Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand, don’t you? You are clever enough. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. But I am your servant.
You draw Sanji daily in secret; he's your muse, but what will happen when he finds out your secret?
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Monkey D. Luffy :
Singles
✧ A new nakama (platonic)
✧ A smile (platonic)
✧ Headcanons
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Series
None yet
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Flame emperor Sabo :
Singles
✧ Too annoying
✧ Overwhelmed
✧ I love you
✧ Little heaven
✧ The lovely mistake
✧ Strong
✧ Comfort
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Series
The call (ongoing)
Part-1 Part-2 Part-3 Part-4 Part-5
Part-6 Part-7
Synopsis~
You buy a new phone, what could possibly go wrong while trying to prank your friend with your new number?
Well..
Your call somehow connects to your favourite character; chief of staff— Sabo!
The friends (ongoing)
Part -1 Part -2
Synopsis~
You're high rank commander in RA, what will happen when your colleagues believe otherwise?
A certain blonde man is at your rescue.
Beneath the covers (ongoing)
Part - 1
Synopsis~
You and Sabo are close friends. One day, Sabo starts wearing an eye-patch over his left side of the face covering his scar. What could be the reason behind it?
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Multiple characters/Scenarios :
Flirting — Sabo, Law and Sanji
How they react when someone flirts with you?
Meow~ — Sanji, Nami, Zoro
How do they react when you put cat ears on them?
Something different — Sabo, Ace, Sanji and Law
How they react when you wear a dress for the first time in front of them?
Hyunjin enters his ✨boyfriend era✨ and immediately gets bullied for it—by his own members. The teasing is nonstop while Hyunjin malfunctions, goes feral, and claims you every five seconds… only to end up pouty, cuddly, and hopelessly whipped anyway.
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The next day at the practice room, the boys were already buzzing with too much energy. You were busy setting up water bottles when Han suddenly clapped his hands together, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Alright, everyone. Important announcement.”
Hyunjin, who was stretching lazily in the corner, froze. “Don’t.”
Han ignored him.
“Our Hyunjin-ie has officially entered his boyfriend era.”
The room exploded.
“FINALLY!” Felix squealed, practically bouncing.
Seungmin smirked. “Took him long enough. He was sulking like a cat for months.”
Changbin added dramatically, “Our Hyunbin marriage is officially annulled. Rest in peace, legendary couple.”
The boys burst out laughing, even Chan cracking a smile from behind his laptop.
Hyunjin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Why are you all like this?”
But it didn’t stop.
Jeongin leaned forward with mock seriousness. “So, Hyung… when’s the wedding?”
Han wagged his brows. “More importantly, who’s the little spoon?”
Minho smirked from where he was tying his shoes. “YN probably. She needs protection. You? You just pout.”
Hyunjin’s ears burned crimson. “STOP.” He grabbed the nearest towel and threw it at Minho, who dodged effortlessly, cackling.
Then Han delivered the final blow: “Imagine… Hyunjin writing love poems and crying while painting YN’s face at 3 a.m.”
Hyunjin snapped his head up, horrified. “YAH, HOW DO YOU KNOW—” He stopped too late, realizing he’d basically confirmed it.
The room erupted into absolute chaos.
“HE DOES!” Felix wheezed, falling over onto the floor.
“Oh my god,” Seungmin deadpanned, “we’re never going to survive his dramatic boyfriend era.”
Through it all, you tried to keep a straight face… but when Hyunjin finally stomped over, grabbing your wrist with a pout, you couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped.
“Don’t laugh,” he muttered, cheeks red as he tugged you toward the door. “They’re not allowed to have you anymore. You’re mine.”
The boys’ laughter followed you out, echoing through the halls—proof that teasing Hyunjin would forever be their favorite sport.
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You dropped by their studio later, smiling as Hyunjin perked up instantly. Before he could wave you over, Seungmin pulled a chair out beside him.
“YN, sit here. It’s safer.”
Hyunjin’s voice cracked. “Safer?! From what?!”
Han slapped the desk like he’d just uncovered something huge. “So you admit you’re dangerous.”
Felix widened his eyes and leaned in close to you, whispering loudly. “Don’t worry, we’ll protect you.”
Changbin pointed across the room like a prosecutor. “Your honor, I rest my case. This man is clearly unstable.”
Minho just shook his head, clicking his tongue. “I always knew he couldn’t handle competition.”
Hyunjin practically pouted a hole through the floor. “This is harassment.”
Chan didn’t even look up from his screen, muttering, “Nah, this is entertainment.”
Han draped an arm over your shoulders on the couch, while Felix leaned against your other side.
“You really take care of us too well,” Han said with a dramatic sigh.
Felix leaned closer, grinning. “Don’t spoil us too much—we’ll get used to it.”
Hyunjin stormed across the room like a man possessed, yanking you up and plopping himself down before dragging you into his lap. Arms locked around your waist, he glared at the others.
“Mine. End of story.”
The boys lost it.
Han staggered back like he’d been shot. “He actually said it!”
Seungmin shook his head slowly. “Unbelievable. He’s gone feral.”
Changbin pointed with wide eyes. “Did he just… mark his territory?!”
Felix slapped his knee, laughing so hard his accent slipped. “Hyunjin, you’re shameless!”
Minho leaned back with a smirk. “I told you guys, it was only a matter of time before he snapped.”
Even Chan cracked, covering his mouth with his hand. “You’re all ridiculous.”
Hyunjin ignored them, voice low as he looked straight at you.
“Laugh with them all you want, YN,” he murmured, “but remember… you come home with me.”
Silence.
And then—
The boys exploded.
“That’s the line of the century!” Jeongin howled.
“Somebody call Dispatch,” Seungmin deadpanned. “We’ve got a scandal.”
You hid your burning face in Hyunjin’s chest as he held you tighter, smug and unbothered.
Even when the boys left the studio, Hyunjin’s pout hadn’t. He sat curled up on the couch, knees hugged to his chest, giving you the cold shoulder while you set down a cup of coffee on the table.
You sighed, settling beside him. “You’re really going to keep sulking?”
He peeked at you from under his bangs, eyes big and accusing. “You laughed with them.”
Your chest warmed despite yourself. “Hyunjin… they were teasing. You know that.”
“They took you away from me on purpose,” he muttered, voice small but stubborn. “And you let them.”
You reached out, gently tugging his hands free so you could lace your fingers through his. “You’re being dramatic.”
He leaned closer, lips jutting out. “…Then make it up to me.”
You raised a brow. “And how am I supposed to do that?”
Hyunjin tilted his head onto your shoulder, mumbling like a child, “Cuddle me. Kiss me. Tell me you’re mine.”
“Fine. Come here.” You melted, thumb brushing over his skin.
You pulled him into your chest, stroking his hair until his arms reluctantly slid around your waist. He nuzzled closer, muttering, “This is better. Don’t laugh with them anymore.”
“I’ll try not to,” you teased gently, peppering kisses across his forehead, his nose, even the corner of his jaw. Each one made him twitch, his pout faltering into shy smiles.
“Stop…” he whispered, voice shaky.
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Being Hyunjin’s girlfriend didn’t change your work with the team—not outwardly, at least. You still checked blood pressures before rehearsals, taped ankles, handed out water bottles. Professional. Careful.
But the boys noticed the difference.
The way Hyunjin’s eyes followed you when you crossed the room. The way he hovered whenever you touched someone else’s arm or knee. The way he smiled like an idiot every time you looked his way.
So of course, they used it against him.
It started with Han, of course.
“Okay, YN,” he announced one night at the dorm, smirk already betraying his plan. “Important question. Who’s your favorite in Stray Kids?”
The room immediately erupted in chaos.
“Me, obviously,” Changbin declared, flexing his arm.
“Excuse me?” Felix gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “She literally made me tea yesterday when I was tired. That’s favoritism.”
“YN likes me the most,” Jeongin cut in with quiet confidence. “She told me my vocals were amazing.”
Seungmin smirked from the couch. “She smiled the brightest when I made my joke earlier. It’s me.”
Hyunjin sat frozen, wide-eyed, as the others piled around you, demanding answers like it was some kind of survival show.
“Guys—” you tried, but Han was already leaning in with a mischievous grin.
“Don’t be shy, YN. Just pick.”
“Yah!” Hyunjin finally snapped, shooting to his feet. “Why are you putting her on the spot like that?!”
The boys immediately burst into laughter, their little trap fully sprung.
“Look at him!” Minho howled. “He’s ready to fight us all.”
Hyunjin pointed accusingly at them, his pout deepening. “You’re all evil.”
When you reached out to lightly tug at his sleeve, Hyunjin turned his face away, sulking.
“Don’t look at me. You’ll just say someone else is your favorite.”
You leaned closer, voice soft but clear enough for everyone to hear:
“It’s you.”
The room went silent for a beat.
Then chaos again.
“YAHHHH!” The boys erupted, hooting and laughing, some collapsing onto the floor.
“Hyunjin-ah, your face is red!” Chan cackled.
“Hyunbin couple no more—it’s the HyunYN couple now!” Changbin declared dramatically.
Hyunjin groaned, hiding his face in his hands, but you caught the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
When the dorm had finally quieted, Hyunjin tugged you into the kitchen under the excuse of “needing water.”
He leaned against the counter, pout lingering, though softer now. “You shouldn’t let them tease me like that.”
You tilted your head. “Why? It’s funny.”
He huffed, crossing his arms. “Because… they don’t know what it does to me when they pretend to steal you away.”
Your teasing smile faded, replaced with something gentler. You stepped closer, brushing your fingers over his arm until he finally looked at you.
“They can tease all they want,” you said quietly. “But it’s always going to be you, Hyunjin.”
Something in his chest cracked open at that—raw and unguarded. He let out a shaky laugh, pressing a hand over his mouth like he couldn’t believe how much your words affected him.
“Don’t say things like that when I’m trying to pout,” he muttered, his ears bright red.
You smiled, rising on your toes to kiss his cheek. “But it’s true.”
Hyunjin finally pulled you into his arms, burying his face into your shoulder. “You’re going to ruin me,” he whispered, but his grip only tightened, like he’d never let go.
The boys had finally disappeared into their rooms, still laughing through the walls about how easily Hyunjin had combusted.
You were tidying up when you felt a tug at your sleeve.
Hyunjin.
His hair was damp from a quick shower, his oversized hoodie swallowing his frame. But it was the look in his eyes that caught you—soft, hesitant, a little vulnerable beneath the sulk.
“Come with me,” he murmured.
You blinked. “Now? Where?”
He just shook his head, lips twitching like he was keeping a secret. “You’ll see.”
And before you could argue, he slipped his fingers around yours, pulling you gently toward the door.
The city was humming softly when you stepped outside, the night air crisp against your skin. You let him lead, the two of you weaving past streetlights and quiet corners until the rush of the Han River unfolded ahead.
He didn’t stop until you reached a bench tucked away from the main path, hidden under a cluster of trees.
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You just sat there, hands brushing occasionally, hearts beating a little too fast.
Finally, Hyunjin exhaled, his voice barely above a whisper. “It feels different when it’s just us.”
You turned your head, and he was already watching you—eyes open, bare, like he’d stopped hiding.
“With the others, I laugh, I pout, I get jealous,” he said slowly, as if confessing. “But here… with you… I feel calm. Like the things I’ve been afraid of don’t matter anymore.”
Your chest tightened, something breaking open and mending at once. You reached across the space, threading your fingers with his.
“Then let’s make more space like this,” you murmured. “Just us. Where you don’t have to be afraid.”
His lips curved into a small, trembling smile before he leaned in, brushing his mouth against yours—gentle, deliberate, like he was memorizing the shape of forever.
When he pulled back, his forehead pressed to yours, he whispered, raw and certain: “I love you.”
The words came easily, steady as your heartbeat. “I love you too.”
The river kept flowing, the stars scattered faintly above, and finally, Hyunjin let himself believe in a love that wouldn’t break.
Boyfriend!Chan: who loves when you sit on his lap while he quietly works on his music. The studio is calm - the only sounds are the soft clicks of his keyboard and your slow, steady breaths as you hide your face in the curve of his neck. Your warm breath brushes against his skin, and every now and then he lifts a hand to gently run his fingers through your hair.
"Just a little longer, and we’ll go home. Promise."
Boyfriend!Chan: who can’t go a single day without giving you at least one compliment. It doesn’t matter if it’s a cheesy comment about how beautiful you look doing your makeup, styling your hair, choosing your outfit - or how well you handle everyday things. He always makes sure you feel appreciated.
"You don’t need makeup, you already look gorgeous."
"Smells amazing, whatever you’re cooking is going to be delicious."
Boyfriend!Chan: whose love language is forehead kisses - in the morning before he leaves, when he comes home from work, and right before you both fall asleep. A few times a day, he’ll walk up behind you while you’re busy cooking, wrap his strong arms around your waist, rest his head on your shoulder, his warm breath brushing your neck as he murmurs, asking if you need help - then places a soft kiss on your forehead.
Boyfriend!Chan: who tends to work longer than he should - something you often scold him for, but he always brushes it off with a quiet, "It’s nothing." Yet every time he notices you starting to fall asleep on the couch behind him in the studio, he feels a pang of guilt in his chest for making you wait. He hates when you worry about him, so he tries not to push himself too hard - though sometimes it doesn’t go as planned. That’s why he’s so grateful that you’re there for him, even when he doesn’t say it out loud.
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Boyfriend!Minho: who pretends to be annoyed whenever you suddenly cling to him, hug him, or kiss his cheek - but he can’t hide the way his ears turn pink and his heartbeat quickens just a little.
Boyfriend!Minho: who sends you more pictures of his food than of himself, usually with captions like "My dinner" or "Thought about you, so I took a picture." But when you finally manage to convince him to send you a selfie, it’s always something completely random - covered in silly filters or so blurry you can barely recognize him.
Boyfriend!Minho: who shoots death glares at anyone that dares to look at you for too long or in a way he doesn’t like. His hand finds its way to your hips, pulling you closer - just enough to make it clear that you’re with him.
Boyfriend!Minho: whose mornings always start with his beloved cats - Soonie, Doongie, and Dori - climbing all over you to wake you up, while the smell of warm, delicious breakfast drifts in from the kitchen. Still tangled in the blankets, with three cats curled up around you, you look up to see Minho entering the room, a plate of food in hand, his voice soft and affectionate as he calls out "Wake up, jagiya."
Changbin
Boyfriend!Changbin who always keeps his hand on your thigh - whether you’re curled up together in the living room for a movie night or sitting across from each other at a restaurant. His warm hand always finds its way there, a small, possessive gesture that says both "you’re safe with me" and "you’re mine"
Boyfriend!Changbin, known for his rather short height, secretly loves it when you ask him to reach something from the top shelf - even though there isn’t much of a height difference between you. When he finally manages to grab whatever you wanted, he proudly hands it to you, waiting for your "thank you" and that sweet compliment that always makes him blush a little, even if he tries to play it cool.
Boyfriend!Changbin who is literally a walking green flag - always holding the door for you, never raising his voice no matter what happens (it’s just not in him). He insists on carrying your things - even the light ones - and constantly makes sure you feel comfortable around other men, whether it’s staff or his members. You’ll often catch him glancing at you to check in, or quietly draping his jacket over your lap when you’re wearing a skirt or a dress. He trusts the guys, but your comfort always comes first.
Boyfriend!Changbin who’s endlessly patient when it comes to shopping with you. You’ve gone into the fitting room for the hundredth time? He’ll just wait, smiling, because he knows how much you enjoy it. To him, it’s no different than his time at the gym - you have patience for his workouts? so he has patience for your "hobby."
Hyunjin
Boyfriend!Hyunjin: who is literally your personal photographer - always bringing his small camera on your dates. Whether it’s an amusement park, a simple walk by the Han River, or just a quiet park stroll, he always finds a moment to take a few pictures of you - preferably when you’re not looking. "What? I’m just capturing beauty" he says with a teasing smile.
Boyfriend!Hyunjin: who, whenever you’re in a store and he notices you eyeing some clothes - even when you try to hide it because they’re a bit expensive - just buys them for you without asking. "You like it, I’m buying it. Simple." "Don’t worry about the price, pick whatever you want - I just want you to feel beautiful."
Boyfriend!Hyunjin: who, when he’s abroad for concerts, loves sending you handwritten letters because he knows you find them "more romantic" Whenever he gets a quiet moment in his hotel room, he’ll spend it sketching - little drawings related to you, portraits of your face, or flowers you love - all neatly tucked into the letter.
Boyfriend!Hyunjin: who buys you flowers for no reason at all. A date during a walk? Flowers. Showing up at your door in the morning? Definitely with flowers. He loves the way surprise flashes across your face right before that beautiful smile appears - the one he could look at for hours… hell, he would draw it for hours if he could.
Han Jisung
Boyfriend!Jisung: who is literally the biggest simp (like, actually). Always overreacting whenever you show him how you look in new clothes -
"OMG JAGI WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE A GIRLFRIEND LIKE YOU?!"
"I have the prettiest, coolest, and most perfect girlfriend ever!!"
Boyfriend!Jisung: who gets pouty whenever you don’t give him enough attention - because, excuse me? You’re busy? Not acceptable in his mind; there should always be time for him. To get your attention, he starts doing aegyo in front of you, clinging to your arm and whining dramatically.
"My love? Look at meee~"
"Pretty please?"
Boyfriend!Jisung: who stays on video call with you until late at night, guitar in hand, softly singing for you. His gentle voice fills your room through the phone, making it easier to fall asleep as you curl up under your blanket. He keeps singing until he notices you’ve already drifted off - and with a small, tender smile, he ends the call and sends a simple "Goodnight <3" message.
Boyfriend!Jisung: who’s clingy and completely unashamed about it - even around the members. Always wrapping his arm around your waist, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, totally ignoring their teasing. He doesn’t care; all that matters to him is the warmth of your body and the comfort of your touch. (Especially when you run your fingers through his hair - the man melts on the spot.)
Felix
Boyfriend!Felix: who texts you every single morning to wish you a good day. He always checks in to make sure you’re feeling okay, and somehow still finds time to give you attention even with his busy schedule.
"Have a good day, my love <3"
"Miss you, angel."
Boyfriend!Felix: who lets you do literally anything with his hair - from running your fingers through it to styling it with cute clips and pins.
"If you style it like that, I’m gonna look like an anime character" he laughs, watching you with soft, sparkling eyes.
Boyfriend!Felix: who loves giving you kisses. He’ll gently take your chin in his hand so you’ll look at him, lean closer, and press a soft kiss to your lips - then scatter a few more across your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and your forehead, making you burst into quiet giggles.
Boyfriend!Felix: with whom you can spend hours gaming - whether it’s Minecraft or Mario Kart, it’s always fun and full of laughter until you both lose track of time. And even though Felix is naturally competitive, sometimes he lets you win on purpose just to see that bright smile on your face.
"You did really well."
"You’re actually good at this, you know."
Seungmin
Boyfriend!Seungmin: Hear me out - Kim Seungmin, the ultimate tsundere boyfriend.
When you text him "I love you" he’ll reply with "Gross." …only to follow up a second later with "I love you too."
He lives to tease you just to see your reaction -
"I love you too… I guess."
"I’m not cute, shut up."
Boyfriend!Seungmin: who acts all distant and composed around the other members - but in private? He’s a literal puppy who’d rather stay home cuddling with you all day than go to work.
"Warm."
"Give me a hug."
"Miss you."
Boyfriend!Seungmin: the secret freak. Yep. A freak.
He listens to Muse and The Weeknd, smiling like an angel while hiding very unholy thoughts. That cute laugh and soft attitude? Total cover. When you’re out together, maybe at dinner with others, he’ll hold your hand under the table - and occasionally lean in close to whisper something far from innocent against your ear.
Boyfriend!Seungmin: who’ll spend way too long at a claw machine just to win you a plushie. After losing a few coins and muttering quiet curses under his breath, he finally manages to grab one. He hands it to you, trying to look coo -
"Here."
"Pfft, it’s nothing."
"Told you it was easy."
Jeongin
Boyfriend!Jeongin: who usually dodges hugs from his members and makes exaggerated disgusted faces whenever they try - but absolutely loves it when you hug him.
It’s just different with you. Endless cuddles, your fingers running through his perfectly styled hair while he lets you mess it up without a complaint. He could hold your hand all day, even if the members tease him about it later.
Boyfriend!Jeongin: who loves taking you on late-night walks, your hands intertwined the whole time. And the moment he notices you’re even a little cold, he’ll stop, stand in front of you, and wrap his scarf gently around your neck.
"Let’s head back… it’s getting cold."
Then, with a small smile, he takes your hand again, walking you home and making sure you get there safely.
Boyfriend!Jeongin: who gets shy every single time you compliment him. He can’t stop smiling, even while he tries to hide it by looking away and mumbling something under his breath. But you know he secretly loves it - which is exactly why you keep showering him with compliments just to make him flustered.
Boyfriend!Jeongin: matching outfits with him.
He loves it when the two of you wear similar clothes on dates - even if it’s something simple like matching hoodies. He can’t help but smile when people immediately recognize you’re a couple. And when older people call you "such a cute pair" Jeongin feels a warm flutter in his chest and a quiet sense of pride.
hey i was wondering if you could do a handy man hyunjin smut! after seeing that one episode of him i need him to fix my life
!HANDYMAN!
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Paring: Handyman!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader
WC: 1977
Warnings: SMUT
Summary: Y/N’s sink is broken, hopefully the handyman she hired can help her…
A/N: somebody said that i used to much big words so i changed up my writing a bit, lmk if you prefer this style or the other!! also thank you for all the love!!
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The July sun beat down like a physical weight as you stood in your tiny kitchen, staring helplessly at the sink that had escalated from a drip to a full-blown geyser overnight. You’d tried. Really. But YouTube tutorials only went so far, and your knuckles were scraped raw from wrestling with ancient, corroded pipes. Defeated, you’d called the number on the slightly grimy flyer tucked under your windshield wiper: "Hwang Handyman Services."
And then he arrived.
Hyunjin filled your doorway, taller and broader than you remembered from the blurry community page photo. Sweat beaded at his temples, darkening the collar of his faded grey t-shirt that clung to lean muscle. Worn jeans hung low on his hips, secured by a thick belt weighed down by a heavy tool pouch. He smelled like sun-warmed skin, sawdust, and clean sweat.
"Y/N? Sink emergency?" His voice was a low rumble, smooth but with an underlying edge that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine.
"Yeah," you managed, gesturing weakly towards the disaster zone. "It's... rebelling."
He gave a curt nod, dropping his heavy toolbox onto your linoleum floor with a thud that echoed in the cramped space. He didn't waste words. Crouching low, he slid under the sink cabinet on his back. Your view was instantly arrested by the way his jeans stretched taut over his ass, the t-shirt riding up to reveal a tempting strip of tanned skin and the defined dip of his lower back muscles. The rhythmic clinking of tools and muffled curses provided a strangely intimate soundtrack.
Suddenly, a sharp CRACK echoed, followed by a furious hiss.
"Fuck!" Hyunjin scrambled out just as a jet of cold water erupted from a severed pipe, drenching him from chest to face. He shot up, dripping, hair plastered to his forehead, grey t-shirt utterly transparent and clinging to every hard ridge of his torso. Water streamed down his jaw, tracing paths over the defined lines of his throat and collarbone.
"Shit! Are you okay?" You lunged forward with a dish towel, your own heart hammering.
He swiped water from his eyes, blinking rapidly. His gaze, dark and intense, locked onto yours, annoyance melting into something hotter, sharper as he took in your proximity. He pushed his wet hair back, revealing sharp cheekbones and a predatory focus that made your breath catch. "Valve blew," he muttered, his voice rougher now. Water dripped steadily from his chin onto his soaked shirt, plastering it even tighter. You could see the dark circles of his nipples, every ripple of his abs.
"Here," you whispered, thrusting the towel towards him.
His fingers brushed yours as he took it. A jolt of electricity sizzled up your arm. He didn't dry himself. He just held your gaze, the towel dangling forgotten in his hand. The air crackled—thick with the scent of damp cotton, male sweat, and pure, unspoken tension. His eyes raked over your face, lingering on your lips.
"You're soaked," you breathed, stating the obvious because your brain was fogged with lust.
A slow, dangerous smirk curved his lips. "Yeah," he rasped, taking a deliberate step closer. His heat radiated against you. "Distracting you?" His gaze dropped pointedly to where his wet shirt revealed every contour of his chest.
"Very," you admitted, your voice husky.
He lifted the towel slowly, deliberately… but bypassed his own face. Instead, he dabbed gently at a spot of water high on your collarbone. The rough terrycloth felt shockingly intimate against your skin. His knuckle brushed the strap of your tank top.
"You got sprayed too," he murmured, his thumb tracing a slow, burning line along your collarbone. His gaze flickered down to your lips again. When it snapped back up, the hunger was raw, undeniable. "Better?" His voice was pure gravel.
You couldn't speak. Couldn't move. Every nerve ending screamed under his touch.
He saw your answer. That half-smirk vanished, replaced by pure feral intent.
The towel hit the wet floor with a splat.
His hands shot up, framing your face, calloused palms rough against your cheeks. "No more talking," he growled, the command vibrating through your bones.
His mouth crashed down on yours. It wasn't a kiss; it was a claiming. Hard, possessive lips devoured yours, his tongue sweeping in without hesitation to tangle fiercely with yours. He tasted like rainwater and something darkly male. You gasped against him, your hands flying to grip his soaked t-shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath flex as he yanked you flush against him. Your bodies collided—the heat of his wet clothes searing through your thin top, the hard ridge of his erection already pressing insistently against your belly through his jeans.
He groaned, deep and guttural. One hand fisted in your hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your head back for deeper access. The other slid down your back, gripping your ass hard and grinding you against the thick bulge straining his zipper.
"Fuck," he hissed against your mouth, breaking the kiss only to trail burning, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw to the frantic pulse in your throat. His teeth scraped lightly, making you whimper and arch against him. "Knew you'd feel this good." His hand under your top found bare skin at your waist, fingers digging in possessively.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes black with lust. "Wanna get me out of these wet clothes?" he challenged, his thumb hooking into your waistband.
You didn't hesitate. Your fingers fumbled with the heavy buckle of his tool belt. It clattered heavily to the floor. Then you yanked at the hem of his soaked t-shirt. He helped, pulling it over his head in one swift motion and tossing it aside. Your breath hitched. His chest was sculpted perfection—defined pecs, hard ridges of abs glistening with water droplets, a light dusting of dark hair trailing down into the waistband of his jeans. The scent of him intensified—pure male musk mixed with damp skin.
"Your turn," he demanded roughly, already tugging at your tank top. You raised your arms, letting him pull it off. The cool air hit your skin, followed instantly by the heat of his gaze raking over your breasts in your simple bra. He growled low in his throat.
He spun you around roughly, pressing your front against the cool edge of the kitchen counter. His body covered yours from behind, hot and solid. One hand snaked around your front, roughly palming your breast over your bra while the other worked frantically at the button and zip of your shorts. They slid down your hips, pooling at your ankles with your panties caught in the tangle. Cool air kissed your bare ass.
"Fuck, look at you," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. His fingers slid down your stomach, rough fingertips tracing the curve of your hip before dipping between your thighs without preamble. He found you soaked, slick heat already gathering. A thick finger slid through your folds, gathering wetness before circling your clit roughly.
You cried out, pushing back against him.
"Yeah? That's it," he murmured darkly, pressing hot kisses to the back of your neck while his fingers worked you. One finger pushed inside you easily, curling upwards, finding that sweet spot that made your knees buckle. "So fucking wet for me already." He added a second finger, stretching you, pumping them in and out with a crude rhythm that sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core. His thumb kept relentless pressure on your clit.
"Hyunjin!" Your moan was ragged.
"Need to be inside this tight little cunt," he growled against your ear, his breath hot. He withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving you clenching around emptiness. You heard the rasp of his zipper, the rustle of denim being shoved down his hips.
He pressed against you again, his cock hot and thick against the cleft of your ass. One hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise while the other guided himself to your entrance. The broad head nudged against you, slick with your own arousal. He didn't ask. He didn't tease.
With a low grunt of pure need, he slammed into you in one powerful thrust.
"Ahh! FUCK!" You gasped at the sudden stretch, the exquisite burn of being filled completely by his thick cock. He was big—bigger than you’d imagined—stretching you wide open. He held himself deep for a second, buried to the hilt, letting you feel every inch of him pulsing inside you.
"God damn... so fucking tight," he groaned, his voice strained. Then he pulled back almost all the way out before driving into you again, hard and deep. The force rocked you forward against the countertop.
He set a brutal pace immediately, no gentle build-up. Each powerful thrust punched the breath from your lungs, the base of his cock grinding against your clit on every drive home. The sounds were filthy: the slick slap of skin on skin, his harsh grunts in your ear, your own choked cries echoing in the small kitchen. Sweat slicked both of you now, mingling with the drying spray from the pipe.
His grip on your hip was iron-tight, holding you in place as he fucked into you with relentless force. His other hand slid up from your hip to grip your throat loosely, not choking, but holding you possessively. The dominance of it sent another wave of slick heat flooding around his cock.
"Take it," he commanded roughly against the shell of your ear. "Take every fucking inch." He punctuated each word with a punishing thrust that made you see stars.
You pushed back against him, meeting his force with yours, lost in the raw sensation of being filled so completely. The counter dug into your hips, the linoleum floor cold under your bare feet, but none of it mattered compared to the friction of his cock pistoning inside you, stretching you impossibly wider with every stroke.
"Gonna come in this sweet pussy," he snarled, his rhythm becoming even more frantic, erratic. "Fill you up." His fingers tightened slightly on your throat as he buried himself impossibly deep.
The pressure built rapidly inside you—a coil tightening beyond endurance. The rough drag of him inside you, the relentless pressure on your clit from his thrusts, the possessive growls in your ear… it overwhelmed you. Your orgasm tore through you violently—a white-hot explosion that made you scream his name, clenching hard around him like a vice.
"Fuck YES!" he roared as your inner walls spasmed around him. His thrusts turned jagged, desperate. Three more brutal drives and he slammed home one final time with a guttural groan that vibrated through your entire body. You felt the hot pulse deep inside you as he came, filling you in thick spurts, his body shuddering violently against yours.
He stayed buried deep for long moments, both of you panting raggedly, slick with sweat and exertion. His forehead rested against the back of your neck. The only sounds were your harsh breaths and the persistent drip… drip… drip from the broken pipe under the sink he’d never fixed. His softening cock was still inside you when he finally pulled out slowly, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness and the slick trail that followed him.
He turned you around roughly to face him. His eyes were still dark with lust, though sated for now. Water dripped from his hair onto his bare shoulders as he looked down at you. He ran a calloused thumb possessively over your swollen bottom lip, smearing a drop of sweat or maybe his own release. A slow, satisfied smirk touched his lips.
"Guess I found something else that needed fixing," he rumbled. His hand slid down over your bare hip to cup your ass cheek firmly. "Might need a follow-up call."
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