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HYUNJIN x READER (f.)
GENRE: Immortal!Hyunjin, Soulmate!au, Historical Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Mature, Suspense, body-swap, transmigration
WARNINGS: themes of questioning existence, historical inaccuracies, multiverses, mentions of physical abuse, death, su*cide, somewhat proofread
WC: 7.0k
A/N: again we are back with our keeper! I rewrote this chapter a few times and finally am content with how it came out. It’s actually wild how I thought I could easily condense the original plot-heavy story into something less intense lol but nonetheless, I actually like the direction I’m taking it in! Hope you enjoy!
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!
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SYNOPSIS: Time keepers. Beings, that exist to keep their universe’s path intact. And, in one such reality, a certain Keeper, one who doesn’t care for his purpose, suddenly finds himself thrust into his most crucial mission yet. What follows is the discovery of emotions, and a love that defies fate itself. This is the story of a Keeper who dared to challenge destiny.
Missed a chapter? — Preface / Chapter 1
CHAPTER 2 ────────────────────────
There is always a consequence for something done wrong. A punishment often following the crime.
Such a thing, strangely enough, does not escape something as divine as The Keeper of Time. The immortal Being subjected to the laws of the mortal ways.
There was an order to things, much like the timeline he was responsible for. He too was made to ensure that he actually did it.
And it was such a simple thing too.
The Keeper of Time was to ensure that the court physician’s daughter does not die that night.
A task, easy to accomplish, one would think. Yet the Being that had learned to hold a grudge against the writers of the world; fate, destiny, the damn whispers that urged him to follow their directions, failed at such a simple mission.
The court physician’s daughter who was supposedly the “key to the future”. One of many major turns of this universe.
“The Vessel” as he learned to call her, having unwillingly memorized her significance in the grand scheme of the world’s order, had to escape alive. And it was his responsibility to ensure it so.
Such things were a gamble, something he has learned just now through his unnecessary stubbornness.
A minute too late and suddenly reality treads the line into another universe, a different timeline. One that perhaps existed already, one that was not written for this cage.
Not his to oversee.
The Keeper of this timeline, where the physician’s daughter does not meet her demise, was to ensure the girl never made it to the lake that takes her life. Ensure he scared her away from it happening. An easy task seeing as his ghost-like presence was already feared by those who trudged too close to his dwellings.
Yet, this gamble of the life of someone supposedly so crucial to the timeline, was left to a mere forgotten Keeper. A begrudging Keeper who wanted nothing more than to end his harrowing existence.
And it shouldn’t come as a shock that he is punished for creating such chaos, for not following through with the words of the whispers.
For holding a grudge and being petty against fate. For wrapping the line of time around his fingers and tangling reality, and perhaps the other realities that existed somewhere out there.
Another Keeper on some other timeline amending his mistakes.
Though, punishment was something new. Something the wandering Being had never heard of. Even if it made sense to be given it after his reckless defiance.
Perhaps it would end his immortality. Perhaps he would be reduced to nothing but ashes, nothing but smoke. The thought of it brought him more peace than he could admit.
‘Do you accept your crimes?’ The whispers of the wind seem to ring in his ear.
“Yes.”
The answer comes quickly to him. A thought that had brewed within him for such a long while he is unsure how he had kept his defiance hidden underneath indifference.
‘Very well. Accept your punishment, foolish Keeper.’
And how easily does he accept.
Yet…
Yet, The Keeper does not perish. Does not combust into smoke or ashes, does not dissipate much to his surprise.
No, instead his eyes flutter open again.
The hazy sights of something he faces often, greets him once more. The night sky, the bright stars. The chirp of crickets and the distant croak of toads. The breeze that flutters through his hair, prickles cool against his skin, all too familiar.
Nothing at all, seemed to be different—
“Ack!” The Being hissed in pain, hand gripping over his chest as he curled over the ground he had seemingly already been laid over.
False.
An intense stabbing pain that he had never felt before was one way to reveal to him that something had, in fact, changed.
And how quickly did he find himself heaving for breath, fingers tightening over the fabric of his robe, eyes tightly screwed-shut, as he tried to get together his bearings. Another groan escaped him in his attempts to soothe the intense and persistent feeling.
It was like being shredded and torn, like being lit on fire. Something clawing deep in his chest.
And it is the shrill sound of a petrified scream that seemed to snatch away the pain that burned through him. Had him panting heavily over the dirt ground, blinking dazed and confused, eyes locked over the dark sky above him.
The Keeper of Time shouldn’t have been surprised one bit, yet still he is. Foolishly.
Lying on solid ground, pine needles and dark loam cushioned under his back, the moonlight shining down to allow glimpses of his surroundings. The familiar valley that was just beneath the cliff, the one that wasn’t too far off from Lake Yarrow, the place the locals called haunted, courtesy of the Keeper, greeted him once again.
The slave of time grunted as he sat up, his ears ringing slightly, and face heated from the painful sensation that lessened as quick as it came. Thrumming just below his ribs persistently as a reminder that it hadn’t dissipated.
He blinked at the dirt, hesitant to move, yet confused all at once.
How bewildering, he groaned instead, shaking away the bleariness that settled over his vision while he tried to stumble up to his full height.
The wind continued to prickle over his flesh, the sound of crickets undisturbed even amidst his painful moans and scattered walk. The heels of his palms press over his eyes, before they finally flutter open once again. Vision much clearer, pain subsiding much more.
He stumbled forth to take a step or two, yet how wrong had it been to do so, because the pain returned. Burning, clawing, shredding through him.
This time it was in his head as well, pounding behind his skull so painful he almost doubled over onto the ground again. Perhaps that was how he found himself lying there in the first place.
Could it get any worse? Though, now it definitely felt like a punishment.
Pains and aches he had never felt before stabbing into him like the kind humans are inflicted with. In his chest, behind his temples.
This time the pain isn’t searing darkness either, no, this time there are flickers behind his closed eyelids.
There’s memories that flash before him.
A surge of events, people he never met, sounds and sights that he had never experienced. Memories that didn’t belong to him, knowledge that wasn’t his, suddenly took over his entire being, making the Keeper clench at his chest again, grimacing as he exhales sharply. Perhaps even worse than to the ache that had him curled over the ground when he first awoke.
Except this ache pounded.
A burning hot sensation coursed through him painfully that had him crying out loud, knuckles gripping into a fist of fabric over his chest. His other hand reaching out reflexively to grasp at anything to ground him, palms pressing against a tree, fingers digging into the rough bark in attempts to soothe the clench.
The sound of a giggle, a serene hum, almost like a radiant whisper was almost angelic, seemed to ring the loudest of all amongst those memories that didn’t belong to him. And as he closed his eyes focusing on the sound, the pain slowly subsided.
Odd.
The dark-haired Keeper attempted to dig deeper into these glimpses that belonged to another, attempted to take a gander at whoever that sound belonged to. Yet before he could try to uncover it, another echoing cry for help from someone in the distance broke him away from his reverie.
His eyes flick open, boring into that direction of the sound, he didn’t have any choice but to follow, knowing well that perhaps that it had all been a part of his punishment. Whatever kind the winds howled about, seemed to have already begun.
The whispers had been riddled and unclear, sensible enough for someone who defied. Who deserved to wake with confusion and pain. A tug towards the shrill cries that he knew nothing of. And although he wasn’t entirely convinced that it wasn’t just another task for him to fulfill, he was starting to believe in it.
Especially now when he was suddenly feeling something, the sound of something beating within him, ringing in his ears.
The Keeper hadn’t noticed yet.
Hadn’t noticed that he was no longer who he was, unaffected by the seasons, hair no longer disheveled, trailing as he walked. Rather, he was dressed finely. In silks, light an airy. The pastel color stood out in the dark of the night. His hair was much shorter than it had been, falling just above his shoulders, strands tied back with a ribbon to keep it out of his face.
And it isn’t until the Keeper looked down at his fingers, the pale skin suddenly filled with a warmth, skin soft and smooth, the glisten of a ring bright in his eyes, that he realizes that he isn’t in his body.
Or perhaps he is.
But a better version of himself. A human version of himself.
Yet he wasn’t all human it seemed.
The Keeper’s eyes falter, big and wide over his fingers, bewildered gaze settling. Not at the jewelry, but at the glowing line.
The glimmering thread tied to his finger.
The red string of fate he had seen glimpses of in people. Their connections through this vibrant thread was a stark reminder of their existence. That they were mortal. They were human.
He swallowed thickly, that sound of the beating coming from within him suddenly growing louder, hammering faster. And by the time he realized it was coming from his chest, he had frozen.
The desperate screams suddenly became a forgotten thought. Instead he was taken by this new discovery.
A fascination lingered in his expression as he understood what that sound had been all along. His palm rises to rest flat against his own chest.
The thump thump thump that seemed to reverberate through his ribs and against his hand, made him inhale a gasp. Shocked all over again.
He had heard about it before. Wandering tales of something he was missing. Or, something he had never had to begin with.
He had heard about it from Jeongin. Spotted those who feared him, clutching at their chest when they stumbled upon him—right before they faint from the shock.
The loud beating of it meant that you were alive. The loud pounding of your heart ringing in your ears when you felt.
There was so much going through his mind. Overwhelmed by the onslaught of changes that were happening to him, the Keeper flounders in place. From a thing that had simply dwelled through time, to someone he didn’t recognize, didn’t know, he felt his mind reeling.
The memories, the heart beating, the red string—
His eyes dart back to his hand, following the glowing thread trailing into the distance, fading in the dark.
Toward the direction of the scream.
His legs move on their own, chasing after it. A sudden urgency in his step.
It isn’t until he’s stood by the edges of Lake Yarrow, the place of his failed-mission, that his eyes settle on the small wooden boat that floated in the distance, and he watches, his eyes squinting to get a clear view at the person who had let out that scream earlier.
The woman that held both sides of the rocking boat to balance herself, clearly distraught, and he suddenly feels another pang of pain.
A grip at his heart. That memory of giggling ringing in his ears once more.
He lets out a groan, his hand clutching at his chest again, strained eyes looking up at the boat, at the woman who seemed to have spotted him. Her still, hazy face, clearly staring at him with surprise, perhaps with relief.
The pain subsides slowly. And the Keeper found himself once more glancing down at the faint glow of thread. The one that trailed, vibrant and thin, tied to…her.
“H-help!” Her voice echoed loudly from the distance, the boat slightly swaying as she attempted to get his attention, gasping as she held both sides again.
The dark-haired man found himself moving on his own, acting before thinking until he finds his legs sludging against the water with each step, going deeper and deeper until he was submerged in the lake.
He hadn’t swam in waters in what seemed like an eternity, yet here he was, wading through the cold wavelets that suddenly made his skin tingle, that pushed against him heavily. Another feeling he hadn’t felt before.
One more fascinating discovery.
And after a few more surprisingly strenuous strokes, he managed to steady himself by the wooden boat, his eyes taking in the sight upclose.
The young lady sitting there, drenched head to toe, shivered tremendously. Red-rimmed eyes stared at him, almost entranced. Almost mortified.
Y/N hadn’t expected him to swim over to her. Hadn’t expected him to take such drastic actions in the dark of this night.
An eerie silence settled as she stared at him in shock.
She didn’t expect him to be this good looking, his long locks dripping with water as he bobbed atop the lake, his slender fingers holding the boat still, to keep himself tethered to it. His own gaze trailed over her drenched form trembling in it.
Her eyes set on the grip he had over the wooden edge. At the rivulets of water that drip from the sleeves of his robe, the jewelry adorned, shining against his skin. His fingers curled into a hold. Then they flicked up to meet his gaze.
The dark brown eyes peered into her shocked stare. Into her soul. He looks like a siren in the water. A ghost of Lake Yarrow.
Y/N opened her mouth to speak, yet the words didn’t want to come out. Instead her eyes welled with more tears, a sight that bewildered the man in the water even further, making him blink back with a frown a few times.
“P-please don’t hurt me.” Her words had come out in a sob, her tense figure afraid to move.
The supposed lake ghost was severely confused, brows pinching together as he wondered what the hell she was talking about.
He had come to help her. Just as she wanted when she cried out for it. Had swam over from all the way over there, the cold water making him shiver, skin sting, shoulders ache.
Humans were indeed such foolish, funny creatures.
Though he does not dwell much over that thought. Instead, his eyes settled on her hand, on her fourth finger, the thread that seemed to be connected to his, tied around it securely. Her wary gaze darted to follow his intense concentration on her hand, making her instinctively clutch it back into her chest, already on-edge.
Clearly terrified.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He stated with a sigh, form slowly swimming to the back of the boat, feeling her survey his every move.
Though the swim and the time spent in the chilling waters had weirdly strained him, the lightweight of the wood made it easier to push along through the calm lake.
Her body had swayed as he began moving them, a startled yelp escaping her as her fingers gripped at the either side of the boat again, instantly peering back to watch him. At his wet, water dripping face. His expression concentrated, huffing with every push. Her eyes flitted back to his hands gripping the boat behind her as an acting oar. Watching him as if he’d grab her if she looked away.
Returning to solid land is much more exerting than he had thought, the chill of the waters clinging to him with his drenched attire.
Yet before the Keeper could get his bearings together, the confusion of everything that he is and isn’t, overwhelming him all at once, before he could even speak another word to the woman he was bound to, the woman he was bound to, scrambled out of the rocking boat, the force of her movements making him stumble.
She runs. At least attempts to, shrieking, when the Keeper instinctively grips at her left hand, his fingers wrapping loose around her wrist to halt her.
Y/N shakes him off with ease, the surprise of her actions making him slip, wet shoes sliding over the ground beneath him.
Goddamnit.
He hisses, both from the cold, from colliding onto the surface of lake’s edge, dirt sticking to his wet palms, staining the knees of his pastel robes.
“W-wait!” His voice is different when spoken in shouts, raspy, echoing, yet…alive.
He hadn’t paid much attention in the water, though now there is a clatter in his teeth, something he easily associated with the cold, a familiar action he has seen in Jeongin as well during those winter months when the boy traveled far to his cave.
His call falls to deaf ears of course, only ringing silence returning to him. The crying woman, who holds the other end of the fluttering, fading thread, does not look back once.
Instead, Y/N cries.
Her tears, the fear thundering in her chest, driving her to clutch her water-heavy skirt into her fists and run. She isn’t sure where she’s headed, the distinct smell of the yarrow flowers, the waft of dirt and earth heavy in her nose, nothing to clue her into the right direction. Whichever way that was. Though when the familiarity of certain curves and hills of the forest stick out to her, she follows the path, exhaling a shaky breath. The shortcut that had put her in the lake, suddenly taking her away from Yarrow Forest.
Her head swung back to peer into the darkness behind her, even if she does not see the man from the lake at her chase, the fear doesn’t ease. Y/N’s breath is choked, eyes bleary as the lanterns of the village square came into view, making her pick up her pace, chasing after the light, after the clamor that is the market place.
And as she ran amidst the lantern lit area, gaze darting around faces suddenly unfamiliar, eyes that watch her with shock, confusion and surprise alike, she felt much more petrified.
Hushed murmurs that do not help her rising panic erupt around her and Y/N’s shaky legs fold until she found herself collapsing over the ground, heaving for air.
There’s a small crowd gathered now, vendors, lingering passer-byers all asking her questions, all talking over one another, words blending together, ringing in her ears yet muffled all at once, that Y/N cannot get herself to answer. No one approached her directly, but the circle formed around her making her breathe heavily.
“Move out of the way!” The commanding tone of a group of men, easily broke the audience apart.
“Move, Move—” The chatter only grew, though the crowd split to reveal even more unfamiliar faces.
Men wearing uniformed robes.
Officers of the police bureau. The familiar blue robes, the wooden batons on their waist.
“Young Miss Y/N!” One of them crouched over her, his brows pulled into a frown, recognizing her.
She was shivering by now, both from the confusion and the wet clothes that cling to her. Another officer spoke loudly behind, arms flailing wildly to disperse the gathered crowd.
“We must you home.”
Someone throws over a blanket-like fabric over her and the lady-healer does not put up a fight when she is lifted up, the officers leading her out of The Square.
Home. How terribly did she want to return.
And just as her heart had settled from everything that seemed to have been happening to her in such quick succession, terrible encounters one after the other, Y/N instead found her head darting around the grand villas passing as the officers lead her through.
Home? Her home was not here.
Not in the heart of the village, not amidst the noble lords and these vast estates. They must’ve been mistaken. Yet before she could voice any of her words, an unfamiliar young girl runs down the stone steps of a home that she was for once, familiar with.
“My lady!” The girl was…crying.
What for? The confusion swirls tighter in her mind, wracking as her eyes darted around more unfamiliar faces that take her off of the arms of the officers, bowing to them gratefully.
The officers are left behind with some of those unfamiliar faces, voices that she doesn’t pay much attention to, fading away as she’s led indoors of the villa. The home she has been to many times.
This was…the Yang household, yet the imposing presence of a nobleman pacing back and forth in the stone steps leading up to the courtyard was that of someone who made her eyes widen. It was her—
“F-father…” Her voice trembled with shock, a sharp inhale of breath making her stand before the man.
The man who was her father, but nothing about him was of the village herbalist she knew, pinned her down with his piercing gaze.
No, in front of her stood a well-dressed nobleman.
A lord who wore her father’s face, along with a deep scowl that she was not used to seeing on it.
One she did not have the chance to trail over. Seeing as her head had swung sideways with a painful force, ears ringing, cheek stinging. Eyes widening further as she stared over the stone beneath, letting what had just occurred set in.
Her father struck her.
The pain of his slap burning over the flesh of her face, she couldn’t help the tears that welled in her gaze, the spitting words of the man who hit her, seemed just like a distant noise.
He was cursing at her. Words that peirce through the ringing sting of his actions, faint but full of malice.
“Useless—Stubborn wench!“ The man that wore her father’s face spat.
There’s more words, more shouts of an enraged lord reprimanding his daughter for losses she knew nothing of.
The rushed entrance of well-dressed woman, another lady of high status, was quick to appease the man. Her hands pressed down to massage his arms to calm him down. Muttering honey-laced words Y/N had no care for. The maids are quick to usher the confused, crying, young lady out of the open courtyard.
Drenched, shivering, she allowed herself to be dragged like a ragdoll, The lord’s voice echoing through the open corridors to lock her in her chambers.
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The Keeper found himself shivering, teeth still clattering and droplets of water sliding off of his skin, his hair, as he trudged through the damp earth, dirt and pine needles sticking and smearing into his soaked robes.
It’s quite easy to find his path, following the almost luminous thread of the woman who had left in such a state to begin with.
Humans and their ungratefulness. He can’t help but grunt.
And why was it that he was already feeling burnt out? His muscles aching slightly, his skin prickling goosebumps. The robes feel heavy with the weight of water dragging with him.
The forest soon began to thin, and he wasn’t deep within the dense foliage anymore, he’s quick to learn. Though he hasn’t been this close to the edge in what feels like decades. The dark towering trees and draping leaves clear away to a dirt path. A manmade clearing that led him to civilization.
“Ridiculous.” He shivered, swaying slightly to lean against the thick trunk of a tree, the chirping of crickets ringing loud in the air.
He squinted to make his way through the path, attempting to chase after the woman from the lake. The lake which he was supposed to save the physician’s daughter from, but instead encountered an ungrateful girl who left him in such misery.
The Keeper tries not to feel a prickle of irritation at the mere thought. He clearly already has his hands full. From the fluttering soultie, to his suddenly beating heart.
Perhaps he thought himself much more insignificant than he was, seeing as he’s now suffering from the aftermath.
The Vessel sank deeper somewhere into the bottom of Lake Yarrow while he clutched his very human body.
He would have preferred he be reduced to ashes. Though at the thought his head whipped around to observe his surroundings, in case the gods had somehow heard and the whispers returned.
They don’t of course. Instead, the Keeper found himself stumbling over nothing with a groan.
There is the distant light of lanterns, sights of fog and smoke billowing from the homes he often overlooked from up there on his cliff. Though, trying to peer back in the direction he came from, the Yarrow Forest was nothing but a looming darkness, a shadow concealing everything under the night.
He took a few steps, fist closing and opening as he looked down at the red wavering line, still faint now that he wasn’t close to the one tied to the other end.
“—Young lord!”
The call is far, coming from the distance ahead, that has The dark-haired Keeper straining his eyes to see, but the voice carried loud in the silence of the night.
“Lord Hyunjin!”
Now that the man—well boy, who stared back both spooked and panting breathless, had stopped right in front of him, the Keeper realized that it was he that was being called on.
Though not by a name he had heard before.
“Young lord! Are you alright!? What are you doing here—” The boy gasped frantically, hands springing forward to wipe away at the older man’s wet skin.
“You’re soaked Lord Hyun—We have to get you home!” He continued with his rambles, arms steadying the confused, and shivering man.
Something the Keeper didn’t realize his body was doing. How weak.
“Can you walk—Careful! Lean on me. Oh, the madam is worried sick!” The way the young boy frets, should irritate the Keeper who was not used to such things, but it seems that Jeongin’s chattering has gotten him conditioned to such agony.
He wondered about the other young boy. Wondered if he would be confused to find the cave empty. Confused to find the Keeper of Time now standing as someone called Hyunjin, trembling like a pitiful leaf.
Before he could get a word in, the boy was clutching him tightly, leading him into town, which he assumes it was at least. How he was found, the Keeper is clueless. Though, he assumes it’s best to let it happen seeing as he hasn’t got a clue on how to decipher exactly what his punishment is.
The gods truly are cruel.
The streets they pass are nothing but a blur, veiled by the night, not as loud as Jeongin had described. Although that might have had to do with the late hour.
Yet again, there is more fretting, though the lost Keeper does not realize he is being concealed to the side entrance of what looks to be a grand villa, avoiding the havoc from the neighboring courtyard.
Rustle of feet, creaks of doors and the distant voice of someone speaking almost echoed over the wall, though he does not catch much of it, too busy being overwhelmed by his own new environment, than whatever was happening next door.
The lanterns that arrive with more faces of worry, blind him with the shine, and the increase of tugging makes the Keeper recoil, followed by even more gasping of strangers frantic from his so-called “worrying state”—whatever that meant.
They scurry him along, further into the turns and corners of the estate. Deeper into a home that lit up with nothing but firelight, leaving him dazed.
“Haru what—”
“Call for the lord’s physician!” The young boy apparently called Haru, who had not let go of him, instructed.
And the burlier man who had attempted to ask probably about his state, instantly skittered away towards a direction the Keeper felt was strangely familiar.
“I’ll notify the madam, she has been hysterical!” Another attendant, one with a striking mole on her nose, stated in a rush of words as she too ran away.
Perhaps the Keeper should have been paying more attention to where he was being dragged to, perhaps even focus on what they were all anxiously whispering about while leading him further into the expanse of the grand home. But he was too busy observing, though his teeth did still clatter from the chill of the night, from the clothes now cold on his skin.
The wooden beams of the outdoor corridors were tall, the floorboards beneath his feet, warm. He doesn’t get to stare for long, ushered into what he heard was “his chambers”—or at least this human body’s.
What did they call him again?
“Lord Hyunjin!”
Ah, yes, right. Hyunjin.
His eyes flicker up and instantly his brows narrow at the sight before him.
Great, another man that wears that look of fear. Of panic and worry.
The man is older, much older, long white beard and wrinkles creasing on his face. His clothes are rather refined compared the attires of those the Keeper had been surrounded by thus far. A man of a different class he guessed.
Jeongin had once said something about being a “lowly commoner”, perhaps this man was not. His eyes flicker down to his own wrinkled, but silk robes. And with all the fussing, it was clear Hyunjin too was anything but a lowly commoner.
He doesn’t get to linger on these new observations long either, something that’s been happening ever since he awoke in the forest. And even if he doesn’t voice any complaints, easily going whichever way he’s pulled and directed to, he does find himself settled into cushioned bedding, warm towels wrapping around him.
He hisses at the sudden temperature change, which also easily intrigues him as he blinked almost blankly at a startled Haru.
“Are you alright my lord?” The boy murmured, faltering with his hand in the air.
“Uh—”
“Haru, dress him in something dry.” The old man who he understands is a physician, called.
The Keeper inhaled deeply, eyes darting around the room now that he was allowed to sit still, though Haru does tug at the knot of his robes. There are vibrant colors surrounding him, his eyes absorbing the luxurious setting that they claimed was his bedchamber.
It seemed familiar now that he thought about it, even if he had never even stepped foot in here. That painting over there with the cranes seems to call him in particular. Maybe he has seen it before. Fleeting in the memories of this body he possessed.
The vivid hues pricked at his senses, and before he could lose himself further in the interior of the chambers, sudden calloused hands pressed over his forehead, instantly drawing his attention to the physician deep in thought before him as he checked for heat.
The patient Keeper found himself mimicking the action once the old man turned away, pupils flicking up to his own furrowed brows, assessing himself. Unsure of exactly what they were even searching for.
His skin was warm, but he guessed it wasn’t as warm as they hoped, since neither the physician nor Haru lingered on it.
The old man took the confused Keeper’s hand in his, examining the fingers, pressing over his wrist before once more narrowing his gaze, deep in thought. In search of something the clueless Keeper was yet again in the dark about.
The Keeper wondered if the man saw the thread, if it made him stare in the same way. Confused, conflicted.
But instead, the physician reached for the needle on a small table nearby. Other familiar yet unfamiliar instruments laid out, sparking the Keeper's curiosity. His attention was already drawn, distracted by the shiny things. He couldn’t help but gaze at them intensely.
And before he could lean forward and touch the objects himself, the door to his chambers opened again, revealing an older woman, dressed rather lavishly, sniffled as she rushed in. Her tear-stricken face mirrored the sorrow of the girl by the lake. The one he was bound to.
“H-Hyunjin!” She exclaimed as the familiar face of the woman with the mole from earlier held her from stumbling over.
“Physician Han?” Her cries trail to the physician who greets her with a somber expression.
“We are attending to him, Lady Seo.” He bowed while the woman wiped her eyes with a nod, sitting to the side to wait anxiously.
But the Keeper didn’t dwell too much on the distraught woman.
His eyes shifted back to Physician Han’s hand, his own fingers still held in its grasp. The Keeper stared again at the glowing thread wavering in the air. It faded through the walls, leading somewhere beyond his sight. the faint glow mocking him almost, the unknown other end tied to the crying girl he had lost.
Or was she truly lost if he could just follow the thread to find her? Maybe—
A sharp prick interrupted his thoughts.
“—Ack!” He hissed again reflexively, loudly, startled by the sudden pain.
His wide gaze shot down to his thumb, where a needle had pierced the thin skin under his nail, a tiny bead of blood pooling over the puncture wound. He stared at it, blinking at the vivid color. The sting lingered.
The Keeper knew blood. The smell, the sight, the color. He was no stranger to such things—pierced flesh, gore and carcasses left behind. The aftermath of predators successfully hunting prey. But he’d never seen blood ever come from his own body, never felt this strange sting, this foreign sensation that left him unsure of what to name it. Much like the stabbing sensation he had felt in his chest. Though this one was much less painful, startling moreso.
“It can’t be…” Physician Han murmured with a shaky voice, surprised eyes glancing between the blood and a blinking Hyunjin.
There’s more prodding, the old physician sat before him holding onto his wrist the entire time, fingers digging deep muttering numbers under his breath. But the dazed Keeper does not linger on him, he’s learned to ignore the mortals and their constant chatter, perhaps he should thank Jeongin for giving him such patience for such up-close contact.
He’s more interested in what’s out there. His eyes flick to the window. Over there, where his soultie tugs towards.
But of course he doesn’t get to ponder much on those thoughts, not when the old man apparently discovered something new, something that has never happened before. Once more making the Keeper flinch.
“It—it’s a miracle!”
He looked back to see the baffled grin spreading across Physician Han’s face.
“Madam, he no longer seem to be sick!” He announces with much too much excitement.
Though the confused Keeper guesses it had something to do with his heart condition—Wait. How the hell did he even know about that?
He frowned, once more lost in his thoughts.
Lady Seo, let out a loud sob even more louder than the sniffles she arrived with, before lunging forward and throwing herself at him. She pulled him into her trembling arms, snapping him out of his trance. Her cries filled the room, vibrating through him as her body shook against Hyunjin’s rigid form.
“My son…” She sobbed, tightening her grip.
For a moment there was a throb in his chest, her shaking form clutching him tightly.
But perhaps that was the lingering emotions of the original owner of this body that surfaced. Of course, the Keeper who now sat in her embrace instead, only blinked, his attention shifting to the vase sitting on the table over her shoulder. The glossy surface reflected the room’s light, catching his eye.
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Y/N had always been headstrong, it’s a quality she had gotten from her father. The same quality that she could tell, thrummed within the Lord who wore her father’s face. Though much more grim and evil, at least from the way he scowled at her, cursed at her.
The way he struck her.
Yet, the lady-healer who had always been headstrong, always one to fight back against those who thought they could walk over her, found herself huddling into her knees in the dark room that she found herself locked in. The grand room that smelled of roses, of oils and elegant fragrances that Y/N had always associated with the haughty young maidens of higher status.
Y/N didn’t have to second guess the fact that this was not home. Her home.
The familiar village so foreign, so different from a reality she knew, had her mind reel. Made her breath catch, chest heave with anxiousness as she attempted to exhale.
The tears seemed to be a part of her expression, stinging at her cheeks as she shed them. Praying, hoping she woke from this nightmare. This frightful dream that she was told was her home.
How can it be? When her loving father was not the man she knew? He didn’t dress the same, he didn’t walk the same. Even his distinct smell no longer fills her nostrils.
Her brother? Just yesterday she had teased Seungmin, pinched his cheeks as he huffed about being too old for such antics.
Was it yesterday? Or…
What day was it?
The girl’s eyes shot up from her arms that muffed her face, bleary eyes glancing around the room that was as unfamiliar as it was when she was brought into it. Apparently it was hers.
Couldn’t be.
She didn’t own any of these things. These trinkets, these fine fabrics and silk bedding, smooth wood furniture shaved with intricate designs.
No, her room was a cramped space, a cot and strewn clothes. Seungmin’s corner of wood carvings decorated on her low table. It smelled of tangerine peels from the batch she would often dry by the window. It was nothing refined as this grand chamber that clearly belonged to a lady of wealth. But it had been familiar, home.
Y/N sniffled, the door still remained locked, she would have heard them unlocking it. Heard her father’s stern tone, face pulled into a scowl. Sounds and sights she had not seen from the man who was her actual father.
Perhaps she was possessed. Perhaps it was a terrible nightmare. Though the stinging pain from the slap, from pinching herself until there were indents of her nails, proved it wasn’t.
Maybe someone had cursed her. Or maybe she had been transported somewhere unknown. Crossed a portal of some sort, there were sayings like such that the village shaman had preached about.
Y/N stiffened, mind suddenly working with thoughts. Ridiculous ones too, but her entire situation was nothing but ridiculous, a fever dream that wasn’t a dream at all.
The village shaman. Yes, she had to get to her. Or atleast, someone like her that hopefully existed in this place.
The young lady’s eyes once again drifted down to her attire. Dry clothes that she had been wrapped into. Silky and light, yet uncomfortable still in the layers that covered her, the fabric white as snow, not a single stain in sight. It lacked the embroidery of the wet ones she had trembled in, though it was just as elegant. Her eyes continued to trail, over the cloth down to her hands, skin soft. Free of calluses, of signs of hard labor. Manicured nails. Her fingers—
The door unlocking cranked loudly in the quiet, making her jump. The face of a sorrowed maid, the same one that had brought her here, entered even more silently. Her hands clutched what seemed to be a tray, a meal most likely. Sure, even under the weight of house arrest, it was expected for a noble lady that seemed to have been raised well to be fed. Surrounded by three meals a day, by riches, maids and servants. Free of responsibilities—
Her cheeks tingled as she remembered the slap.
No, perhaps, not all responsibilities. Since Y/N had been punished for something she doesn’t recall, something that wasn’t her doing.
What had this noble girl even been doing at that lake?
The servants here had whispered about the lake being haunted as they fussed to change her out of her wet attire. Gasped about the ominous, while wiping away dirt and her tears. Which was believable seeing as Y/N had even encountered a ghost who… had helped her.
Her eyes darted back down to her left hand. The one he grabbed.
“I-I was so worried, my lady.” The young maid sniffled as she sat before her on the ground, the sound of her subdued cries both surprising and startling to the jilted lady.
There was a moment of silence as the two girls stared at one another before the older spoke, rising distress writing over her expression.
“What-what is it that I have done?” Y/N’s voice is much raspier than usual, the dry feeling in her throat unsoothing.
What is it that had her locked in here?
What was it that deserved her to be stricken by a man who wore her father’s face?
The girl’s eyes met Y/N’s, big eyes welling with tears before her expression crumbled, sudden cries escaping her as she lunged forward to embrace her mistress.
Y/N stiffened, freezing as the girl’s arms wrapped around her, crying for someone else.
For something Y/N doesn’t know.
“My lady. You-you said you had no other choice—that you didn’t want to marry-I-I should’ve—I should’ve stopped you!” She sobbed, grasp tightening around Y/N.
The confusion slowly eased, instead her eyes only blinked as the implications of the maid’s words settled.
“Did I go there to die?” The words were whispered, but the squeeze and muffled crying proved that her conclusions were not too far off.
Ah. The young lady of this house took her own life.
The young lady…who she now was. Y/N, Very much alive.
Very much present for the aftermath of it all.
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t o b e c o n t i n u e d .
I am late getting to this but I was excited to get here lol Hyunjin is now a mortal and the description of how he turned so I definitely felt I was right there with him. And the little twist with reader at the end 😶🌫️
Wow, is that me posting after 2 months?? YEAH GUYS THAT'S IT. Made a quick comeback to wish my sweet friend @moonchild9350 a very happy bday!! I'm a bit rusty but I hope you like it, Cait! 💙
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings: smut (MDNI), kidnapping
Alexa, play MONA LISA by j-hope
The smell of salt filled up your lungs, making you nauseous. Or maybe it was the constant, relentless rocking of the ship, carried by the furious waves of the big ocean. The biting wind lashed against your face, and you were almost certain that at any moment your skin would freeze over and shatter into a thousand pieces.
You had been tied to the mast of The Lover— the ship of the great Captain Hwang Hyunjin— for hours. From a distance, you could hear the whistles and crude comments from his crew. You tried to ignore them, but it was getting harder and harder to fight the urge to punch each and every one of them in the face. Lucky bastards, your hands were tied.
Captain Hyunjin had stolen you from the ship of Captain Seo Changbin, the most feared man across all seas and your beloved fiance. Yes, stolen. As if you were just another treasure he could simply take for himself without a second thought.
You had been asleep, the ship sailing toward Stayville, when Hyunjin and his men attacked The Ultra. Changbin locked you inside his quarters, but Captain Hwang found you anyway and carried you to The Lover with no mercy
“Stay back”, you warned, grabbing a knife as a weapon, “Touch me and I swear…”
But he didn’t raise his sword, instead, he tilted his head like he was gazing at a masterpiece in a gallery, “You…”, he said, breathless, “You’re the most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen”
Your jaw clenched, “Is this a line you use before you slaughter everyone?”
“No”, he said, smiling lazily, “That one’s just for you”
You didn’t see the men behind you until it was too late. Strong arms caught yours, a rough voice told you not to fight. You twisted, kicked, even bit, but it was no use. Hyunjin stepped closer, watching like you were a vision he wasn’t quite convinced was real.
“Let me go!”, you shouted, “You don’t even know who I am”
“No”, he murmured, “But I’m about to find out”
And since then, you haven't been able to say another word. You knew Hyunjin was a collector of masterpieces but what exactly did he mean by that? Did he see you as a work of art? Were you going to die hanging beside a Picasso in his pirate cabin?
“Hey, doll!”, the voice of one of the sailors pulled you out of your spiral of thoughts. He was pointing a sword at you. The man was tall, with red hair and dimples deep enough to hide a treasure in them, “The captain is summoning you”
You shivered, what was he going to do with you? Your reaction only made him smirk wider, “Relax, doll. The captain’s not going to kill you”. You blinked, looking at him as he stepped closer— close enough for you to feel the heat of his body, the tip of the sword pressing lightly against your neck, “The captain would never harm a lady as beautiful as you”, he murmured, his fingers brushing against the cold skin of your face.
You turned your head away quickly, wishing you could disappear from there as fast as possible. The man pressed the sword a little harder against your throat, “You like this, huh?” ,he asked, the smirk still plastered across his face. There was no way that idiot actually thought you were enjoying this. Maybe if you kneeled against his groin, things would get actual fun
“Yang Jeongin!”, a soft voice called out from afar, “What do you think you’re doing?”
The redhead immediately jumped back, loosening the pressure on your throat. You gasped, grateful for whoever that voice belonged to. The man was approaching, you could hear the sound of his boots striking the wooden deck growing louder until he finally stopped in front of you— Captain Hyunjin. Tall, pale, with long black hair cascading over his shoulders— he looked like a prince who had abandoned royalty to become a thief of the seas. You had seen him before, but it was impossible not to lose your breath every time.
“I explicitly told you to take her to my quarters, not to cut her throat!”, he exploded at Jeongin.
The man swallowed hard and nodded quickly, “Yes, Captain! I was just about to do that”
He stepped forward to approach you again, but Hyunjin stopped him with a simple gesture, “I’ll handle it myself”
He pulled a dagger from his belt and cut through the thick rope binding you. The relief of finally being able to move your limbs again was immediate. You instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to warm your freezing body.
He frowned slightly, clearly disappointed with himself for leaving you out in the cold for so long, “My apologies”, he said, “I was… preparing everything”
Preparing everything? You frowned, confused. Everything for what?
As if he had read your mind, his expression softened, and a small smile appeared, “You’ll find out in a moment”, then he extended his hand to you.
Your eyes scanned the deck— there were at least ten men around you. Even if you were fast enough to climb the mast you had been tied to, what would you do next? Throw yourself into the sea and swim to shore? You didn’t even know where you were.
So you did the only thing that you could— you took his hand. He led you toward his quarters, and just before closing the door, Hyunjin turned to his crew and said, his tone firm, “Unless her fiancé comes looking for revenge, I expect not to be disturbed”
Then the heavy thud of the door shutting— and locking— echoed through the room. Suddenly— it was just you and him.
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The room was the exact opposite of what you had imagined. Instead of something masculine, with swords hanging on the walls and clothes scattered in every corner, Hyunjin’s quarters smelled of clay and paint. There was an easel already set up, and a divan placed strategically in front of it. The room was warm, thanks to a fireplace glowing in the corner.
“Strip”, he said.
You blinked, then looked at him. He had his back turned, unbuttoning his loose white shirt, “W-what?”, you stuttered. Hyunjin was beautiful, but you couldn’t just sleep with him, you were engaged to Captain Changbin.
“I said, strip”, he repeated, his shirt sliding off his shoulders, exposing his broad, muscular back. Then he turned to hang it up, revealing his defined, gleaming abdomen.
You swallowed. Maybe one time wouldn’t hurt… right? No, you couldn’t.
Noticing you were frozen in place, he smirked and stepped closer, “Need help?”, he offered, his voice laced with seduction. Your breathing grew heavier, but you shook your head as no, hoping he would understand you didn’t want him at all.
He nodded once and moved toward the easel, sitting on the stool in front of the canvas. You stayed where you were, watching, “Let’s get on with it. I don’t have all day”, he said, not even looking at you as he reached for a case in the corner. He took out a palette, some tubes of paint, and began mixing colors— carefully, precisely— trying to match your skin tone as closely as possible.
So he wanted to paint you, not violate you. That… made sense.
Hesitantly, you brought your hands to the hem of your nightgown and pulled it over your head, revealing your bare body. Hyunjin couldn’t help but look, “Not wearing anything underneath, huh?”
“We were sleeping when you and your men showed up”, you replied, humorlessly.
He chuckled softly, almost like it slipped out, “My apologies, miss…”
“Yn”, you completed
He lowered his brush and looked at your face, “Yn. What a beautiful name. It suits your beauty”
You blushed, of course, “You may lie down on that divan, Miss Yn. However you feel most comfortable”
Walking slowly, you did as he said, lying down with your head resting against a round cushion on the sofa. Hyunjin’s gaze lingered on you before he adjusted himself on the stool and picked up a piece of charcoal, beginning to sketch the lines of your body.
“So”, you started, “am I allowed to talk?”
His eyes moved between you and the canvas, “Of course. Otherwise it would be too boring for you, wouldn’t it?”
“Then why did you take your shirt off if you weren’t planning to sleep with me?”, you asked bluntly.
His eyes widened, but only for a second, cause soon enough, they narrowed again, that usual air of mystery settling back in, “Who said I’m not going to?”
You shifted uncomfortably. Was it still possible to escape?
“Hey, hey… don’t move!”, he warned, then he sighed deeply, “I just don’t like getting paint on my shirts”, he added, simply.
“And why me?”, you said, one eyebrow lifted
Hyunjin frowned, eyes never leaving your body, “What do you mean?”
“Why me? Why not another woman? As far as I know, you hunt masterpieces, not people”
That made him pause, “Can’t you see your own beauty?”, he said after a moment, “You are the most beautiful masterpiece I’ve ever seen. I won’t allow that beauty to fade without being immortalized, Miss Yn”
A shiver ran down your spine. God, he was charming with his words, you could bet your left pinky finger that this man wrote poetry in the dead of night.
After that, Hyunjin continued painting you in silence, his gaze shifting between you and the canvas with an intensity that made your skin tingle.
At some point, without even realizing it, your eyes grew heavy. The warmth of the room, the scratch of the charcoal against the canvas, and the exhaustion from everything that had happened finally caught up to you.
And you fell asleep.
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When you woke up, everything was quiet. The fire had burned lower, casting a softer glow across the room and a silky robe now covered your body. You frowned slightly, sitting up, your fingers brushing against the smooth fabric, he must have put it on you. But Hyunjin was nowhere to be seen.
For a moment, you hesitated but curiosity got the best of you. You stood up, pulling the robe around your body, and slowly walked toward the canvas. Andwhen you reached it— you got paralyzed, your breath caught in your lunges. It was… breathtaking. No, more than that— it was you, and yet not.
Every curve, shadow and subtle detail were captured in a way no one had ever seen you before, not even yourself. It wasn’t just your body, it was something deeper, almost intimate. Like he had painted not just what you looked like— but what you were.
No one ever looked at you like that.
Your fingers hovered the canvas, afraid to even touch it, as if you might ruin everything, “You like it?”, his voice came from behind you, low, smooth, his hot breath against your neck
You gasped softly, heart hammering against your chest, you hadn’t heard him come back and now he was close— too close.
“I told you”, he murmured, his voice brushing against your ear, “you deserved to be immortalized”
Your breath faltered. For a second— just a second— you thought of Changbin, your fiancé. But the thought slipped away just as quickly as it came. Because Hyunjin was there, and the way he looked at you— like he saw you— made everything fade away.
You turned around slowly, your eyes meeting his. And before you could think— you kissed his plump lips. For a second, he seemed caught off guard like he didn’t expect you to close the distance first. But it didn’t last longer. His hand came up almost instantly, fingers curling around your waist, pulling you closer like he’d been waiting for this all along.
The kiss deepened as your fingers found his bare chest and you felt his warmth under your touch, solid and real, making your head spin. Hyunjin exhaled against your lips, his other hand moving to your jaw, tilting your face just slightly to kiss you better like wasn’t just tasting you, but also learning you
You felt your breath hitch as his thumb brushed lightly against your cheek, so gentle it almost didn’t match the way he held you— firm, possessive, like you might slip away if he loosened his grip even a little.
Your back met the edge of the table without you even realizing you were moving. Or maybe he was just guiding you. Probably him.
The kiss broke for just a second— just enough for you to breathe— but he didn’t pull away. His forehead rested against yours, his lips hovering dangerously close, “Careful”, he murmured, voice low, almost amused, “You don’t strike me as someone careless, Miss Yn”, but there was something else in his tone— something darker.
You barely had time to process it before you leaned in again. Your hand slid up his shoulder, fingers tangling lightly in his hair, and that seemed to do something to him cause his grip tightened, pulling you impossibly closer against him. A soft, almost inaudible, moan escaped his lips and that sent a shiver down your spine.
His lips trailed just slightly along the corner of your mouth, then descended your jaw, reaching your neck, “You have no idea”, he whispered against your skin, “what you’re doing to me”, and then he got even lower, his fingers parting the robe, setting your breasts free.
“Hyunjin”, you breathed as soon as his tongue started circling your nipple before closing around it. You arched against him, a gasp spilling from your lips before you could catch it. His hand slid down, fingers pressing against your thigh, opening it carefully.
“You want this?”, he asked, voice raspy as velvet. You nodded, impatient already, “No. Say it”, he whispered against your chest, “Say you want me”
“I want you”, you panted, “I want you so badly it hurts me physically”
That was all he needed. His hand slid between your thighs, fingers parting you with reverence, making you tremble. He touched you like he already knew all parts of you, like he knew the way your body begged for more before even having to ask. When he finally slipped his fingers inside you, your head tipped back with a whimper. He curled them just right, slow and deep, his other hand bracing on your hip as he watched you going completely undone.
“You’re so beautiful when you let go”, he murmured, kissing you again, your lips swollen already. But you wanted more— all of him.
You tugged his hair, now tied in a low pony tail, “Hyunjin… please…”
His eyes darkened and he paused just to carry you to the divan and undress himself. You also worked on the robe, untying it and letting the soft fabric slid down your body till it hit the floor.
You looked at Hyunjin again, his cock hung heavy between his thighs, flushed and hard and aching—- for you. His eyes searched yours as you whispered, “Come here and paint me again… with you”
He groaned, low and very broken, and then he was over you, already lined up, his breath hot against your cheek as he pressed in slowly, inch by inch, making you gasp
“Fuck”, he whispered, “You feel like… like you were made for me”
You wrapped your legs around his torso, fingers digging in his back as he began to move. Slow at first, then growing deeper at every thrust, dragging moans from your throat you couldn’t hold in. He kissed you like it hurt, like he wanted to live in your body forever.
“Tell me this isn’t a dream”, he rasped against your lips.
“It’s not”, you moaned, nails dragging down his back
And when you came, the wave of pleasure broke through you with his name on your tongue, and he followed right after, groaning your name like melody, before collapsing against you, skin slick and breathless.
“You better get used to it”, he said after a while
“Get used to what exactly?”, you asked, still in his arms
“Modeling”, he said, tracing random patterns on your arm with his thumb, “You’ll be my hostage for a long time”
You chuckled, turning to the side and kissing his chest, “It’s okay. I might end up enjoying it anyways”
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tw: masturbation (f); use of a sex toy (f); cockdrunk!reader & pussydrunk!felix; oral (f receiving); unprotected sex (don't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!);
a/n: this is a story i initially wrote about felix BUT posted it on my enhypen blog as a jake fic. so if you see an identical fic over at @jakey-channie don’t worry, it’s still me!!
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you hear the rattling sound of keys a little too late. the front door is pushed open, and so is the bedroom door one second later, after he’s taken his shoes off and thrown the keys into the bowl you keep by the door.
“hi, my baby, i missed—” he freezes in his tracks, “—you.”
he stares at you. you stare at him. neither dares to speak. the buzzing continues, louder than ever, echoing in the silence of the room as you desperately search for the button to switch it off. the blue vibrator you bought impulsively a few months ago because felix was on tour and there was a huge sale on the website.
the vibrator felix knows about, but which he has never seen you use before. you didn’t need it when he was there— he knew exactly how to satisfy you.
and now he’s caught you red-handed. panties hooked in your ankle. the stupid thing won’t turn off. eventually, it stops working. you’ve never felt more embarrassed, although rationally you know it’s completely normal and healthy to masturbate, even if you’re in a relationship.
felix does not look mad in the slightest.
“baby, i— i thought you were at work.”
it’s a lame excuse, but it’s not really an excuse. you really weren’t expecting him to come home so early.
you lower your top to cover your breasts, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but right as you’re about to pull your panties up your legs you feel felix’s hand stopping you. and then, he’s kneeling by the bed.
“don’t,” his lips on your forehead. “wanna see you,” fingers gripping your top, yanking it back up. the cold air hits your nipples, making them harden, and he’s unable to take his eyes off them. “seems like you were having fun, yeah? playing with yourself…”
he’s not embarrassed like you are, you realise. something else. something inviting.
“i’m sorry.”
he shakes his head. “you’ve got nothing to be sorry about, love. yeah?” nuzzles your cheek with his nose, runs his fingers all over your naked legs. “just caught me by surprise. a really nice surprise,” he bites his lip.
fingers reaching the centre of your thighs, where you’re wet. felix dips one finger in the sweetness coating your skin, looking at you in awe.
“so wet…” he murmurs, watching the way your arousal’s now all over his fingers and makes them all shiny and sticky. “lookin’ so pretty and delicious…”
you let out a desperate sound.
his eyes darken.
his hands reach for the object lying dead on the bed, which was priorly between your legs and bringing you pleasure. he hands it to you, eyes encouraging, waiting for you to take the object.
“go on.”
you blink, shocked, eyes wide and confused. “what?”
“keep going. continue what you were doing.”
he bites his lower lip teasingly as he watches you timidly grab the small clit sucker and place it between your legs to where it previously was. he turns it on.
“but— lix, i mean… you’re here, so…”
he smiles, but it’s a teasing smile. he has other plans for tonight. fucking you was already in his plans for the night, yes, but now there’s a deeper desire that he can’t ignore.
“i’ll fuck you. i’m gonna give you my tongue, fingers, cock— whatever you want,” he licks his lips, looks at where your toy rests. “but i wanna watch you first. wanna see you making yourself come. please,” he begs, desperate, as if it were the opportunity of a lifetime and he doesn’t want to miss it for the world.
and who are you to deny him?
you hiss the moment the toy kisses your clit. the lube has already dried a bit, and it causes the nicest of frictions against your skin. plus, you’re really turned on, so you think you won’t take a long time to cum. and you can’t really wait for felix to fuck you.
“feels nice?”
he murmurs, fingers grabbing your thigh, lips on your knee as his eyes bore into yours, staring into your soul.
“hmmh,” you hum, cheeks feeling hot given how embarrassed you are. “not as good as when you eat me out, though.”
he smirks.
“gonna do that later. now i really wanna see you cum,” he bites on the inner part of your thigh, not too hard as to leave a mark, but hard enough to make you squeak.
you’re close already, have been for a while even before he came home. you’re desperate and aching for release. your hands searches for his — it finds it. thighs starting to shake, teeth sinking in your lower lip, you fall apart thanks to the toy, head tipping back on the pillow and hand tightly squeezing felix’s.
he doesn’t take his eyes off you, not even for one second, not even when you let the toy fall on the bed, still vibrating, as you try to catch your breath.
“did so good…” felix kisses your knee, brushes your knuckles with his thumb. “so perfect… can’t wait to be inside you…”
“then hurry, baby.”
he bites his lip, eyes staring between your legs where a small pool of both your arousal and sweat is wetting the sheets. felix lets go of your leg, crosses his arms over his chest and takes his t-shirt off. then, he stands up from the floor and unbuckles his belt.
you sit on the bed and take your top off as well whilst felix positions himself between your spread legs. you thinks he’s about to fuck you, but he buries his face between your thighs instead.
“oh.”
he hums, lapping at your cunt. “sweet… taste so good…” you see his eyes rolling in the back of his skull. felix always gets pussy drunk so fast. “wanna be inside you so bad.”
“want to feel you inside of me, lix, please,” you beg, hand wrapped around his wrist, encouraging him to take off his boxers and finally push inside.
his hair is messy, dishevelled, and his lips are plump and wet with your cum and his spit, cheeks flustered just from tasting you for a few seconds. he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down his legs, freeing his cock, long and thick and yearning to feel you, with clear pre-cum leaking from his tip.
“y’make me so hard. have no idea what you do to me.”
he pumps himself a couple of times, slowly, before dipping his tip in the sweet wetness smeared all over your bare cunt, kissing your clit deliciously, making you squeak due to how sensitive you still are. you crave him, though. want to feel him stretch you out with his cock. you don’t even need his fingers to prep you from how turned on you are.
“please, lix. give it to me, baby.”
hearing you beg is the most beautiful symphony. but as much as he’d like to tease you a little bit more, he’s desperate himself. felix aligns himself at your entrance, pushes the tip of his cock inside you, and watches closely as you gasp out from the sudden fullness. he slides right in, welcomed by your wetness.
he’s big and hard and throbbing, and you’ve been thinking about this the whole night.
“thank you, thank you, thank you,” you mumble incoherently as he pushes inside until he’s fully buried in your cunt.
“s-so tight, baby,” he whines, nose scrunching as he hovers over you, balancing his body weight on one elbow as he caresses your forehead with his other thumb.“so fuckin’ tight ‘n’ wet.”
“just f’you, baby. lix. baby. love.” you ramble on, completely cock drunk already. “fuck me. fuck me, baby, please.”
his head drops in the crook of your neck as he tries his best not to cum in three seconds flat. his fingers get lost in your hair as he plays with it sweetly, twisting one strand around his pointer finger.
eventually, he starts to move, knocking your breath out of your lungs from how big he is, tip kissing your cervix with every thrust. he kisses you on the lips, on the corner of your mouth, on your neck, on every part of you that his lips can reach as he fucks you. you hook your legs around his, pulling him closer until you’re one being, until you can’t distinguish where you end and felix begins.
“so good to me. every time,” he mumbles, “can never get enough of you.”
nails on his back. they’ll probably leave red marks he’ll have to make an excuse for. he doesn’t care right now. not as he pushes inside of you, not as you move your lower half to meet his thrusts, not as you clench around him desperately until he almost can’t move inside of you.
“lix. baby. gonna— gonna cum.”
you gasp out, pulling his hair gently. he wouldn’t mind it if you were rough with him. his cock is big and hard, entirely coated in your wetness, and his pelvis brushes your clit with each thrust. it’s too much and it’s not enough at the same time. you know your muscles will be sore tomorrow but you honestly don’t care right now.
“me too, baby. sweetie. sweetheart. my princess.”
you both cum with your foreheads pressed on one another, eyes closed shut and noses scrunched up in pleasure as you hold on to each other. he twitches and fills you up and it’s warm inside of you, your releases mixing together beautifully, making a mess of the sheets. you don’t care about that either.
he falls on top of you, spent, and finds your arms welcoming him. he rests his head in the softness of your chest, and it’s your turn to play with felix’s hair now. he intertwines your fingers with his, catching his breath. he begins to soften inside of you and you know what’ll come next. you’ll change the bedsheets, have a nice shower and nightly skin care routine together and then fall asleep in each other’s arms. you smile at the thought.
synopsis: Hyunjin finds comfort in spending his birthday with you.
warnings: oral (f), unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy
a/n: happy birthday to the most beautiful man who inspires me every day🩷 inspired by his trip to Iceland and everything that makes him who he is.
a/n 2: y'all i'm on a hiatus still but i wanted to try writing a little one shot for Hyuni. i'm working on my new series regularly but i'm definitely a little rusty with stuff like this. hope y'all still like it! (also this is not edited so if you see mistakes, no you didn't)
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The wind howled outside, carrying little particles of falling snow in every direction. Outside was a dark storm with the northern lights shining in the distance like some unreal and alien concept. You still couldn't wrap your mind around this moment being real; the lights and this man next to you who loved you more than you thought you deserved.
Where you stood together earlier, holding hands under the shimmering aurora, still felt like some kind of fairytale or dream but in the room, it was quiet, safe for the faint music playing in the background and your breaths mingling together as you laid tucked against Hyunjin's side. There was a feeling of drowsy contentedness and comforting safety woven between your warm bodies as you dosed off.
"I like this." Hyunjin spoke those simple words, his voice quiet and a little raspy from not speaking for a while.
Your eyes opened at that and you looked up at him, your breath catching like it always did when you laid eyes on him or kissed him. Over and over again you were mesmerized by his mere existence. He looked at you with a soft kind of glow in his eyes, his hair falling over his face haphazardly, cheeks rosy, lips plump and red and oh so inviting.
"Yeah, it's... perfect." you couldn't find a word that could describe the way you felt in this moment.
"Thank you for being here." Hyunjin's voice was soft and reverent, even a little bit fearful as if you would be anywhere else than by his side.
"Where else would I be?" you gave him a cheeky smile and turned so you could admire him more easily.
"I mean overall." he poked your side but the way his eyes searched your face showed that he was serious.
You could read his expression and you knew exactly what he meant; after a broken heart there was a hopeless void left when the pain faded but you came in unexpectedly and picked up the pieces. It wasn't easy but little by little your love and care mended his broken heart and by healing him, you healed yourself too.
There was nothing but pure love and trust left now.
"Happy birthday." you leaned down and kissed him softly, lips gentle against his as if they were whispering of love.
Hyunjin's hands cupped your face and he deepened the kiss, his tongue gently running across yours, tasting you and consuming you. Your body pressed closer to his, seeking that heat that kept blossoming between you.
His warmth wrapped around you, steady and grounding, but there was something deeper in the way he held you now as if he was afraid you might slip through his fingers if he didn't hold on just a little tighter.
You softened into the kiss, letting it linger before pulling back just enough to rest your forehead against his. Your fingers traced absent patterns along his arm, feeling the quiet rhythm of his breathing beneath your touch.
"Hey…" you muttered, your voice barely louder than the wind brushing against the windows. "I'm not going anywhere."
Hyunjin's gaze flickered, searching yours again. "I know." he said, but the hesitation gave him away.
You smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.
"No, you don't. Not fully." your voice was still gentle.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The music continued its soft hum in the background, blending with the storm outside, but inside it was just the two of you. Warm and safe.
"I stayed, didn't I?" you added quietly. "Through everything."
His hand slid over yours, lacing your fingers together and holding them against his chest, right over his heartbeat.
"You did." Hyunjin whispered. "Even when I didn't make it easy."
You huffed out a small laugh. "You really didn't."
"And you still chose me." he smiled faintly, barely lifting his lips but his entire face had softened as he stared at you adoringly.
"And I would do it all over again." you squeezed his hand.
Something in his expression shifted then, like the weight he'd been carrying loosened just a little. He leaned in again, slower this time, more certain. The kiss he gave you wasn't searching or desperate, it was sure and warm. Full of everything he couldn't quite put into words.
You melted into it, your hand sliding up to rest against his cheek, feeling the heat there, the life there.
When you finally pulled away, you stayed close, your noses brushing.
"Happy birthday." you repeated softly.
Hyunjin exhaled in relief, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. "Best one I've ever had."
"Is it?" you gave him a little smirk and leaned down, brushing your lips against his jaw. Just that butterfly touch of your lips made him tighten his arms around you. The softness in his eyes started heating up and turning into a fire that burned inside him only for you.
Hyunjin flipped you over with ease, lips attaching to the sensitive skin on your neck immediately. You let out a little sigh, your head falling back to give him more access without even thinking. Hyunjin's lips drew the familiar path down to your collarbone then continued down your chest once he got rid of your shirt. He knew every dip and curve by heart, his lips guiding him lower and lower until his fingers hooked in your pants.
He opened his eyes then and the fire inside them burned wilder, making you tremble like a little leaf on the wind. Hyunjin slid your pants and underwear down and you shivered as the air hit your exposed skin. Your legs fell open on their own accord and he didn't waste any time as his tongue darted out to taste you.
"Mm..." he murmured against you and pushed his tongue in deeper, running it in circles as he tasted the sweet flavor of your arousal. His eyes flickered closed as he got lost in it, his large hands gripping your thighs and keeping you in place. Little moans kept leaving your lips as you tangled your hands in his hair and pulled, knowing how much he loved seeing you losing it because of him and making you unravel completely. The moment you looked down, he opened his eyes and they locked onto yours. A wave of hotness rushed through your body as your hips jerked up towards his face.
Hyunjin smirked a little, his tongue unrelenting and determined to please you before even thinking about himself.
"H-Hyunjin..." his name left your lips like a prayer as you kept pushing up into his face, chasing that high only he knew how to give you.
As the sky darkened even more outside, your grip on his locks tightened and you exploded, your legs closing around his head as you rode your high. Hyunjin kept going until you were overstimulated and almost pushing him away. He rose up and wiped his lips with a smug smirk before leaning in to kiss you, making you taste yourself.
Once you parted, he took a good look at you and something in his eyes changed.
"Should we..." he began, his face becoming red suddenly.
The change in his demeanor made you sit up a little.
"What?" you whispered, your heart racing.
"Should we try for a baby? You know, like we talked about." Hyunjin was quiet but you could see the way his body vibrated under the weight of what he was suggesting.
"Really? You want to?" you trembled too, anticipation and fear washing over you. This was it, if you went with this, it would be a completely new phase of your relationship; something that would bind the two of you together forever.
"I do. I want it, I want everything with you." Hyunjin pressed his forehead against yours and your eyes watered.
"I want everything with you too." you spoke shakily and his lips crashed into yours.
He only pulled away to rip his clothes off, clumsy and adorable, the silly love of your life.
"I love you." he whispered as he slowly pushed inside you, the feeling amplified now that there was no barrier of protection between you.
"I love you so much." your legs wrapped around his waist while he thrusted deep inside you, hitting all the right spots as he knew your body so well.
"Mm, you feel so good." Hyunjin rasped out, his hands roaming and squeezing your body like he didn't know where to touch first.
His thrusts were driving you insane and you couldn't keep quiet or hold anything in; you were already so close. "H-harder."
"Harder?" he groaned, hearing you speak like that. He gripped your hips and thrusted harder and deeper, making sure you felt every inch of him inside you, touching you in a way no one else did before.
"I'm gonna cum!" you whimpered loudly.
"Give it to me, baby. Cum for me." Hyunjin moaned into your ear then lifted up slightly only to look at your face as you came undone for him, clenching around his thick length.
"Fuck-" he gasped, twitching inside you as he looked into your eyes once more, a silent look of 'are you sure' flicking inside his.
"Please." you whimpered and it was all Hyunjin needed, his thrust becoming sloppy and desperate before he came inside you, filling you up thoroughly.
"Damn..." he exhaled once he pulled out, plopping down next to you. His arms wrapped around you, and his hand landed on your stomach.
"How many takes do you think it'll need?" he smirked and you smacked his arm, the reality of the situation crashing down on you and making your face heat up.
Hyunjin giggled sweetly, pulling you even closer and pecking your lips.
"Now this is really the best birthday ever." he said and you chuckled, nuzzling into his neck as a sense of calmness and utter love settled over your tangled bodies.
Outside, the storm carried on, wild and rough but inside, tucked under a soft blanket everything became still.
Hi hi-here’s a little late night post: idk when I’ll have a new fic up, like at all. Writing is hard atm and idk when the inspiration juices will get to flowing again. Hopefully that will be soon 😩
Hwang Hyunjin, Han Jisung, Lee Felix, Kim Seungmin x Reader (f.)
GENRE: Coming-of-age, Slice of Life, Romance, Angst, Comedy, unrequited love, slow-burn, Unreliable Narrator (1st person p.o.v)
WARNINGS: mentions of sexual harassment (brief), drinking, cursing, somewhat proofread
WC: 3.9k
A/N: I am SO excited to start sharing this story again. I forgot how fun the storytelling was, literally bouncing off the walls to have it all written and posted for you! But until then, please enjoy this chapter!
𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝!
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Extra Note: Prespective/P.O.V. jumps from third person to first throughout the entire series. <Italicized, bold small> sections allude to snippets from a diary.
Synopsis: Five petals come together to make the perfect flower. A retelling of friendship, snippets of firsts and dreams of an everlasting romance.
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That final trip the summer before adulthood was something unforgettable.
It was a first, faraway trip, unsupervised. First of many, but the memory of that one would last a lifetime. Recalled with glee, reminisced with giggles. A trip that had been tinged with hidden feelings, bickering, cackling, and Hyunjin’s lingering sorrow from the chapter close of his high school romance.
We still recall moments from then, when we’re feeling nostalgic and the hours are late. We laugh about the disaster that was morning breakfast. Charred attempts of what Seungmin and Felix called pancakes, the smell so strong we had to keep the cabin windows open all day.
Jisung had called it a…“healing trip”, perhaps? And even though Hyunjin had come to terms with his breakup, realizing much quicker that even if the once couple hadn’t parted, it would have happened sooner or later since the two would attend different universities in different cities.
Though, he was grateful for the different schools. Unsure how he would have felt if he had to attend the same classes with Shin Hyeri. Perhaps the awkwardness of exes would linger, perhaps they would continue to ignore one another, the indifference they carried the final days of high school would stretch into the new chapters of their lives.
He wouldn’t know, the happenings of such experiences not written in his reality. Leaving behind Shin Hyeri, his first love, his first breakup all behind with the turn of a page.
The town they ended up visiting had spotty cell service, but the cabins and the hiking trails consisted of spectacular views. The early morning light, both irritating and exciting all at once.
Y/N grumbled trekking up the rocky path, a heavy bag of all kinds of items hauled over her back.
Jisung huffed yet still wouldn’t stop inhaling loud and deeply, exclaiming “ahhh, fresh air” with an exaggerated flair, kicking stones out of the way. Jabs at the duo that burnt breakfast and stunk up the cabin.
Seungmin was red in the face, breathing through his nose before calling this entire trip a horror movie in the making, the eerie silence of the morning making him shudder. The embarrassment from the coal that he called pancakes still brimming somewhere beneath.
Hyunjin, of course laughed as he always does, before almost slipping over nothing and cracking his skull open.
Felix had woken up extra bright and early that morning, probably didn’t even sleep the night before. He had downed a large coffee that was more sugar than caffeine, and was bouncing with every step, forgetting all about his part in pancake-gate. Instead he rushed ahead, fingers clicked on the shutter of his camera every few minutes to take pictures as if his life depended on it.
Near a waterfall. Next to the largest stone he had ever come across. A bush of berries. A stream of clear water.
Oh! Not to mention the cutest freaking puppy he had ever seen. The furry creature made him beam with excitement. Though it was wary, growling behind the thickets it attempted to hide behind.
Seungmin took one look at it, cursed under his breath about “going off course”, and ran the other way.
The four left behind blinked between the little creature and brunette’s darting figure before they caught the words he shouted from the distance.
“It’s a fucking wolf!”
Screams ensured, obviously.
But safe to say, the trip did not end up becoming a horror documentary about a group of friends that got mauled by a mother wolf for messing with its pup. They should’ve paid more attention to the signs that lined the path they clearly had gotten off of.
Though Felix did end up capturing an amazing shot of a baby wolf stretching under the sun once they reached a safe distance. A picture that still hangs in his bedroom, even with all the moving.
Felix had always been like that, the kind to take away great things from something that could’ve taken a traumatic turn. Or maybe just that very specific moment.
The Australian was always seen as one of the “normal” ones between the five of them. Between his bouts of sugar-highs and rumbustious laughter, he was clear minded, radiant. And had remained so even when they were attending college classes during those early mornings, where Y/N barely kept her eyes open and Seungmin didn’t have the energy to talk until the end of it. Diligently taking notes and ignoring the way Felix doodled on the corner of his notebook. Robots, game characters. The brunette’s science notebook became the Austrian’s sketchpad.
A quirk, each one of them had one. Odd things that made other’s arch brows with confusion, with a look that clearly showed puzzlement. Yet for such an odd group it worked seamlessly. Though perhaps, most of them were the irrational, spontaneous types.
Felix was supposed to be the rational one.
But then he went ahead and went on a tirade of hurling curses and insults at a senior amidst a club gathering when the older man had gotten a little too touchy with Y/N.
“—Fucking creep!” He shouted, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed from anger.
A protective hand tugged the girl to his side, murmurs erupting among the audience of club mates and seniors.
The two freshmen had decided to settle on joining the photography club, Felix being more interested in it than Y/N who chose it because it was one of the tamer ones. Better than Seungmin’s math club, even the thought of it made her shudder. And Jisung’s music club was too loud for her. Hwang Hyunjin switched clubs three times before orientation week and still was on the fence about wood-working.
But sticking to Felix’s side was entirely pleasing for the girl who was crushing on him hard.
The evening had gone well, introductions, greetings. Games to ease them, and endless chatter. The older colleagues seemed welcoming, treating the freshman to snacks and drinks.
It was supposed to be fun. We were having fun, but then this fucking idiot next to me kept nudging his arm into my space. I shouldn’t have let it slide, thinking he had done it by accident.
Feeling uneasy as she had shifted into Felix, uncomfortable as the guy on the other side of her pressed further into her, conversing casually as if his hand wasn’t grazing over her arm before taking the initiative to grip over her, making her gasp.
Felix reacted…normally. Like any sane man would have. Protective. His voice had gotten loud, his frown and cheeks slightly red from both the alcohol and the emotions as he yelled colorful curses.
The senior blamed it on the drinks. Flustered from both the crowd that caught his perverse actions and Felix’s roaring reaction.
The older man was evidently urged to drop out.
And when the club representatives sat the blonde down for his “disruptive behavior” following the incident, the Australian schooled the baffled expression on his face, and blamed it on cultural differences.
Yup. He used the “foreigner card” to get out of whatever reprimand the club officials had in mind. Instead received a loud sigh and a warning, to watch both his tongue and his temper.
Felix smiled sweetly, all crinkly eyes and elation on his expression as he nodded. Only to turn around the next morning and drop out of the photography club, ensuring Y/N did too.
Seungmin called him a smart “good psychopath”, whatever that meant, and the others unsurprisingly agreed, though they praised him endlessly for his reaction. And if there were countless anonymous comments on the club page about their “blind” and “unfair” president, then that was no one's business except username: mysteryquokka’s.
No one was truly normal in Psycho & The Crazies (& Seungmin)™ after all.
And of course, the memory that should have been more traumatic than it felt, made me see a side of my friend that only made me like him even more. His usual playful persona morphing into a wild feline just to protect me.
The sight of which had my heart hammering. Thump, thump, rapid against my chest.
And the drawn hearts around his name only grew bigger on those pages in my diary.
Yet, I still remained a coward. Pushing the emotions away deep into my chest. Scribbling over the heart and his initials as if covering it could hide my own feelings.
It was impossible. It felt forbidden, selfish. To ruin something perfect because of one-sided feelings.
Still, a really delusional part of her thought it could be. Like the plot-line of a perfect romance story. So she wrote a letter.
Cowardly for someone who hoped for the Australian to reciprocate the same pull she felt for him. Which she painfully knew didn't exist.
It was nothing grand. Words she can’t truly remember anymore as much as she tries to recall. A scrabble of cheesy lines, of compliments and uncontainable affection. Of things he did that made her heart flutter, her attention caught. And perhaps she would have asked Felix about it, asked if he had remembered her embarrassing love letter. But she couldn’t of course, because Felix never got that letter.
The page that was ripped and shredded, the memory of it buried deep in a trash bin.
Felix had joined the gym squad for about a month, though within that month he also bought all the gear and getups of a gym-fanatic that he could get his hands on. Splurging on what one would call a hyper fixation as if he wasn’t going to move onto the next thing in a few weeks. He did that a lot. Much too often that Seungmin already eyed the equipment they all knew Feliix would part with very soon, as if the nerd himself went to the establishment. Pot and kettle.
These days, it’s Lego sets. Though it did make gift giving a little easier during Christmas, he’s still working on the Santa’s workshop set. But, I digress…
It was August, summer already coming to an end, much too quick before the new semester of school. And the five of them did everything they could before it, enjoying the new freedoms that came with their shiny new titles of “Adult”.
The flower hill was lush, green and speckled with blue. The wildflowers were as vibrant as it always was this time of the year, something that hadn’t changed even if the group that often found themselves lounging over the field, did.
Y/N watched from her spot, sat atop the printed picnic blanket, peering down the hill and onto the biking trails where Felix and Jisung raced. Seungmin had gone to get water or something like that, and Hyunjin was somewhere down there collecting more flowers to press, as if he didn’t have enough.
The quiet girl inhaled deeply, head darting around her surroundings, looking out to see if anyone was watching. Of course no one was paying attention to her, still though, her heart thrummed fast and loud in her own ears. She crawled over to the pile of bags that were their belongings, left in her supervision. One more glance around to ensure she wasn’t being watched, and Y/N brings out the folded paper, slightly crumpled, from her pocket before her eyes dart over the bags.
Finding Felix’s bag wasn’t hard. Not when the duffel bag that he sent pictures of in the group chat, came in several colors and he was unable to decide which one would be his new gym bag, stared back at her. Black and red with a spider logo and a billion pockets, as if he needed that many. The letter found home in one of them, and she quickly crawled back to her spot before she could second guess herself.
She had spent hours trying to come up with the right words for her feelings. The right words to explain that she liked him more than a friend. And before she could really take it back, the growing closer sounds of Jisung laughing kept her rooted in place.
Seungmin seemed to have joined them on their way back, dragging along his shaggy-haired friend’s bike grumbling about Jisung’s laziness, while Felix attempted ride uphill on his. The long-haired man over there seemed to be absorbed in his twining of stems, criss-crossed legs over the grass, brows knit in concentration.
“Yo, get your ass here! Felix has an announcement!” Seungmin called his best friend, huffing as he sat down over the blanket.
Right, they were here on this warm day for a special reason. Felix had been very vague about it in the group chat, still was as he refused to speak about it until they all huddled together. Though behind his mischievous smile, there was a tinge of nervousness, an anxious glimmer that Y/N caught every time he glanced over the group.
They wondered what it was, entertained ideas from his potential major to winning the lottery, that ridiculous idea being Seungmin’s of all people. But never did the four of them think that his announcement would be this.
“I’m going back to Australia.”
Silence settled with his words, Jisung blinking too many times in a second, Hyunjin narrowing his brows in confusion. Y/N staring wide eyed, frozen.
“Like…for the rest of the break?” Seungmin’s voice broke the quiet.
Felix’s expression wore a slight grimace, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
“Like for school.” He clarified.
The brunette inhaled deeply as he slowly nodded at Felix’s words.
“All of a sudden?” Hyunjin asked, while Jisung perked up as if remembering something.
“Did you get in?!” The shaggy haired man asked, wide-eyes and shock on his face.
A much needed reaction since Felix finally broke into a grin, nodding. Jisung almost squealed, tackling the Australian into a hug.
Slowly, the rest of the group began to understand exactly what the hell the two of them were talking about.
“Holy sh—The design school?” Hyunjin was next to laugh, arms already extending to join the entanglement of limbs.
The news seemed to settle slowly over them, over Y/N who finally realized that they were talking about that one school with the game design program Felix had always called his dream school. She remembered how forlorn he was when he was rejected the first time. And though it wasn’t much long ago, the newness, the overwhelming experiences of college seemed to have pushed that memory somewhere far away.
She hadn’t given it a second thought. Hadn’t expected Felix to still be hung up on it, to try again. Though, why wouldn’t he, when it was all he could talk about whenever the topic of university and careers had come up in the past. She was happy for him, truly.
Why wouldn’t I have been anything but proud? Anything else but thrilled. Watching Felix laugh and smile, radiant as he always was, though the glint in his gaze seemed to shimmer brighter than usual. He was suffocating in the arms of his friends, Hyunjin curling around him like vines, Jisung sitting on his legs, Seungmin clapping his back.
Y/N’s eyes flickered to the bag for a moment. The black and red one with the spider logo and a billion pockets. Inhaling deeply before she wore her biggest smile, crawling forward to join the pile of her friends, arms extending for an embrace that spoke of nothing but support.
Later on though, when the excitement settled, and they all started making their way back, belongings thrown in the back of Seungmin’s car, the boy grumbling about having to do it all alone, a back and forth trip between the bicycles and the bags, Y/N suddenly remembered of the confession letter. Biting her lower lip anxiously as she thought about retrieving it from where she slipped it in.
Though with Hyunjin and Jisung crowding her in the backseat, and no real excuse to drape herself over the seat to access the trunk, she was left to do nothing but twiddle her thumbs. She would get it later at Jisung’s house, where they planned on ending the night off with too greasy pizza and a tv show they were in the middle of watching.
That was the plan of course. Though it doesn’t happen because she ends up falling asleep on the too comfy couch, eyes fluttering to Jisung’s mom patting her awake, the room is void of the boys.
“They’re heading out to the gym, why don’t you join me for breakfast? Also, told your mother that you two slept over.” She hums, allowing Y/N to come awake.
Though my eyes only dart around, specifically to that single-seater recliner where all of our bags were piled. Scurrying half awake, almost stumbling over the rug before I had searched for my letter.
Damn those billion pockets. But I did end up fining it, folding it more and stuffing it into the pockets of my pants. Good thing too, because the sound of feet trotting down the stairs, loud enough for me to scramble back though I don’t make it to the couch again. Instead I stare at the entrance that reveals a confused Seungmin, wearing what looked like Jisung’s hoodie.
“Why are you on the floor?” He muttered, brows pinched, slippers dragging over the floorboard as he entered further in.
“I fell.” She croaked a lie, her eyes following him as he picks up his bag—
As he picks it Felix’s bag.
Y/N blinks, watching him throw the strap over his shoulder and across his chest. And as if he feels the heavy stare of Y/N’s surprised eyes burning over him, his gaze flickers over to her.
The red and black duffel that was slung over Seungmin’s shoulder, she realized was not Felix’s
She continued to stare spooked, faltering in place as her eyes bore into the bag.
“Okay, why are you just staring like some creep?” The brunette’s voice broke her away from her daze.
Y/N swallowed thickly, staring up at the man almost towering over her form on the ground.
“That’s Lix’s.” She pointed, to which the boy tilted his head, glancing down at the duffel.
“Yeah, was.” He retorted. “He gave it to me, apparently he’s over his lifting days, you know how he is.” The boy chuckled, shaking his head.
And for a moment, the letter she wrote, placed in the wrong bag, burned in her pocket. Yet, how relieved did she feel, inhaling deeply before her lips split into a pleased smile.
“I knew it.” She responded, while Seungmin continued to stare at her, a wariness in his eyes for a speck of a second.
“Get off the floor dummy.” He finally exhales, heading back up the stairs.
Probably to round the boys up for their plans. He’s always punctual like that, overbearing stick.
And after a hearty breakfast with the company of Jisung's mom, Y/N returned to her home, sitting at her desk and stared at the much more creased and crumbled letter in her hands. And she did not feel sad. Though a sudden realization of surprise for the lack of regret in her emotions had settled.
Rather, how quickly had the acknowledgement come. That the thoughts running in her mind were all of the well being of her friend, for the wishes of happiness on Felix’s face to remain even while he was oceans away.
How bittersweet. Though not for the closing of that chapter of puppy love.
Pretty mature for a nineteen year old right?
And thinking back to the way I crushed on him, the childish daydreams, all made me cringe amused now. How adorable had the younger-me been? Carefree, delusional. A once-me that, still, with all my imperfections and my unachievable desires, I missed. A fondness that settles as nostalgia.
Though the emotions that came after that realization were not sorrowful, rather, they flirted with acceptance, of understanding. Knowing well enough that she would never be able to allow those feelings of adoration grow into something like true love. You know, the yearning kind, the pining kind. When his name is all that she can speak of, his smile is all she can think of.
The kind returned.
The kind Y/N found in her second year of university.
The gentle eyes of the aide working at the helpdesk, captured her attention so easily she didn’t realize that she was smitten until they found themselves walking side-by-side through campus, blushing, on a date. Fingers itching to hold hands. Awkward yet not the painful kind, rather the kind that would end with neither wanting to pull away. Neither wanting the evening to end any faster than they would’ve liked.
He cleared his throat, trying to mask the flustered expression on his face,
“I had fun. We should do this again.” He managed to mumble, unable to hide the smile spreading over his lips as he watched her sputter to find her voice.
“M-me too! We…we should!” She smiled, her gaze meeting his.
And the quiet that settled wasn’t unwelcome, instead gave a way to the surge of confidence that lead her to do something she wouldn’t have been able to normally do.
I didn’t know what had me leaning forward, the rush in my actions both quick yet slow at once. The rapid beating of my heart, the sharp exhale of his breath as my lips pressed against his for a quick kiss.
Perhaps a little longer than the only kiss I have ever shared with Jisung. Though this time, the moment afterwards had me giddy, a blushing mess that was unable to meet his eyes.
Oh, what a revelation that had been. Perhaps Hyunjin had been right about kissing being magic after all.
“B-bye Changbin!” She squeaked, turning on her heels to run away from the heat that her urges brought forth.
Though, she doesn’t make it far, not when the man grips her wrist. Tugging her back to kiss her again. A proper kiss, much much better than anything she’s ever done before.
The kind she finds herself gasping in, melting into instantly, lashes fluttering close.
Nothing like puppy love at all.
And while those years of university, those years of stress and blossoming youth would always hold a special place in the hearts of those that made those memories.
Like the kind we did. Bittersweet, beautiful. The frustrations of deciding majors, of grappling with a close friend moving away. Of moving on, ripping out those pages of my diary that made me grimace, fingers curling at the scribbles of Lee Felix’s name bordered by too-pink hearts. Blacking it out with sharpie until it’s buried.
The end of a teenage crush gave way to the real deal.
To a new name making an appearance in her diary entries. To the pictures and polaroids from dates clipped between the string of fairy lights hanging over her desk. Changbin’s pretty grin, arms thrown over an equally elated Y/N’s shoulder. His sweater that she “borrowed”, thrown over the back of the chair.
The end of a teenage crush brought forth a sweeter experience.
A new page, her first love.
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to be continued.
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Summary: You and Hyunjin finding some moments of love in a world that doesn't accept your love.
a/n: Ok, so I finally wrote something after about five months of nothing. I had honestly thought I wouldn't be able to write again. I don't know if I will keep writing either. But, I'm happy. It rained a lot today, and it kinda inspired me 🙈 Hope you enjoy it!
The rain hammered the roof of the bus, in a steady rhythm that had you feeling sleepy, but also kind of relieved that you managed to get in before it started pouring. The sky was the colour of lead and the streetlights casted yellow halos across the wet roads.
You took your usual seat on the upper deck by the window. Hands folded in your lap, you sat in the slightly damp seat, trying not to glance out of the window as the bus stopped.
You didn't expect him to come, not in this weather. But your heart hoped. It hoped and hoped because it didn't know what else to do.
The bus started moving again, and you could hear footsteps. The upper deck was empty except for you, so you held your breath and didn't look up. You couldn't help the way your body trembled as you heard a soft sigh and the rustle of a soaked hoodie being shaken out.
You finally looked up to see him appear at the top of the stairs, drenched. Dark hair plastered to his forehead. White shirt almost transparent, clinging to his chest and stomach. Beads of raindrops shimmered on his eyelashes like tiny little diamonds.
Hyunjin.
His eyes locked with yours and he held your gaze as he walked down the aisle towards you and finally sat beside you, dropping his backpack on the floor between his legs. You dropped your gaze, cheeks blooming with heat. He ran a hand over his face, trying to wipe down the rain, but he was too soaked for that.
Water dripped from his hair onto the fabric of your coat, and when he moved closer, on the skin of your collarbone, jolting you awake from whatever blushing trance you were in.
Your eyes met again. His are darker than usual, pupils blown wide and something raw and unguarded flickering in them. Your body instinctively moved back, and he leaned in.
You both knew the boundaries. The lines you weren't allowed to cross. But right then, nothing seemed to matter.
Hyunjin pressed his face to the side of your neck - his cold cheek, colder nose and wet hair against your hot skin. You sucked in a sharp breath, hands fisting the edges of your coat so hard.
He stayed still for a moment, breathing you in. It was everything.
Then he moved. His lips parted against your skin, soft at first, and then firmer. Open-mouthed.
He mouthed at the sensitive spot just below your ear, slow and deliberate, tongue flicking out to taste your skin, sending a shiver rocketing down your spine.
Your head tipped to the side on its own accord, giving him more. And he took it.
His kisses trailed lower, wet and hot despite the chill of his mouth. Down the side of your throat and across your collarbone. He sucked gently, and you felt every bit of it, boiling hot in your belly.
You thought it couldn't get any more than this. But that's when his hand found your thigh.
Long fingers splayed wide, palm cold through the fabric of your tights. He didn’t slide higher. Just gripped you firmly, thumb stroking the soft inner seam in slow arcs.
It was obscene how good it felt. It was unfair how this had become the only few moments of your life that you truly felt at peace.
Your breath came in shallow pants, and you could hear it - too loud in the quiet upper deck.
You shifted, just a bit to angle your hips so his hand sits higher on your inner thigh. He groaned against your neck, low and broken, the sound vibrating straight through you.
His kisses turned hungrier. His fingers flexed, digging in just enough to leave light bruises you’ll feel tomorrow when you’re back in that too big of a house that made you feel totally alone.
You were trembling again, full-body, helpless shivers. And he felt it like it was his own body.
His mouth moved up again, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
“I love you,” he whispered, voice wrecked, barely audible over the rain.
You turned to face him, noses brushing as you also whispered, “I love you too.”
And your hand left your coat and found his wrist (the one on your thigh), guiding him higher. Just a little. So close to where it mattered.
He exhaled shakily against your lips,and dropped his forehead to your shoulder. You felt the rapid thud of his heart against your arm, as he pressed closer to you.
Neither of you spoke after that.
The bus kept moving - stop after stop - people getting on and off, oblivious or pretending to be.
His hand stayed exactly where you had put it. His face stayed pressed to your neck, breathing you like he was drowning and you were air.
You closed your eyes and let the rain drown out the rest of the world. And let yourself feel only the man beside you. The man who was your whole world.
Hi loves-I wanted to stop by and first say Happy New Year! But also to give an update about my blog.
I have a few works that are wip-including two series (Hyunjin focused and OT8) and a one shot (Hyunlix) that i'm excited to release. I'm not sure when it will be ready but don't worry it will be within the coming months.
I also have so many great ideas in my drafts and i definitely want to work on those this year too and share them with you :)
If you've read this far-I love you and thanks for your support! Here's to a great year 💙
warnings: alude to use of aphrodisiacs, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, teasing, big cock chan lol
notes: this has been sitting in my drafts and it's part of a mini ot8 series i want to release over time. i hope you like it and if so, likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated :)
series summary: your time has come, your fate is sealed. all that's left is to find your true sun amongst the stars.
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“Sir, we have a new arrival for you.”
Chan looked up from the letter he was writing, the page embossed with frilly promises and forsaken love. His heart leapt at the servants words and he hurriedly stood up, the piece of parchment he was working on forgotten.
“Thank you Aragoto, I will be there shortly.”
Argagoto bowed low before backing out of the room, leaving Chan by himself. He sauntered over to the mirror, gazing at his reflection with pride. His hair was perfectly styled, long but layered just how he likes. His muscles flexed as he fixed his shirt, an asset that would make any woman or man swoon.
Deeming himself presentable, he made his way to your room, the woman he saw in the cosmos just the other night. See, Chan was looking for the one and you seemed to be it…or at least he would make sure you’re it. Approaching the room where you lay, he knocks on the door, the sound sure but yet still gentle.
“Come in,” a voice answers, soft and timid and the sound makes Chan smirk with pleasure.
Opening the door he’s met with a beautiful sight as you’re lounging on the bed, the silk sheets beneath you cradling your body like a soft blanket. You hair flows freely and frames your face, allowing your tinted cheeks to poke through in all your shyness. Chan can’t help but let his eyes roam, landing on the swell of your breasts and how the fabric of your gown seems to stretch across them, giving him a clear picture of what is beneath.
Yes, you were perfect.
“Hello little one,” Chan purrs as he walks closer to you, ignoring how you carefully shift away from him, unsure of his purpose.
“Don’t be afraid. My name is Chan. And you’re Y/n.”
“Yes,” you reply, as you eye him, wondering if you should trust the man in front of you.
“May I sit?” Chan inquires, standing in front of you now. You merely nod and move over, allowing him to sit next to you.
“I hope your room is to your liking.” Chan allows his eyes to roam over your lodgings, happy at the little details his servants added at his command, like the blue bottle of perfume that you cooed over at the store last week and the diamond earrings that would frame your neck so gracefully. He gazes at the closet across the room and thinks of the gowns that litter the space, ones that would accentuate your beauty.
“Yes, there are. Thank you.”
You’re incredibly polite and he wonders if this is because you’re unsure of why you’re here or if you’re scared of him of what he could do. He frowns at the thought and stands up, walking towards the blue bottle placed precariously amongst the vanity.
He picks up the bottle and tests its weight in his palm, gazes at the label with words that he already knows, already have read what seems like thousands of times. With a smile he sprays the liquid within across his body, inhaling the sweet scent that has diffused around him and into his clothes. Quietly, he sets the bottle down and walks back to you, towering over your small frame.
You stare up at him, your eyebrows raised and fear etched into your face but nonetheless you maintain eye contact with him.
You’re not sure how you got to this room, as one moment you’re floating through the sky, admiring how the stars shine brightly against the pitch black abyss and the next you wake up in a strange room and a strange, albeit comfortable, bed.
There is gold everywhere, little flecks sown into the curtains that frame the windows, in the blankets that litter the bed, swirling into intricate designs on the sofa. It glitters in the soft light of the room and you can’t help but feel enchanted at the display. It’s warm or you feel that your body is warm, heating up with each passing second you spend in this four corner scene.
Swallowing thickly, you get the courage to speak, putting as much malice as you can in your otherwise timid voice. “Let me go.”
The man eyes you amusedly and he crosses his hands in front of him. “No.”
No? He’s not going to let you go? What will you do now? You can’t make a run for it, realizing that this man is most likely stronger and faster than you. Your heart races at the thought of being a prisoner here, confined to the four walls that surround you.
“Please?” You beg, pleading with everything you have.
“Maybe you aren’t the one after all,” Chan murmurs perplexed.
Not the one? What is he talking about? This man seems to be crazy and you feel even more despair at the realization.
“You’re supposed to be fated for me, and me only. But it seems I may have been wrong…yet again.” Chan is talking to himself more than you and he stares amusedly as you stare at him in confusion. You may not be the one for him, but he’ll definitely take this moment to show you what you will be missing.
Chan snaps his fingers and before you know it, you’re sprawled out on the bed, your clothes gone and your body bared to the peering eyes above you. You turn your head in embarrassment after noticing the man is naked. When did he undress himself? When did he undress you?
You chance a peak at him and nearly lose your breath. His muscular arms flex as they pump his cock, his plush lips falling open as he pleasures himself. You eye his abdomen, taking in the carefully chiseled abs that are on display, a happy trail leading the way to his pelvis. The hair is abundant but neat and seems to fit the man perfectly.
Your eyes eventually land on his cock and you gasp at the sheer size of it. It’s thick and long, the mushroom head an impressive red. Veins run prominent along the shaft and you unconsciously lick your lips, your mind turning to how it would feel on your tongue, how your fingers could graze his length, teasing him to no end. Maybe then he would let you go.
“Little one, let me have you,” Chan says before climbing over you, spreading your legs with gentleness but intention.
Your lips part with a slick sound and you gasp in shock with how wet you are, all from just eyeing this seeming god above you. You’re speechless as he drags his cock through your slick, teasing you to no end until you’re whimpering with every thrust. He’s chuckling at your reaction, applying more pressure and nudging your clit, revealing in how you’re squirming beneath him.
He can’t hold out however and on the next thrust, he slides his cock up and then down until it catches at your hole. As he pushes himself inside, you let out a moan, one laced with pain as you’re split open by the intrusion and you mumble explicatives as you try to squirm away.
Chan holds you down however and growls, his eyes on his prey and the prize he’ll get once he’s completely buried within you.
“Take it, that’s it, take it little one. I know you can,” he hisses until he’s all the way in, your pussy stretched to its limit and his cock nestled inside. He doesn’t miss a beat and begins to thrust into you, setting a rapid pace.
You loudly moan as the pain subsides and pleasure takes it place as he pulls in and out of you, fucking you like the toy, like the little one you are. Your breasts bounce up and down and you reach up to cup them, squeezing them in between teasing your nipples, adding to the overwhelming feeling that’s rapidly building inside, spreading like fire as it consumes anything in it’s path.
Chan grunts as he watches his cock slide in and out of your pussy, all but loosing himself as he watches you contract around him, trying to keep him inside your warmth. He knows you’re not his, but he can’t help but feel pride at being the first to have you, to claim you and put his mark, letting the others know you were tainted by him.
The room is sweltering, sweat littering your bodies as you succumb to each other, the moisture only aiding in the pleasure that you both chase. Both of your senses are heightened and you all but mewl at the sounds you both make, the smell of sex in the air that makes you dizzy. You feel on the verge of blacking out as you let the fire consume you until the fuse it lit and you explode in a smattering of white, hot heat.
Your limbs feel like they’re in flames and the room around you seems to spin. Your ears ring and sound around you slowly fades and the blackness reaches out to take you, but not before you see Chan tense before he lets go, his orgasm taking over his body and his cock twitch within you, filling you up with his cum. Your mind goes blank and you lay in darkness, your body exhausted but fulfilled.
However, before you can succumb to nothingness, a single thought pops in your mind, a piece of a puzzle that you are desperately needing. But, before you can fully see what or who it is, it fades away into the black abyss.
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Chan paces his room, his eyes glued to the window in front of him. You weren’t the one that he was looking for, but instead one for the others. He hoped you will find your way soon.
He sighs and signals for Aragoto to come forward, giving his orders for you to go to your next destination-a place he hopes you survive and thrive.
The world is dark around you, a soft, satiny, material rests comfortably over your eyes. You can’t hear the environment around you, courtesy of the little pieces of cotton that are wedged carefully in your ears. You shiver as you’re bare on the bed, the sheets warm beneath you.
You let out a soft moan as a piece of cloth is wedged between your lips and your body quivers in anticipation. Fingertips glide along your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake while your pussy clenches over nothing, sticky fluids dripping from your entrance and down onto the sheets below.
Your breath fans out as large hands cup your breasts and thumbs massage your nipples, the mounds peaking at the attention. You imagine the look on your boyfriend’s face as he fondles the flesh, his eyes trained on the dusky areolas and your face and the lack of the expression that he can’t see.
Time passes slowly and so does Minho’s administrations, as he teases you, caressing every inch of skin he can reach. Each touch sends electric shocks to your brain, the sensation of his finger pads heightening the pleasure you’re feeling. Holding your breath, you feel as he drifts his fingers down, down, down towards your thighs, pinching the flesh and causing you to jump, your hips rising off the bed.
He pushes you back down and you whimper as his traces shapes on your skin, inching ever so close to where you need him. You know he has a smug look plastered on his face at the power he has over you, that you’re at the mercy of his hands, his pace. You love it however, succumbing to his touch, to his love.
Minho must have taken pity on you as you wiggle around desperately, needing to feel his fingers between your folds, as he taps your clit once, twice, three times and you moan at the warmth that is growing between your thighs. He applies the slightest pressure to the bud, before circling it in quick, precise circles, the glide being easy due to the amount of slick that leaks from your hole, coating his fingers and your thighs as he pleasures you.
You let yourself go, enjoying how he speeds up but then slows down to an almost snail pace, as he edges you the way he likes. You find yourself bitting down on the cloth, letting out a groan as you feel your orgasm building, slow but steady in flurry of white, hot heat. Right before you tip over the edge, Minho removes his fingers and you let out a wail, your orgasm fading with each passing second.
Your hips lift in desperation, letting the man above you know that you need something, anything. But your actions are futile as he can see how desperate you are, see it in how your folds are coated with the sweet juices he loves so much. You can’t see how he licks his lips, dreaming of the taste of you, slightly tangy but sweet, the tastiest thing he’s ever had.
You don’t see how he kneels eagerly but instead feel as he places his fingers on either side of your labia to pull them apart, baring your little fluttering hole to his hungry gaze. You clench greedily as you feel a cold puff of air hit your clit, and you try to shift your legs to wrap around his head, beckoning him forward towards your sweet heat.
You see stars as he licks a long stripe up your folds, before wrapping around your pudgy clit and sucking, savoring how your hips wiggle against his face and legs try to maneuver around him, an action he does not allow with the steady pressure he applies to your thighs.
Minho licks, nips, and sucks, lapping up your juices as it steadily flows from you, not wasting a precious drop. You feel dizzy despite lying down and all but wail as he sticks his tongue into your vagina, massaging your walls with his tongue eagerly. He’s quick to reach for your clit, circling it sloppily until you’re spasming around his tongue, soaking him with your cum as you orgasm, loud moans spilling from your lips as you ride his face.
He doesn’t stop but instead coaxes you through it, giving languid strokes of his tongue through your folds and ending with suckling your clit as you come down. You find yourself panting as he parts from your core, feeling spent from your orgasm. But you’re not given any time to recover as you feel your entrance breached, the head of his cock slipping in easily.
You find yourself able to ear as the earplugs are removed and you’re met with the sound of your pants and your wet pussy as Minho thrusts into you. You can hear his moans as you suck him in, a sound that’s sweet to your ears.
“That’s it baby, you take me so well,” Minho groans as he spreads your legs further and he leans in slightly, allowing him to go deeper and hit your sweet spot just right.
“Min, harder, fuck!” You say as you reach for him, your hands landing on his biceps, the muscle flexing under your grasp.
He picks up the pace, fucking you hard and fast, driving his hips into you until your’e whining, babbling incoherently as your high builds. His fingers slip between your legs and lands on your clit and he begins to rub fervently, as he growls deeply.
“Gonna make this sweet pussy come, come on baby, let go for me.”
You close your eyes despite not being able to see and slip over the edge, your pussy spasming around his cock, making it harder for him to move despite the slick that floods from your hole.
“That’s it, give it to me!” Minho picks up the pace once more, albeit more sloppily until he snaps his hips one last time and floods your walls with cum, his gasps mixing with your moans as he fills you to the brim.
Minho collapses on top of you and you’re both left panting, attempting to catch your breath. Moments later, bright light fills your vision as he removes the blindfold, his big, chocolate brown eyes staring down at you lovingly. You smile and then bring his face to yours just to press your lips against his.
You breathe together, your body’s one as you slowly kiss, until it’s just the two of you pressing your lips together lazily. Minho eventually pulls away and pulls you to his side, his now softened cock sliding from your pussy and causing his cum to slide from your hole, soiling the sheets and your thighs.
He holds you close and breathes you in, grasping your hand tightly in his. “I love you,” he whispers in the quiet of the room and you smile with affection, your heart bursting with love for this man you get to call yours.
