hasty - hwang hyunjin (m)
tags: smut, explicit sexual scenes/descriptions, fingering, oral sex (female receiving) note: crossposted from instagram on February 9. I actually have a song included for the title slide on instagram, but I can’t put videos up here I guess :< this is my first smut here dhsjdhasj idk how to feel about that ahahha oh and I recommend listening to Too Fast by Sonder while reading! word count: 2.7k Tonight he wanted to savor you. Slowly.
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Impatience.
That was his brand.
Most people around him knew well how Hyunjin prefers to have things done without delay - be it studying, assignments or work. He would always try to be two steps ahead, even better if he could wrap them up long before the due time was up.
He always got his notes and readings done even before anyone else started and finished his papers at least a week before the deadline, allowing himself time to review them as he saw fit. He would never fail to check the stocks for the cafe every shift, making calculations that proved to be useful to expect what they might or might not need.
Hyunjin found comfort in his system. Found peace within his rushings.
If he let things sit for too long… he would lose his mind.
There was a reason he rarely visited the campus coffee shop. Not only because of their weak excuse of double shot iced americano, the bumbling barista was far too slow for his own good. Hyunjin would always end up tapping his shoes in contempt for a cup of coffee that was far too weak for his system, dampening his mood and driving his patience to run thinner for the rest of the day.
Even his friends were not spared of any bit of patience, no matter how close or long they have been with him. Hyunjin could not count the many instances where he would go inside the movie theater right on the five minutes dot before the movie began, not caring if Jisung or Felix would come running with an apology drawn in smiles, because he was far too anxious to be late for himself than having to care if his friends would be mad at him for leaving them behind (they never got mad, which Hyunjin was thankful for).
And his night life was like that too.
Friday night outings with his best friends meant putting on clothes that left nothing for others imaginations and heading to poorly lit clubs to chase highs with people seeking cheap thrills and momentary bliss. It meant exchanging hungry gazes to people who looked interested enough to touch with intent, who was willing to be pressed against the wall, or brought to an empty toilet stall for heated kisses and searing touches that never lingered.
That was sex for Hyunjin. Not too short to be unpleasurable, yet never too long to leave attachments. Just enough. Any longer than necessary and his skin would prickle; uncomfortable and disgusted.
Until he met you.
Eyes meeting yours under the scattering crimson light at Minho’s frat house party one Saturday night, he could not miss how you were practically undressing him with just your gaze.
Impatient.
Highly impatient.
It was intriguing, deeply amusing, meeting you.
Someone who kissed without wasting a breath, always so pliant and eager from the very first touch.
Someone who made a quick work for him, tugging on his hand to touch your already soaking slit under the skin tight black sequin mini dress that made your skin glow so beautifully, even under the dim lights of the frat house bathroom.
Someone who was not shy to ask him to do it faster, harder, to have him leave litters of bruises on the soft expanse of their skin as their hips met his thrusts, and coyly walked away from him once you were both spent.
As if nothing happened.
Names were not exchanged, and he never found it to be necessary before. Because before that, once was always enough.
Yet Hyunjin spent the rest of that night wishing he had taken more time with you, and it was a jarring thought for him. Then he spent his Sunday trying to remember the taste of your lips and the tight slickness of your core- he wished the day would pass faster, wished to find you again as soon as he could.
Come Monday, by the grace of the universe, his wish came true. It arrived in the form of you striding across the quad, a soft smile on your lips yet the hunger in your eyes was not amiss by him.
You didn’t say a word as you pulled him to the library, leading him to the emergency staircase in the back of the building that nobody ever visited. He smiled as you pushed him to sit on the steps as you straddled his laps and captured his lips between yours like you have been starved for months.
With each quick flick of your wrist as you stroke his length, and rapid sinking of your heat around him, Hyunjin felt fire running under his skin.
It was as if he had found his match.
Someone whose patience ran much thinner than him- an absolute rarity.
And with each quick and searing encounters between you and him after that, he found himself hooked to you, unable and unwilling to let go.
With both of you preferring to move with the same speed, it was comforting for the both of you to stay together. No time was ever wasted, no touch ever more than necessary.
It was perfect.
Yet the longer he stayed with you, he found something in him changing- a thought growing..
He wondered if he could push your buttons, as slow as he possibly could.
The thought was fleeting at first, but it stayed, and festered, and surprised him.
Because he never desired slowness, never one to waste time, yet... the thought of having you under him, screaming, panting or crying simply because he was taking too much of his sweet time? It made his blood rush with excitement.
He let the thought simmer in the back of his mind. Letting his brain work its storms of ideas, even as he catered to your wishes of fleeting pleasures- of quick pumps of his fingers or hard, unrelenting thrusts of his hips.
He smiled as he planted chaste kisses on your skin after another quick fuck session, thinking of the right moment for the grand scheme in his mind.
For the first time in his life, he found himself patiently waiting for the perfect chance.
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No longer finding the need to fuck random strangers every other weekend, Hyunjin’s Friday nights were now reserved for movie nights with you in his apartment. It was for snuggling close to each other with a large bowl of microwave popcorn on your lap and a cold can of sparkling juice in his hand, with the both of you choosing movies without a second thought.
You called it movie nights, but most times the popcorn would be left to stale on the coffee table and whatever movie was up on the screen ignored as you ride him hard on the couch, or have him fuck you to screaming from behind. Then after all the highs, you would turn sleepy, and clingy, and rush him to carry him over to his bed where you would lay fast asleep.
Hyunjin watched the screen mindlessly, not really paying attention to the storyline because you were in his mind. He tried his best to suppress the smirk about to grow on his lips as he sensed you shifting restlessly next to him.
It always started that way: you shifting around the couch, then suddenly straddling his lap and pulled his lips between yours and begging for him to fuck you already, and he would always welcome it.
Not tonight. He rolled his lips under his teeth, feeling an amused laugh bubbling yet contained his chest.
As expected, you moved; caging his hips with your legs, one hand firm on his shoulder, another clutching on his sweater clad arm. He ran his gaze quickly on your figure; from your messy hair, to your lust clouded eyes, wet parted lips, to the skin peeking from the collar of his way-to-big of a hoodie on you, down to the hem of it, resting on your thighs. He was pretty sure you had nothing underneath. You never did.
The epitome of lust, wrapped as an adorable figure drowning in his clothes.
Abso-fucking-lutely alluring.
Hyunjin tugged the hand you have on his arm gently, bringing it close to his lips. He placed tender kisses on each of its knuckles, and caught the way your skin shivered with each touch. He continued on, planting barely there touches with his lips all over the back of your hand, feeling your eyes widening at his ministrations.
“What are you doing?” you asked, breath catching in your throat.
Hyunjin hummed, pressing his lips on your slowly heated skin one more time before looking up to meet your confused eyes. “Nothing.”
Your brows knitted together, definitely unconvinced of his words. “Weird.”
He just smiled, letting your hand go to snake his own behind your neck, pulling you down for a kiss. It was open-mouthed, wet, and searing, as it had always been. Hyunjin could hear your breath hitching with each licks of his tongue on your soft palate, with the caress of his fingers on your nape, encouraging you to deepen the kiss.
You slid down, chest heaving and rubbing against his. Even through both of your clothes, he could feel your nipples hardening, perhaps anticipating for him to twist them the way he usually would. It pulled a chuckle from Hyunjin, whose other hand now toyed with the hem of your hoodie, feeling the skin of your thigh tensing from the touch.
Your hips rutted against his crotch, seeking to alleviate the growing pressure and Hyunjin very nearly gave in to your ministrations, close to pulling his cock out of his sweatpants and fuck you right there and then, but no-
Not tonight.
Just as he guessed, you weren’t wearing underneath the hoodie. His hot palm slid on the skin of your side easily, bunching the hoodie up slightly and made you shiver as the slightly chilly air of the room hit you. He snaked his arm around your naked waist, though his lips did not leave yours, teeth nipping on them just the way you like it.
You pulled away for a short take of breath and Hyunjin used the chance to flip your back onto the sofa, making you squeal in surprise before he leaned back in to capture your lips, this time in a slow, languid kiss, and he could taste the shock of it on your tongue.
Because he never kissed you like this.
You kissed him back, though urging him to quicken his pace but Hyunjin did not relent. He kept nibbling gently, licking softly, and whimpers began to fall from your lips. It made Hyunjin’s skin prickle, but not in discomfort.
It made him want more.
He left your lips, making you whine and he knew then that your patience had begun to run thin. Apparent from the glaze of lust on your eyes, from the twitching of your thighs and the writhing of your hips.
“Hyunjin-” you panted, fingers clutching on the hem of his hoodie. “Fuck me-”
Hyunjin shook his head, earning him more of your whines. He dipped down, lips ghosting over your ear. “Not now.”
“Please, Hyunjin-” you took one of his hands and let it brush over your slit- soaked and a mess, wanting nothing more than his cock filling you in quickly. “I need you.”
He chewed on his lip, bruising even more than it already was. “I know, but will you let me do something first?”
Your breath hitched in your throat, the sound so clear to his ears. “What?”
“Let me take my time.” he pressed his lips softly on your cheek, feeling the slight dampness that rolled from your eyes in frustrations. “Please.”
He expected you to say no. Knowing you, he actually held no expectation that you would allow more time than necessary for this sort of intimacy. But then he felt your head moving, nodding, and that was it for him.
His lips made trails of wet kisses from your ears to your collarbone, sucking lightly on the sensitive patch of skin you have near your sternum. He shifted, sliding down further down your figure. His hands pressed on your legs, urging you to allow him space between your thighs.
Goosebumps formed across your skin as his lips found it once more, kissing the inner side of your left thigh and he slowly made his way back up, leaving barely there marks as he moved slowly.
You writhed as he closed in to your heat, and nearly screamed as he ignored it, moving further up to kiss around your waist. Your fingers tried to find purchase on something, anything, to relieve the tension, and they ended up on your own breasts, cupping and kneading them roughly over the hoodie.
Hyunjin heard your stifled moans and struggled to keep his own in his throat as he saw you pulling on your hardened buds over his hoodie, frustration clear on your twisted expression. His sweatpants felt taut and constricting, and once more, he fought over his desires to bend you over and mindlessly fuck you.
Tonight he wanted to savor you. Slowly.
He slid his hand between the hoodie and your skin, making you gasp and have your hands pulling away from your breast to cover your mouth because his touch felt like seething fire on your already heated skin. Hyunjin lifted the cloth just enough to reveal your chest, hungry eyes marvelling the softness of your skin.
Hyunjin dipped down, curious tongue finding your nipple. He relished the slight taste of salt on the skin, teeth pulling on the bud and drawing the most desperate sound from your chest- one he had never heard before.
Fuck.
Desire thrummed in his veins, prickling harder on his skin. His other hand trailed down between your legs, finding the slick opening of your core, twitching and begging so pitifully to be filled.
Hyunjin slipped a finger in so painfully slowly, his lids fluttering close as he tried to concentrate on feeling your velvety heat around him. Your legs fell open further besides him as he slid in a second digit, dragging in and out of you in a lengthy, excruciating pace that he knew was not enough for you. He captured your nipple with his lips again, giving it a thorough suck just as he crooked his finger on the soft spot behind your clit, causing you to scream, back arching so prettily off the couch.
More of those delicious desperate sounds escaped your lips as he pulled his fingers out, and Hyunjin could feel his own arousal screaming underneath his skin, coiling tight in his stomach.
You choked out a sob when he left your skin and suddenly licked a thick stripe starting from your swollen, throbbing clit, down to your aching entrance. He didn’t stop, tongue continuously flicking over the sensitized bud and occasionally dipping into your core, teasing you further, making your thighs shake from the tension. His fingers found comfort back in your slick heat, scissoring you open tenuously as his tongue delved alongside them.
Begs spilled from your throat, sounding raw with tears, and he could feel it- the neediness growing incessantly in your nerves, so apparent by the way your velvet walls twitch violently around his fingers. He pressed deeper, dragged slower and more of your cries filled the room.
Hyunjin swallowed thickly. Hearing how you would be under prolonged, lingering pleasure, he regretted not thinking of this sooner.
His plush lips pressed on your clit, suckling on it sweetly as he continued pumping in and out of you leisurely. His actions drew out more of your moans, slowly turning into muffled grunts as you bite onto the sleeves of his hoodie just to hold on to the last remnant of sanity.
Hyunjin was not sure if he could ever go back to quick fucks and fast highs with you now. Not when seeing you under him like this made him feel so good, so damned accomplished.
“Hyunjin-” he smiled at the desperation in your voice. “Please? Fuck me?”
He took his time pulling his digits out of your drenched cunt, enthralled by the sound of your whine, He brought his fingers to his mouth and savored your sweet taste again before coming on top of you, arms caging your head. He could see himself reflected in your glossy, despairing eyes, and it made his heart swoon and his skin prickle again, lustful.
“Don’t be too hasty baby.” he kissed you softly, breath ghosting over your trembling lips.
“We’re just getting started.”