Maybe she has dimples and I don’t.”  

“Mine aren’t even that deep.”  He palmed his cheek thoughtlessly.

Seol frowned and cupped her own cheeks with her hands.  The man just chuckled, deepening his dimples further.  Seol covered her face with her hands and sighed.  She hadn’t realized that her hair had fallen in front of her face until it brushed against her wrist.  Seol dropped her hands and looked up to see that he had reached forward and was gently pushing her hair away from her face.  His fingertips brushed over the curve of her ear and along the underside of her jaw, igniting her skin wherever he touched.  

“You look pretty with your hair down.”  He muttered under his breath, his gaze softening as he watched her.  Her eyes followed his plush lips as they spoke and she found herself jealous of his shot glass.

Maybe that was the moment.

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“EARTH TO YOON Seol!”  Eun Bi’s voice rang out and she waved a hand between the computer screen and the other woman.  “Hello?  We miss you in Seoul.”

“What?”  Seol blinked a few times, letting her gaze adjust.  The daydream in her head faded into the real world and she couldn’t remember what she was doing.  

Yoon Seol slipped her glasses off her face in order to press down on her temples.  The ache behind her eyes persisted and she sighed deeply, stifling a yawn building up in her throat.  The computer screen’s light was harsh today for some reason.  The clouds overhead were dark and Seol had to remind herself that it was due to the day coming to a close rather than an oncoming storm.    

“Where'd you go?”  Eun Bi tilted her own glasses down her nose to peer over them at her counterpart.  “Coming up with your next chapter, I hope.”

“Uh... yeah, that’s exactly where I was.”  Seol laughed it off, reaching up to tighten her ponytail before returning her attention to her laptop screen.  She squinted before she remembered her glasses. 

Once the glasses corrected her blurry vision, Writer Yoon Seol was met with her worst nightmare: an empty page in a blank document.  The traditional workday was long-over but the many writers with pressing deadlines didn’t have the luxury to clock off.  Seol had the luxury of a deadline a month away but Eun Bi wasn’t so lucky.  Her next piece had to be done by the end of the week.  For the last several hours, the pair of women had set up camp at the coffee shop across from the publishing company they were signed with, Antares Books, and were hard at work.  Seol wondered how the hell Eun Bi’s keyboard hadn’t caught on fire yet from how quickly she was typing.  

Seol’s keyboard, on the other hand, was growing cold and freezing over.  Writing used to come easily to her but these days it was as if something was missing.  She had several books on the shelf already and at this point she was worried that she had dried up already without having ever written a masterpiece.  Her name had never graced the news or been accompanied by the accolade ‘Best Seller’.  Her books didn’t do terribly, but they weren’t exceedingly popular.  She wasn’t sure if she had anything else left to say. 

“You know...”  Seol began and Eun Bi glanced up at her. 

“Oh no, don’t do this to me.”  She warned.

“Do what?”

“Leave me alone before 9pm.  You haven’t written a single word.”  

“That’s because I have nothing to write.  I’m running dry.”  Seol sighed, leaning back in her chair.  “I don’t think sitting here will do me any good.”

“Are you slacking because you’ve got that vacation this weekend?” 

“I’m not slacking.  I’m blocked.  There’s a difference.”  Seol rolled her eyes and began to gather her things. 

“Well, I guess Jeju Island is the best place to get unblocked.  I just wish I could go with you.”  

“I promise you that you don’t.  My cousin’s wedding isn’t exactly a vacation.”

“Weddings, especially tropical weddings, are the perfect definition of a vacation.  Maybe you’ll get out a collection of love poems or a romance novel.”  Eun Bi suggested.  “Or you could write an angry poem about how you hate getting sand in every orifice known to man.”   

“I doubt I’ll have much time to go to the beach, but that’s not a bad idea.”  Seol grinned, shoving her notebooks and laptop into her bag.  

“What the hell are you doing on Jeju Island if you don’t have time to go to the beach?  That’s why people even go in the first place.”  Eun Bi gasped. 

“My cousin wants me to read one of my poems at her ceremony.  You know, the long one from the Waves at the Beach collection.  I’m nervous that I’ll screw it up so I want to practice.”

“Well, that’s sweet that you’re doing it for her!  But I’m sure you’ll be fine.  Seriously.  I think she chose a good poem, too.”  

“Yeah... but there’s a reason I don’t do book signings or events or things like that.”  Seol shivered at the thought.  “My anxiety gets the best of me.”

“You’re scared that you’ll have a panic attack at the wedding?”  

“I’m so fucking nervous.”  Seol groaned, hiding her face in her hands.  “I write under a penname and don’t do public events so I don’t pass out on stage.  It’s very deliberate, you know.  This will be the first public event I’ve ever done.”

“Seol-ah,”  Eun Bi reached across the table and took Seol’s hand.  “These people are your family and your friends.  Perfect location and perfect audience. You couldn’t ask for a better first public event.”

“I guess.  Still, the last time I traveled things didn’t turn out too great so I’m not exactly looking forward to it.”  Seol leaned back in her chair.  Eun Bi sat back as well, grateful for a break.

“Look, you can’t compare every single trip you take to your trip to Busan.  This time you’re not going to surprise your scumbag cheating ex boyfriend with a romantic evening.  You’re going to celebrate true love.  Your ex won’t even be there.  I don’t think that asshole knows what love even is.”  Eun Bi insisted. 

“I know... I just don’t want a reminder of that weekend.”

“Your trip to Jeju is going to be completely different from your trip to Busan.  You have nothing to worry about.”  

“I guess...  Look, I need to head home and pack.  My flight is tomorrow afternoon and I haven’t even started.”  Seol finally gathered her bag onto her shoulder and rose to her feet. 

“If you must.  Call me when you get back, okay?”

Seol agreed, patting Eun Bi on the shoulder as she passed.  The air outside was warm and heavy from the looming clouds.  Seol made her way to the bus stop and glanced up at the schedule.  Her bus was less than five minutes away, thankfully.  Next she pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and checked the weather.  Seol glanced up at the rolling clouds, illuminated by the orange light pollution from the city. The wind blew through her messy ponytail and Seol grabbed her phone with both hands.  Her fingers shook as she typed in the website for the weather.  She scrolled through the site to read the predictions before looking at the radar.  

She took a deep breath and put her phone back in her pocket.  Her hands still shook, but she could breathe the thick air a little easier now.  The radar promise that there was a little bit of rain on the way but it would be nothing more than a little shower.  The clouds and the wind were enough to keep her heart pounding in her chest.  Just like her therapist taught her, Seol breathed in slowly through the nose and out through the mouth.  She hoped that once she got home then her heart would calm down.  

The bus arrived just in time to shield her from the first few drops of rain that fell from the sky.  Seol leaned her head against the window and watched the rain drops streak their way down the glass.  She traced one with her finger, almost wishing to feel the droplet of water under her touch rather than the cold window.  In all her life, there was only one instance in which she actually enjoyed a rainstorm, but that night was a distant memory and she wondered if she could ever find beauty in thunder and lightning again. 

Although dark storm clouds loomed in the distance, Seol barely noticed them.  She walked with him side by side down the street, peering into shop windows and glancing at the vendor carts.  His knuckles grazed hers every couple of steps and every single brush was lightning through her veins.  His touch sparkled things in her that she’d never even imagined before.  None of the shops had anything in the windows that caught her attention even half as much as he did.  

Hwang Hyunjin. Tall, boyishly handsome, and straight out of a romcom.  It was almost too good to be true.  The fact that she had been continuously annoyed with him from the moment she laid eyes on him this morning made it worse.  At the restaurant, the sight of his cheekbones that were sharper than a knife had sent her already rising blood pressure through the roof.  She already was in the mood to scream and curse and cry.  His arrival hadn’t helped the situation.  At least, not until it did help.  

Now just his touch was sending electricity through her.  

Seol pretended not to be affected as she peered closer at a street vendor selling scarves.  None of the patterns were quite her style but they served as a decent distraction from the next brush of his fingers.  Hyunjin kept his gaze on the offerings of the various shops as well.  The next stall was full of handmade jewelry and Seol perked up immediately.  She stepped up to the table and the shopkeeper greeted her warmly.  Hyunjin trailed behind, watching as Seol peered at the jewelry.  

“Wow, you have such great taste!”  The shopkeeper approved Seol's choice of a pair of earrings.  A pair of seashells made out of clear crystal.  “Those have been really popular.”

“Really?”  Seol smiled warmly.  She held the earrings up to her ear and peered in the small mirror set up on the table.  “Hyunjin-ssi, what do you think?”

“I think...”  He peered closer, not really seeing the earrings but instead being distracted by the brightest smile he’d seen from her all day.  “I think they suit you really well.”

“How much are they?”  Seol turned back to the woman. 

“Hm, well... normally they’d be 35,000 won, but you two make such a cute couple that I’ll give them to you for 30,000.”  The woman’s sly grin made Seol’s cheeks ignite.  

“Ah... we’re not actually a cou-”  Seol began, but was silenced by 30,000 won in cash appearing in front of her face.  The woman snatched it up before Seol could protest. 

“Thank you, ajumma.  I think they look really good on her, don’t you think?”  Hyunjin’s smile nearly blinded her.

Seol gaped at him, unable to believe how easily he handed over his money and played along with the misunderstanding.  Hyunjin’s easy smile took her off guard and she glanced down at the earrings in her hand.  The woman took them from her to put them in a bag.  Seol swallowed a lump in her throat.

Those same earrings taunted her from their perch on her jewelry stand, sparkling in the light.  Seol tried to ignore them as she removed her makeup and brushed her hair for bed.  Her suitcase lay open at the end of her bed with everything packed for her trip except for the dress she had to wear for the wedding.  Her cousin, Dayeon, had taken her shopping for a very specific color and it took them all weekend to find what Dayeon wanted.  Since Seol was reading at the wedding, Dayeon had a specific vision and Seol had no choice but to comply.  Seol was not one to wear pink, but the situation demanded it.  

Seol just wanted the weekend to be over already.  Eun Bi was onto something and she hoped that maybe the beach and the warm summer air would get some writing out of her.  For about a week after her trip to Busan back in February, Seol wrote until her fingertips bled.  She wrote a collection of poems so beautiful that her publisher wanted another collection as soon as possible.  It was from this very collection that Dayeon had selected the poem she wanted Seol to read.  However, now it was like she was all dried up.  She sat in front of the computer and stared at the empty document, willing something to come out but nothing happened.  The only time in the last six months where Seol could write a word was when she thought about... Busan.  

She shook her head, trying to clear the fog in her head.  Even now as she tried to shake away her trip, something bubbled up inside her.  Seol opened one of the drawers in her vanity and pulled out a spiral notebook with a worn down pencil tied to the top ring by a frayed blue string.  She flipped open the book to the last page she’d written on, four whole months ago.  The first line written at the top of the page sent a shiver down her spine. 

“I think I need to see you again... there’s something I need to say... Even though we know nothing about each other.”

Seol sighed and closed the book, shoving it back into the drawer and kicking it closed.  Now was not the time to be thinking about the past.  This weekend was quite literally the beginning of a future and she had to spend the next three days pretending that the world wasn’t weighing down her shoulders.  She made her way over to her closet where the dress hung off the door and in a clear plastic dress bag so the hem wouldn’t touch the floor.  While she wasn’t a fan of the dress itself, she couldn’t bear the thought of it getting wrinkled in her suitcase during the flight.  She wondered if it would be possible for the flight attendants to let her take the dress with her on the plane.  Of course, the people at the hotel would probably steam the dress for her if she asked.  

She sent a quick text to her cousin to ask for advice and sighed heavily when she got a phone call in return.  Seol answered the phone and put in on speaker so she could change into her pajamas. 

“I think you should just take it on the plane with you.  It probably won’t fit in your suitcase if you’re bringing a lot.”  Dayeon suggested. 

“There’s not a lot in my suitcase so it could probably fit.”  

“Oh wow, so then you’re not bringing two stacks of notebooks?  Now that’s what I call character development.”  

“Oh, shut up.”  Seol rolled her eyes.  “This isn’t a vacation, it’s a wedding.  Strictly business.”

“So how many notebooks are you bringing?”  Dayeon asked pointedly.  Seol tugged her sleep shirt over her head and glanced at the suitcase on the floor at the foot of her bed. 

“Um.  Three.”

“Three stacks or three notebooks.”

“Three notebooks, idiot.”  Seol rolled her eyes and slipped into bed, grabbing her phone on the way.  “I’m not going to spend the entire weekend writing.”

“Even though I know how much you want to.”  Dayeon teased.

“Look, you know that no matter how much I want to write I just can’t.  There’s nothing in my head.”  Seol groaned.

“There’s gotta be something in there.  You wrote Waves at the Beach a few months ago and it was really good!  You mean there’s nothing left?”

“I have nothing.  Besides, that’s not the point.  Do I need to bring the dress onto the plane with me or will it survive six hours in my suitcase?”  Seol reminded her. 

“Look, I had to take my dress with me on the plane since it’s expensive and I can't afford to stuff it into a tiny suitcase.  I think your dress will make it in your suitcase.  Besides, the hotel will steam it for you.”  Dayeon decided.

“That’s what I thought.  Thank you.”  Seol started to hang up, but Dayeon spoke again.

“You remember which poem I want you to read, right?” 

“Of course I remember, you won’t stop reminding me.  You picked the most disgusting poem out of the entire collection.  My least favorite.  So of course you would pick it.”  

“Why do you hate it?  It’s so beautiful!  I’m dying to know the whole story.”  

“It came from a moment of weakness.  I don’t exactly like to remember it.  Look, my flight is at the ass crack of dawn so I can make your absurd rehearsal brunch tomorrow, so I’ve gotta go to bed.”  

“Okay, okay.”  Dayeon laughed.  “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.  Text me when you land.  Minho and I will pick you up from the airport.”

“Got it.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Seol finally hung up the phone and plugged it into the charger.  She hesitated to lay down and found herself staring at the book on her bedside table.  A bookmark stuck out the top where she’d marked the poem that Dayeon so desperately wanted read at the ceremony on Saturday.  Seol grabbed the book and flipped it open to the page.  She remembered the moment that the words flooded into her head and the urgency in which she’d written them.  Her publisher loved the poem and now her cousin loved it, too.  Seol hated it and hated that even though it had been six months since she’d spoken to him, she meant every word.  The title of the poem was written across the top of the page and Seol wondered if she would ever feel that way again. 

The One Time I Was Not Afraid of Storms.

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Chapter Two >

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During The Rainstorm - Chapter One

↳ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Yoon Seol (OC)

↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to lovers, non!idol au, angst

↳ Summery: Yoon Seol, a young poet, is forced to gather her wits and attend her cousin's wedding on Jeju Island. The last time she took a trip, she learned that her boyfriend was cheating on her so she doesn't want a reminder of that fateful weekend or the man who ended up saving her from the mortifying situation. Hwang Hyunjin. They embark on a memorable weekend that leaves Seol scared of abandonment so she herself leaves before she can get hurt again. She thinks she's in the clear until she walks into the wedding hall and sees Hyunjin again and he does not look happy to see her. Can she repair the relationship? Does she even want to? How much longer can she ignore her feelings for the handsome, successful, and charismatic Hwang Hyunjin? Only time will tell.

↳ Series warnings: Language, short chapters >.< , eventual smut, future mentions/allusions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, mentions of heavy anxiety, the OC has a couple of panic/anxiety attacks, mentions and depictions of cheating. I think that's it.

↳ Read on my A03: Here

↳ Masterlist: Here

↳ Notes: This is a repost of this series and I think a re-upload of the first chapter. I also am taking the liberty of making a name change of one of the characters. Woojin and Minho are switching names/characters.

Chapter Two >

August

THE SOFT TOUCH of his fingers lingered on her skin for hours even after she left.  Before, he sat with her at the dirty plastic table outside the convenience store as she rambled mindlessly with no end to her distress.  She drank the first bottle of soju by herself but he shared the second one with her.  Sometimes she was angry while other times she cried into her sleeve. She blamed her tears on the spiciness of the ramyeon, but both she and the man across from her knew the truth. 

“How could Woojin do this to me?  I thought for once that maybe someone would like me.  And... just me... you know?  Am I really that bad?”  Seol lamented.

“I don’t know.  I think you’re definitely better than her.  In my opinion the girl he was with wasn’t even that pretty.”  He shrugged, tossing his head back and wincing at the burn from the shot of alcohol.

“Right!  I mean, it’s not like I think I’m a ten out of ten, but she was barely even a five.  I don’t get it.”  Seol threw her hands up and he grinned at her.  One of his shallow dimples dented his cheek and Seol huffed at the sight.  “No fair.”

“What?”

“Your dimples.”  She pointed towards his sharp cheekbones, which gave his face a pixie-like charm.  “They’re an unfair advantage.  People with dimples are automatically ten times more attractive than anyone else.  Maybe that’s it.  Maybe she has dimples and I don’t.”  

“Mine aren’t even that deep.”  He palmed his cheek thoughtlessly.

Seol frowned and cupped her own cheeks with her hands.  The man just chuckled, deepening his dimples further.  Seol covered her face with her hands and sighed.  She hadn’t realized that her hair had fallen in front of her face until it brushed against her wrist.  Seol dropped her hands and looked up to see that he had reached forward and was gently pushing her hair away from her face.  His fingertips brushed over the curve of her ear and along the underside of her jaw, igniting her skin wherever he touched.  

“You look pretty with your hair down.”  He muttered under his breath, his gaze softening as he watched her.  Her eyes followed his plush lips as they spoke and she found herself jealous of his shot glass.

Maybe that was the moment.

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“EARTH TO YOON Seol!”  Eun Bi’s voice rang out and she waved a hand between the computer screen and the other woman.  “Hello?  We miss you in Seoul.”

“What?”  Seol blinked a few times, letting her gaze adjust.  The daydream in her head faded into the real world and she couldn’t remember what she was doing.  

Yoon Seol slipped her glasses off her face in order to press down on her temples.  The ache behind her eyes persisted and she sighed deeply, stifling a yawn building up in her throat.  The computer screen’s light was harsh today for some reason.  The clouds overhead were dark and Seol had to remind herself that it was due to the day coming to a close rather than an oncoming storm.    

“Where'd you go?”  Eun Bi tilted her own glasses down her nose to peer over them at her counterpart.  “Coming up with your next chapter, I hope.”

“Uh... yeah, that’s exactly where I was.”  Seol laughed it off, reaching up to tighten her ponytail before returning her attention to her laptop screen.  She squinted before she remembered her glasses. 

Once the glasses corrected her blurry vision, Writer Yoon Seol was met with her worst nightmare: an empty page in a blank document.  The traditional workday was long-over but the many writers with pressing deadlines didn’t have the luxury to clock off.  Seol had the luxury of a deadline a month away but Eun Bi wasn’t so lucky.  Her next piece had to be done by the end of the week.  For the last several hours, the pair of women had set up camp at the coffee shop across from the publishing company they were signed with, Antares Books, and were hard at work.  Seol wondered how the hell Eun Bi’s keyboard hadn’t caught on fire yet from how quickly she was typing.  

Seol’s keyboard, on the other hand, was growing cold and freezing over.  Writing used to come easily to her but these days it was as if something was missing.  She had several books on the shelf already and at this point she was worried that she had dried up already without having ever written a masterpiece.  Her name had never graced the news or been accompanied by the accolade ‘Best Seller’.  Her books didn’t do terribly, but they weren’t exceedingly popular.  She wasn’t sure if she had anything else left to say. 

“You know...”  Seol began and Eun Bi glanced up at her. 

“Oh no, don’t do this to me.”  She warned.

“Do what?”

“Leave me alone before 9pm.  You haven’t written a single word.”  

“That’s because I have nothing to write.  I’m running dry.”  Seol sighed, leaning back in her chair.  “I don’t think sitting here will do me any good.”

“Are you slacking because you’ve got that vacation this weekend?” 

“I’m not slacking.  I’m blocked.  There’s a difference.”  Seol rolled her eyes and began to gather her things. 

“Well, I guess Jeju Island is the best place to get unblocked.  I just wish I could go with you.”  

“I promise you that you don’t.  My cousin’s wedding isn’t exactly a vacation.”

“Weddings, especially tropical weddings, are the perfect definition of a vacation.  Maybe you’ll get out a collection of love poems or a romance novel.”  Eun Bi suggested.  “Or you could write an angry poem about how you hate getting sand in every orifice known to man.”   

“I doubt I’ll have much time to go to the beach, but that’s not a bad idea.”  Seol grinned, shoving her notebooks and laptop into her bag.  

“What the hell are you doing on Jeju Island if you don’t have time to go to the beach?  That’s why people even go in the first place.”  Eun Bi gasped. 

“My cousin wants me to read one of my poems at her ceremony.  You know, the long one from the Waves at the Beach collection.  I’m nervous that I’ll screw it up so I want to practice.”

“Well, that’s sweet that you’re doing it for her!  But I’m sure you’ll be fine.  Seriously.  I think she chose a good poem, too.”  

“Yeah... but there’s a reason I don’t do book signings or events or things like that.”  Seol shivered at the thought.  “My anxiety gets the best of me.”

“You’re scared that you’ll have a panic attack at the wedding?”  

“I’m so fucking nervous.”  Seol groaned, hiding her face in her hands.  “I write under a penname and don’t do public events so I don’t pass out on stage.  It’s very deliberate, you know.  This will be the first public event I’ve ever done.”

“Seol-ah,”  Eun Bi reached across the table and took Seol’s hand.  “These people are your family and your friends.  Perfect location and perfect audience. You couldn’t ask for a better first public event.”

“I guess.  Still, the last time I traveled things didn’t turn out too great so I’m not exactly looking forward to it.”  Seol leaned back in her chair.  Eun Bi sat back as well, grateful for a break.

“Look, you can’t compare every single trip you take to your trip to Busan.  This time you’re not going to surprise your scumbag cheating ex boyfriend with a romantic evening.  You’re going to celebrate true love.  Your ex won’t even be there.  I don’t think that asshole knows what love even is.”  Eun Bi insisted. 

“I know... I just don’t want a reminder of that weekend.”

“Your trip to Jeju is going to be completely different from your trip to Busan.  You have nothing to worry about.”  

“I guess...  Look, I need to head home and pack.  My flight is tomorrow afternoon and I haven’t even started.”  Seol finally gathered her bag onto her shoulder and rose to her feet. 

“If you must.  Call me when you get back, okay?”

Seol agreed, patting Eun Bi on the shoulder as she passed.  The air outside was warm and heavy from the looming clouds.  Seol made her way to the bus stop and glanced up at the schedule.  Her bus was less than five minutes away, thankfully.  Next she pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and checked the weather.  Seol glanced up at the rolling clouds, illuminated by the orange light pollution from the city. The wind blew through her messy ponytail and Seol grabbed her phone with both hands.  Her fingers shook as she typed in the website for the weather.  She scrolled through the site to read the predictions before looking at the radar.  

She took a deep breath and put her phone back in her pocket.  Her hands still shook, but she could breathe the thick air a little easier now.  The radar promise that there was a little bit of rain on the way but it would be nothing more than a little shower.  The clouds and the wind were enough to keep her heart pounding in her chest.  Just like her therapist taught her, Seol breathed in slowly through the nose and out through the mouth.  She hoped that once she got home then her heart would calm down.  

The bus arrived just in time to shield her from the first few drops of rain that fell from the sky.  Seol leaned her head against the window and watched the rain drops streak their way down the glass.  She traced one with her finger, almost wishing to feel the droplet of water under her touch rather than the cold window.  In all her life, there was only one instance in which she actually enjoyed a rainstorm, but that night was a distant memory and she wondered if she could ever find beauty in thunder and lightning again. 

Although dark storm clouds loomed in the distance, Seol barely noticed them.  She walked with him side by side down the street, peering into shop windows and glancing at the vendor carts.  His knuckles grazed hers every couple of steps and every single brush was lightning through her veins.  His touch sparkled things in her that she’d never even imagined before.  None of the shops had anything in the windows that caught her attention even half as much as he did.  

Hwang Hyunjin. Tall, boyishly handsome, and straight out of a romcom.  It was almost too good to be true.  The fact that she had been continuously annoyed with him from the moment she laid eyes on him this morning made it worse.  At the restaurant, the sight of his cheekbones that were sharper than a knife had sent her already rising blood pressure through the roof.  She already was in the mood to scream and curse and cry.  His arrival hadn’t helped the situation.  At least, not until it did help.  

Now just his touch was sending electricity through her.  

Seol pretended not to be affected as she peered closer at a street vendor selling scarves.  None of the patterns were quite her style but they served as a decent distraction from the next brush of his fingers.  Hyunjin kept his gaze on the offerings of the various shops as well.  The next stall was full of handmade jewelry and Seol perked up immediately.  She stepped up to the table and the shopkeeper greeted her warmly.  Hyunjin trailed behind, watching as Seol peered at the jewelry.  

“Wow, you have such great taste!”  The shopkeeper approved Seol's choice of a pair of earrings.  A pair of seashells made out of clear crystal.  “Those have been really popular.”

“Really?”  Seol smiled warmly.  She held the earrings up to her ear and peered in the small mirror set up on the table.  “Hyunjin-ssi, what do you think?”

“I think...”  He peered closer, not really seeing the earrings but instead being distracted by the brightest smile he’d seen from her all day.  “I think they suit you really well.”

“How much are they?”  Seol turned back to the woman. 

“Hm, well... normally they’d be 35,000 won, but you two make such a cute couple that I’ll give them to you for 30,000.”  The woman’s sly grin made Seol’s cheeks ignite.  

“Ah... we’re not actually a cou-”  Seol began, but was silenced by 30,000 won in cash appearing in front of her face.  The woman snatched it up before Seol could protest. 

“Thank you, ajumma.  I think they look really good on her, don’t you think?”  Hyunjin’s smile nearly blinded her.

Seol gaped at him, unable to believe how easily he handed over his money and played along with the misunderstanding.  Hyunjin’s easy smile took her off guard and she glanced down at the earrings in her hand.  The woman took them from her to put them in a bag.  Seol swallowed a lump in her throat.

Those same earrings taunted her from their perch on her jewelry stand, sparkling in the light.  Seol tried to ignore them as she removed her makeup and brushed her hair for bed.  Her suitcase lay open at the end of her bed with everything packed for her trip except for the dress she had to wear for the wedding.  Her cousin, Dayeon, had taken her shopping for a very specific color and it took them all weekend to find what Dayeon wanted.  Since Seol was reading at the wedding, Dayeon had a specific vision and Seol had no choice but to comply.  Seol was not one to wear pink, but the situation demanded it.  

Seol just wanted the weekend to be over already.  Eun Bi was onto something and she hoped that maybe the beach and the warm summer air would get some writing out of her.  For about a week after her trip to Busan back in February, Seol wrote until her fingertips bled.  She wrote a collection of poems so beautiful that her publisher wanted another collection as soon as possible.  It was from this very collection that Dayeon had selected the poem she wanted Seol to read.  However, now it was like she was all dried up.  She sat in front of the computer and stared at the empty document, willing something to come out but nothing happened.  The only time in the last six months where Seol could write a word was when she thought about... Busan.  

She shook her head, trying to clear the fog in her head.  Even now as she tried to shake away her trip, something bubbled up inside her.  Seol opened one of the drawers in her vanity and pulled out a spiral notebook with a worn down pencil tied to the top ring by a frayed blue string.  She flipped open the book to the last page she’d written on, four whole months ago.  The first line written at the top of the page sent a shiver down her spine. 

“I think I need to see you again... there’s something I need to say... Even though we know nothing about each other.”

Seol sighed and closed the book, shoving it back into the drawer and kicking it closed.  Now was not the time to be thinking about the past.  This weekend was quite literally the beginning of a future and she had to spend the next three days pretending that the world wasn’t weighing down her shoulders.  She made her way over to her closet where the dress hung off the door and in a clear plastic dress bag so the hem wouldn’t touch the floor.  While she wasn’t a fan of the dress itself, she couldn’t bear the thought of it getting wrinkled in her suitcase during the flight.  She wondered if it would be possible for the flight attendants to let her take the dress with her on the plane.  Of course, the people at the hotel would probably steam the dress for her if she asked.  

She sent a quick text to her cousin to ask for advice and sighed heavily when she got a phone call in return.  Seol answered the phone and put in on speaker so she could change into her pajamas. 

“I think you should just take it on the plane with you.  It probably won’t fit in your suitcase if you’re bringing a lot.”  Dayeon suggested. 

“There’s not a lot in my suitcase so it could probably fit.”  

“Oh wow, so then you’re not bringing two stacks of notebooks?  Now that’s what I call character development.”  

“Oh, shut up.”  Seol rolled her eyes.  “This isn’t a vacation, it’s a wedding.  Strictly business.”

“So how many notebooks are you bringing?”  Dayeon asked pointedly.  Seol tugged her sleep shirt over her head and glanced at the suitcase on the floor at the foot of her bed. 

“Um.  Three.”

“Three stacks or three notebooks.”

“Three notebooks, idiot.”  Seol rolled her eyes and slipped into bed, grabbing her phone on the way.  “I’m not going to spend the entire weekend writing.”

“Even though I know how much you want to.”  Dayeon teased.

“Look, you know that no matter how much I want to write I just can’t.  There’s nothing in my head.”  Seol groaned.

“There’s gotta be something in there.  You wrote Waves at the Beach a few months ago and it was really good!  You mean there’s nothing left?”

“I have nothing.  Besides, that’s not the point.  Do I need to bring the dress onto the plane with me or will it survive six hours in my suitcase?”  Seol reminded her. 

“Look, I had to take my dress with me on the plane since it’s expensive and I can't afford to stuff it into a tiny suitcase.  I think your dress will make it in your suitcase.  Besides, the hotel will steam it for you.”  Dayeon decided.

“That’s what I thought.  Thank you.”  Seol started to hang up, but Dayeon spoke again.

“You remember which poem I want you to read, right?” 

“Of course I remember, you won’t stop reminding me.  You picked the most disgusting poem out of the entire collection.  My least favorite.  So of course you would pick it.”  

“Why do you hate it?  It’s so beautiful!  I’m dying to know the whole story.”  

“It came from a moment of weakness.  I don’t exactly like to remember it.  Look, my flight is at the ass crack of dawn so I can make your absurd rehearsal brunch tomorrow, so I’ve gotta go to bed.”  

“Okay, okay.”  Dayeon laughed.  “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.  Text me when you land.  Minho and I will pick you up from the airport.”

“Got it.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Seol finally hung up the phone and plugged it into the charger.  She hesitated to lay down and found herself staring at the book on her bedside table.  A bookmark stuck out the top where she’d marked the poem that Dayeon so desperately wanted read at the ceremony on Saturday.  Seol grabbed the book and flipped it open to the page.  She remembered the moment that the words flooded into her head and the urgency in which she’d written them.  Her publisher loved the poem and now her cousin loved it, too.  Seol hated it and hated that even though it had been six months since she’d spoken to him, she meant every word.  The title of the poem was written across the top of the page and Seol wondered if she would ever feel that way again. 

The One Time I Was Not Afraid of Storms.

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Chapter Two >

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During The Rainstorm - Masterlist

Summery: Yoon Seol, a young poet, is forced to gather her wits and attend her cousin's wedding on Jeju Island. The last time she took a trip, she learned that her boyfriend was cheating on her so she doesn't want a reminder of that fateful weekend or the man who ended up saving her from the mortifying situation. Hwang Hyunjin. They embark on a memorable weekend that leaves Seol scared of abandonment so she herself leaves before she can get hurt again. She thinks she's in the clear until she walks into the wedding hall and sees Hyunjin again and he does not look happy to see her. Can she repair the relationship? Does she even want to? How much longer can she ignore her feelings for the handsome, successful, and charismatic Hwang Hyunjin? Only time will tell.

Chapter One - August

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

More coming soon

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new to the blog but abt those felix throughts 😍😍 felix whos so tired of the members calling him innocent and babying him. yea its nice from time to time but hes a grown man ! so he goes 100% hard dom on you just so your moans can be heard in the dorm 🫣 also he would totally cover you in bite marks and hickeys just so he can get his point across to his group 💕

now THAT's what I'm taking about skhsfdlkfjsdlkfj

Like we all know that Felix is a lil guy with too much love in his body but soft =/= sub. He's a man very comfortable in his identity and the power he holds over you. Felix just wants to make his baby feel good but he also wants to prove a point...

Smut and warnings below the cut. MINORS DNI!!!!!!

↳  Words - 2.7k (and some change)

↳Warnings: SMUT duh, Soft!Dom Felix (I'm still getting used to writing Hard!Dom anyone) and a tough of Hard!Dom Lix at the end, afab!reader, relatively vanilla, fingering (f receiving), P in V, unprotected sex (don't), multiple orgasms, exhibitionism?, hickeys

You loved his innocent vibe!  You really did!  His angelic smile and his sweet words and actions is what drew you to him in the first place.  He was nothing but romantic and sweet all the time.  The best communicator, respectful of your boundaries, always treated you like a princess.  Honestly everyone needs their own personal Felix!!

But he’s tired.  He can’t help it.  All of his friends baby him so much!  Like Changbin said himself, Felix is happiness personified!  But enough is enough.  His sweet exterior is giving him a reputation he doesn’t want.  When his friends talk about their sex lives, they always make these jokes that Felix must be a little pillow prince who takes what he’s given and lets his partner take the lead.  In fact, his friends bet, he’s as innocent as can be and maybe you and him don’t even have sex at all!

He’s still grumbly about it when you get to the dorm one night, just to spend a little time together in between schedules.  He greets you with his normal warm hug and a sweet peck but you can sense something is off.  

Initially you stay in the living room to continue watching the movie the other guys are watching.  It’s some action film you couldn’t give two shits about.  Your legs are swung over Felix’s lap and he’s gently massaging your calves and thighs while he stares at the screen.  You can hear a few of the other guys snickering but you can’t make out what they’re saying.  When you glance at Felix, his eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is set.  Honestly it’s kind of hot and makes heat pool between your legs.  Let’s be honest though…. It’s Felix.  Almost everything he does can get you wet.

The boys laugh again and you note that it’s during a not particularly funny part of the movie.  This is where Felix breaks.  He pushes your legs off him and grabs your hand.

“Come on, babe, this isn’t very interesting.  Let’s go to my room.”  Felix whispered to you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

Your body immediately went hot and you had a feeling you knew what was on his mind.  He dragged you to his room and tossed the door shut behind him. 

His hands were cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss before the latch had fully closed.  You could simply melt into his kisses.  They always were deep and full of every ounce of love in his body.  Tonight, however, his lips were urgent and demanding. 

“I need you baby, please.”  He whispered against your mouth.  The need to show his friends that he wasn’t a little boy anymore coursed through him, but he would stop if you gave the word.

“Lix, I need you too.”  You managed out between kisses, “But what about the guys?  They’re right outside and-”

“Remember what we talked about last month?”  Felix kissed down your neck and pushed you back towards the bed. 

How could you forget?  Most of the time you and Felix had sex it was very mutual.  You didn’t do a whole lot of powerplay.  Maybe a sprinkling here and there when the situation was right, but Felix loved it when sex was a mutual expression of love.  A few weeks ago he asked you about exploring power play a little more and maybe experimenting with some kinks.  One of them was being listened to.  Not necessarily the real thing, but pretending like someone could walk in on you at any moment. 

With the boys right down the hall, that one held more risk than normal. 

“You wanna try it?”  You asked.  The back of your knees caught on the edge of the bed and you sat down.  Felix weaved his fingers through your hair and bent down to kiss you.  You parted your knees instinctively and Felix settled between them. 

With him above you like this, you felt small under him.  The thrill it gave you made your heart speed up.  You gripped his slim waist to pull him closer. 

“I want them to hear you while I fuck you dumb,” Felix’s voice dropped and octave.  It sent a shiver down your spine.  You always loved it when he got like this.  When he got too horny, his voice dropped and it made you wet in an instant.

Felix’s hands made quick work of your clothes.  He wasted no time in getting you naked, leaving your top and jeans in a pile on the floor.  Even though you hadn’t expected to have sex on this visit, you still wore one of your cuter underwear sets.   Baby pink with a little bit of lace at the top of the cups of the bra and the top of the panties, made even more innocent by a tiny rose in the center of both pieces. 

Felix swallowed thickly at the sight.  

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”  Felix whispered.  He maneuvered you onto the bed and hovered over you.  You clawed at his shirt, urging him to take it off.  He smirked and tugged it off.  “Just say the word and I’ll stop, okay?  Until then you're going to let me do whatever I want with you, right baby?”

“Yes, baby.”  You nodded in understanding.

You groaned at the sight of his chiseled chest.  Those gorgeous, defined ab muscles and his perfect little pink nipples made your mouth water.  Everything about him was beautiful from his head to his toes.  Not to mention his cock.  Speaking of, you wanted to see it immediately.  You tried to reach for his pants but he grabbed your wrists and shoved you back against the bed. 

“No touching without permission, got it baby?”  He cooed, “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.  I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?  It doesn’t take much to get my baby worked up.”

Felix slipped his hand into your underwear and seemed unfazed by the amount of slick in your panties.  To be honest, you thought that there should have been more.  The sudden show of power had your cunt gushing and clenching around nothing and you needed him inside you, um, yesterday. 

“Felix, please!”  You cried, pushing your hips up into his hand.  His digits rubbed small, slow circles on your clit.  Just enough to feel good but not enough to actually get anywhere. 

“What do you want, baby?  Good girls use their words.”  Felix chided, his fingers slipping lower to tap against your entrance but not going in. 

“I want you to touch me!  Please!”  You kept your voice quiet so that no one outside the door could hear you, but that wasn’t what Felix wanted. 

“You want me to touch you?  Alright, baby, I’m feeling nice today.”  Felix kept his eyes on your face as he slipped two of his fingers into your tight hole with basically no resistance.  He watched as your face screwed up in pleasure and your lips parted in a silent moan.  “Come on you can do better than that.”

With that, Felix pumped his fingers into you.  Quick thrusts wouldn’t get him where he wanted to go so he opted for long, deep strokes that pressed the pads of his fingers onto that special spot he’d found a few weeks ago.  The ball of his hand pressed deliciously against your clit with every thrust.  You swallowed a moan and turned your head to press your face into your arm to help silence yourself. 

At this, Felix threw three quick thrusts of his fingers into you.

“Uh uh,” he chided, “I want to hear those beautiful noises of yours, baby.  Let me know how good I’m making you feel, yeah?”

He pressed a few more deep and precise thrusts into you and this time you complied with a long, drawn out moan.  Felix grinned.  He continued like this for a few minutes, pressing his fingers in as deep as possible.  He resorted to pressing his hand against your clit and his fingers massaging that spot within you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.  You’re drenching my fingers already.  I can’t wait until you cream my cock, baby.  Keep moaning, just like that.”

He has you clenching and cumming on his fingers in seconds.  It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he gets your thighs shaking.  You’re moaning so loudly that you’re certain that the others can hear you.  Felix smiles through the whole thing.  His eyes are dark as he watches you cum just from his fingers. 

“Good girl, there it is.  Let’s see if you can take my cock, yeah?”

“Please.”  You moan loudly. 

Felix pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss.  He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere in the room.  Next he strips from the rest of his clothes and his cock slaps against his stomach.  Precum pearled at his tip and your mouth watered.  You longed to take him in your mouth and suck him until he came but he had other plans.

“Hands and knees.  Now.”  Felix demands.  He pumps his cock a few times to make sure he’s hard enough.  How could he not be, though, as he watches you climb onto your hands and knees and present your ass and your glistening hole to him.  He leans over you and brushes his cock along your swollen folds.  “Good girl.  God, you have the most perfect ass…”  Felix palmed it appreciatively before pulling his hand back and landing a firm slap on the flesh.

“Fellix!”  you gasped when he landed a second slap.  

“That’s right, baby, remember who’s name you’re screaming when I make you cum.”  Felix’s deep voice rumbles. 

He lined up his tip at your entrance and rubbed it through your folds a few times, reveling in the way he could make you shiver every time his cock grazed your over-sensitive clit.  When you least expected it, Felix pushed his cock into your tight, warm cunt.  You both moaned out in unison when he bottomed out.  His long, thick cock filled you up perfectly.  It was as if your pussy was designed for him.  Felix swore that he could spend the rest of his life between your legs.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, darling?”

With that, he began thrusting.  Sometimes adjusting to someone’s cock in you is a thing of myth.  You can never get used to how perfectly he fills you up.  It may not be the longest, but it’s thick and it stretches you more than anything or anyone else ever has.  His cock has a perfect little curve to it that hits that little spot inside you whenever he angles his hips just right. 

Tonight, he’s determined to get all of the sounds out of you that he can.  So every single thrust is designed to do just that.  He shoves himself into your snug heat as deep as he can go every single time.  It’s like you can feel him in your throat.  Every thrust pushes his hips flush with your ass.  He takes a hand and presses on your back to push your chest onto the bed.  

“Fuuuuuck baby, you feel so good.”  Felix moaned, “Always so warm and tight for me, baby.”

“You feel so good inside of me,”  You moan back, struggling to get your words out between Felix’s rough thrusts, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Come on, moan for me baby, show them how good I make you feel.”

As if you had a choice.  His thrusts were hard and he shifted his hips until his tip speared into that spot over and over again.  Felix had found that spot by chance a few weeks ago when he was fingering you and now he made it a point to seek it out every time.  

Felix’s hand curled around your bodies and his fingers made contact with your clit immediately.  At this, you keened and let out the loudest moan of the night.  Your cunt clamped onto Felix’s cock and he bit his lip to keep from cumming right there.  Your tight, wet heat eas driving him crazy but you had to cum first.  

He could have sworn that the TV volume lowered.

“Come on baby, cum for me.”  Felix grunted, his finger swirling around your swollen clit.

Your walls clenched and fluttered around him.  Something in your belly pulled taut and you rocked yourself back on Felix’s cock.  The extra bit of friction made the coil pull tight.  You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to let your body relax so that Felix could take over and bring you to orgasm.  Your moans grew louder and louder as you got closer.

“Yes, yes, yes!”  You cried, “Fuck, Felix!  Right there!”

“That’s a good girl, cream my cock, baby.”  

The sound of the TV in the front room had stopped all together.

The extra pressure of you pushing back onto his cock was just the right thing.  The intense pressure in your stomach suddenly released all at once.  Your legs trembled and your body shook.  Felix took over and gripped your hips tightly.  He slowly guided your hips down towards the bed so you were laying flat, continuing his intense thrusts into your cunt.  He leaned over you and pressed his lips to the back of your neck. 

“Felix, don’t stop,”  you moaned, arching your back into him to keep his dick lodged inside you as deep as possible.  

Your orgasm washed over you in waves, each one resulting in a gush of wetness between your legs.  His hips kept drilling into you diligently.  He kissed along your shoulders and neck, sucking dark marks onto your skin.  The second you rolled over, he’d give you hickeys on your neck and breasts to match these.

When he sensed your orgasm coming to an end, he slowed his hips but kept his cock lodged within your tight walls.  He hadn’t come yet but he knew he had to give you a short break before he sought his own orgasm. 

“Was I loud enough?”  You giggled,  “What was that about?”

“The guys were making fun of me, saying things like… I couldn’t be a dom because I’m too innocent, that I’m just a pillow prince and I let you do all the work.”  Felix peppered soft kisses on your skin. 

“That’s not it at all baby!  We just like sex to be reciprocal, that’s all.”

“I know, but I guess I needed a little ego boost.”  Felix shrugged.

“Well if I get to come like that every time we need an ego boost, by all means,”  You giggled, rubbing your ass back into him and making his cock slide against your puffy walls, making you both gasp.  “I think you could stand to be a little meaner, though.”

“What?  You want me to be mean to you?”  Felix stared at you with large eyes.

“Maybe a little more.”

“Oh, so you want me to call you my own little personal slut?”  Felix whispered in your ear.  That tantalizing voice of his made your cunt clench on him.  “Oh so you would like that?  I should have known you’d be a little cock-hungry slut.  Can’t go a single day without my cock in you, is that it?”

“Mmhm…”  You nodded, eyes suddenly a little teary but in the best way.  You pushed your hips back against his again.  He groaned and pressed a hand to your hip to stop your movements.

“If you keep going like that I’m gonna treat you like a little cocksleeve, got it?  I’ll stuff you with enough cum to keep you full for weeks.  You want that, baby?”

“God, yes,” your eyes rolled back at the thought of feeling even fuller than you were now.

“Then relax, my pretty slut, we’re just getting started.”  Felix growled. 

His hand slipped under you to press lightly against your tummy, the pressure pushing your g-spot effortlessly against the tip of his cock.  He’d hardly have to aim at all like this.  You let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fill you up ‘til your cute little cunt can’t handle it anymore.  M’ cum is all yours.”

[causeilikelix]

new to the blog but abt those felix throughts 😍😍 felix whos so tired of the members calling him innocent and babying him. yea its nice from time to time but hes a grown man ! so he goes 100% hard dom on you just so your moans can be heard in the dorm 🫣 also he would totally cover you in bite marks and hickeys just so he can get his point across to his group 💕

now THAT's what I'm taking about skhsfdlkfjsdlkfj

Like we all know that Felix is a lil guy with too much love in his body but soft =/= sub. He's a man very comfortable in his identity and the power he holds over you. Felix just wants to make his baby feel good but he also wants to prove a point...

Smut and warnings below the cut. MINORS DNI!!!!!!

↳  Words - 2.7k (and some change)

↳Warnings: SMUT duh, Soft!Dom Felix (I'm still getting used to writing Hard!Dom anyone) and a tough of Hard!Dom Lix at the end, afab!reader, relatively vanilla, fingering (f receiving), P in V, unprotected sex (don't), multiple orgasms, exhibitionism?, hickeys

You loved his innocent vibe!  You really did!  His angelic smile and his sweet words and actions is what drew you to him in the first place.  He was nothing but romantic and sweet all the time.  The best communicator, respectful of your boundaries, always treated you like a princess.  Honestly everyone needs their own personal Felix!!

But he’s tired.  He can’t help it.  All of his friends baby him so much!  Like Changbin said himself, Felix is happiness personified!  But enough is enough.  His sweet exterior is giving him a reputation he doesn’t want.  When his friends talk about their sex lives, they always make these jokes that Felix must be a little pillow prince who takes what he’s given and lets his partner take the lead.  In fact, his friends bet, he’s as innocent as can be and maybe you and him don’t even have sex at all!

He’s still grumbly about it when you get to the dorm one night, just to spend a little time together in between schedules.  He greets you with his normal warm hug and a sweet peck but you can sense something is off.  

Initially you stay in the living room to continue watching the movie the other guys are watching.  It’s some action film you couldn’t give two shits about.  Your legs are swung over Felix’s lap and he’s gently massaging your calves and thighs while he stares at the screen.  You can hear a few of the other guys snickering but you can’t make out what they’re saying.  When you glance at Felix, his eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is set.  Honestly it’s kind of hot and makes heat pool between your legs.  Let’s be honest though…. It’s Felix.  Almost everything he does can get you wet.

The boys laugh again and you note that it’s during a not particularly funny part of the movie.  This is where Felix breaks.  He pushes your legs off him and grabs your hand.

“Come on, babe, this isn’t very interesting.  Let’s go to my room.”  Felix whispered to you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

Your body immediately went hot and you had a feeling you knew what was on his mind.  He dragged you to his room and tossed the door shut behind him. 

His hands were cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss before the latch had fully closed.  You could simply melt into his kisses.  They always were deep and full of every ounce of love in his body.  Tonight, however, his lips were urgent and demanding. 

“I need you baby, please.”  He whispered against your mouth.  The need to show his friends that he wasn’t a little boy anymore coursed through him, but he would stop if you gave the word.

“Lix, I need you too.”  You managed out between kisses, “But what about the guys?  They’re right outside and-”

“Remember what we talked about last month?”  Felix kissed down your neck and pushed you back towards the bed. 

How could you forget?  Most of the time you and Felix had sex it was very mutual.  You didn’t do a whole lot of powerplay.  Maybe a sprinkling here and there when the situation was right, but Felix loved it when sex was a mutual expression of love.  A few weeks ago he asked you about exploring power play a little more and maybe experimenting with some kinks.  One of them was being listened to.  Not necessarily the real thing, but pretending like someone could walk in on you at any moment. 

With the boys right down the hall, that one held more risk than normal. 

“You wanna try it?”  You asked.  The back of your knees caught on the edge of the bed and you sat down.  Felix weaved his fingers through your hair and bent down to kiss you.  You parted your knees instinctively and Felix settled between them. 

With him above you like this, you felt small under him.  The thrill it gave you made your heart speed up.  You gripped his slim waist to pull him closer. 

“I want them to hear you while I fuck you dumb,” Felix’s voice dropped and octave.  It sent a shiver down your spine.  You always loved it when he got like this.  When he got too horny, his voice dropped and it made you wet in an instant.

Felix’s hands made quick work of your clothes.  He wasted no time in getting you naked, leaving your top and jeans in a pile on the floor.  Even though you hadn’t expected to have sex on this visit, you still wore one of your cuter underwear sets.   Baby pink with a little bit of lace at the top of the cups of the bra and the top of the panties, made even more innocent by a tiny rose in the center of both pieces. 

Felix swallowed thickly at the sight.  

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”  Felix whispered.  He maneuvered you onto the bed and hovered over you.  You clawed at his shirt, urging him to take it off.  He smirked and tugged it off.  “Just say the word and I’ll stop, okay?  Until then you're going to let me do whatever I want with you, right baby?”

“Yes, baby.”  You nodded in understanding.

You groaned at the sight of his chiseled chest.  Those gorgeous, defined ab muscles and his perfect little pink nipples made your mouth water.  Everything about him was beautiful from his head to his toes.  Not to mention his cock.  Speaking of, you wanted to see it immediately.  You tried to reach for his pants but he grabbed your wrists and shoved you back against the bed. 

“No touching without permission, got it baby?”  He cooed, “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.  I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?  It doesn’t take much to get my baby worked up.”

Felix slipped his hand into your underwear and seemed unfazed by the amount of slick in your panties.  To be honest, you thought that there should have been more.  The sudden show of power had your cunt gushing and clenching around nothing and you needed him inside you, um, yesterday. 

“Felix, please!”  You cried, pushing your hips up into his hand.  His digits rubbed small, slow circles on your clit.  Just enough to feel good but not enough to actually get anywhere. 

“What do you want, baby?  Good girls use their words.”  Felix chided, his fingers slipping lower to tap against your entrance but not going in. 

“I want you to touch me!  Please!”  You kept your voice quiet so that no one outside the door could hear you, but that wasn’t what Felix wanted. 

“You want me to touch you?  Alright, baby, I’m feeling nice today.”  Felix kept his eyes on your face as he slipped two of his fingers into your tight hole with basically no resistance.  He watched as your face screwed up in pleasure and your lips parted in a silent moan.  “Come on you can do better than that.”

With that, Felix pumped his fingers into you.  Quick thrusts wouldn’t get him where he wanted to go so he opted for long, deep strokes that pressed the pads of his fingers onto that special spot he’d found a few weeks ago.  The ball of his hand pressed deliciously against your clit with every thrust.  You swallowed a moan and turned your head to press your face into your arm to help silence yourself. 

At this, Felix threw three quick thrusts of his fingers into you.

“Uh uh,” he chided, “I want to hear those beautiful noises of yours, baby.  Let me know how good I’m making you feel, yeah?”

He pressed a few more deep and precise thrusts into you and this time you complied with a long, drawn out moan.  Felix grinned.  He continued like this for a few minutes, pressing his fingers in as deep as possible.  He resorted to pressing his hand against your clit and his fingers massaging that spot within you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.  You’re drenching my fingers already.  I can’t wait until you cream my cock, baby.  Keep moaning, just like that.”

He has you clenching and cumming on his fingers in seconds.  It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he gets your thighs shaking.  You’re moaning so loudly that you’re certain that the others can hear you.  Felix smiles through the whole thing.  His eyes are dark as he watches you cum just from his fingers. 

“Good girl, there it is.  Let’s see if you can take my cock, yeah?”

“Please.”  You moan loudly. 

Felix pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss.  He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere in the room.  Next he strips from the rest of his clothes and his cock slaps against his stomach.  Precum pearled at his tip and your mouth watered.  You longed to take him in your mouth and suck him until he came but he had other plans.

“Hands and knees.  Now.”  Felix demands.  He pumps his cock a few times to make sure he’s hard enough.  How could he not be, though, as he watches you climb onto your hands and knees and present your ass and your glistening hole to him.  He leans over you and brushes his cock along your swollen folds.  “Good girl.  God, you have the most perfect ass…”  Felix palmed it appreciatively before pulling his hand back and landing a firm slap on the flesh.

“Fellix!”  you gasped when he landed a second slap.  

“That’s right, baby, remember who’s name you’re screaming when I make you cum.”  Felix’s deep voice rumbles. 

He lined up his tip at your entrance and rubbed it through your folds a few times, reveling in the way he could make you shiver every time his cock grazed your over-sensitive clit.  When you least expected it, Felix pushed his cock into your tight, warm cunt.  You both moaned out in unison when he bottomed out.  His long, thick cock filled you up perfectly.  It was as if your pussy was designed for him.  Felix swore that he could spend the rest of his life between your legs.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, darling?”

With that, he began thrusting.  Sometimes adjusting to someone’s cock in you is a thing of myth.  You can never get used to how perfectly he fills you up.  It may not be the longest, but it’s thick and it stretches you more than anything or anyone else ever has.  His cock has a perfect little curve to it that hits that little spot inside you whenever he angles his hips just right. 

Tonight, he’s determined to get all of the sounds out of you that he can.  So every single thrust is designed to do just that.  He shoves himself into your snug heat as deep as he can go every single time.  It’s like you can feel him in your throat.  Every thrust pushes his hips flush with your ass.  He takes a hand and presses on your back to push your chest onto the bed.  

“Fuuuuuck baby, you feel so good.”  Felix moaned, “Always so warm and tight for me, baby.”

“You feel so good inside of me,”  You moan back, struggling to get your words out between Felix’s rough thrusts, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Come on, moan for me baby, show them how good I make you feel.”

As if you had a choice.  His thrusts were hard and he shifted his hips until his tip speared into that spot over and over again.  Felix had found that spot by chance a few weeks ago when he was fingering you and now he made it a point to seek it out every time.  

Felix’s hand curled around your bodies and his fingers made contact with your clit immediately.  At this, you keened and let out the loudest moan of the night.  Your cunt clamped onto Felix’s cock and he bit his lip to keep from cumming right there.  Your tight, wet heat eas driving him crazy but you had to cum first.  

He could have sworn that the TV volume lowered.

“Come on baby, cum for me.”  Felix grunted, his finger swirling around your swollen clit.

Your walls clenched and fluttered around him.  Something in your belly pulled taut and you rocked yourself back on Felix’s cock.  The extra bit of friction made the coil pull tight.  You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to let your body relax so that Felix could take over and bring you to orgasm.  Your moans grew louder and louder as you got closer.

“Yes, yes, yes!”  You cried, “Fuck, Felix!  Right there!”

“That’s a good girl, cream my cock, baby.”  

The sound of the TV in the front room had stopped all together.

The extra pressure of you pushing back onto his cock was just the right thing.  The intense pressure in your stomach suddenly released all at once.  Your legs trembled and your body shook.  Felix took over and gripped your hips tightly.  He slowly guided your hips down towards the bed so you were laying flat, continuing his intense thrusts into your cunt.  He leaned over you and pressed his lips to the back of your neck. 

“Felix, don’t stop,”  you moaned, arching your back into him to keep his dick lodged inside you as deep as possible.  

Your orgasm washed over you in waves, each one resulting in a gush of wetness between your legs.  His hips kept drilling into you diligently.  He kissed along your shoulders and neck, sucking dark marks onto your skin.  The second you rolled over, he’d give you hickeys on your neck and breasts to match these.

When he sensed your orgasm coming to an end, he slowed his hips but kept his cock lodged within your tight walls.  He hadn’t come yet but he knew he had to give you a short break before he sought his own orgasm. 

“Was I loud enough?”  You giggled,  “What was that about?”

“The guys were making fun of me, saying things like… I couldn’t be a dom because I’m too innocent, that I’m just a pillow prince and I let you do all the work.”  Felix peppered soft kisses on your skin. 

“That’s not it at all baby!  We just like sex to be reciprocal, that’s all.”

“I know, but I guess I needed a little ego boost.”  Felix shrugged.

“Well if I get to come like that every time we need an ego boost, by all means,”  You giggled, rubbing your ass back into him and making his cock slide against your puffy walls, making you both gasp.  “I think you could stand to be a little meaner, though.”

“What?  You want me to be mean to you?”  Felix stared at you with large eyes.

“Maybe a little more.”

“Oh, so you want me to call you my own little personal slut?”  Felix whispered in your ear.  That tantalizing voice of his made your cunt clench on him.  “Oh so you would like that?  I should have known you’d be a little cock-hungry slut.  Can’t go a single day without my cock in you, is that it?”

“Mmhm…”  You nodded, eyes suddenly a little teary but in the best way.  You pushed your hips back against his again.  He groaned and pressed a hand to your hip to stop your movements.

“If you keep going like that I’m gonna treat you like a little cocksleeve, got it?  I’ll stuff you with enough cum to keep you full for weeks.  You want that, baby?”

“God, yes,” your eyes rolled back at the thought of feeling even fuller than you were now.

“Then relax, my pretty slut, we’re just getting started.”  Felix growled. 

His hand slipped under you to press lightly against your tummy, the pressure pushing your g-spot effortlessly against the tip of his cock.  He’d hardly have to aim at all like this.  You let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fill you up ‘til your cute little cunt can’t handle it anymore.  M’ cum is all yours.”

[occasional-oryx]

To everyone who has lush fields ripe with story ideas but is struggling to go out and actually harvest them with your writer’s scythe: that’s alright. There’s a reason.

I see writers despairing or making self-deprecating jokes about how many wips they have, as if the ability to come up with the idea is equal to the ability to finish it out into an end product.

It isn’t.

A lot of our ideas come about, not because we were determined to be productive writers, but because daydreaming is an internal escape from life’s demands.

Writing is a demand, too.

Resting and relaxing are basic needs, unlike the high level, abstract satisfaction of being creatively productive. That’s why you might daydream (which is a mild and normal form of dissociation) ideas that you feel good about, and then struggle to research, write the words, fill plotholes, check grammar, revise— all the critical thinking and executive function things involved in creation. Your basic needs must be satisfied before your higher needs can be met effectively.

So, if you’re daydreaming about your stories extensively to mitigate stress, it’s expecting a lot of your stressed self to return from fantasy land, sit down in the cold hard real world and do the hard work to write masterpieces of literature. Those operations are at opposite ends of the spectrum.

Writing is hard. Making yourself feel guilty is only going to make it harder. You don’t have to atone for entertaining or distracting your mind by making that available to other people. Daydreaming is a valid end in itself.

Don’t feel bad about having ideas but not being able to write them. Scribble some notes if you can, if you want, but above all enjoy the escapism and take care of yourself first. The words will come after.

[unhingedromione]

i need this reminder everyday

[daehyunsbabyelf]

This was really nice to have. I haven't written properly in so long that I feel like every time I have a plotline, I reluctantly toss it away because it will never escape the boundaries of my mind.

[jinikaris]

FELIX ✧₊⁺ SKZ CODE: EPISODE 61

[breaddo]

thinkign about characters i like being sweet and tender with each other

[hana-loves-bumblebees]

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

[edwardcreel]

reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

[causeilikelix]

During the Rainstorm - Chapter Nine

↳ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Yoon Seol (OC)

↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to lovers, non!idol au, angst

↳ Series warnings: See Chapter One

↳ Chapter Warnings:

Pure smut. Overall very vanilla stuff but the warnings are as follows: oral (m & f receiving), face fucking, unprotected sex (be better), p in v sex, brief spit kink, sir kink, dirty talk, creampie, multiple orgasms. This chapter is 100% sex and no plot whatsoever. That's about it but let me know if there's anything else I missed. I've only read it about 359083420 times myself.

↳ Read on my A03: Here

↳ Masterlist & Summery: Here

↳ Notes: No plot whatsoever. Please enjoy. Minors DNI please please.

<- Chapter Eight - Chapter Ten ->

HYUNJIN KISSED HER slowly, as if they had all the time in the world.  He kissed her as if neither of them had an end goal in sight.  His lips slotted against hers like they belonged there.  The angle didn’t seem to bother him.  With him settled on his knees in front of her and her sitting with her back against the bathtub, it wasn’t the most ideal position.  It didn’t stop Seol from wrapping her arms around his neck to draw him closer. 

Both of his hands were on her.  Hyunjin gripped her shoulder, one bare and one clothed, his fingertips digging into her skin wherever he could.  He pushed one hand under the other shoulder of her dress to push it down.  It made the neckline of the dress strain a little but Seol didn’t care as long as Hyunjin kept his warm hands on her. 

His tongue dipped into her mouth skillfully, mixing their saliva in her mouth for her to swallow.  Every brush of his tongue against hers sent a gush of warmth into her panties.  Their tongues worked together in tandem, drinking each other in.  At a particularly harsh swipe of Hyunjin’s tongue, Seol let out a soft moan into his mouth.  At this, something in Hyunjin snapped.  

Hyunjin moaned into her mouth before pulling away entirely.  Seol reached for him but he had other plans in mind.  His hands slid down her body to her waist and he lifted her up as if she weighed nothing at all.  Together, they clumsily rose to their feet but the second they were standing, Hyunjin pressed his lips to hers again.  He turned them around as nimbly as he could.  Seol gasped when the cold edge of the sinktop collided with her lower back.  

His hands then trailed from her waist, down her back and over her ass to her thighs.  His large hands gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her onto the sink.  The kiss broke and she squealed and held onto him as he maneuvered her.  Hyunjin pushed her knees apart and settled between her legs.  Seol gripped his slim hips to pull him closer.  He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses on her neck, searching for the spot that would make her putty in his hands. 

“You’re so beautiful,” Hyunjin whispered against her skin.  His hands ran up and down her thighs, pushing her dress up in the process.  He fiddled with the hem of her dress.  “This dress looks absolutely perfect on you, but… can I take it off now?”

“Yes.” 

Hyunjin pulled away from her just enough to see her face.  One of his hands moved up to  her waist and tugged at the fabric that was tied into a bow.  He tugged once, twice, three times before the knot gave way and the velvet fell to her sides.  Then he curled his hand around her waist until he found the zipper in the middle of her back.  His fingers traced up the length of the zipper and a shiver ripped down her spine.  Her back arched into him, pressing her breasts against his chest. 

As slowly as possible, Hyunjin slowly pulled the tab of the zipper down, angling his hand just right so his knuckle could trace her spine along the way.  Another shiver.  Hyunjin smirked slightly at the reactions he was drawing from her. 

Once the zipper was down, Hyunjin gripped the shoulders of her dress and pulled them down her arms.  He sucked in a breath as the red lace lingerie bra was revealed to him.  His eyes traced the curve of her breasts that were pushing out of the bra, shortly followed by his fingertips.  They brushed over her skin and traced the edge of the fabric.  His thumb caressed a freckle on one of her breasts.  He gently cupped her breasts in his large hands and kneaded them upwards, causing them to swell even more.  He groaned at the sight and pulled his plush lip between his teeth.

“You are seriously so fucking beautiful, Seol-ah.”  His eyes darted up to hers as he spoke to make sure that she could see his sincerity. 

Hyunjin leaned down to pepper kisses on each swell of her tits, taking turns in giving them equal attention.  Seol leaned back on her arms and arched her back a little in order to give him more room.  She moaned and sighed at his ministrations, which encouraged him to continue.  The arch of her back gave him the perfect angle to slide one hand around to her back and play with the clasp of her bra but he paused before he took it off. 

“Hyunjin-ah?”  Seol questioned, her breath heaving.

“Wait, I want to see if you’re wearing matching underwear, too.”  Hyunjin immediately reached for her skirt and pushed it up until her dress was a velvet ring around her waist.  He put his hands on her knees and pushed them apart.  He looked down and immediately let out a groan so pornographically erotic that Seol was certain her arousal could be seen on her matching red lace panties.  “Fuck, Princess, you’re gonna kill me at this rate!  Just when I thought you couldn’t get any hotter, I find that you’re wearing this?  You make me want to fucking ruin you.”

“Wait… don’t you think I’m forcing you into this?  I don’t want you to feel obligated to do this just because you’re sorry for me or-”  

Hyunjin cut her off by pulling her into a deep kiss.  He coaxed her tongue into his mouth to suck on for a few seconds before he released her.  Gently, he grasped her wrist and led her hand to press against the rock-hard erection swelling in his pants. 

“Does this feel like you’re forcing me into this?”  Hyunjin rasped against her skin.  Pleasure sparked through him just from the soft touch of her hand.  “I want you so badly, Seol-ah.  Like you wouldn’t believe.” 

Seol sucked in a breath at this.  When he looked at her, it was as if he was trying to look into her soul.  She wasn’t sure what he saw in her but she wasn’t about to complain.  This gorgeous man was kissing her, touching her, worshiping her body and she wasn’t about to stop him now.

“Then take me.”  She whispered

Hyunjin’s mouth was on hers again before the last syllable was even out of her mouth.  His large hands found purchase on her hips, his fingers splaying over both her skin and waistband of her panties.  His fingertips pressed deeply, leaving delicious indents where he touched. 

Seol’s hands were also hard at work, pulling his white button up out of his pants and undoing the buttons one by one.  Seol was surprised she could focus on such a task with everything happening to her.  Hyunjin’s tongue down her throat, his hands on her skin, and the sinful noises he was making into her mouth was enough to send anyone to their knees.  Then, enough of his buttons were open and Seol trailed her hands up the expanse of his stomach and chest. 

Seol let out a groan of frustration and pulled away from Hyunjin, who stared at her with wide eyes.  She stared at him as she gripped his shirt and pulled.  The rest of the buttons popped off and flung themselves around the room.  Then Seol’s eyes dipped down to his firm chest and washboard abs.  A flash of arousal and… rage?  Swept up her spine. 

“Hyunjin-ah, you’re telling me that you look like this?” 

 Seol raked her fingertips from his shoulders, over his pecs and sensitive nipples, down over his abs to the waistband of his pants.  Boldly, one of her hands covered his bulge that was firmly straining against the fabric.  She could feel the warmth radiating from it.  Hyunjin groaned at the contact, letting out beautiful noises into her ear as she stroked him through his pants.  She reached for the button and the zipper, but he grabbed her wrist to stop her. 

“I want to taste you first.”  Hyunjin declared. 

No sooner had he spoken, he lifted Seol into the air.  She squealed and wrapped her arms and legs around him.  He carried her out of the bathroom and gently laid her down on the bed, now with crumpled rose petals on the duvet.  

He parted from her only for a moment to shut the curtains before he was back on top of her as if he’d never left.  Seol sensed the raging storm outside, but nothing else seemed to matter aside from the beautiful man above her.  She reveled in his body heat as he pressed against her.  

Once again, his mouth was on hers and his tongue dipped into her mouth.  Their tongues swirled together and Seol wondered if she could go the rest of her life without tasting him.  While their mouths were busy, Hyunjin’s hands snuck down to her legs to part them enough for him to lay between.  His hands crept up her thighs until his thumbs slipped under the fabric of her panties, right at the waist.  He pulled at the fabric and let it snap back against her skin, eliciting a gasp.  

“Take the dress off.  All the way.  Now.”  Hyunjin suddenly knelt back on his heels, leaving Seol looking up at him, bewildered.  She’d forgotten that the dress still hung off her waist.  

Instantly, she sat up and hastily lifted the dress over her head and threw it to the side.  Seol leaned back on her elbows and watched Hyunjin drink her in.  His dark eyes roamed from her face, to her neck, to her chest, down her stomach to the part still hidden by her underwear.  His knees were placed strategically to keep her legs parted so she was spread out under him. 

“Good girl,”  Hyunjin breathed.  A gush of arousal formed in her panties. 

“Touch me.”  A beg fell from her throat and Hyunjin smirked.  

His fingertips trailed from her shoulders down her body as he spoke.

“You want me to touch you?  Here, on just your shoulders?”  Seol shook her head no, he moved lower.  “Your tits?  God, you have the most perfect tits… your stomach, your hips… no?  Then where, baby, I need you to tell me what you want.”  Hyunijn teased. 

“Fuck, please don’t tease.  Just touch me.”  Seol lifted her hips towards him but he moved his hands lower to grip her thighs.

“Good girls use their words to say what they want.”  Hyunjin reminded her with a smirk.

“Please, take my panties off.  Touch me there, touch me please, please- ah!”  Seol begged until one of Hyunjin’s hands slipped between her legs and pressed against her sex over her panties.  

“Here?”

“Yes!  Yes, there.  Please!”  Seol cried.  She wondered briefly where her defiance went, but something about Hyunjin’s sexy dark eyes made her want to do anything for him.  

Hyunjin gripped the waistband of her panties and tugged them off.  He pulled her legs to be perpendicular with his chest until the offending garment was finally off.  Hyunjin tossed the panties somewhere in the room, not caring if he never saw them again because what he was about to see was sure to be the death of him.

His eyes darted downwards as Seol slowly parted her legs for him.  Her cunt bared to the cold air, she shivered.  Or maybe it was because of the smoldering gaze he kept her in.  Either way, the second her legs were parted enough, Hyunjin’s eyes were locked on her glistening pussy.

“Ohh, baby, I’m gonna fuck you all night until you’re cumming your little brains out so hard that you forget everything except my name.”  Hyunjin’s voice dropped an octave and she clenched around nothing.  Hyunjin ran a finger up and down her drenched folds, a smirk rising on his lips and he continued to spew filth from between those gorgeous lips.  “Your pussy is so wet for me, baby.  Do you like when I talk to you like this?  God, I bet your little clit tastes delicious.  Can I try, baby?  Can I taste how you cum for me?”

“Please.  Yes, please, sir.” 

“Good girl.  Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”  Hyunjin helped Seol adjust on the bed so her head was supported by a pillow and so he had enough room to lay between her legs.  As soon as he was face-to-face with her cunt, he let out a low moan.  “Your cunt is even prettier up close.  You smell divine, I wonder if it tastes as good as…”

Hyunjin immediately pressed his tongue between her folds to lick a long stripe from the opening of her cunt to the hood of her clit.  His tongue swirled in wet circles around the bud, drawing beautiful moans from Seol.  

“Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.  I wanna eat you out all night.”

With that, he dove back in, licking hungry stripes up the expanse of her cunt.  Seol could only moan, gasp, and take it.  Hyunjin’s large hands and broad shoulders assisted him with keeping her legs spread for him.  It gave him enough room to slide his tongue shallowly into her pussy to lap at her inner walls.  At this. Seol gasped and laced her fingers through his luscious black hair to keep her attached to her. Hyunjin moaned and tilted his head back just enough to say something that almost made Seol come untouched.

“I could eat your pussy forever.”  Hyunjin mumbled against her. 

“The real test is if you can actually find my clit.”  Seol panted, “No one’s been able to find it in- ohhh, fuuuck-”

His lips and tongue made their way up to her clit and her legs seized on contact.  When he sucked, Seol had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.  Sparks of pleasure pricked up her torso and down her legs.  Hyunjin smirked against her and focussed his attention on that one spot.  His large hands gripped her thighs to give him the perfect angle.  

He sucked and slurped on her wetness, letting it coat his tongue, lips, and chin.  To him, it was basically the nectar of the gods and he silently hoped that she would let him go down on her again after they were done.  Her moans were music to his ears.  He savored her taste, licking up every drop that she released.  

Hyunjin pulled away to spit on her pussy, watching as his saliva traveled down her folds.  The liquid pooled at her opening and he watched her clench around nothing.  He moved his hand to press the pad of his pointer finger against her swollen, neglected cunt.  She jumped slightly at the contact, but her legs spread a little more as if to entice him to continue.

Luckily, Hyunjin didn’t need any enticing.  He glanced up to watch her face as he pressed his pointer finger into her up to the first knuckle.  She gasped at the contact and threw her head back.

“More,”  Seol breathed.

Hyunjin obliged, pushing more of his finger into her and reveling in the feeling of her pussy clenching on his long digit.  He pushed it in and out of her slowly a few times.  On each reentry, Seol lifted her hips as if to try and get it in deeper.  His wrist ached a little at this angle but as long as she kept releasing those beautiful breathy moans, he could keep this up for months.  

Slowly, his other hand moved up to rest on top of her pelvis.  He moved two fingers to her cunt and pulled up a little just enough to expose her clit to the air.  He rubbed in small circles, going slowly as to not stimulate her all at once. 

“Hyunjin-ah, more!  Please more, I-  Ohhhh, fuck.”  

Hyunjin smirked against her pussy, where he’d dived back in to wrap his lips around her clit.  At the same time, he pushed his pointer and middle fingers into her tight cunt.  It clenched deliciously around his fingers from the onslaught of stimulation.  He pushed his fingers into her rhythmically and swirled his tongue around her open clit at the same time. 

Her thighs began to quiver and it didn’t take long for something to pull taut within her.  Her pants grew wet and heavy as Hyunjin worked her towards an orgasm.  She could practically taste it in the back of her throat.  She began to grind a little against his tongue but he was quick to place a firm hand on her pelvis to keep her still.  The change in angle on her clit did very little to delay the oncoming high. 

“Don’t stop,”  Seol begged frantically as her high built within her, “Please don’t stop, I’m so close-”

If only, Hyunjin doubled down on his efforts to make her come.  He licked deeper, sucked harder, thrust deeper, slurped louder, until the loudest moan of them all fell from her lips.  Her thighs tensed and her grip in his hair tightened.  She pushed her hips up into his mouth, encouraging him to go deeper. 

The sounds of her orgasm went straight to his cock.  Not to mention the taste, oh my god!  A gush of sweet wetness slipped out of her and Hyunjin lapped up every single drop.  He removed his fingers from within her so he could push his tongue in her instead.  His hand took his tongue’s place, drawing light circles on her clit to help her ride out the high.  He closed his eyes and savored the taste of her cum on his tongue for as long as she’d let him. 

Pleasure sparked through her, from her toes all the way to the crown of her head.  His relentless licking on her center coaxed her through wave after wave of an orgasm that didn’t seem to stop.  Her back arched off the bed and she shuddered through the last wave.

A minute or so later, Seol’s grip in his hair finally relented and her legs fell slack against the bed.  At this, Hyunjin left a few light kitten licks on her clit before pulling away entirely and pressing soft kisses to the insides of her thighs.  He nipped, licked, and sucked at the flesh as a violet reminder that he’d been there.  God, he wanted to take a picture and save it forever but he figured she wouldn’t be into that.  

“Fuck,”  Seol heaved a breath and rubbed her hands over her face, “I haven’t come that hard in so long.”

“Did I find it?”  Hyunjin leaned his cheek on her thigh and looked up at her through his eyelashes.  She looked down at him and let out an incredulous laugh, wondering how he could look so innocent after saying the most sinful things to her.  Not to mention the wizardry he just performed on her pussy.

“Don’t get cocky now.” Seol rolled her eyes, though her pussy was still wet and very, very empty, “Not before you put your actual cock in me.” 

“Damn, your dirty mouth is so hot.”  Hyunjin’s plush lips left kisses on her thighs, hips, and stomach as he inched his way back up to lay over her.  “Tell me more.” 

“You looked so hot with your mouth between my thighs,”  Seol began and Hyunjin’s eyes darkened, “I just wanna feel your tongue in me all the time.” 

Seol’s face flushed with embarrassment at the words, but they seemed to have the opposite effect on Hyunjin.  He placed several deep kisses on her stomach and breasts.  His teeth caught on the lace at the edge of her bra.  Hyunjin finally reached under her to unclasp her bra to remove the offending article.  His nimble fingers helped her to maneuver the bra down her arms until he could toss it onto the floor. 

Her plump tits spilled out of the bra and splayed across her chest.  Hyunjin’s eyes followed their movements and he licked his lips as if his favorite meal- or, second favorite meal (he was pretty sure nothing could ever compare to her cunt)- was just set in front of him.  

Seol yelped when Hyunjin suddenly surged forwards and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples.  He nipped and sucked until it was fully wet and erect before switching to the opposite nipple.  She sighed, closing her eyes and reveling in the feeling.  Each good suck sent another wave of arousal down to her core.  She moaned and sighed as Hyunjin worked his magic on her tits.  

“Don’t you want me to touch you, too?”  Seol asked, finally glancing down at Hyunjin, who was still hard at work sucking on her left nipple.  His tongue circled the bud once more before looking up at her. 

“Baby, this is about you.  I want to make you feel good.”  Hyunjin trailed his hand down her stomach and slid his long fingers through her slit.  Seol gasped at the contact.  “I wanna treat you so good, give your cunt the princess treatment.  I wanna ruin you for everyone else so that your cunt remembers and begs for me when you try to cum by yourself.” 

His middle finger circled her entrance for a few seconds before finally breaching her.  Seol moaned and threw her head back as Hyunjin pushed his long digit into her again.  Hyunjin watched her face as her cunt practically sucked on his finger.  He pushed it in and out slowly, pressing the pad of his finger along her silky walls to help her feel every single centimeter of him. 

“Feel good, Princess?”  Hyunjin’s tongue darted out to lick her nipple again and she clenched on his finger,  “Oh, liked that, huh?”

‘H-Hyunjin,”  Seol moaned when Hyunjin went back to sucking and licking on her nipple.

“What is it, Princess?  Ask and you shall receive.”  

“More.”  Seol sighed, “Please, more.”

“More?  Always so demanding.”  Hyunjin prodded a second finger at her entrance but didn’t let it join the first, “Are you sure you’re ready?  Your pussy is so tight, it’s already choking one finger and you’ve already come on it.” 

“Please, I can take it.”  There she was, begging again.  

“Are you sure?”

“I swear, if you don’t put another finger in me I’m gonna- oh- my god you have to stop doing that,”  Seol moaned when Hyunjin pushed a second finger into her with no warning.  The stretch knocked the wind out of her and if his fingers made her feel this good…

“God, my cock is going to split you in two.”  Hyunjin moaned when she clenched on his fingers.

“I can’t wait to feel it.”  

“You know what?”  Hyunjin rose to sit on his knees once more, retracting his fingers from her.  Seol covered her whimper with a cough.  “If I’m not inside you soon, I think I’m going to go crazy.  I’ll finger you for hours later, if you want.”

Seol watched as Hyunjin made quick work of the button and zipper on his pants, revealing black boxers with “Versace” written in big bold letters along the waistband.  Figures.  He pushed his pants over his hips and managed to get them all the way off.  The bulge in his boxers made her mouth water and her eyes darted to his for a second, as if to give him the okay to show her.  

Hyunjin pushed his boxers down and his flush cock sprang up and bounced against his stomach.  The muscle bobbed and Hyunjin wrapped a hand around the girth and pumped a few times.  The flushed purple head had a bead of pearly precum leaking from it.  The generous length curved upwards and the girth itself, well… Seol began to think that maybe his dirty talk was right.  This beautiful man had the biggest cock she’d ever seen in person and she was certain that Hyunjin was about to ruin her for anyone else. 

Seol immediately sat up and put her hands on his hips.  She looked up at him through her lashes and he grinned.  Wordlessly, she tugged him closer.  Hyunjin stood on his knees in front of her and his cock hovered over her face.  

“I know you said this is about me, but I want to make you feel good, too.”  Seol admitted.  

The urge to taste that little bead of precum overtook her and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.  Hyunjin let out a moan and bobbed his head back, but he looked down just in time for him to guide the tip of his throbbing cock to her tongue. 

Seol wasn’t one who particularly enjoyed giving head.  With Woojin, he always came too quickly or he only let her do it for a few seconds before wanting to get to the main event.  It wasn’t her favorite thing, but something about Hyunjin’s enthusiasm made her want to reciprocate.  She couldn’t explain why her mouth watered when his tip hit her tongue, but it sure did.  

The salty bead dripped down and landed on her tongue.  Seol sighed at the taste and wrapped her lips around him properly.  She suckled on the head, running her tongue along his slit.  Seol was sure that later she would be getting off later to the noises Hyunjin made.  He groaned with his whole body and those breathy moans of his made her wetter than she wanted to admit.  

“Take it deeper,”  Hyunjin ordered, his free hand moving to weave into her air.  

Seol complied, letting him slip into her mouth a little more.  She ran her tongue along the bottom and let the tip hit the roof of her mouth.  Hyunjin used the grip he had on her hair to push her a little further onto him, inch by inch until the tip prodded the back of her throat.  When she swallowed around him, Hyunjin moaned so loudly it made Seol worry that they might get a noise complaint.  She wasn’t about to silence him. 

Hyunjin moved her head along his length, encouraging her to take everything she could.  However, even with her mouth full of his cock, there were a few inches untouched.  Seol reached to grab what didn’t fit in her mouth but he swatted her hand away. 

“Just mouth.  Wanna feel your tongue.”  Hyunjin moaned, “Hands behind your back.”

Seol complied and folded her arms behind her back.  She looked up at him through her lashes and Hyunjin wanted to come in her mouth and all over her face, just to leave his mark.  He wanted to spurt cum down her throat and have her swallow so he could taste himself on her.  He wanted to paint her face and tits with his cum and claim her as his in every way possible.  Not only that, but the urge to come inside that tight little pussy was so great that he figured he’d have to save coming on her face for later. 

The thought was pushed to the back of his mind when his tip prodded the back of her throat.  Her tongue swirled along the underside of his cock.  He pulled out until just the tip was between her lips and he watched as she sucked and licked all over him.  His balls tightened but he held onto his release, wanting to feel her lips around him for as long as possible.  

“I’m gonna thrust a little faster now, can you take it?”  Hyunjin’s voice was unrecognizably deep.  Seol’s pussy clenched.  She nodded around his cock.  “Alright, Princess, relax your throat for me.”

Seol pulled off of him for a moment to suck in a deep breath.  A trail of saliva connected her lips to the head of his cock.  After a moment, she took him back in until he hit the back of her throat.  She relaxed her throat and took in a breath through her nose.  

With that, Hyunjin began to thrust.  His hand pulled her hair into a ponytail so he could control the movement of her head.  Her mouth wrapped around him perfectly.  Her tongue rubbed along him with each thrust and her teeth grazed his shaft every so often.  He could only imagine how much precum he was leaking into her mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth is heaven,”  Hyunjin moaned.  His calculated thrusts began to falter a little, “Perfect fucking mouth!  Relax, baby, I’m gonna go a little harder.  Tap my thigh if you need me to stop.”

Seol fluttered her eyelashes at him as a sign of understanding.  Hyunjin moaned as he increased his pace.  The friction of her tongue on his length was going to be the death of him.  Even with her throat relaxed, he couldn’t get his entire cock between her lips and just the thought that he was too big for her was almost enough to bring him to orgasm.

“You’re taking my big cock perfectly.  You like me stuffing your mouth?”  Hyunjin’s deep voice slipped down her spine to her core.  Seol nodded around him and Hyunjin moaned.  His balls tightened suddenly.  “God, your mouth is too good.  I’ll blow too soon.  I don’t wanna come anywhere but inside you.”  Hyunjin groaned and pulled her off him, “Lay back and let me take care of my Princess and her perfect pussy.  Can I do that?  Can I stuff you with my cock and fill you with my cum?  I’m clean, are you?”

Seol clenched at his words and nodded again.  She ached to follow his every order..  She fell back into the pillows and let Hyunjin manhandle her into the position he wanted.  Luckily, it was pretty simple.  He lifted her legs so her ankles were balanced on his shoulders.  That way he could see as he led his cock to her small opening.

Hyunjin’s dark hooded eyes could bring anyone to their knees, and Seol was suddenly glad that he wanted her.  He stroked his cock in front of her, keeping his eyes on her glistening cunt.  He rubbed his tip through her slick folds, occasionally letting his cock hit the hood of her clit.

“Fuck me,”  Seol breathed, lifting her hips to get closer to him.  

“Are you sure, Princess?  Your cunt is mighty small.  Are you sure I’ll fit?”  Hyunjin curled an eyebrow at her, pumping his cock a few times for dramatic effect.  He pressed the tip against her entrance and pushed in just a little before pulling out completely.  “Gotta make sure you’re gushing for me.”

He repeated the motion, pushing in until just his head slipped in and pulling out before he could get any further.  He repeated the action a number of times until one of the times he slipped in, a filthy squelch filled his ears.  The corner of his lips curved up into a smirk.  He relished the noise and he kept repeating the action to let the filthy sounds of her arousal filled the room.

“You hear that?”  Hyunjin moaned, “Your pussy is begging for me.  Probably soaking the bed, filthy girl.”

“Please!  I want your cock so bad, put it in!”  Seol’s cheeks flushed from embarrassment.  She couldn’t see what Hyunjin was doing to her, but she certainly could feel drops of her arousal trickling down to her ass.

“I can’t say no to my Princess, now can I?”  Hyunjin gritted his teeth as he pressed his tip against her entrance.  Seol was so dripping wet that she was sure she’d have to change the blankets after this.  

She found herself jealous of Hyunjin.  She was at his mercy and at an awkward angle so that she couldn’t see the moment he finally began to slip inside.  Hyunjin’s eyes were locked on the places their bodies joined when his head finally pushed in.  

The groan they released was simultaneous.  Indescribable relief and pleasure washed over them as Hyunjin pushed inside inch by delicious inch.  Her legs were basically thrown over his shoulders and her thighs quivered from the pleasure.  Hyunjin gripped them tight and used them as leverage to sink all the way in until he hit a deadend.  

Cunt split by the thickest, longest cock she’d ever taken, Seol could die happy.

The stretch was fucking unbelievable.  Seol had never experienced such fullness in her entire life.  It was like she could feel the tip of his cock in the back of her throat.  She wondered if she’d be able to see his bulge poking through her stomach.  Even though Hyunjin was flush inside her, he leaned forward a little to increase the pressure of his massive cock inside her stretched cunt.  

“Oh my fucking god.”

“My god, you take me so well.  Your precious little cunt sucked me right in.”

“So full…” 

“I think I’ll die if I don’t see you come on my cock.” 

“Move!”  

“Are you sure you’re ready, Princess?”  

Hyunjin shifted his hips back and his cock slipped out a couple of inches.  He moved until just the head remained inside before he pushed himself all the way back in.  He moaned as her tight, wet heat wrapped around him.  He had to be careful so he wouldn’t come too fast.  He wanted this to last forever.  He kept his eyes on Seol’s face as he thrusted slowly a few times.  Her hooded eyes and slack jaw made him want to fuck her into next week. 

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so tight.”  Hyunjin tossed his head back as he pushed into her again. 

“Faster,”  Seol moaned out.

Hyunjin complied.  He slowly began to speed up his thrusts and the noises they pulled from her were orgasmic.  He pounded into her faster and faster until she began to rock up and down the bed and her tits swayed in time with his thrusts.  Seol basically moaned non-stop, drunk on the feeling of his cock inside her and the way he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes or his hands off her.  

His hands moved to her hips to help with leverage but then moved up to cup her bouncing breasts.  He squeezed them and pinched her nipples, reveling in the way her back arched to keep his hands on her skin.  With every pinch, her pussy clenched on him.  

“You like that?”  Hyunjin cooed, his fingers still tweaking her nipples as he pounded into her, “You don’t have to tell me, your cunt is telling me everything I need to know.  Fuck, you’re clenching so hard around me.” 

His rough and precise thrusts suddenly started hitting all the right places.  Hyunjin adjusted his hips and before she knew it his tip was rubbing against just the right spot inside of her.  The first time?  Maybe a fluke.  But the second, third, and tenth times definitely weren’t.  Seol’s pussy clamped onto his thick cock with every glide, making Hyunjin groan loudly on each reentry.  

Seol could only lay there and take it.  Each brutal thrust against her cervix hurt so good and she couldn’t keep quiet.  She watched the most beautiful man she’d ever seen fall apart above her, because of her.  He pulled those delectable plump lips between his teeth as he focused on delivering each of his perfect thrusts.  His hands traveled from her tits, to her hips, then up her legs to grip the back of her knees.  He pushed her knees up towards her shoulders and leaned down to be closer to her body. 

This change in angle made Seol’s hips naturally rise to meet him until each of his thrusts bottomed out every single time.  His hips rolled into her beautifully, like he had control over every muscle in his body and he was using them to make her feel every single inch of him.  The pleasure that pulsed from her core made her want to cry.  It was as if she was floating.  Each push of his pelvis against hers rubbed perfectly against her clit, bringing her closer and closer. 

Her cunt ached.  Hyunjin’s dick speared into her. 

“F-fuck, H-Hyunjin, you’re fucking me so good.”  Seol moaned in time with his thrusts.

“Yeah?  Feels good, Princess?”  Hyunjin pushed a few hard and fast thrusts into her. 

“Your cock-”  

“What about my cock?”  A cocky smile adorned his features.  

“Splitting me open!  Fuck!”  Seol sighed, closing her eyes to really feel each of his thrusts. 

“God, I know you’re not a virgin but you're just as tight as one, fuck.  Haven’t I fucked you good enough?  How are you still so tight?  That asshole didn’t fuck you right, did he?”

“No!  Fuck, no, he didn’t!”

“Do I fuck you better than him? Who’s fucking you right?”

“You!”

“Who’s gonna get you to cum harder than you ever have before?”  Hyunjin panted.  His thrusts sped up when her cunt began to squeeze around him.

“You, Hyunjin, you!”  Seol groaned. 

“Who are you gonna cream on, Princess?  Come on, baby, give it to me!”

“Please-”  Seol’s plea was cut off by a brutal thrust, “Please, I’m gonna-”

“Is my Princess gonna come on my cock?”  Hyunjin muttered through gritted teeth.  Her moans, her skin, and her cunt were almost too much for him.  He was worried he’d blow any second but he had to see her come first. 

“Yes. Yes!  Fuck, right there!”  Seol reached for him and who was he to deny her.  Hyunjin leaned closer so he could angle his thrusts just right and so Seol could grip his shoulders.  “Hyunjin- ah!  I’m so close!  So, so, so close!”

“Come on, come for me, Baby, show me how good I make you feel.”  Hyunjin groaned. 

Almost no sooner had he spoken, Seol’s cunt clenched on him so hard he almost came right then and there.  She threw her head back, squeezed her eyes shut, and let out a moan so filthy that once again Hyunjin was angry he couldn’t document it and keep it forever.  Her cunt clenched, then a rush of warm wetness coated his cock and a bit of his pelvis.  The clear fluid wasn’t much in volume but Hyunjin knew for sure just how good he was making her feel. 

“Kiss me-”  Seol panted.  She pulled him in by his neck so he fell over her.  Chest to chest, lips to lips.  Sweat slicked skin rubbed together.  Her cunt clenched and fluttered through her orgasm and Hyunjin’s hips slowed to help her ride it out without overstimulating her.  

Hyunjin swallowed each and every one of her moans as she gave them to him.  He dropped her legs and instead planted his hands on either side of her head for leverage.  He kissed her as if perhaps she would break under him.  He held onto his own release in the hopes to see her finish completely.

“Goooood girl,”  Hyunjin cooed, the vibrations against her ear sparked down to her clit, “Feels good?”

“So fucking good,”  Seol panted against his mouth, shifting her hips upwards to encourage him to keep going, “Fuck you feel amazing inside of me.”

“Fuck, Princess, your cunt is easily the best one I’ve ever had,”  Hyunjin moaned without thinking as he moved his hips with purpose now.  He was teetering on the brink of orgasm and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last.

“Yeah?  I make you feel good?”  

“So fucking good, wanna fuck you forever.  Gonna come so hard.  Never wanna pull out.  Wanna leave you reeking of me, fuck, I’m gonna come-”  Hyunjin choked, as if to warn her.  

Seol wrapped her arms and legs around him to hold him as close as humanly possible.  Skin-to-skin.  The pressure of his cock in her still was amazing but she wasn’t about to come again.  She wished it didn’t have to end.

“Fuck!”  He shouted suddenly, “Princess, I’m gonna- where?  Where!  Where do you want me to-”

“Inside.”  

The breathless whisper from Seol was all it took for him to tip over the edge and come with a groan directly into her ear.  Warm spurts of cum shot into her, coating her walls and her cervix in a generous blanket.  Warmth spread through her belly as Hyunjin’s orgasm continued for what must have been a whole minute.  He came for a long time and he came a lot.  However, his hips kept pushing in for a few seconds even after he was done.

“Wanna.  Fuck.  It.  Deeper.”  Hyunjin panted with each thrust that sent a shiver of overstimulation up his spine.  He wanted to leave her with part of him, so she’d be leaking for days and reminded of what he did to her.  He wanted to come inside her a dozen more times until she was swollen and dripping with it. He didn't just want to fuck her, he wanted more.

He just wanted… her.

<- Chapter Eight - Chapter Ten ->

[causeilikelix]

Reblogging cause of those Cartier pictures 🥵🥵🥵🥵

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[paigegonerogue]

I, of mostly sound body and spirit, request that if I’m ever to die, someone post a new work on my AO3 that says “sorry, she died, ongoing stories postponed forever” because don’t I want my fanfic buddies to think I ghosted them. Amen or whatever you say in a will.

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This was written as a joke, but for those who don't know, this is an actual optional service that AO3 provides called Fannish Next of Kin.

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