↳ A shopping trip with the gloriously attractive, delightfully oblivious man you've lusted after since time began? During a particularly lengthy dry spell? Definitely not a recipe for disaster.
↳ Hyunjin x female reader
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↳ Best friends to lovers, romance, mutual pining, angst and sexual tension with a happy ending, eventual smut
! Explicit content, adult themes throughout, suitable for 18+ readers only !
And so it is that Hwang Hyunjin, ever a paragon of hypocrisy, is running late. You’d be surprised if it wasn’t so utterly on brand.
The last message you sent him says something towards your growing impatience:
<< where the fuck are you hwang
Feeling (and looking) not unlike a spare dick at a wedding, you loiter outside the mall entrance, glancing up and down the busy street for any sign of the honey-blonde head you fully intend to forcefully remove from the shoulders. It’s warm today—nicely sunny, the sky is a pleasant powdery blue—which posed good enough reason to dig out the summer wear from the deepest recesses of your wardrobe set for autumn. Days like this, you rather enjoy; waking up to unexpected warmth, the universal lifting of moods that, in your case, at least lasted until your best friend soured it with his tardiness.
Perhaps it wouldn’t irritate so much if he hadn’t pressed so hard against your insistence on picking him up in favour of driving himself, yet the reasons for that were plain enough: he’s just purchased a brand-new BMW convertible, billiard red and as garish as garish comes. Quite how a second-year college students affords such an expense continues to elude you, but where Hyunjin is concerned, flamboyance is par for the course.
Just as you’re about to send a second (far more graphic) threatening text, the distant growling of the engine you’ve been conditioned to loathe carries from down the street. The glaring red chassis approaches, catching sharp angles of sunlight. You shrink into yourself, more so embarrassed by the thump of the obnoxious EDM track that blares from the thing unfiltered. When he pulls up curb side, all Ray-Bans, white grin and windswept blonde tresses, you hurry over, leaning through the drawn down window.
“Do you have any idea how much of a wanker you look right now?”
He kills the ignition, the gratuitous music dying out. Passers-by double take, their faces awed. You wonder which is doing it; the car or the man. Hyunjin pouts, Ray-Bans sliding down his nose.
“Also, you are so fucking late,” you hiss. “I can’t believe you.”
Unable to bear being the centre of attention any longer, you about-face and march towards the mall, through throngs of people. You hear the abrupt slamming of a car door, the electronic beep of its locks, rushed footsteps that catch up just as you make it to the revolving entrance.
“Are you, like, seriously mad?” He grabs your shoulder.
“Yes! You were the one that went on so hard about being on time, blah, blah fucking blah, yet I was the one left waiting like a tool. Then you have the nerve to make an entrance like that?” you gesture vaguely towards the BMW. “It’s so—”
“Man, I’m sorry,” he pouts again, now holding both your shoulders. “I didn’t think I was that late.”
You roll your eyes, shrugging out of his grip, stepping into the revolving glass segment that he quickly hops in with you. He guides your paced steps by hands on your shoulders—again—and once out of the spinning death-trap, slips his arms down and around your waist from behind, pulling you against him.
“Don’t be mad,” he coos, “I’m super sorry. I’m the sorriest I’ve ever been—”
You struggle half-heartedly. “Release me, demon.”
“I’ll make it up to you?” he speaks into your neck, squeezes you tightly, and despite yourself, you laugh (squeal)? Staying angry with Hyunjin is about as feasible as ice cream withstanding the sun.
“Please, kitten?”
And your struggle ceases momentarily; in all the years you’ve known him, he’s never addressed you like that. Something base and wanting throbs in your chest, and while it’s far from the first time you’ve experienced such a sensation in his company, it is the first time it’s caught you off guard. He unwinds himself from around you; you step away quickly, glad of the space.
“Fine,” you clear your throat. “You’re forgiven.”
Hyunjin grins, smug with his victory. “Knew you couldn’t stay mad.”
“Shut up.”
You start walking; he falls into pace with you. The mall is as busy as one expects it should be, and while you definitely have an objective for today, you’re not averse to looking around. Anonymous jazz plays quietly over the mall speakers, shoppers go about their business in groups or alone, the bravest of them with kids in pushchairs or toddlers on leads. Teens outmanoeuvre the elderly when there’s a crowd jam—usually nearest the shop fronts—and the scent of commercialism hits in targeted waves: perfume at the beauty outlet, fresh cookies at the bakery, soap at the hipster store.
Your name is called as Hyunjin nudges you. “I, uh... didn’t actually look like a wanker back there, did I?”
“Kind of.”
He grimaces. “Wasn’t what I was going for.”
You scoff into your palm. “Should put that on a bumper sticker: ‘this car makes me look like a wanker, sorry.’”
“Oh yeah, you’d love that, huh?” he laughs.
“It’d be a marked improvement.”
He glares at you, the glint of mischief in his dark eyes. The nature of your relationship never up for debate when you’re with him like this; easily, comfortably. Whatever struggles come from taking in the angular planes of his stunning face are yours alone.
“Jerk,” he deadpans.
You poke your tongue out at him. “Bitch.”
***
“Hyunjin!”
You can only reason that clothing shops make their chairs so goddamn uncomfortable by deliberate design: buy something and get the fuck out, is the key takeaway. Sat on the horrid plastic thing and calling Hyunjin’s name into the men’s dressing room, you wonder if he’s ignoring you on purpose.
Taking mercy on your posture and rising, you call to him again. “Are you done or did you find Narnia?”
Inside the dressing room is a long row of cubicles draped by dark velvet privacy curtains. Chic spotlights beam down from the ceiling, leaving white spots in your eyes when you leave them focused for too long. You rub them when just that happens, resigned to action. That shirt should not have taken this long to try on.
The end most cubicle is the only one drawn over; you head to it, detecting the grumbling grunts of a struggle the closer you get.
“Everything alright in there?” you ask dubiously.
“Wh— Why are you in here?” Hyunjin complains from inside. “I’m fine!”
“Doesn’t sound like it.”
More struggling resounds from beyond; there’s a thump against the wall. You bite back a laugh.
“Do you need help?”
“Why do people just fucking lie about sizes?” he whines, and after a moment, the chaos stops.
“Okay. I’m coming in.”
“Don't you dare—”
And in pulling back the curtain to slip inside, what awaits you is not quite what you expected. Having tangled himself in something of a makeshift strait jacket, the man’s right arm is elevated uncomfortably, the shirt constricting him by bicep and shoulder. His left hand holds the hem that’s ridden up his torso, too small to apparently drag over his chest. Quite how he managed it, you can’t begin to imagine, but regardless, he’s thoroughly stuck.
“Well...”
“Don’t,” he sighs. “Just help me.”
His complexion tinctured a rose shade of mortification, he begrudgingly allows you to assess the state of things. Force seems like the most obvious solution, and so you instruct him to turn around. Now facing the floor-length mirror, he grimaces when you tug the back of the shirt, the material pinching his skin when you drag it up.
“Ouch, damn it, be careful!”
“How the hell did you even get this on?” you huff, his temporary discomfort an afterthought at best.
“It has a zipper, but it got stuck. Fuck, watch it!”
“Oh, you better stop complaining, Hwang Hyunjin. I’ll leave your ass here to rot.”
He whines exaggeratedly. “I don’t want to die like that. I’m too young and pretty.”
Which he is, but validating that would be a fatal mistake. It’s not like you’re ignorant to the toned planes of his muscled back.
“Where’s the zipper?” you ask, giving up on force.
He turns awkwardly, the dressing room hardly allowing for such manoeuvring.
“At the front. Here—” with his free hand he tugs down the collar, exposing the locking mechanism.
“Need a gentle touch with these things,” you mutter, stretching out the fabric to allow for a straight pull. A little easing and working of the zipper, and it budges slightly.
“It’s coming. Just a little more—”
“God, please,” Hyunjin wails.
Thoughtless is the way you brace your other hand against his abdomen, firm and warm under your palm, more so than is probably usual in light of his self-inflicted stress and tension. Your eyes meet for a brief second—a fleeting recognition of the touch, of the sensation—and you bring focus back to freeing him. A final guided pull of the zipper brings it sliding from chest to hem, the relief immediate as the shirt falls open on him. His arm comes down and he sags against the mirror, and in his blissful reprieve he must not notice the way you unashamedly take in the way he looks half-dressed: the sheen of exertion on his tan skin, the ridges of his abdomen relaxing and contracting with his heaving breaths, the glow the spotlights cast on him. For the simple fact is that Hyunjin is a model of a man, his beauty enough to render the busiest of minds an empty void. And in that void, when robbed of sense or shame, you’ll admit to seeing to the matter of your own relief, the last such occurrence being when, shower fresh, he opted to walk around your flat bearing nothing but a damp towel slung low around his svelte hips. You were fully (and unwittingly, on his part) apprised as to the impressive endowment of your best friend, and with the emergence of such information, a date with your toys was a given.
“Thank fuck for that,” Hyunjin groans, rubbing his sore shoulder.
You pull yourself together. “You’re welcome.”
“What would I do without my little kitten to save me, huh?”
Your swift escape from the dressing room is somewhat cowardly, but with your composure already in so fragile a state, stopping to address the sudden use of this infernal pet name doesn’t strike you as the wisest of choices.
“Meet you outside,” you call over your shoulder, your rushed pace through the clothing shop matching that of the pounding in your chest.
Back in the mall proper, the arousal lingers, setting you on cool edge. Sure enough in yourself to know that nothing outside true relief will ever alleviate it, and you’re not likely to get that until you’re home alone, you settle on pacing. It helps somewhat; staying in motion, not stewing.
When Hyunjin emerges from the shop empty handed some moments later, he’s all smiles once more.
“Where next?” he asks brightly.
Focus is good, you suppose.
“Need new shampoo,” you sigh.
Falling into stride, you walk the upper floor of the bustling mall, knowing vaguely the route to the nearest beauty outlet. It’s warmer up here, you think. Hard to tell what’s responsible for your sudden flustering.
Hyunjin frowns at you pointedly.
“What?” you ask.
“Why new shampoo?” he pouts. “I like the stuff you use now.”
Not particularly taken with the idea of explaining that your current drugstore brand appears to have an unholy drying effect on your ends, you simply shrug.
“Just feel like a change. Do I need your permission?”
And in the moment that follows, you’re drawn close into a sudden embrace secured by his hand around your nape. Standing a head taller than you, it’s no task for him to take a deep inhalation from your crown, the sensation a bolt of hot lightning down your spine. When he breaks away, you shove him by the chest, albeit weakly.
“What the hell was that?” you gripe, heat in your cheeks.
“You smell good.”
“What?”
“Your shampoo,” he presses, “makes me feel some kind of way, I swear. Don’t change it.”
You wonder how much of what he’s saying is true, how much is purely for the gag. He finds no small amount of pleasure in teasing you, such has always been the case, but when his ribbing crosses the boundaries of physical space, things get murky. You ache for validation from him on a level too intimate to entertain, and when he so recklessly manhandles and compliments and asks things of you...
“Don’t sniff me,” you deadpan, turning from him and pacing ahead, unable to summon the cool collectiveness of character that nonchalance requires.
He catches up quickly. “So you’ll keep it?”
Your silence attests to your surrender. He hums in knowing victory, a gentle elbow nudging you. Would he find such delight in it all if he knew how sorely you pined?
Several minutes of walking—you stroll straight past the beauty outlet—and a particularly intriguing shop front comes into view.
“Hold up,” you poke his arm, then point. “Want to go in there.”
He follows your direction, his face drawing notably vacant. Valid, you suppose. It’s not every day one visits an ‘adult store’, and when one does, they’re probably not with their bestie.
“You, uh, don’t have to come with if you don’t want.”
His brows pull together under blonde locks, hands shove into his pockets. “What do you need in there?”
“I just want to see,” you reply honestly, having had it in mind to forgo the sex toy section in favour of perusing the lingerie; a few nice bras never go amiss, and on the vibrator front, you’re as stocked as is needed. Yet in light of Hyunjin’s apparent trepidation, an idea altogether mischievous dawns on you.
“Wait out here, man,” you laugh, pat his shoulder. “I appreciate it’ll be a little much for you.”
Hyunjin sneers, “Fuck off. I’m coming in,” and with that, strides into the adult store without so much as a falter. Not even remotely surprised by his rising to the presented challenge, you follow him inside.
A little revenge for the suffering he’s inflicted, perhaps?
***
Never one to unnecessarily primp and preen, the sensation you find yourself amidst is decidedly foreign. It feels like confidence—tall and strong, it has your back unwaveringly—but is tinctured with a giddy anticipation that has you reaching for your phone to take a picture.
You look indescribably good. The thin black straps of the lace bralette criss-cross neatly over your chest, the deep plunge accentuates your cleavage. Dainty frills run the hem of the item to decorate your upper ribs, as they do the matching silken thong it comes with. The band pinches your hips in just the right, appealing way, offering a satisfying snap against your flesh when you pick at it, intrigued. Such extravagance isn’t in your nature, but even you possess a level of self-awareness when it comes to knowing one’s strengths; lingerie might just have to join them.
A steeling breath in, and you peek beyond the dressing room curtain, glancing up and down the empty room.
“Hyunjin?”
His name carries through the space, but no response comes. You shift nervously.
“Hyunjin!”
“What!?” he hisses.
“Could you come here?”
A second of silence, then he whisper-shouts, “You lose the last of your marbles? That’s the women’s dressing room!”
“There’s nobody else here, just come through! I need your eyes.”
“No way.”
Irritated, you resort to dirty tactics.
“Fine. Forget it. Guess I don’t really need a second opinion on this lingerie.”
Something of a gamble to hinge his compliance on a promise of seeing your semi-naked form; there’s nothing to say he’s even remotely interested enough to be enticed. And if he is, what questions does that raise? Amid this minor—terribly belated—crisis, Hyunjin appears from around the corner.
Oh, God.
Too late to tell him to turn back, he hurriedly crosses the room, darting into the cubicle and drawing the curtain back with a sharp drag. Pressed to the wall to make room for his entrance—this one is even smaller than the last—it’s only when the rush of stealth passes to leave the muted sound of your combined breaths that you realise the proximity; the gravity.
Hyunjin visibly swallows. Close enough that you see the way his pupils dilate when the moment stills and he rakes a gaze from your toe to top, lingering where the lingerie clings snuggest. His jaw locks firm.
“What do you think?” you whisper, unsure if his looming is intentional or not.
He wets his bottom lip by brief dart of tongue and shakes his head. “You really want my opinion?” he asks, his voice a tone of gravel hitherto unheard.
He steps forward inasmuch as the space will allow; more of a shuffle, a readjustment of stance. Your body throbs when his arm props beside your head; caged in and feeling every inch the prey to his predatory nature, your knees all but threaten to give out.
“I think you know exactly how fucking hot you look.”
And his other hand steadily drops to the curve of your waist, a touch so featherlight it may well pass for hovering. Desire curls around you, and in its wake you arch from the wall, seeking closeness to him. The corner of his mouth is pulled up in a grin, your breath catches tight in your throat. It’s equal parts mercy and wickedness when he touches you with intent, a glide from waist to hip that settles at the band of your thong. An inaudible sigh when he picks carefully at the thin strap, your lips parted in such voracious wanting of the man, yet he gives nothing so obvious away. In snapping the material against your flesh, you all but whimper, for as slow and controlled as this is—as he is—it still feels to be happening too fast.
He drags in a heavy, shuddering breath; arm removed from the wall, both hands travel up your sides, across your prickling navel, to your chest where he traces the lace of the bralette with fingertips.
“Hyunjin...”
Your whisper falls to another whine when he cups your breasts gently, the swell of your cleavage so appealing to him. In pushing them up and together, the bralette tightens, and he watches with so intense a darkness you can hardly stand to keep from throwing yourself at him. The ache between your thighs is now so unbearable you wonder how you’ll even make it home at all; he leans to your ear, soft blonde tickling your feverish skin. Lips against your lobe, he speaks softly:
“Did you think you could get one over on me, kitten?”
And he drops back, all contact lost. The sting of neglect is so brutally sharp, you’re too stunned to consider what his knowledge of your trivial gulling even means. In the light of day, it might suggest that he’s well aware of the effect he has on your libido and state of mind, that he acknowledges what sexual tension lives between you; what just transpired certainly attests to that.
“Meet you outside,” he states coolly, surreptitiously readjusting his groin before he throws back the curtain and steps out.
It takes a moment for the bleak reality of it to settle: your best friend has just left you so high and dry, you’ve never nursed such concentrated arousal, such thick and heavy wanting. If he had asked, you’d have given yourself to him. You’d have let him have his way in any and all manners.
Was the point of that exercise not to regain a sliver of power? How had it backfired so badly? How had he so easily turned it on its head? How much longer will you dance around admitting that you crave him?
Dressing yourself in a daze, you suppose falling back on old faithful is about all that’s left to do.
You’ll never let you down, after all.
***
Saying a frosty goodbye to Hyunjin was far from pleasant, yet utterly necessary.
You hadn’t even required excuses by which to take your leave of him; he didn’t question it. It had crossed your mind that he might be aware of how severely he’d overstepped this time, and his reluctance to press you on the matter of your departure was a direct result of that. At some point then, could you expect an apology? Would you even want it, considering the precedent you set for the tense back and forth?
Too highly strung to give reasonable thought to any of that in this moment, once back in your apartment, the plan extends to nothing much more complicated than aided masturbation; you’re going to fuck yourself until you can no longer feel your legs, and that should bring you back to a semblance of coherent self.
Spread legged on your bed, you’re almost halfway there. The silicone of the vibrator is inexplicably smooth inside you, the drag so delicious (even if it is lacking in ways only the real thing can manage). A self-taught expert in edging to the closest degree of release, the steady hum of the toy takes you to the precipice: you drag yourself back from it by total removal, accustomed to traversing the peaks and valleys of your pleasure threshold. Some might say it’s a lonely affair, and in the most obvious ways, it is, but when needs come knocking and all one has is their own enthusiasm, what else can one do but fantasise about their best friend and play back how it felt to be touched by him?
Fully absorbed in your own tryst, you don’t hear the gentle knock on the door. Neither do you hear its creak when it opens, nor the steps that you would otherwise recognise well.
Your name is called softly; opening your eyes to the visage of your best friend in your room, the response is one of panic. Senses returned, you startle to a shriek that sees you scooting up the bed.
“What the fuck!?”
He lifts his hand, a set of keys dangling from them. Right; you did give him those.
“What are you doing here?” you breathe, registering beyond the shock that he’s wearing the same jeans and shirt you saw him in earlier. Did he even go home?
“Thought I’d check in on you,” he says, that same tone of gravel laced deeply. “Seemed a little off today.”
“Get out.”
He shakes his head. “Can’t do that.”
“Seriously, you need to leave, I’m—”
“What?” he cocks his head. “Fucking yourself?”
As if requiring the blunt observation to even remember you’re holding your vibrator, it falls limply from your hand amidst the choke of mortification. Hyunjin perches on the end of the bed, thoroughly unfazed by your semi-nakedness.
“This is why you ditched me?” he asks coolly.
You swallow, unsure how to answer. Telling the truth of it would give so much more away than he knows.
“Because of what happened in the dressing room?” he presses. “The little game you tried to play with me?”
“It wasn’t a game.”
“What was it, then?”
“I... I don’t know.”
He skims a hand through his loose blonde locks, a huff of breath through his nose. If nothing else, he seems at least to be amused as he sighs, “Do you think you’ll ever be honest with me?”
Your heart pounds unforgivingly. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” he stares you down, “the way you try to hide everything. Do you really think I can’t tell when you’re keening for a fuck?”
You can only watch in disbelief when he repositions on his knees, a few crawled paces bringing him to your feet where he stops, hand poised expectantly over your ankle. He searches your face for the nod; when you give it by the subtlest of motions, he wraps a grip around it, stretching your leg out to drag you to the mattress proper. He crawls over you, his frame so deliciously all encompassing.
“Always wondered what you’d look like underneath me,” he muses, knuckles skimming your cheek. “Fantasies didn’t come close.”
“Hyunjin...”
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he breathes. “Why did it have to come to this?”
You puff a resigned laugh, thoroughly humourless. “How was I supposed to do that? You’re my best friend, Hyunjin. Best friends aren’t supposed to want to fuck each other.”
He lowers himself, the space between your mouths so infinitesimal you feel the way his lips shape the words when he whispers, “Says who?”
And when he kisses you, it’s a spiral of immediate wanting. The brushing of lips melts to tongues slick and hot, such pent-up yearning as you’ve nursed for so long manifesting in the way you open yourself to him so readily. Futile to attempt concealing the scalding degree of your desire, your thighs open and legs hooking around him draw him close. He holds his weight on his hands, pushing back and away with tender pillowy lips that curve into a smile of wicked intent. He disappears down your body, repositioning between your legs still opened for him; one hand pressing your navel, the other guiding left thigh up and apart. On eye level with that which he craves most, his curse is one of unadulterated appreciation:
“Fuck, kitten. So pretty.”
The climb to orgasm already underway and with Hyunjin’s knowledge of such intimacy, he’s slow to get you there. Gentle fingertips part you and explore, the soft flick of his tongue an unhurried glide that edges you carefully. The relief comes in tangible waves that, though so desperately wanted, threaten to crush you: so it is that the cap of a shaken soda bottle will explode so violently.
“God... taste so good.”
“Hyunjin—”
He hushes you softly. “I know.”
And the coil of pleasure tightens to straining as he suckles with lips formed snug around your throbbing clit, as he eases middle finger inside you to stimulate the wet tenderness therein. Your reaching for the pillow to clutch at and whine into is intended to spare you from further mortification; your best friend is moments away from making you come brutally, and he knows it.
“Oh my god— ngh—” your muffled cry is encouraged to fill the room when Hyunjin reaches up, snatches the pillow to toss it aside.
“You’ve made me wait this long and you’re going to try and hide from me?” he scoffs, a particularly deep plunge of his slim digit drawing a heavy moan from you. “That’s better. Just like that.”
His mouth returns to where you need it most, and just as your body is wracked with the first tell of orgasm: everything stops.
Confused, defeated as the promise of release tragically diminishes, you look down at the man still poised between your thighs.
“What are you—”
He kisses your inner thigh, eyes hooded. “Didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you?”
And perhaps you should have foreseen this; his nature has always been to tease, to lead, to draw out. Why should he be any different where matters of sex are concerned? Even more so when the events leading to this very moment were themselves steeped in such illicit chasing?
While you consider yourself a self-taught expert in the craft of delayed gratification, Hyunjin appears to have been taught by certified masters. Some period of time later and the man has thrashed all sense of coherence from you with the repetition of bringing you to near-orgasm, only to pull it out from under you with a promise of more. With this one, you don’t mind admitting to balancing on the verge of tears. Your body aches, your muscles a mess of involuntary trembling that Hyunjin soothes by reassuring touch.
“Hyunjin, please—”
He quirks a brow at you, detaching mouth from your centre. “But you’re doing so well, kitten.”
“I— I can’t... can’t take anymore—”
A lazy finger stretches you and roams your sensitivity, the glide comically easy with your sopping arousal.
“You should give yourself more credit,” he rasps, “four ruined orgasms and you’re still keeping it together.”
“I’m not,” you plead, “I’m really not. Just let me come, please.”
“Love the way you sound when you’re this desperate, kitten.”
“I need it so badly, fuck—”
Instinct brings your hand down to offer yourself some relief; it’s promptly swatted away, Hyunjin’s disapproving tut follows.
“You want to come?” he taunts. “Fine.”
And the assault on your aching core comes with such swiftness you can hardly withstand it. Caressed by tongue and smothered by puffy lips, the euphoria that starts as the slow unravelling of your very fibre is no longer denied; it gains momentum and drops you from a breathless height, vision starring as you liquefy amongst the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had.
Quivering form held in place by hand still over your navel, Hyunjin drives you through it, the slow, steady pump of his fingers indicative of his unwavering attention. Even as the comedown calls to you, he perseveres.
“Hyunjin—”
What should be post-coital content is instead steamrolled; Hyunjin is relentless, his ministrations unforgiving. Unable to gulp down a breath or keep your limbs from trembling, you clutch the sheets beneath you.
“It’s too much, it’s too— ngh, fuck—”
A searing second orgasm plucks your soul from body; Hyunjin grins against you, even the hot of his breath proving to be too much in all your overstimulated state. Thrown from pillar to post, the void you’ve so often visited alone in your stupors of lust settles over you like a heavy blanket; you’re present, but unthinking beyond the man that, in this moment, owns you.
“Good fucking girl,” he praises, mercy given when he rises from between your legs to kneel over you. Unsure when he even removed his own clothes, you’re thoroughly taken with the sight of him naked; his cock hangs thick and heavy, and it seems to you an unreal prospect that you should be expected to take it.
Not that you won’t give it your utmost, soldier that you are.
“Turn over for me,” he instructs.
Breathless, boneless, you make some form of attempt to do. On your weakness, Hyunjin guides you to your front, a whispered reassurance offered, “You’re doing so well, kitten.” Hands and knees imprinting the mattress, a drag of large palm down your spine arches you just so. Presented to him, for him, the initial breach is grounding in ways you hadn’t anticipated: Hyunjin is ludicrously well endowed, and every inch he sinks, even despite your blatant arousal, is met with bated breath. He draws tight when he bottoms out; your knees buckle, he keeps you suspended by curve of hips.
“So soft,” he groans, “fuck, you fit right around me—”
And the pace he sets is one of acclimatisation, steady and firm as he finds familiarity in the way you take him, as you melt into the way he drags in and out. Mattress creaks accompany the soft smacks of skin, your broken sighs an encouragement.
“Harder—”
Hyunjin hisses, your presented cheeks are squeezes appreciatively amidst a snap of hips.
“Don’t stop,” you press, “you feel so good—”
He groans low. “Fuck, yeah. Keep talking.”
“You’re so hard, so fucking big—”
He preens, reaching over you to slide a gentle grip around your throat. He pulls you up and back against him, his snapping forcing each staggered breath from your lungs.
“Do you like getting split open, kitten?” he pants in your ear. “Like it when I fuck you raw?”
“Mhm, feels so nice, please—”
He releases you for you to fall to the mattress, and where your knees buckle again, this time there is no assistance. He follows atop you, the pressure of his palm over your shoulder blade keeping you pinned. Fucked into the bed with such fluid strength you’re rendered unable to speak—much less think—the new angle allows for a deeper penetration, a third strong orgasm when the drag of his length gets you there. Somewhat mercifully, yours brings his, the tremble to his form and blush of his complexion indicative of his surrender.
“Oh fuck, fuck— I’m going to come so hard—”
“Inside me,” you plead as his strength fails and he covers you with his body, his chest to your back and your shoulder subjected to open-mouthed attention. Buried into your skin, he fists the sheets beside your head, throaty groans of his unfiltered desire accompanying his sharp, shallow thrusts that fill you up.
The moment of stillness is occupied by your laboured breathing, the respective pounding of your hearts. Silence holds as he rolls from you, and while you would normally seek to engage in much-needed clean-up, you can’t even stand to move. It’s a surprise, then, when Hyunjin rises and disappears to your en-suite, returning with a towel. Too exhausted to entertain embarrassment when he firstly dries the sweat from your skin, then parts your thighs to dab up the worst of what leaks from you. He does it wordlessly and with a tenderness you thought him incapable of; when he’s done, he returns to your side.
Unsure what to say now that the urgency of lust has passed, you’re glad when Hyunjin speaks first.
“That was pretty unreal.”
You gently laugh your agreement. “Yeah.”
He turns to you, seeking your gaze. When you give it, the sincerity there is yet another unexpected turn of his character.
“I’m glad,” he says softly.
“You are?”
He nods. “At the risk of sounding like an arrogant prick, I always kind of thought this would happen. You could cut the tension between us with a blunt spoon.”
“You say that, but I thought it was just me that felt it.”
He quirks a brow, amused.
“You give absolutely nothing away,” you explain. “Until today, I was resigned to forever pining after my best friend.”
“Well,” he sighs, pulling you into his chest, “now you can forever pine after your boyfriend.”
Warm in his embrace, against his skin, there’s something almost elegant in the way he so nonchalantly presents and decides on the status now shared between you. From bestie to boyfriend, in so simple a sentence as that. And why dispute it, when the idea brings you to such delight? To be able to call him more than just a friend is a fantasy hitherto ignored. Now it’s your reality.
“Need to go back to the mall tomorrow,” he mumbles among the calling of sleep. You look up at him, confused.
He grins lazily, the very picture of mischief. A soft kiss pressed to your forehead, his nose brushing down your temple when he whispers in your ear:
“You and I have unfinished business with that lingerie, kitten.”
⎯⎯ pairs ‣‣‣ hwang hyunjin x fem!reader
⎯⎯ rating ‣‣‣ 18+
⎯⎯ genre ‣‣‣ friends to lovers ‣ perv!hyunjin ‣ smut ‣ fluff ‣ angst ‣ dom!hyunjin ‣ sub!reader
⎯⎯ warnings ‣‣‣ smut ‣ vaginal sex ‣ perverted behaviour ‣ slightly obsessive behaviour ‣ creepy behaviour ‣ inappropriate language ‣ degrading ‣ insults ‣ sex-positive characters ‣ slightly evil reader ‣ masturbation ‣ teasing ‣ fingering ‣ oral sex ‣ vaginal sex ‣ crushes ‣ self doubt ‣ underwear kink ‣ dom/sub dynamics ‣ possessive behaviour ‣ bondage mentions ‣ fantasies ‣ consent not explicitly said [always get consent omg] ‣ unprotected sex ‣ underwear theft ‣ gagging
⎯⎯ word count ‣‣‣ 7.8k words
⎯⎯ notes ‣‣‣ my gift for @cosmic-railwayxo is bringing back this perv!hyunjin fic i wrote for her hehe <3 happy holidays deni, and don't worry beauty and the beast will be back soon also lmfao
Vivid fantasies plagued his mind, all of them starring you. You sitting on his desk and spreading your pretty thighs for him, lips pouting and eyes bright with innocence. You baking chocolate chip cookies for you both wearing only an apron, a little bit of chocolate on the corner of your lip which he would kiss away to make you blush. You kneeling in front of him with your hands tied up behind your and your mouth sucking on his cock. Everything - you.
He blamed you showing up with Jisung, always with him, by surprise. You were never meant to be going with them to the beach house! Hyunjin had opened his apartment door with his coffee, saying hello to Jisung but then you just popped up behind him in your beautiful sundress and bright smile. The left strap of your dress had slipped down your shoulder, how he wanted to fix it, but instead, he had choked on the coffee and spilled it down himself.
He blamed you showing up with Jisung, always with him, by surprise. You were never meant to be going with them to the beach house! Hyunjin had opened his apartment door with his coffee, saying hello to Jisung but then you just popped up behind him in your beautiful sundress and bright smile. The left strap of your dress had slipped down your shoulder, how he wanted to fix it, but instead, he had choked on the coffee and spilled it down himself.
Fuck, you were also wearing that necklace that Hyunjin had given you for your previous birthday. You had always admired Hyunjin’s one, always playing with it whenever you were together, so he got you your own. Though he wanted to say it was because of how much he knew you liked it - it was more because of his own sick possessiveness which he didn’t even deserve to have. He wanted to mark you as his, even if you didn’t realise his true intentions behind it.
What if he got to fuck you in that necklace? Watch the pendant snug between your breasts and swinging as he made you ride his cock… fuck, Hyunjin wanted that so badly. Maybe then he could mark you up properly, leave proof of who you belonged to and who made you feel good. Hyunjin groaned, hips jutting forward to fuck his fist faster, he knew it would never happen but that never stopped his sick fantasies.
Hyunjin could see it. You lying below him and the necklace being the only thing on your body while he was on top of you, his own necklace dangling above your moaning face while he fucked you just right. Could feel your tight cunt clenching around him instead of his hands, hearing your beautiful voice moaning his name while you came around his cock.
“Shit!” Hyunjin came in spurts, cum hitting the tiles of the shower and his hand clawing at nothing against the wall. His head had fallen back, hot water falling over his face and bouncing onto the walls - he would need to clean that off soon. He kept pumping his cock, hand moving lazily while the water washed over him, as he collected his tame thoughts.
He couldn’t exactly be acting like such a possessive creep for a two-week holiday with you there the entire time, now could he? Hyunjin had to just act normal for the next two weeks, act like the shy and easily flustered artist who you considered a friend. The one no one needs to know just masturbated because he saw you wearing a sundress and got hard.
There was a soft knocking at the bathroom door, Hyunjin had no idea how he had heard it under the water stream, and his hand left his cock immediately. “Hyune?” Fuck, of course, it was you who was knocking on the door - just his luck. “Are you alright? I heard you shout?”
“Fine!” He shouted back, face flushed as though he had been completely caught in the act. All he could hope is that you didn’t know what he was doing, that you didn’t know who he was thinking of while doing it. And yet, while he was so embarrassed that you had heard him, some demented part of him churned and made his mind run with more ideas.
Your legs wrapped around his hips and your back pressed against a wall, his tongue massaging your own and his cock pumping into your cunt. In a public place, the chance of being caught so fucking high and making it all feel so much better, so Hyunjin would keep kissing you so you stay quiet. Your sundress would be bunched around your waist, panties pulled to the side so he could continue fucking you, and your matching necklaces would be resting together… side by side.
“Okay! Everyone’s here so we are packing the cars up!” Hyunjin was sure that if it was Jisung, someone who you claimed to be your brother because of how close you were, he would be shouting at Hyunjin to hurry the fuck up - but not you. Never you. You were far too sweet and innocent to say such a crass thing, to even suggest that someone else was in the wrong.
No, you took the nice route and went subtly, and it made Hyunjin quickly clean up his cum from the tiled walls and turn off the hot water. He still needed to collect his thoughts, make himself normal again, before Hyunjin could even begin to get ready for the road trip ahead.
Hyunjin had trained himself to be able to read your facial expressions, to be able to tell whether you were around, back when Jisung first brought you over to meet everyone. It was why he watched you with furrowed eyebrows as you stared him down, eyes squinted and chin resting in your palm. You were mindlessly twirling the necklace, something Hyunjin knew you only did when deep in thought.
Just what were you thinking about? It had to be him, right? Or were you just looking at him because he was opposite you? Hyunjin hoped it was the former, hoped that you found yourself thinking about him just like he did too - but he doubted that he was so lucky. You were far too angelic for such a lowly man like him.
“Fucker!” Jisung flung a piece of food at you, making Changbin shout and Hyunjin resist the urge to throw it back at him. How dare he interrupt you when you were thinking, so peacefully absent from reality, and more selfishly looking at him. “You’re not listening to my story!”
Your eyes, your beautiful eyes which had been on him, blinked rapidly before you turned to your left and glared at Jisung. “I lived it, idiot, don’t exactly need to hear you lie about how brave you were in the face of a spider.”
“What are you on about? I was brave!”
“You ran away screaming and left me alone with it!” You rolled your eyes and looked back over at Hyunjin, smiling softly at him. Hyunjin returned it, he hoped that he wasn’t obviously flustered by how softly you looked at him, and you focused down on your dinner plate.
Jisung gasped dramatically, how was it he was called the dramatic one when Jisung exaggerated nearly everything? “How could you judge me like this? Hyunjin is horrible when it comes to bugs!” Why would he throw Hyunjin under the bus like that? He wanted to scream, attempt to pretend that he was fine with spiders and not terrified of them, but he couldn’t.
Instead, Hyunjin bit his lip and looked down, trying his best to not act as flustered and embarrassed as he did. He was sure it was failing - if your foot lightly tapping his and the small smile on your face when he looked back up was anything to go by. “Yeah,” you started, lips lifting to a smirk and eyes narrowing just a bit, “but Hyune is adorable. I would happily protect him from a spider.”
Hyunjin sat up straight and went wide-eyed, if he wasn’t completely flustered before then he was now. You were still smirking, albeit softly, at him and you crossed your arms over your chest - the thin material of your stunning sundress making your breasts pop. When had you put the necklace between your tits? Had he stopped paying attention at that time, the worst time to stop looking?
The chain looked perfect against your skin, it made Hyunjin wonder just what else would. Perhaps a collar would compliment your skin just as well? A pretty colour though, one that would look nice and suit any outfit you wore. Or maybe he should use his hand, another necklace he could give you, that would look nice on your neck. Felix had told him before that you’d mentioned loving it when men wore rings, would you enjoy having him choke you while his rings rested on his fingers?
Minho snapped his fingers in front of Hyunjin, shit, he’d already managed to act like a creep after only five hours of being with you. There were still two weeks left! “I think he wants you to catch all the spiders for him.”
You nodded and smiled, no more smirking and Hyunjin wasn’t sure whether he liked that or not. The smirk oddly suited your innocent face, your bright eyes filled with slight mischievousness. “I think so, too,” you leant over and rested a hand over Hyunjin’s arm, it took all his self-control to not focus on how you were touching him, by choice. “Don’t worry, Hyune, I’ll always protect you from dangerous bugs.”
There was underwear on his pillow.
Your underwear.
Red lace underwear placed delicately upon his pillow - taunting him with the intricate designs and swirls woven through the material. The material itself was soft, feeling like heaven as he rubbed it between his thumb and his forefinger.
Fuck, Hyunjin had never felt like such a pervert, which was saying something… but he couldn’t stop himself. Couldn’t stop himself from picturing you walking around with red lace panties underneath your innocent skirt and a matching bra beneath your adorable sweaters. Did you own other pairs like this, in all different kinds of colours? He hoped you did.
Maybe then if you did he could get away with keeping this pair, that magically wound up on his pillow. He knew that it wasn’t you, you could never do such a thing, Hyunjin knew that. You were too pure for such a thing - one of the idiots that he called friends must have thought it would be a funny prank. Probably wasn’t even your pair, just one they had bought to mess with him.
Was Hyunjin sick for hoping that the red lace underwear he was thumbing was actually yours? Hoping that the material had been between your thighs and around your hips?
It had been a week of the holiday - also known as a week of torture for Hyunjin and his demented mind. It was almost as if you had made a subconscious mission to make the time as hard as it could be for him; lingering touches, unnecessary giggles, batting eyelashes and a few too many moments where you would bend over right in front of him and show off your ass. He knew you weren’t doing it on purpose, that wasn’t the angelic you that he knew, but he still basked in all the extra attention you were giving him.
All it did was feed those evil thoughts that Hyunjin constantly had running through his mind. And now that he had the red lace underwear held in his hand, they grew even more detailed. Hyunjin closed his eyes, letting his back fall onto the bed and his hand move the underwear over his crotch - unfortunately, his swimsuit laying between the material and his slowly hardening cock.
He could see you lying down on his bed, the matching red lace set being the only thing you wore… besides the necklace he gave you. Hyunjin tuck his fingers down the hem of the underwear, pulling it down your beautiful legs so that he could finally kiss your pussy like he had been dreaming of. Your back would arch and he would tease your slit with his tongue, have you moaning his name and hands playing with his hair.
You had told him that his recent hair change - blonde to brunette, as well as shorter - had suited him well. That you really liked his new hairstyle, Hyunjin hoped that you had liked it more than you told him. Liked it enough to play with while he ate you out because of how good you had been.
Hyunjin could also see you writhing around on his bed, hands tugging on his shorter hair and thighs trying to close on him. But Hyunjin couldn’t have that, you were supposed to be his good girl, so then he would slide his hands up and push your thighs apart. His ringed fingers pressed against your inner thighs… perhaps he would bruise you a bit.
You would look so good with his marks; fingerprints bruised on your hips and hickeys on your neck. The image of it in his mind, walking around with your necklace and in that sundress of yours with marks littered over you, for everyone to see. Maybe he could ask you to mark him back, leave scratches down his back and your own bites on his chest.
If you did that Hyunjin doubted he would go a single second without bragging. He would want to show everyone, never let them forget, that you had chosen to bless him with your lips on his body.
Hyunjin put his hand, and the red lace panties, under his swimsuit and atop his erection. The material felt even better on his cock, an addictive friction that could only be rivalled by you. He jutted his hips into his fist and grunted, the lace moving against it and feeling so fucking good.
“Hyune!” You knocked on his closed bedroom door with a shout, how the fuck had you managed to catch him masturbating twice in one week? Hyunjin sat up immediately and pulled his hand from his swimsuit, shoving the underwear underneath him as he called for you to come in.
You wore one of Jisung’s shirts - the one you had stolen from him the first day at the beach house because you needed a coverup for your bikini. Hyunjin had barely been paying attention to what you were saying that day, how could he when you were walking around in such little material, but his own selfish jealousy had caused him to listen at that moment? Fuck, half of him was prepared to throw the shirt he was wearing at you if it meant you would wear it.
Hyunjin was sure you were wearing another one of those bikinis underneath the shirt. “We’re all about to head to the beach,” your eyes flickered around the room, stopping for a bit on his pillow, before looking at Hyunjin himself. There was no way you actually put them there, right? “Are you gonna come with us?”
“Yep,” his voice was tight, the red lace underwear seem to burn beneath him. If you knew what he was doing just moments before… there was no way you would be smiling at him so beautifully, so softly. “Coming now.”
Well, he probably would have been if you hadn’t interrupted.
“Hyunjin!” Your siren voice called for him, making him drop the conversation he was holding with Chan and Jeongin to turn toward you. You had just pulled off Jisung’s shirt, revealing the sultry red bikini you had chosen - only making him think of the underwear he had shoved under his pillow before leaving - and had a tube of sunscreen in your hand. “Could you get my back for me? Minho is refusing to do it.”
Minho himself sat beside you on one of the beach seat recliners, whispered to you with a smirk. You had looked away from Hyunjin, soft smile turning to a smirk as you looked at Minho, Hyunjin was sure you were saying something back - you never let Minho get away with his little remarks. “Go along, her highness is calling,” Jeongin snickered before abruptly stopping, Hyunjin was sure Chan had covered his mouth.
“What does that mean exactly?” He didn’t bother looking away from you, not when you turned back to him with wide eyes and a pout, the tube lightly resting on your bottom lip. Your bikini, your red bikini, was doing very little to hide your tits from the world, the thin material catching your pebbled nipples and practically taunting him with the sight.
There was no point in looking away from such a beautiful sight, especially when it was all directed toward him.
“Nothing,” Chan’s voice was tight, probably had a forced smile on his face even though Hyunjin wasn’t looking their way. “She’s waiting for you, Hyunjin.”
He really liked the sound of that - more than a friend ever should - and knowing that you actually were waiting for him, dressed down in a skimpy red bikini made it all the better.
When Hyunjin started to walk over to your chair, your eyes were bright yet resembled sirens and your lips had formed a lazy grin. You shifted to lie on your stomach, placing the tube of sunscreen down, and whispered something to Minho. Hyunjin hadn’t been entirely intrigued as to what you said, at least until Minho stood up and walked away. Meaning it would just be you and Hyunjin.
He should be able to handle that without completely freaking out, it was an innocent task you had asked him to do, Hyunjin needed to stop thinking with his dick. You untied the back of your bikini top, the straps falling down your back and taunting him with the side of your tits pressed against the plastic chair recliner. Would they look like that against his chest when he had you held to a wall… no, it was an innocent task! You needed to take the top off so that he could cover your back properly!
Hyunjin really was a sick pervert when it came to you. Not even the colour red was safe from his desires.
You looked over your shoulder, teeth grazing your bottom lip as you smiled and your eyes bright. “Thanks, Hyune,” your voice sultry, or perhaps that was just him being focused on the fact your back was bare right before him. But then you arched your back, hands strategically holding your tits so that they wouldn’t spill (much to Hyunjin’s disappointment) and your head fell back with closed eyes, lips parted slightly. It made him freeze beside you, halfway bent to grab the sunscreen, “I just… couldn’t reach.”
“No problem,” he gulped, fingers tightening around the tube of sunscreen. Hyunjin was prepared to do it standing up, but once you returned to laying on the recliner, your hands pulled him to sit beside you on the seat. Your bare legs touching him, ass perky right in front of his very eyes.
The red bikini bottoms were riding up on your ass, the beauty of your bare ass slowly being exposed to him. Was that how the red lace would look on you, too? Fuck, he should have come down to the beach later, after he had masturbated and fixed himself of his current underwear obsession - but you had asked him, and Hyunjin does anything you ask.
You giggled, “You know you have to open the bottle for it to work, right?” Hyunjin hadn’t even realised he had the bottle of sunscreen above the arch of your back, he was far too preoccupied with your ass. He laughed along with you, uncapping the tube and squeezing some of the sunscreen onto your bare back. Only, it made you moan after he did so, and Hyunjin felt like a dead man walking.
You were moaning with white droplets all over splattered over your back… Hyunjin really was a pervert. Obviously, you were moaning at the contrast of cold sunscreen on your back while the sun was burning down, he was just a sick-minded man when it came to you and he managed to twist every little thing into disturbing fantasies. Because all he could picture was having you before him, begging him to be painted in his cum.
Fuck, he really wanted to cum all over you.
Hyunjin was nervous to rub the sunscreen in, his hands were shaking just at the thought, but he had told you that he would do it - and he couldn’t disappoint you. So, he hesitantly put his hands on the blob of sunscreen, thankfully you had stopped moaning and he could regain his sanity, and spread it across your skin.
Though once he started to properly rub the substance into your skin, your moaning began once again, only louder and more physical. Your head was falling back, your body tensing and relaxing with each movement of his hand and your fingers were balled into fists. How had he not passed out? No, how had Hyunjin not passed away?
It was one thing to picture something, hope for something - it was another to hear it for yourself. Now Hyunjin was sure of just what he would be using to get off on when he got back to the beach house, the red lace underwear and your pretty moans.
No! Innocent task. This is an innocent task and Hyunjin was just a creep. Rubbing sunscreen into someone’s back is very similar to that of a back massage, of course, you were moaning due to the actions.
Hyunjin could barely breathe as he finished massaging the sunscreen into your back, and when you had turned your head and asked him so cutely to die up your bikini top… once again he couldn’t refuse. He picked up the red strings, tying the top as fast as he possibly could, and found himself rewarded with you cupping his cheek in your perfect hands. “Thank you again, Hyune,” and then you kissed his nose.
It wasn’t special.
You do it to everyone.
It was a way you liked showing affection to your friends, Hyunjin had lost count of the number of times you would do it to Seungmin. To all of your friends really.
And yet, Hyunjin still froze in the recliner chair, while you and the rest of your friends ran into the beach water. You had kissed his nose! You kissed his nose! Hyunjin wanted to scream his lungs out - he could happily pass away with your lips on the tip of his nose as his final memory. He also wanted to slip a hand under his swimsuit and tug on his cock, but your actions were far too cute to warrant such a reaction.
Hyunjin had never considered that he would be a good lifeguard. He was never the fastest swimmer, nor the strongest, and he was sure that carrying someone else, even in water, would hinder him greatly. He could recall swimming in jeans once, a dare from Seungmin when they were trying to avoid breaking the law (again), and that had been hard enough.
Though while Hyunjin watched you and Jisung, both in the beach waves, and he saw Jisung pick you up and throw you - Hyunjin didn’t even think of the trouble he had previously had and instead went running toward you both. To save you from your idiotic best friend.
Hyunjin ran through the water, surprisingly not falling over on his way there, and wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you above water - which was only slightly for his own selfishness and mostly to make sure you were okay. You had water droplets running down your face, Hyunjin followed one of them as it ran down your jaw, to your neck and down the valley of your breasts. “You trying to kill me or something?”
Jisung rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes going from you to Hyunjin constantly. He was unsure just what was going through Jisung’s mind, would he be alright with him holding you so close? Jisung had always been very protective over you, especially when it came to partners, it was part of why Hyunjin had avoided openly acting on his feelings for you. “As if your knight in shining armour would let me?”
“What are you talking ab…” You looked away from Jisung and to Hyunjin, eyes widening in slight shock - had you even noticed he was there? That he was the one holding your waist so closely? Before Hyunjin could selfishly cry at your lack of acknowledgement, you smiled sweetly at him and wrapped your arms around his neck for stability, because you wouldn’t hold him so closely for anything else, he knew that. “… you saved me?”
“I guess I did.”
“You two idiots do realise the water is knee-deep?”
You giggled and pushed your legs up to wrap around his waist, he had to remind himself it was for stability only. Your tits pressed against his chest and your crotch rested on his… fuck, it took all of Hyunjin’s limited self-control to not buck his hips forward, feel your cunt against his hardening cock. “My knight in shining armour,” your fingers twirled with some of the hair you could reach and Hyunjin wished he could moan.
Wished that Jisung still wasn’t beside you both and watching. Wished that you had the same feelings that he had for you. Wished that you would let him fuck you like he wants.
You rested your head down on his neck, still looking up at him with those beautiful bright eyes and a slight pout. Hyunjin could feel your crotch right against his, those sweet walls practically singing for him to push your bikini bottoms aside and make you both feel good. He knew you were just thankful, protecting you from Jisung and his idiocy, and yet all Hyunjin could do was focus on just how good you felt against him.
“I feel like I’m interrupting something…” Jisung trailed off and Hyunjin could hear the ocean water rippling, he was sure that Jisung was moving away - but he didn’t care to look when he could instead look into those big eyes of yours.
With a hum, you twirled more of Hyunjin’s hair around your finger and arched your back, perky tits moving even closer into Hyunjin’s eye line. “You are,” you answered, never looking away from Hyunjin, making his chest fill with pride and his cock grow even harder. When exactly had you put on the necklace? The chain was teasing him, laying between your tits and satisfying his sick possessiveness even more, “so fuck off, Jisungie.”
Hyunjin never heard you curse often - it wasn’t that you didn’t do it, but he somehow always managed to miss hearing it. Now, all he wanted to do was hear you curse again, though he specifically was hoping that it would be while he was shoving his hips against yours and your cunt clenched around his cock. Yes, that would be the best place to hear you curse.
Hear your dirty mouth match the dirty actions between you both.
Two more days of the trip. Two more days of Hyunjin getting to see you every day and being taunted by your actions. There had been so many instances of you teasing him, at first he had been convinced that you were just innocent to it all, but as it continued and grew more overt Hyunjin was beginning to doubt his thoughts.
Not only was there the glorious underwear which appeared on his pillow, the loud moaning of him rubbing sunscreen into your back or your ‘accidental’ grinding on his cock when he saved you from Jisung… but there were so many more, which never failed to leave him hard and desperate to pin you to the closest surface and fuck you dumb. You abandoned Jisung’s shirt as a cover-up and instead grabbed one of Hyunjin’s, pulling it on while your body was still wet and having it stick to all your curves while you looking at him cutely. You ‘accidentally’ tripping on air and landing with your face in his lap, hands on his thighs and kneeling - Hyunjin wished he had caught on with that obvious attempt.
But, no, it continued, both in public and when it was just the two of you alone. The time when all the seats went missing for movie night so Changbin decided the smartest choice would be to sit on Hyunjin’s lap. Then when you, Chan and Hyunjin had all gone shopping and you tried on another red bikini and asked specifically for Hyunjin’s opinion - before dragging him into a lingerie store because your underwear had gone missing. You even asked for his opinion, again, on what pairs would look best on you.
Hyunjin had found that his favourite teasing attempt from you, if he ignored how idiotic he had been by assuming you didn’t know what you were doing, was when you were both alone at the house. You’d gotten your drink all over yourself, Hyunjin was sure that too was on purpose, and quickly went to have a shower with the bathroom door half-open. He avoided going past the bathroom while you were in there, especially after he realised that you left the door open, but he had to so that he could put his phone on charge in his bedroom. Which was where he saw your silhouette in the fog-glass shower bent over to pick something up from the shower floor.
Your ass was pushed upward, and all Hyunjin could picture was him behind you, hands over that beautiful ass of yours and his cock between your legs.
He had run off after that, quickly fixing himself with that red lace underwear Hyunjin decided he would keep. You were still showering so he felt that he had the time, which he did, and Hyunjin hastily went to return to the lounge room when he was done. Only you had stepped out of the bathroom when he was passing, towel barely wrapped around your body, falling short of covering your ass and tits squished as you tried to pull it tighter. Water droplets were still falling down your face, eyes wide and lips plush as you looked at him.
You had apologised, looking away with a soft smile - Hyunjin felt that was now another trick to get him hard, which worked, unfortunately - as you tightened the towel around your body. Then you walked past him, deciding the best way would be to squeeze between him and the wall, and went to your bedroom, leaving him horny with his cock already beginning to harden again.
Once again, it was just the two of you at the beach house while the others went out for dinner. You had told them that you were feeling a bit sick and Jeongin said that one of you should stay at the house with you to keep you safe, Jisung was the one who offered up Hyunjin to do the task. That was the final situation which proved that everything you did was on purpose, there was no other way that Jisung would say someone else should look after you when you’re sick.
Hyunjin agreed, which was why he stayed at the house while you went to your bedroom to lie down as you said. A bad headache. But, he knew you weren’t sick - the loud moans coming from your room telling him otherwise. Yet he still went to make sure, completely confirm his suspicions.
Which was how he stood in front of your wide-open bedroom door, watching your whining body desperately finger fuck yourself while moaning his name nice and loudly. You were once again in that sundress Hyunjin loved, the skirt pushed up to your waist and the black lingerie he had helped you pick out that week bunched down on your ankles. Another call of his name and your back arched, pathetic moans slipping from your sweet lips as your fingers dipped further into your cunt.
Had it been any other day, Hyunjin probably would have just watched - wrapped his hand around his cock and catch up. Make himself cum just as you did. But not today, you had been playing around with him for nearly two weeks, and he wasn’t going to let that go. Especially not when he had the perfect opportunity to take you like he wants, like you want, without any of your friends interrupting.
You had to have known that too.
Hyunjin walked into your room, slamming the door closed behind him and making your fingers stop playing with your pussy. Your eyes opened, no longer all innocent and cute like Hyunjin had always thought, but lustful and dangerous - still just as addictive in Hyunjin’s mind. You made no attempts to cover up, instead, your legs opened more and Hyunjin was finally able to see your cunt, already nice and wet for him.
“So fucking desperate,” Hyunjin muttered the words but he knew you heard it after you whined pathetically. Your hands were gripping your inner thighs, fingers surely leaving marks as you clawed into your skin - Hyunjin had to remind himself to not be jealous that it was your hands and not his. One of your hands went to move to play with your cunt again, but he was fast to move to you and grab your wrist. “You think I’m gonna let you do that after the torture you’ve put me through? That all of you have put me through?”
You were wearing the necklace, the chain choking you slightly while the pendant laid haphazardly on the bedsheets below you. It made him smirk; his desperate girl wearing the necklace he gave you, wearing his favourite dress and wearing the lingerie he chose for you. All marks that you were his, all that was left was for him to bruise your thighs with his hand prints and decorate your neck in hickeys. Maybe even leave a slight mark on your neck from his hand wrapping around it.
You were so desperate, so dirty, that Hyunjin was sure you would enjoy that just as much as he would.
“Was it fun for you? Watching me get all hard because you needed some entertainment?” His hand tightened around yours, Hyunjin hoped you could feel the cold of his rings, but you didn’t respond. Verbally, at least. Instead, you desperately pulled the hand in his closer to your cunt, tugging his along with it, and it worked - his fingers hitting the wetness over your cunt and you whining. But, no matter how much Hyunjin wanted to slip his fingers inside of you, he instead took his hand away and tutted his tongue. “Not gonna respond? Too desperate to have me touch you that you’ll settle for my fingers when you could have my cock?”
You begged for him, but that wasn’t what Hyunjin wanted to hear - at least not at that moment. He wanted to hear you admit it, acknowledge that you had done all those torturous tasks to try and get him to react.
So, Hyunjin went into his jeans pocket and pulled out the red lace panties he knew you had put on his pillow all those days ago, glad that he had put them in there in the first place. “If you’re not gonna answer, I might just make it so that you can’t make any noise at all.” He flashed the underwear in front of you, your eyes widening in realisation… just like he was sure they would. “I’m sure you remember these - remember placing them on my pillow like a dirty whore desperate for my attention.”
Once again, you didn’t answer but instead whined and closed your thighs. Removing that glorious sight from Hyunjin, as if that would make him act nicer to you.
With his free hand, Hyunjin squeezed your cheeks and made your mouth fall open. Your eyes were still big, cloudy with lust, and watching his every move. Almost cute enough to make Hyunjin forget how bad you had been, for two weeks, but he could still remember just how much agony the torture had been to him. So it was rather easy for Hyunjin to shove the red lace underwear into your mouth for you to gag on, he hoped that you could taste him on it.
“Finally gonna listen to me? Stop acting like a desperate fucking whore?” Hyunjin slipped his hand around your throat, his rings shining against your skin. He watched you bite down on the red lace, a muted moan leaving your mouth as he squeezed his hands lightly. Experimentally. Fuck, he should have known you would like having him choke you - such a perfect little slut liking anything he did. Hyunjin always knew you were different when he first met you those years ago.
You nodded and Hyunjin gave you a slight reward by squeezing his fingers tighter, making your eyes roll back and your chest push upward toward him. Hyunjin could be very nice when he wanted to, and right now he just wanted you to listen. Then he could make you both feel so fucking good after two weeks of torture and his years of pining.
All too soon, Hyunjin removed his hand from your neck, though it left some glorious bruises along your neck. For everyone to see, for everyone to know that he was the one who did them. That you were his - he just needed you to mark him just the same, prove that he was yours. He moved his face down to your neck, biting it like he had always fantasised, hoping to leave even more marks, but then you moved your hands and touched him.
Though he had always wanted to have you touch him like you were, feel your hands cup his erection through his pants, you had not deserved it. So, with one last bite and suck on your neck (a hickey already beginning to bloom) Hyunjin grabbed your wandering hands and pinned them above your head, making your eyes widen. “You’re so fucking lucky we’re not back home - that I don’t have my rope,” you whined and Hyunjin lazily smirked at his realisation. “Do you want me to tie you up then? Want to be all bound and gagged for me?”
Another nod from you, paired with your hips bucking upward at him for attention - a definite yes. But he had nothing to tie your pesky hands with, unfortunately, and Hyunjin doubted he could trust you to listen to him. Though he still decided to give you the benefit of the doubt, while you were his pathetic whore you were also a very good girl more often than not.
“Since I don’t, you’re gonna have to listen to me baby, can you do that?” Hyunjin slowly let go of your wrists as you nodded, hands still left exactly where he had pinned them above you. Yes, you really were his good girl. “Then you are gonna keep your hands there for me, right?”
Hyunjin removed the black lace lingerie from around your ankles, tucking them into his pocket where the red lace had been, and he slid his hands between your thighs. Still, you kept your hands above you, like a good whore, even as he pushed your thighs apart and treated himself with the sight of your cunt glistening with your desire.
“Better keep these open for me, too.” He moved his hands inward, hooking his forefingers between your slit and opening your cunt like a surprise. One he had been waiting for such a long time, one he deserved. Hyunjin leaned his head in between your thighs, blowing on you and watching your cunt clench around nothing, basking in the beautiful yet muted moan that came from you. “How fucking adorable. So desperate that you’re clenching around air. Should I give you my fingers? Or what about my tongue?”
As if he would give you either.
Two weeks of hell that only he experienced - no, he was gonna abuse your cunt with his cock. Use you like a pathetic fuck toy, choke your neck while you clenched around him instead of nothing. You certainly were wet enough to take him already, and Hyunjin himself was desperate to feel your cunt around him.
But, you were listening now, all because he had told you too. And that glistening wetness between your thighs was practically calling for Hyunjin to eat up, and he was a rather weak man.
So, Hyunjin leant his head forward and kissed your cunt, practically grunting at the taste of you - a new addiction he never wanted to recover from. He pushed his tongue out, collecting more as he licked up and down, your walls clenching tightly around the muscle. Fuck, it felt so nice, he was sure it would feel even better on his cock.
Hyunjin moved his tongue up to your clit, circling it with his tongue softly, and he felt the shivers of pleasure it sent through your body. Another muffled moan left your mouth, at his actions, and Hyunjin was ready to bury his head even further and let you cum on his tongue for being so good for him.
But, then he felt your hands in his hair, tightening on the strands. Even though he had specifically told you to leave them where he had them - he should have known not to trust you to listen without the rope reassuring him.
He lifted his head from your cunt, tongue cleaning his lips of your desire, and hands completely removed from your body. You whined and wiggled around on the bed, he was sure if the red lace gag he had shoved in your mouth wasn’t there, you would be begging for him to return to where he was. “Are you fucking serious? I ask you to do two simple things, and you are too fucking pathetic to even do that?”
Hyunjin grabbed your jaw, dragging you toward his face and he looked into your beautiful eyes. Even now, after completely showing him that you were a horny brat, you still looked so cute. But he couldn’t let that stop his mission, so Hyunjin tightened his grip on your chin.
He removed the underwear from your mouth, your lips puffy and jaw still slack from holding the gag. You looked irresistible, and so he pulled your chin closer and finally put his lips against yours. Something he had been dreaming of doing, when not fantasising about the cunt between your legs. Hyunjin quickly realised that kissing you was heaven, that you were a fallen angel who still had the hidden key to get past the pearly gates. He would happily die there - but that could wait for another time.
So he pulled away, leaving you pouting, and he pulled his hand from your jaw. “Dress off. All fours. Now.”
You listened, pulling the dress off your body and positioning yourself on all fours, just like he had asked you to. Fuck, Hyunjin groaned at the sight of your bare ass in front of him, all perky and seemingly desperate to have his hands grab and mark them. Only his hands - only him.
Hyunjin kneaded your ass with his thumbs, your little whines and moans only spurring him forward. While he loved having you gagged, next time he would use a proper one, he also loved the noises you would make. All of them spurring him on and satisfying the pervert in him who had been fantasising about you for years. He pulled down his sweatpants and freed his throbbing cock, thumb sliding over his slit and making him shiver with a grunt.
“Ready?” He aligned his cock with your cunt, tip already getting coated in your desire and his precum beginning to stain your slit. One of his hands was still grabbing your ass, squeezing the flesh, while the other went to your hair, grabbing it tightly just as you had with his.
You moaned when he pulled on the makeshift ponytail softly, experimentally to see if you would enjoy it (he shouldn’t be surprised that you did - you were his little slut) and leant your head back for him to pull on it more. “Fuck, yes, give it to me Hyune.” Hyunjin’s hand tightened around your hair and pulled it harder, he had been right that day at the beach. Hearing you curse when begging was fucking glorious.
He slid his cock into your cunt, walls stretching to accommodate him and you moaned sweetly. Loudly. Lustfully. Fuck, it drove Hyunjin crazy, the urge to start fucking you just like he wanted growing stronger - but he knew to wait for you to adjust to him. You may have tortured him, may have forgotten to listen, but Hyunjin was good to you. And he wasn’t about to risk never getting to fuck you again.
And then, “Move - fuck - please move! Use me please, fucking use me!”
How could Hyunjin say no to that?
Hyunjin slammed his hips forward, tightly clawing your ass and pulling your hair. The past twelve days had practically acted as foreplay for you both, and now Hyunjin was finally making his wildest dreams come true. He was sure that your skin would bruise from both his hips and hands, the idea of it making his head hazy while he continued to use your cunt.
You clenched around him with a moan, making Hyunjin still. It felt so fucking good, too fucking good, and he had to keep some form of control - attempt to act like he wasn’t crying with joy and pleasure. With a hard pull on your hair, Hyunjin pulled you against him, back flush with his chest, and he moved his hand from your ass to go around your throat.
He leant his head forward and kissed the area beside your ear, “How much of a whore are you, baby?”
You gulped as Hyunjin squeezed his fingers around your throat tighter, his lips moving down your neck and biting more areas he had missed before. Still, your cunt was clenching around his cock, and hugging him so fucking well - Hyunjin just wanted to keep fucking into you until the both of you came. Permanently make you his. “Such a fucking whore.”
“And who for?”
“You. Hyunjin.” He let go of both your neck and your hair, shoving you back down to the bed so he could grab your hips. Hyunjin resumed moving his hips, fucking you hard and using you just like you had asked him to. Like he wanted to. “Fuck, yes, only you Hyunjin!”
Hyunjin had been right all those years ago when Jisung first introduced you to everyone - you were fucking perfect. No one could compare to how amazing you were, and he was going to remind you of that every chance he got.
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maybe it's the way he looks at you. the way his hair just always frames his face so perfectly. the way his smile goes up into his eyes. how your name sounds coming from his lips. it's so many reasons. there are so many reasons why you like you him.
when seungmin invited you over to his apartment after studying in the library. you weren't expecting to see him there. seungmin mentions him occasionally but you never expected this. when you walked inside his apartment and made yourself comfortable on the couch. he walks out and you could barely process what you see.
"hi, i'm hyunjin. you must be y/n."
he smiles at you and you practically melt right there. how could someone this good looking be going to your college and this is your first time seeing him? he's beautiful. your face is hot. butterflies are swarming all around in your stomach.
"h-hi."
seungmin watches the encounter already realizing what is happening. he has never seen you so flustered and awkward around someone.
ever since that day, seungmin teases you constantly. he will always try to get you flustered by bringing up hyunjin. whether its about him coming over soon or "look he's right there!"
and you're all like "WHERE?!" and of course seungmin lies which earns him a slap on the arm.
but ever since you met him he continues to fill up your mind. when you at first never seen him before, he is now everywhere you look. going to go get lunch, he's right there in line waving at you. walking past a classroom on your way to your next class, he's sitting there writing down notes. he's literally everywhere.
even right now as you sit in class. your professor drones on and on about microorganisms and your looking down into your notebook. your eyes beginning to droop even when you try to keep them open.
"psst. y/n!" you hear someone whisper. you look to the right and hyunjin is standing by the door. he waves happily at you, your heart begins to race. you wave back to him and he walks away.
"y/n, did you have a question?" your professor catches you out of your daze. the whole class turns to look at you. your hand is still raised and you quickly put it down.
"uh no, sorry." you reply sheepishly.
when class ends, you get a text from seungmin who wants to meet at your favorite cafe. coffee is definitely something you need, your body is feeling super sluggish. being up late last night to study wasn't really your best move. but you needed to study or you would end up failing. the hard truth of being in college.
you practically look like a zombie as you walk to the cafe. he is sitting by himself, his favorite chosen coffee already on the table. you walk over to him and set your book bag on the floor. you place your head on the table and let out a heavy sigh.
"what's your problem?" seungmin asks and takes a sip from his coffee. his sips make a loud slurping sound as it goes through the straw.
"sleepy."
"ah i see, up all night thinking about hyunjin." he chuckles.
"no! stop being weird."
"well here he comes, i would get up if i were you."
"stop lying! he's not coming."
"hey." your head shoots straight up, knocking some breath out of your lungs. hyunjin is standing at the head of the table, looking between the two of you. you find yourself adjusting your clothes making sure you look put together. in hopes he can't tell how tired you are.
"can i sit?" he gestures to the seat next to you and you nod happily. he slides into the sit next to you, only a few inches of space separates you. his face up close is just as beautiful.
"did you order?"
"huh?" you feel your face become hot when he stares at you. realizing you were stuck staring at his face.
"did you order?" he reasks and you shook your head.
"not yet. i was hoping this idiot would order for me." you stick your tongue out to seungmin and he shrugs.
"i can order for you. what would you like?"
"just a vanilla latte please." you smile and he stands up. you go to grab your wallet for him to use and he grabs your wrist.
"it's okay i got it."
you stare up at him, his soft fingers still circle your wrist. the feeling sends sparks up your arm. seungmin practically gags from the moment happening before him. he ends up clearing his throat which makes hyunjin drop your wrist back onto the table.
"i'll be back." he walks away towards the counter to make the order.
seungmin looks at you, "you're so into him."
you just glare at him. "if you tell him, i will kill you."
hyunjin soon comes back over with two drinks. he places yours infront of you. when you take a sip, you feel the foam on your upper lip. hyunjin laughs at you and hands you a napkin. you wipe your upper lip and look over to seungmin. he has that look in his eye like he's up something and you don't like it.
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of course just when you think everything is going great. you get hit with three essays from three different classes. each essay ranging from five to six pages respectively. just when you think you have a handle on a school workload everything comes crashing down.
school stress was like any other stress you experienced. feeling the need to always have the perfect grades. perfect attendance. just to be perfect. all of it is super overwhelming and right now you need seungmin. even though seungmin was always teasing and making fun of you he is still your closest friend. you didn't even think to call or text before you showed up. but it was too late anyways once you knocked on his door.
to your surprise you weren't met to see seungmin but hyunjin at the door. he looks at you and his heart almost breaks. trails of tears are rolling down your cheeks, your hands reaching up to wipe them away but they keep coming. your eyes are red which tells him that you have been crying for what could be hours.
"is seungmin here?" you say through a sob. hyunjin stands there not knowing whether to pull you into a hug or not.
"he isn't, do you need me to call him?" hyunjin asks softly, more sobs begin to rip through your body.
"n-no i- i-"
"hey shhh." hyunjin grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest. you sob into his chest, letting all the stress leave your body. your chest begins to ache from how hard you cry. hyunjin's hand rubs your back as you continue to cry in his arms.
"hey lets get inside." he reassures you and guides you inside. he shuts the door behind him and locks it.
you head over to the couch and plop down. you wipe all the wetness from your cheeks and feel it collect onto your fingertips. hyunjin goes into the nearby bathroom and brings back some kleenex.
you grab it from him and he sits on the couch beside you. tears still well up into your eyes but you hold them back. it feels stupid to be crying over something so stupid. why does college have to be so difficult.
"do you wanna talk about it?" hyunjin asks, his eyes softening as he stares into yours.
"it's nothing that important."
"it has to be if it made you cry like that."
hyunjin grabs your hand and holds it in his. your heart warms from the gesture.
"come on, you can tell me. i don't bite." he jokes and you chuckle a little. he rubs the back of your palm and it brings you more comfort.
"well, it really is just school. i feel super stressed out. all thee assignments are driving me insane. i don't get how professors expect so much from us."
"i understand."
"i just wish they would stop expecting so much. i wish i would stop worrying so much about it. of course i will get the papers done but knowing i have so many is too stressful."
"i can always help you if you want." you look up at him. "i would love to help you."
your cheeks warm from the nice gesture. "i appreciate that hyunjin, i really do."
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hyunjin had helped you a lot by keeping you occupied from stress. he would spend time with you in the library when seungmin couldn't. he would make sure you weren't procrastinating and even proof read your essays for you. everything he did to help you just made your crush even more stronger than ever.
you thanked him endlessly all the time and would always bring him snacks in the library. the library was now considered your designated hangout spot. a place where you both could comfortably spend time in silence, passing smiles here and there and hyunjin staring at you without you knowing. you would type away on your laptop, feeling the inspiration flow. your lips curling up into a pout and he found the sight to be adorable.
once you had finally finished up the three essays, it was now nearing the time for spring break! spring break can be both fun and exhausting. as most professors find it to be the PERFECT time to assign even more assignments. even though it is supposed to be a break for students. at this point, you need the break, everyone does.
so, seungmin had the bright idea to rent out an air bnb. it was a nice cabin not that far from the university. it had multiple bedrooms and bathrooms. seungmin ended up inviting a few more of his own friends which included hyunjin and you. to be fair, you are quite excited to spend a holiday with hyunjin. you both never got time to just hang out outside of a school setting. besides the time when you cried in his apartment.
when you arrive at the cabin, you are in awe of how beautiful it is. the whole cabin is made of wood giving it that bonfire type scent. a scent that is cozy and a sense of warmth. you set your bags down by the door and seungmin walks in.
"wow, this place is super nice." he sighs as he begins to open all the cabinets. each cabinet was filled with its own pots and pans. as well as some basic cooking supplies.
"who all is coming?" you ask, looking at all the mountain and bear artwork that covers the walls.
"uh, hyunjin, chan, lee know, jeongin, changbin, jisung and felix."
"damn that's a lot of people."
"yeah haha. theres only 4 rooms, and three of us share one." seungmin mutters and you feel your face warm.
"wait, does that mean i have to share with someone?" you question and seungmin avoids your gaze. "i am sharing with you right?"
"not exactly. i was thinking you could room with hyunjin."
"are you serious?" you shout and he jumps startled. the sounds of car doors closing outside signals someone is coming.
"i already told him and he's fine with it." seungmin shrugs ad you look at him shocked.
"he agreed?"
suddenly, the door whips open and all of the other boys enter. all of them having car pooled together in two separate cars.
"yo! who's ready to have a great spring break?" jisung shouts into the house and the other boys hoop and holler with him.
"nice to see you y/n!" jisung says giving you a small wave, you wave back with a big smile.
everyone else greets you. each of them saying hello and then moving on to find their rooms. hyunjin stands off to the side, his hands nestled in his pockets. he is wearing a plain white tee with jeans and a navy blue beanie. how can he look so adorable in the simplest of outfits.
the boys continue to chatter amongst themselves, deciding if they should order takeout for dinner. everyone ends up deciding on chinese food and it arrives at the cabin 30 minutes later.
chan brings up the idea to watch a horror movie so of course everyone else agrees. jeongin goes with changbin to make a few bowls of popcorn for everyone to share. you sit on the couch beside seungmin and hyunjin sits on your left.
once the movie begins, jisung is screaming and yelling at the most simplest jump scares ever. causing everyone else to break out into laughter. you're practically all smushed up on the small couch. lee know and felix had to sit on the floor due to the lack of space.
the movie is about halfway through when you feel something warm touch your hand. you look down and hyunjin's pinky is poking you. when you look up at him, his eyes are still on the tv. you open up your palm and he place his hand in yours. intertwining his slender fingers with yours. you face becomes warm from the warmth that exudes into your palm. that warmth soon nestles into your heart, feeling immense comfort from his touch.
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"hey, i heard we're rooming together." hyunjin says to you as he enters the bedroom. he places his bags on the chair in the corner, you are pulling out some clothes from your bag. getting ready to change into some pj's.
"yeah, i hope that's okay with you." the inevitable one bed trope is upon you. classic seungmin behavior for sure. you were going to kill him.
"it's fine with me." he reassures with the sweetest smile. to say you were nervous was an understatement. the idea of being in a bed under the covers with hyunjin had you scared shitless. how were you supposed to even sleep knowing he was laying next to you.
you head into the bathroom to put on your pjs. when you return, hyunjin has changed into some grey sweats. still wearing his plain white tee but his beanie is laid on the nightstand. you walk past him, not noticing his gaze. you pull the covers back and settle down into the covers. realizing you were more sleepy than you had realized once you feel the firm and soft mattress.
you feel his weight on the bed once he lays down. he turns off the lamp beside him and the room becomes dark. you lay on your back while he lays facing away from you. the room is silent. you thought sleep would take you away soon but it didn't. your mind was too busy running wild about how your crush is lying right next to you. when you turn to face him, he is already facing you. you both stare at each other, a few inches separated.
"i can't sleep." you reveal and he scoots closer to you. you feel yourself hold your breath as his hand reaches up to your cheek.
"did the movie scare you?" he asks, concerned that you're scared. his fingers caress your cheeks, you hope he can't feel how warm they are.
"no. i don't think so."
"then what is it?"
a pause. a deep sigh. silence.
"you."
"what about me?" he tease, his thumb still caresses the side of your face. his face soon comes closer to you.
"everything."
"everything about me?" he breathes out, his breath tickling your face. you nod shyly, now too embarrassed from his gaze. he licks his own lips and looks down at yours. his eyes flicker up to yours to ask for permission. your eyes invite him to kiss you.
his plump lips land on yours in a sweet kiss. and the butterflies return. they swarm and swarm your whole stomach. exploring every part of your body from his touch. he pulls away, letting his head rest on your forehead.
"do it again. please." you plead and he smirks.
he place his lips back on yours and this time it's desperate. his lips nibble down onto yours causing you to let out a soft whine. your hands run up to pull at his soft hair. he felt like pure love. the kind of love you never want to give up. he is intoxicating and you are addicted.
when he pulls away again, his eyes are half lidded. barely open as he stares at you.
"do you know how long i wanted to do that?"
"enlighten me." you chuckle and he smiles.
"since i saw you crying on my doorstep. i never wanted to see you hurt like that ever again. i want nothing more than to protect you."
you look into his eyes, every sign of sincerity in them.
"if you allow me, i can show you." his thumb runs over your lips and you practically die right there.
"please."
that was all he needed and he was on top of you.
"you're so beautiful." he leans down to reconnect his lips to yours. he runs his hands down his shirt and pulls it over his head. "i wanna show you how much i like you."
he pulls off your pajama pants and underwear in one go. he dips his head down, leaving kisses down your thighs. you squirm from how ticklish it feels. he put his hands on your hips to press them down into the mattress.
his tongue prods at your pussy lips and then lets his tongue lick up your slit. you let out a groan.
"don't be too loud baby. i don't want them to hear how pretty you sound."
his tongue comes back into contact with your pussy. he begins to lick and slurp up as messily as he can. letting you thrash above him while he holds you down. his tongue prods at your clit, his eyes look up to see your face screwed up in pleasure. you feel him smile and continue licking below. his tongue feels like heaven as it licks every part of your pussy. teasingly circling and entering your core is what sends you over the edge.
"hyunjin please."
"please what angel?"
"i need more."
hyunjin sits up, wiping his mouth where your wetness coated it. he scoots up closer to you and pulls off your top. you aren't wearing a bra and now you're fully exposed to him.
"so pretty." he smirks and you feel your face warm up.
"please please."
hyunjin pulls off his sweats and his boxers. his cock springing free in all its glory. your mouth waters from the sight.
"such a needy baby."
hyunjin grabs his wallet from the nightstand. pulling out a condom, he pumps himself a little. then slides the condom on himself.
he scoots back down, his cock now lines up to your entrance. he runs it over your slit before he slowly enters.
"shit." he mutters.
his eyes close a little from the feeling and he moves closer to you. your lips come into contact with his. both your moans are now muffled from the contact. his hips move slowly into you and you can feel his groans on your lips.
he pulls away from your lips and looks down into your eyes. his arms are by the sides of your head, his hips begin to go faster into you. you try to hide your moans so no one else can hear you.
"i knew you would look so pretty so like this." hyunjin smirks above you and you let out a soft moan.
"don't worry, you can moan more when we do this again."
again? god, he's going to make you go insane. the feeling of him inside you was intense. he felt so good going in and out of you. it didn't feel like he was fucking you. you are making love.
the quicker his hips went, the more moans left your lips. it was nearly impossible to hide them and it turned hyunjin on even more. knowing you couldn't hold back from how good you were feeling. all he wants is to make you feel good.
"good girl." hyunjin pants when he feels you begin to tigthen around him. your high soon approaching. "go ahead cum for me angel."
he place his lips on yours to hide the load moans falling from your lips. your high comes crashing down over you. his lips continue to move over yours and his hips still. he pulls out and moves away from you. you're panting below him, as pretty as ever.
"stay right there love."
hyunjin goes into the bathroom to throw away the condom. he pulls his shirt back over his head and hands you an extra one from his bag. he lays back down in bed and opens his arms for you.
once you put the shirt on, you nestle up into his chest. you hide your face away from him as he looks down at you.
"baby, look at me. don't hide."
you look up at him shyly, feeling flustered from what had just took place.
"you did so good for me." he coos into your ear before nibbling on it.
you break out into giggles from how ticklish it feels. "hyune stop it."
"hyune?" he questions looking down at you.
"oh s-sorry. is that not okay to call you that?"
"no its okay! i love it. i wanna be your hyune." he teases and you chuckle from how cute he's being.
"does this mean i am yours?"
"of course. you're mine now." hyunjin kisses your cheek and nuzzles your face with his nose. you feel content in knowing that you are his and that he is yours.
"you should thank seungmin." he mumbles into your skin.
author’s note; i don’t think there’s much to say or add here…. i find the fact that hyunjin sweats so much and so easily very VERY attractive. it’s in my top five sexy stray kids things. i want to lick him like a popsicle. enjoy this 3K whopper of a fic that has NOT been edited.. oops.
warnings; wet and messy, implied sweat kink, wap!reader, dirty talk, copious amounts of body fluids, established relationship, unprotected sex, implied idol!hyunjin, they’re disgustingly in love and obsessed with each other, creampie, breeding kink (sort of), hyunjin takes the more dominant role but there are no explicit or extensive dom/sun dynamics, not explicitly stated but hyunjin’s dick is very… pleasing, reader talks a lot, hyunjin talks a lot, he also goes from loverboy to menace VERY quickly… uhm… i think that’s all?
Messy, that’s the only adjective to describe it.
The two of you are messy, but to say it is any bit of a turn off would be to lie. You’re in love with the Hyunjin drips with the effort he puts in, beads of sweat constantly rolling down the planes of his pretty face and elegant neck. It’s attractive when he’s dancing, when he’s performing, but it’s outright sexy when you get to track each drop with your own fucked out eyes, staring intently as each of them fall from his chin and into the dips of your collarbones. Your reaction, whether you’re watching him or under him, is always the same: a flood of wetness between the thighs.
For all that you’re obsessed with the sheen that covers Hyunjin during any physical activity, he’s just as enamored with responding wetness of your own. The wetness that he finds between your legs is addictive — at its most arousing when he’s got you under him and it overflows with every push of his hips, bubbling around the base of his cock with every slide of him against your walls as he moves in and out of your dripping cunt. He drips for you and you gush for him, tit for tat in the worst way. It’s so bad these days that you see him sweaty and heated and your pussy clenches around nothing, walls spasming as they work overtime to create wetness that Hyunjin loves so much.
“Fuck,” you bite out, high pitched mewl leaving your throat when your fingers slip and slide against Hyunjin’s skin.
“Shh,” he whispers, plush lips barely meeting yours, “sorry, baby. It’s just so–,”
“I know,” you whisper back, bumping your nose against his even as you tilt your shoulders to get a peak at where the two of you are connected. You whine at the sight, literally tracking sweat as it rolls down his pelvis, feeling yourself ache at the ring of white your pussy leaves where your folds meet Hyunjin’s skin.
“God,” you sigh, hands lifting to brush your nails briefly over the expanse of Hyunjin’s abs, feeling the muscles jump while he lets out a stammering breath. “It’s s’wet, Jinnie. So messy.”
The statement is nothing but truth, a common and accurate descriptor for the picture you and your boyfriend create. Hyunjin can barely stifle his own whimpered response and you swear you can feel the length of his cock twitch inside you. You’re so damn wet and ten times warmer than the summer heat; your pretty cunt wraps around his dick so snugly — fitted to him like a glove — and it drives him insane with feelings of both lust and love.
The sound of his keening makes your brain short circuit. Hyunjin has the prettiest noises when he lets himself free; he’s the most vocal partner you've ever had. Your pussy tightens up around him, dragging yet another sound from his chest, this time a rumbling groan that has your gaze jumping back up to his. This time you don’t care that your fingers slip and lose their grip a few times in your pursuit to touch him. You can only mewl happily when you’ve gotten a good enough hold on him that you can pull him down by the back of his neck for a proper kiss.
The feel of his pillowy lips against your own makes you clench once more, clit throbbing with neglect as your boyfriend’s satisfied hum reverberates against your mouth. You expect the kiss to make Hyunjin speed up, to make him drive into you until you’re both shuddering with release, but it has the opposite effect. Instead of letting his hips work faster, his strokes lengthen and slow, yet still manage to maintain their intensity. It makes you shiver against the sheets, a loud, reedy moan punching its way past your lips, pupils blown wide and pussy fluttering. Hyunjin just fucks you open so, so good.
“Oh,” you drawl, head thumping back against the mattress. You’re staring at him like he’s hung the moon, greedy cunt eating every stroke of his cock right up. “So good, Jinnie. Your cock’s s’good.”
“Yeah?” he pants, full lips split in a smirk and your stomach flutters in anticipation of whatever filthy thing he’s going to say next. “My pretty girl likes getting fucked, doesn’t she? Little baby just loves having her pussy stuffed.”
“Mhm!” you squeal, eyes rolling around in your skull from the way he sinks his cock into your cunt so achingly slow, but with so much power, every snap of his hips carrying just the right amount of care and carnality.
“Love it, love it,” you babble, hands curling before splaying wide again, alternating between pulling at the sheets and pulling at his hair. “Love your dick, Jinnie. F-Feels so fucking good in my pussy.”
Alongside your desperate rambling, Hyunjin can hear the wet gush of your pussy every time he moves and it makes his teeth ache. You devastate him with your pretty moans, breathy voice, and that too-sweet cunt creaming all over his dick; he wants to eat you alive, wants to come inside that hungry, little cunt only to replace his cock with his tongue so he can get his face right up in your puffy, glistening folds and lick the cream — both his and yours — from your leaky slit.
The sudden fluttering of your cunt draws him back from his thoughts, leaving him to look at you, brown eyes narrowed into slits. You’re somewhere far off, lost in your pretty head and looking at him like you don’t know whether you should cry or come. He wants it to be the latter, of course, but he’s not opposed to seeing you shed tears. Hyunjin needs you to hug his cock and milk him with your orgasm, even if he’s gotta overwork your cunt to make it happen. He wants your climax to force his own and make him leave your cervix sticky and coated in white. He needs to fill your pussy so he can massage it back out of you afterwards.
“You—,” you choke, staring at him with wild eyes, “Hyunjin.”
He must have said something out loud for you to be looking at him like that. You’re surprised, but pleasantly so if your reaction is any indication. Regardless, Hyunjin can’t find it in him to be embarrassed. There’s not a lick of shame in his bones — there can’t be — not when your heels are digging into his ass like they are, sliding along his damp skin as you hug his hips to the space between your thighs. He definitely can’t be ashamed when your cunt’s now begging to be bred, twitching and locking up tight, gushing sloppily in the telltale way that it does when you’re just shy of coming.
“Mm, you like that?” He asks rhetorically, mouth spewing filth as his pace picks up again. There is no other goal existing in his brain outside of encouraging the flutter of your pussy and in turn, enticing the orgasm he feels bubbling within you to the surface.
“Does my baby like hearing that I want to taste her? That I wanna taste myself on her? That I plan to stuff my cum so deep in this greedy cunt that I’ll have to give her another orgasm just to be able to clean it out?”
“H-Hyunjin,” you whine, sounding absolutely wrecked.
“Yeah,” he grits, fucking into you with nothing but the raw desire to feel you come on you fueling him.
“Gonna work you right back open and coax it out with my fingers, baby. Let it drip right onto my tongue. Maybe I’ll even give you a little kiss afterwards, hm? Share the taste of us. Let you find out how your freshly fucked pussy tastes after I’ve bred it full.”
There are tears in your pretty eyes when you come, hips trembling and hands scrambling for purchase against Hyunjin’s slick skin. Your cunt absolutely floods him, drenching his cock and balls in your cum, insides massaging Hyunjin’s length while simultaneously trying to push him out. The orgasm steals the very breath from your lungs, leaving your breath ragged and your jaw slack. Your mouth is dry and your eyes are mostly unfocused, but it doesn’t stop those staccato noises from ringing out; Music to Hyunjin’s ears.
“Mhm, that’s it,” he hums, licking his lips and fucking you through it. His nose rubs against yours as tears drip down your cheeks, the mess between your legs making obscene noises as Hyunjin continues driving into you, overstimulating you in the process of chasing his own high. “Good girl, comin’ so hard for me.”
“J-Jinnie,” you hiccup, cinching your thighs tight around his waist. Your nails dig into Hyunjin’s shoulder blades to keep yourself grounded, nevermind the fact that it’s a futile attempt, and he hisses, dick kicking where it’s still sheathed within you.
“Wan’ you to come,” you slur, pussy still spasming wildly as you continue to babble mindlessly. Hyunjin’s eyes never leave your face, too addicted to the cockdrunk expression written all over it and far too invested in the desperate huff of your voice as you try to coax your boyfriend over the edge with you.
“N-Need it, Jinnie, need to be full. It’s— Don’tcha wanna come inside me? It’ll feel so good; I promise,” you tell him, swallowing harshly, “God, you’re so deep — mmm! — y’make me feel s’good. Please, please fill me up. My pussy’s so hungry, Jinnie.”
You swear you hear him growl when comes and you feel your insides warming with every rush of cum he spills inside you. You’re not bothered by it, knowing you’d purr like a cat yourself if you could, if there were any brain cells left over after being so thoroughly fucked. Your cunt is so sensitive, swollen and tender from the treatment you’ve received. Still it pulses and hugs him like a vice, milking him of every single drop of cum that he could possibly give you.
“F-Fuck,” Hyunjin groans, lowering himself gently and letting his weight rest on you. He’s drenched in sweat and various other fluids, but so are you and he finds that it makes the possessive side of him very, very happy.
He shifts, careful to pull himself out of you so that his cum doesn’t come rushing back out before either of you are ready to get clean. When he checks to make sure you’re okay, he finds you pouting. He chuckles, a smile on his lips, and nuzzles you in such a loving way that you’d second guess whether or not everything prior had really happened if you couldn’t literally feel the evidence settling within depths of your womb.
“Why’re you pouting?” Hyunjin asks, kissing the pout from your mouth.
“Wanted to stay full a little longer,” you blurt, still slightly out of it. Your boyfriend laughs, loud and melodic, and it makes you feel giddy.
“Haven’t had enough yet, baby?”
“Never enough, Jinnie,” you sigh, flexing your hips as soreness begins to settle in, “Always wanna be full of you.”
Hyunjin can only groan, amazed but not surprised to hear you be so eager for him. He’s literally obsessed with you — your intellect, your body, your heart, all of it, really. He can’t help it; years of loving someone will do that to you. Logically, he knows you love him just as much, can tell it in the way you track him with star-dusted irises whenever he’s just existing in any space. However, he can’t deny the burst of happiness he feels when you express your desperation. Hyunjin’s been called clingy before, too needy and overbearing, but knowing you feel the same — hearing you voice it — sends him soaring to new heights.
“I love you,” he says, mouth finding its way back to your own. You mumble the same against his mouth, welcoming the press of his questing tongue to the seam of your lips and parting them for him to explore.
Hyunjin kisses like the romance novels describe, especially when the two of you are alone with no obligations threatening your time together. It’s slow and heated, spit and sweat dripping between the two of you as your tongues swirl together, and you’re a little bit embarrassed to admit your pussy is throbbing again, clit buzzing and nipples hardening with every swipe of Hyunjin’s bubblegum tongue against the sensitive crevices of your mouth.
“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, feeling the press of your pebbling nipples against his chest as he adjusts himself, long, lanky limbs surrounding you yet again.
“Jinnie,” you sigh, hands cupping his jaw and thumbs brushing his cheeks. “You— You said—,” you pause, heat traveling up your neck and into your face from embarrassment at how wanton you sound.
“Mm?” he questions, pressing a kiss to your mouth and then your chin. He kisses your clavicle and the swells of your breasts, eventually licking over the stiff peaks of your nipples. You keen and he rumbles, kissing and sucking his way down your sternum and navel.
“I said a lot of things, baby.”
“You—Your fingers, Jinnie. Said you’d gimme your f-fingers.”
“Did I?” You watch as he cocks his head in feigned confusion, a teasing lilt to his voice. You nod, feeling whiny and petulant. “Hm, did I say anything else, pretty?”
“S-Said,” you stammer, tucking your chin to your shoulder, “Said you’d— please don’t make me repeat it.”
Hyunjin clucks his tongue, brown eyes shining with mirth as he looks up at you from his crouched position. A large hand smooths a path up your sternum until slender fingers are sliding under your chin, encouraging you to untuck your chin from the curve of your shoulder and neck. You let him tug you out of hiding of course, always such a good girl when it comes to him. The pads of his fingers run across your lips and you fight the need to open your mouth and suck his digits in.
“C’mon,” he coos, mouth nearing your cunt with every kiss, even as his long arm extends the length of your body to coax your lips to speak the words he wants to hear. “Tell me what I said.”
You squirm and whine, pussy twitching and you’re graced with the feeling of something trickling out of your entrance. You quickly glance down before releasing a sob, trying to clench your walls to keep Hyunjin’s cum inside where it belongs. He follows your gaze, irises growing hungrier when he puts two and two together. His cum is leaking from your slit and you’re trying to keep it in? You’ll be the death of him.
“Said you’d clean it out!” you exclaim, whiny as can be. “Y-You said you’d clean your cum from my cunt; that you’d eat it all up. That, that—!”
“What? That I’d what? Say it,” he demands, hand leaving face so he can slip a thumb between your folds, only reaching far enough below your waist to rub slow, teasing circles into your puffy clit.
“Said you’d eat it up,” you whine, covering your face with your hands. “You said you’d make me come again. That you’d clean out my cunt with with your fingers, and you’d eat it up, and that you’d share,” you gasp, arching into the press of his thumb, “Fuck, Jinnie, please!”
“Yeah. I did, didn’t I?” Your boyfriend grins, sliding those same elegant fingers away from your clit and down to where you’re dripping.
You think he’s going to make you beg at this point, but to be completely truthful, Hyunjin’s already past his breaking point. His dick hangs heavy and hard between his thighs again, having filled out during the time that’s stretched on since he’d filled you up. Not to mention, he still wants, aching to feel your combined release on his fingers, needing to taste it on his tongue.
With that thought he wastes no time slipping inside your cunt, two digits pressing in at once. You sob happily, cunt clamping down for the umpteenth time, ecstatic to be filled by your lover once more. Hyunjin’s fingers are so long too, curling into your g-spot and spreading into a vee experimentally as they work more of his cum and your slick out of you. You might black out if he keeps fucking your this good, find yourself teetering on the precipice of a second orgasm already.
“You gonna come for me?”
“Yeah,” you gasp, nodding frantically with your back arched up off the bed. “Gonna come, Jinnie.”
There’s an edge to his smile when he finally brings you to the edge and over, a sharpness to his features when he gets the front row seat to the flood of white that leaves your cunt. You’re given no time at all to recover when his mouth meets the swollen folds of your pussy, tongue swiping hungrily through the mess of your cunt. You’re a teary, twitching mess when he pulls back enough to catch your eye and you keen loudly while you watch his throat bob with a swallow, beads of pearlescent white and translucent slick covering his plush lips. You expect the way he leans over you, welcome his mouth against yours as you lick over his reddened lips. You suck at his tongue until he bats you away, the two of you lust drunk and panting.
“Delicious,” Hyunjin croons, petting at your skin. “Let’s do it again.”
Yeah, the two of you are messy, but that’s just how you like it.
includes: cheater! hyunjin x fem reader, kinda subby hyunjin, infidelity (duh), reader is chan's girlfriend, slight angst, unprotected sex, praise, lots of tearing up, hyunjin wants to mark u up so bad (i dont condone cheating AT ALL this is just a silly goofy smut drabble so dont take it srsly<;3)
wc: 1758
pt. 2 here;)
hyunjin should not be doing this. but god, you look so fucking beautiful on top of him, a sheen of sweat on your skin making it look like you're glowing in the moonlight. his grip on your hips is tight, fingers dipping harshly against your skin, leaving red marks in their wake. he knows what he's doing is wrong, what you're doing is wrong. but he just cant stop.
can't stop the way he starts to meet your every bounce, planting his feet on the bed to thrust up into you, hitting spots so deep in you, you can only take it and whimper. can't stop himself when he sits up, arm wrapping around your middle to press your naked body against his. can't stop the way his mouth latches onto your shoulder, licking and kissing the skin there.
"no marks," you remind, breath labored as you ride him faster, thighs aching from all the work.
hyunjin growls in annoyance at that. "wanna fucking mark you."
"you know you can't." you sigh, gently cupping his face to meet yours. he looks up at you with sad eyes, a pout on his pretty pink lips that you wanna kiss away. so you do, bringing his face closer to yours to plant the softest kiss you can, almost as if your lips were hovering over his as you breathe against him.
"he'll see." you whimper weakly, movements slowing when you see the way hyunjin's gaze starts to soften, deep brown eyes sparkling with tears that threaten to fall.
"but, wanna mark you so bad. wanna paint you with my lips, pretty." he pouts, pretty pink lips swollen and jutting out. your heart swoons at his words, followed by a swift drop to your stomach as the guilt eats at your chest.
"i cant give that to you, baby." you say as sweetly as you can, tone soft and gentle as your fingers curl into his hair, subtly grinding his cock even deeper into you, hoping it will distract him from the pain eating at his chest. he whimpers at the feeling of your wet walls hugging him so tightly, head hanging low as he lets you use him, however you want.
you can tell he's slipping away from you, eyes dazed when you gently tug his hair back to force him to look at you. "you with me, baby?" you coo, putting pressure on your knees to ride him properly, tip of his cock kissing your cervix just right with the angle.
"mhm, you're so pretty. such a pretty angel. wanna kiss." he mumbles, drool spilling out the corner of his mouth.
you giggle at him, wiping his spit away with your thumb. "okay. baby can get his kisses," you hum, arms wrapping around his neck as you tilt your head to the side, catching his lips in a soft kiss. he immediately opens up for you, tongue peeking out shyly to dip into your mouth, tasting you. his hands roam up and down your bare sides, thumb brushing against your underboob as he whimpers into your mouth, pressing your bare chest even tighter against his.
hyunjin never meant for this to happen. truly, he never meant to fuck you. regularly. it started out innocently enough, with hyunjin coming over on the nights chan was too busy with work.
"she always has really bad nightmares when she sleeps alone. check up on her for me, wont you?" chan had asked, bags under his eyes so much more prominent now that comeback season was coming up, voice strained and heart heavy at the thought of his girlfriend falling asleep by herself.
and hyunjin was always obedient, walking blocks in the middle of the night just to check up on you, only to find you fast asleep on his hyung's bed. he was gonna turn to leave, he swears, but then he heard you. moaning so sweetly in your sleep, hands searching mindlessly across the bedsheets for a warm body.
hyunjin's heart broke at the broken sob that leaves your mouth, not even thinking twice before slipping under the covers with you, pressing your soft body against his, caging you against him. and then he smelled you, god you always smelled so good.
"channie?" you whimpered against his chest, confused by the difference in this body, softer, leaner. he smelled different too, like a garden of roses.
"no, y/n. its me, hyune. chan told me to check up on you. were you having a bad dream?" he asked, wiping away the hair that stuck to your forehead.
you shuddered against his hold, fingers digging into his forearms and pressing him closer to you. "dont wanna talk about it. just hold me?"
and he did.
every night your boyfriend couldnt.
but when did the fucking start?
"you with me, baby?" you asked sweetly, fingers tangling gently against his hair when you notice his eyes slowly start to glaze over, a usual sign that he's slipping away.
"m'here." he drools against your chest, planting an open kiss just above your left breast. he freezes when you start to move away, his hard, leaking cock slipping out to fall against his lower stomach. he whines at the loss of contact, fingers wrapping around your arm to stop you.
"where you goin? running away from me," he pouts, and you giggle at him.
"just want you on top, hyune." you whisper, kissing his cheek.
he immediately complies, eagerly pushing you down by your shoulders and settling comfortably in the space between your thighs. he swears his heart stops when he has you under him, laying so prettily, so bare all for him to see. he lowers his head against your chest, nosing at your neck and you giggle.
"you jus smell so good," he sighs, arm wrapping around your middle to position you better under him. his hair tickles your chin when he starts to kiss down your chest, full lips pressing against your skin. you loved his long hair, loved the way it framed his face as he looks down at you, eyes twinkling as his fingers glide down to the heat between your thighs, nudging your legs farther apart with his elbow.
"you ready?" he asks, and you nod.
he holds the base of his cock, lightly tapping the tip against your clit, making you mewl.
"don't tease me." you frown, and hyunjin cant help but laugh.
"but you're so cute when you beg." he sighs, tip catching against your entrance. he slowly moves forward, forehead dropping against yours as he starts to sink deeper into you, your nails leaving marks against his back when you cling onto him.
"fuck, you feel so good, baby. my pretty girl." hyunjin hums, and you clench tighter around him with his words.
"you're prettier hyunjin. my pretty good boy." you hum, and hyunjin whines, letting his cock drag out of you before he slams in forcefully, making you gasp.
"makes me lose my fuckin mind when you talk to me like that, baby." he confesses, fingers digging into your waist to ground himself as he starts to really move.
"yea? you like it when i call you my good boy?" you ask, tucking his hair behind his ear as he whimpers, nodding down at you.
"love it so fucking much." he whines, hands finding the back of your thighs and pressing them against your chest so he hits deeper inside of you, making you arch your back.
"fuck, baby! you're so deep like that." you whine, and hyunjin nods down at you.
"m i making you feel good?" he asks, hopeful. needing the validation, the praise.
you nod up at him, arm resting on his nape to pull him down, kissing him on the lips. he moans when you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he kisses you back, so messy and full of spit, but neither of you really care.
"always make me feel so good." you pant against his ips, and hyunjin's eyes roll to the back of his head.
"jus like that, hyune. please." you beg, pressing him even closer to you, the coil in your lower stomach tightening with every roll of his hips against yours. he nods down at you, angling his hips just the way he knows you like, head of his cock hitting that gummy spot in you that has your eyes tearing up with pleasure.
"cum on my cock baby. make me yours." he hums, biting down on your shoulder when he starts to feel you tightening around him, body shaking as you cum with a cry of his name. and that's what makes him lose his fucking head, the way you smile all fucked out from under him.
"baby, i'm gonna cum. can i cum? please i need it so bad." he whines, and you nod dumbly back at him.
"cum for me, baby. need it."
hyunjin curses under his breath at that, quickly pulling out and wrapping his hand around the base of his dick, pumping himself over you.
"say it." he whines, knowing its the last thing he needs to really cum, other hand finding yours as he holds onto you, fingers intertwining.
and he always feels so fucking guilty, asking you to say it. but god does it make him cum harder than ever.
"i'm yours, hyunjin. all yours." you sigh, watching as hyunjin gasps, abs tightening as he cums on you, the sticky liquid falling on your clit and lower stomach. the sight is incredibly hot, has you clenching around nothing as he sobs your name, body caving in and eventually falling on top of yours.
he tries to catch his breath as he collapses on top of you, ignoring the sticky cum that lays in between your naked bodies. he starts to calm down when he feels your fingers rake through his hair, nails scratching gently against his scalp so good, almost enough to lull him to sleep. but he can't. not when there's a heavy feeling in his chest and it's so overwhelming, he feel like he can't breathe and oh no- he's gonna say something stupid but he cant help it-
"i think i love you." he whispers into the quiet room, and he wants to disappear, run away when he feels you stiffen under him. "i'm sorry." he whimpers, tears quickly starting to prickle just behind his eyelids.
you open your mouth to say something, he can feel your breath on his hair. "hyune, i-"
hyunjin x reader. seven minutes in heaven except you're heartbroken and hyunjin has a huge crush on you. angst and softness and slightly suggestive in the end.
cw: mention of drinking alcohol and cheating. reader has lipstick on.
part 2. say yes to me
Hyunjin's legs are aching from sitting crisscrossed for so long. The music reverberates loudly, bouncing off the walls in Changbin's house. You are all playing truth or dare, a gathering of twenty people or something. But he isn't keeping count of anyone around. His eyes are fixated on you.
You are downing your drink, nudging Chan's side so he'd pour you another shot. He understands why you feel the need to forget, to fog up your mind until the world around you blurs. Your ex Suho, the one you had just broken up with two weeks ago, is kissing someone else, right in front of you. Hyunjin doesn't care enough to see who it is, his heart clenching at the sight of the tears brimming in your eyes.
You are hurt, rightfully so. Hyunjin never understood why you've ever dated Suho. He never cherished you, never treated you the way you were deserving of. Because you were beautiful, so beautiful it rendered Hyunjin putty in your hands. Though that was merely the surface of everything captivating about you.
The bottle is spined again, and Hyunjin's breath catches when it lands on him... Then you.
"Seven minutes in heaven!" Changbin shouts and you roll your eyes, before standing up and heading first into the closet. Hyunjin follows closely behind.
He closes the door, plunging you both into pitch darkness. Your hands find his arms suddenly, gripping them tightly.
"You okay?" he asks, concern dripping from his tone.
"It's really dark," you whisper, and Hyunjin's brows furrow further.
"We should leave," he suggests, moving to open the door but you pull him back. "No, no. Let's stay."
"But you're scared."
"It's okay. You're here."
"Is this about Suho?" Hyunjin asks tentatively, after a few silent beats, and he can hear you suck in a deep breath. He knows he just hit a sensitive chord.
"Yes."
One.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he whispers, placing a reassuring hand on your back.
"Save it. I won't make out with you," you reply, sudden anger lacing your words. Hyunjin understands it's just your walls being put up so he wouldn't dare peek behind them.
"I know," he says softly, and your hold on his white shirt tightens. You're both so close, his chest is almost pressed to yours. Can you hear how wildly his heart is beating?
"Fuck, I'm sorry Hyune," the nickname slips from your mouth, sweet and familiar. He missed hearing it. Missed what you had before Suho came into the picture. "I'm just really really hurt," you admit, tears glistening in your eyes.
"Do you want me to fight him? You know I would," he tries to keep his tone soft even though raw anger simmers within him.
"You don't even know what he did," you chuckle weakly and he shakes his head. "He made you cry. That's enough for me."
Two.
You stay silent, but your forehead rests on his chest, as slight tremors shake your body. Your wound was still so fresh, and seeing Suho tonight only made matters worse. But Hyunjin's body is warm, and his arms tightening around you feel safe. You think you can face your ex again if he's by your side.
"Please don't cry," he says, hands reaching up to smooth down your hair, as his chin rests atop your head. He's so gentle with you, so sweet, more than Suho has ever been in your relationship.
"I'm sorry, this isn't what you signed up for," you apologize, but you can't find it in you to pull away. Instead, you wrap your arms around his waist, drawing him nearer to you.
"It's okay. This is nicer." You can't see him, but you can hear the smile in his voice. His smile is always so pretty, and his perfume is making you dizzy. You've drunk too much.
Three.
"How have you been?" you ask, fingers drumming gently along his back. Hyunjin doesn't know how he managed to speak normally to you up until now. Not when you've intoxicated him, when all he could feel in this cramped up space was you.
"Good," he finally manages to say. "And you?"
"I'm good. I missed you," you admit, and his heart seems to pause within his chest.
"You're drunk," he dryly chuckles but you shake your head against his chest. "I know what I'm saying. I'm sorry for taking my distance these past few months. The truth is... I didn't have enough energy to be a good friend, it was draining me to deal with Suho."
"Don't apologize. There is nothing to forgive."
"You promise me?"
"I promise."
Four.
You're full-on hugging now, arms tightly intertwined around one another, and hyunjin thinks this is his heaven- to bury his head in your hair, to smell the sweet scent of your shampoo.
"You smell nice," you mumble, cheek resting right across his chest. "Why is your heart beating so loud, Hyunjin?" you ask curiously, eyes closed.
Hyunjin thinks if he stays silent enough, then you'll forget you've ever asked. Because he can't bring himself to lie to you.
"You smell nice too," he settles on saying. "You look really pretty too."
"Thank you, Hyune." That damned nickname again. "I think... I think you're making my heart beat faster too," you mumble and Hyunjin shuts his eyes closed. You are killing him, stabbing him, and twisting the knife deeper inside his heart. And he's allowing it because it's you.
Five.
"Why do you think he cheated on me?" you ask, voice barely audible, and Hyunjin has to try his best not to storm out right now. He had guessed it was bad, but not this horrible.
"Don't. Don't ever think it was your fault. It wasn't. It could never be. It was his," he speaks the words firmly as if trying to drill them into your mind, erasing every wrong belief you held about yourself.
"Do you mean it?"
"I do," he leans away, cradling your face between his hands. He's so gentle. his voice and his touch and his existence. How could one be so gentle to you?
"You are everything someone would ever dream of. If I were him I would..." he cuts himself off, before saying something stupid; something that would tip the scale of your friendship.
"Finish it, finish what you were saying," you plead, voice shaky and he can't find it in himself to say no.
"If I were him, I would never let go of you. I'd do everything, anything to make myself worthy of you, of your love."
Six.
"Can I try something?" you ask tentatively, and Hyunjin feels as if the world stopped spinning around him. The outside world doesn't exist anymore, all he knows is you.
"Yes," he whispers, voice raspy, and you nod. Your shaky hands reach up to trace his face, cupping his cheeks gently. You're standing on your tippy toes, and Hyunjin can feel your breath fanning over his skin, feel goosebumps burst across his body. And then, the most tender kiss, placed on his cheek.
Your lips linger, pressing into his skin and marking it up for eternity. His hands find your sides, they're trembling, but they're warm and they feel nice to you.
You gulp, before kissing his cheek again. And then, you trail down, your lips finding the corner of his mouth. Hyunjin's knees buckle underneath him. It's too much, colorful dots cloud his vision and he hasn't even drunk anything.
Your hand curls around the nape of his hair, and then you brush your lips against his neck, slowly, deliberately, as if testing the ways in which you could drive him insane. You've succeeded, he wants to say. He's yours to do anything you want with.
Seven.
"Time's up!" Changbin's loud voice rings outside of the closet, and it snaps you both out of your haze. You stumble back, fingers brushing tentatively across your lips. It feels as if your entire body is on fire, even though your kisses were innocent, tentative. But you're feeling more than you've ever did with Suho.
"Hyunjin, I-" The door pulls open, sudden light flooding your vision. You can finally see the evidence of your kisses- crimson imprints on his cheek, trailing down his neck, giving way to a flushed chest. He's so pretty. And you've marked him up for everybody to see.
"We'll talk later, okay?" Hyunjin smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"Okay."
Seven minutes felt like seven lifetimes for Hyunjin. And he'd live them all with you, love you in each if you'd let him. He'd do anything so you'd let him.
Warnings: Kinda smut (not that much but it get spicy at end), fluff, fluff and more fluff stuff <3.
Hyunjin, the one who would kiss you gently while stroking your hair.
Hyunjin, the one who would sit you on his lap, wrap his arms around your waist and kiss your cheek lovingly.
Hyunjin, the one that would use pretty nicknames like "Pretty" "Princess" "Sweetheart" "Honey" "Darling" on you.
Hyunjin, the one who would tell you pretty things every year, every month, every week, every day, every minute, every second.
Hyunjin, the one who would hug you and kiss your cheek from behind while you're cooking.
Hyunjin, the one who would be so romantic and sensual with everything that has to do with you, treating you the gentlest he can.
Hyunjin, the one who would write you love poems, and love songs. And sing them for you in home while cuddling.
Hyunjin, the one who would ask for your favorite flowers and bring them to you every weekend beacuse you told him it would be better just the weekends than everyday.
Hyunjin, the one that would spoil you in every single way.
Hyunjin, the one who would eat you out with devotion and when you're on your edge he stops, just to make you squirt.
Hyunjin, the one who would ask you to shower together and when you're on it, he kisses you deeply and you guys end making out.
Hyunjin, the one who would make you ride his thigh just to see how sexy you look desperate for your pleasure.
Hyunjin, the one who likes making love on the couch, the kitchen, and the car, because he wants to make you feel good in more places than just the bedroom.
Hyunjin, the one who would fuck you in doggy style, gripping your hair and telling you how good it feels.
hyunjin x reader. friends to lovers with a pinch of unrequited love (it's very much requited dw). this is pure brainrot so suggestive at the end. but also fluffy and soft. also reader wears a two piece swimsuit.
a.n: again, sanest response i could have to this hyune. please enjoy my descent to madness :) also the last scene is heavily inspired by my favorite dialogue in the song of achilles!!
pt. 2- orange
The first time you went on a vacation with Hyunjin’s family, you were only seven years old.
You don't clearly remember the island his parents took you to, the details of the travel elusive to your memory's grasp. But you remember Hyunjin- his hair darkening under the touch of the saline sea, akin to a night sky devoid of its stars. You remember the dimple on his left cheek- the sheer pride in you each time you managed to bring it to light. And you remember thinking that Hyunjin was pretty, for the first time in your small existence.
It's a thought that scorched itself indelibly into your brain, and as the years cascaded by, the branches of your love grew, each leave bearing new adjectives to describe Hyunjin- caring, emotional, talented.
But never yours.
You're both older now, and you see him less since his house is no longer right next to yours, the rhythm of life distancing you both. Hyunjin comes in and out of your life as an ephemeral tide, gently brushing your shores. You cling to the sea shells his oceans sometimes throw at your feet- the rare times when your schedules align, when you can see him beyond the confines of your phone, in pixelated video calls late into the night.
And it seems as if you've caught a rare shell this time- one with an ivory pearl hidden within it. Because you're traveling once again with him.
You're all much different, the passage of time marked you in different, but palpable ways. But your presence with Hyunjin's family still felt just as effortless as it did when you were seven. You never had to second guess what you said or how you acted with them. You were just like running water, flowing naturally within the nooks and crannies of his family.
And at night, under the moon's watchful gaze, your hushed conversations with Hyunjin remained. Beneath a shared blanket knitted by his mom, the warm sand melded with your feet, his dimple appearing once again at every word you uttered. He was still as pretty, perhaps even more so with time's gentle sculpting, molding his features into much sharper ones. It seemed only fitting for a soul as beautiful as his.
"I want to take you somewhere tomorrow," he had whispered excitedly, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, momentarily leaving you breathless- tongue dissolving in your mouth like ivory seafoam.
"You want to kidnap me?" you playfully asked, nudging him.
"You don't want to come with me?" he pouted, his gaze locked into yours, pupils appearing much darker with the absence of the sun, like a boundless ocean. The water was right beside you and yet your only wish was to swim in his eyes.
"I want to," you admitted.
"Anywhere?" he asked, irises trembling slightly as he sought your response. You were both very different, chemicals binding his molecules, and your love for him binding yours. You stood faraway from one another- you in the water and he in the wind, stirring your waves, submerging you in the seas of your longing.
"Anywhere."
...
Faraway land punctures the ocean you're gazing at, crystal blue water filling the small pool Hyunjin took you to. You admit it's a breathtaking view, only your eyes can't depart from Hyunjin's figure.
He jumped into the pool first, while you went to retrieve your camera from your bag. And now you stand by the door, heart caught in your throat, as you watch him swim around. Hyunjin is graceful, in the way he moves his limbs, bending the water to his will. It doesn't look like he's swimming, rather dancing on liquid ground.
Kkami joyfully barks once he sees you, and Hyunjin finally lifts his eyes, locking them with yours. He is pretty, unattainable, a singular star outshining all the celestial light. Foolish of them to even think they could compare.
And he's still not yours.
"I’ll take a picture of you both," you smile softly, willing yourself to conceal the lump growing in your throat. Hyunjin nods, draping his hand over Kkami's body, softly scratching the spot behind his ear. You take the first pic, capturing the tenderness in Hyunjin’s eyes. This one's for you alone.
"Okay, look at the camera," you call out cheerfully, and they both turn to look at you in unison. Though your bodies did not touch, the intensity of Hyunjin's gaze seemed to sear into your skin, igniting a fire within you. Foolish of you to dream of more.
You set the camera aside, before sitting at the edge of the pool, dipping your toes into the cool water. Hyunjin swims towards you, positioning himself between your legs, his warm hand wrapping around your ankle. You want to flee, to go back to to the innocence of seven, to never recognize how pretty Hyunjin is, to avoid the heartbreak of dreaming of someone you'll never have.
"Come swim with me," he pouts, palm pressing against your damp skin. You shake your head, a teasing smile on your face, and he pulls you to him, hands holding your waist promptly to prevent you from sinking under.
You free yourself from his intoxicating hold, before diving into the water, a desperate attempt to get away from him. Because when Hyunjin held your waist, a tenderness so earnest in his eyes it made your heart skip a beat, you dared to imagine a future together. For a fleeting moment you became the ocean and he the sky, merging at the faraway horizon.
Hyunjin dives right after you, and then you both swim around one another, giddy smiles on your faces, your laughter echoing around the room. He tries to drown you, hands gliding across the surface of your skin, making goosebumps ripple in you. You attempt to do the same, but you soon regret it. His skin was smooth, taut muscles flexing under your touch; broad shoulders you wrapped your arms around, trying to push him down. Your hand accidentally brushed against his pulse, and you removed it as if it had burned you. There is life beating within him, wildly. But not for you. Never for you.
"Wait, hold on. Your straps are loosening," he notices, reaching for your arm and spinning you around, your back now facing him. "Can I?" he asks, voice dipping to a lower timber. You feel it in the depths of your stomach, depths only he can unravel.
"Yes," you whisper, as he undoes the loose knot of your swimsuit, the one behind your neck still holding up the fabric against your skin. You can feel his cold breath traveling across your bare back, crystalizing the droplets of water trailing on it. His fingers are a stark warmth as they brush against your spine, fingertips gently grazing your skin, like a delicate feather. You imagine your body is molten wax, and he's the seal stamp pressing onto you, molding you whichever way he'd like.
He's tentative as he grabs the undone straps, wrapping them in a knot. Or at least attempting to. You can tell that he's shaking, a shuddering breath escaping his lips. "Im sorry, I didn't tie it well," he giggles sheepishly, undoing the knot once again. You don't reply, unsure of what words will stumble out of your mouth. 'I don't mind you touching me' instead of 'it's okay'.
You turn around once he's done, but he doesn't move back, his body mere centimeters away from yours. You can see the rise and fall of his chest, the slight blush creeping up his neck, coloring him in the prettiest shade of crimson. The droplets cascading down his body, forging a tantalizing path you wish you could undergo. His dampened hair, a shade darker than his usual color. His lips slightly parted, rosy as they've always been. His adam's apple bobbing up and down furiously.
And you suddenly can no longer breathe.
Beneath the water, his hand encircles your wrist, a touch so faint you almost believe that you've imagined it. His fingers trail down, holding your palm and bringing it to his face. He closes his eyes, letting out a shaky exhale, one you inhale right back in. You're cradling his cheek, his hand right on top of yours, holding it in place.
"Hyunjin..." you start, but he shakes his head, eyes still shut.
"Please," he whispers, "just for a little." and the clouds slightly uncover, a singular sun ray piercing through them- one petal of hope unfurling at his words.
"Don't- don't do this," you plead back, tone tinged with panic. You couldn't have him, not even for a second, not even in a dream. That's the way things are. Two parallel lines, traveling down the same path, forever adjacent, but never merging as one.
Hyunjin plants a soft kiss on your wrist, lips barely brushing against your pulse. You've never truly known gentleness until this moment.
"If I told you that this trip with you is the happiest I’ve been in a while, would you believe me?" he whispers against your skin, head slightly tilted.
You shake your head no.
"If I ask you something would you be honest with me? I'm tired, yn," he says, his voice softening as it always did when he uttered your name. As if the syllables were always coated in honey, even in his sadness, in his anger, and now, in his pleading for you.
"I will," you respond with an equally quiet voice, and yet it resounds loudly around the room, amplified by the consequences looming around the corner.
"Do you want me?" he asks simply, expecting you to easily uncover a secret you've buried for years, to dust the weight of your fear in mere seconds.
You remain silent and Hyunjin deflates a bit, shoulders slumping forward, the dimple in his face vanishing completely.
"Because I'm drowning in my want for you."
A water droplet falls from the strands of his hair, landing softly on his mouth. You follow its descent, as he licks his lips nervously, his hold on your wrist faltering. The wind is gliding across the water- he's offering himself to you. Who are you to ever refuse?
Your lips crash on his before you even realize it, years of longing exploding before your eyes, spilling from your mouth to his in the most vibrant colors. His lips are soft as you've always imagined them, and they move against yours perfectly, as if molded from the same dough, created to meet again and again, in a fervor, and then in a tenderness that makes your heart ache.
You're kissing Hyunjin, and you aren't burning, disintegrating under the weight of longing for someone so unattainable. You aren't Icarus- you flew too close to the sun but it hadn't burned you, instead it embraced you, it's now wrapping its hands around your waist, pressing your chest to its warm one. It's a touch you welcome, one that liquefies in your veins like molten amber.
You wrap your legs around Hyunjin’s waist, as he walks backward until your back is against the pool railing. Your hands are tugging his damp strands, fingers threading through his locks the way sunshine weaves between the leaves. He tastes sweet, sweeter than anything you've ever had in your life. And you're greedy, you can't get enough of him, so you part for a second only to meet again, his hands digging into your sides. Chest to chest, skin to skin, heart to heart.
"Say it," Hyunjin whispers against your lips, "say that you want me back."
"I want you. So much, Hyune. You're the only one I’ve ever wanted," your words wash over him, erasing every doubt that was anchored in his heart. How could you not have seen it, all this time? In each photograph you took, his gaze, always on you. The fondness in his eyes and the dimples in his cheeks, only ever coming forth for you.
You lean away, head dipped down to kiss his shoulders. Your lips trail down his collarbones, moving to the mole on his arm. He smells like chlorine, and the sweet scent of your monoi oil. Hyunjin is pretty, Hyunjin is warm, Hyunjin is yours.
Your eyes meet his and you both let out giddy giggles, the flush of your cheeks matching his. His lips are slightly swollen, and he bites the lower one as he glances at Kkami, who was idly watching you both.
"Do you think we traumatized him?" you ask in a hushed whisper.
"I think he's glad this happened and he no longer has to hear my rants about you," Hyunjin smiles sheepishly and you laugh, the sound reverberating through Hyunjin’s heart.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your laugh?" he asks, thumb swiping across your cheek with a tenderness that leaves you dizzy in its trail.
"You have," you whisper, the sound of it getting caught in your throat.
"And this?" he gently grazes your cupid bow. "Have I told you how much I love your lips?"
"You haven't," you say, mouth parting slightly at his words.
"This then," he trails across your neck, skimming your pulse. "Did I tell you how I feel about your blush? How it always always starts up your neck? Always so pretty?"
"No," you are breathless now, shuddering under his touch.
"What about this?" his hands hold your waist, kneading the tender flesh. "Did I ever tell you? About this?" They go over your hips, gliding across the bare skin. "Surely I did."
You shake your head. Skin burning up where he had touched it. He smiles, tongue poking against his cheek, hands going to your back, tracing over your spine, undoing the knots of your swimsuit. "And this? Did I tell you how much I want you?"
You close your eyes, wind meeting water. "Tell me again."
pairing: bf!hyunjin x f!reader | wc: 3.8k | genre: smut | warnings: established relationship ; mommy kink with a twist | explicit sexual content. this work is for adult audiences; explicit warnings under the cut | Author compiles major/relevant warnings only. Reader discretion is advised. [ Rated: Mature ; Explicit ; Explicit+++ ]
“We can try if you want.”
nsfw warnings: mention of semi-public sex (past events) ; brief mention of breathplay (past events) ; description of a porn video that the characters watch together ; hyunjin wants to be called mommy (no incestuous undertones) ; mild lactation kink ; unprotected sex.
You loved being in bed with your boyfriend.
You and Hyunjin had been dating for well over a year now and had moved in together some time ago—while it took some getting used to, neither of you regretted that decision. Everything was great with Hyunjin. He was kind and sweet, you two communicated well, he basically looked like Aphrodite’s son, and he was so romantic that you sometimes found yourself wondering if he was even real. There was never a boring day with Hyunjin, and you two loved each other very much.
And the sex.
Hyunjin was a passionate lover. He loved love, he loved to make love to you. To him, it was much like art. He had learned you, your ways, he had learned to recognize your sighs, your moans, he had learned your favorite caresses and the words that made you cum hard. You loved sex with Hyunjin because he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Always. He looked at you like you could do no wrong, and a simple touch from you was enough to send him over the edge—and it was also true the other way around. Before him, you had never felt safe enough with someone to be on top, and to do it confidently. It was a wonderful feeling—pure abandon. It made everything better, more meaningful. You two trusted each other. A deep, genuine trust—something real enough to make your fantasies come true. When you had admitted to Hyunjin that you had always wondered what it was like to have sex in a public bathroom, he had listened very intently…
The next week, while on a date in a lovely restaurant downtown, he had sent you a text while in the bathroom: can you come help me? I’m stuck. Stuck? How could he be stuck?
In the end, he had locked the door behind you, only to kiss you, giggling and blushing hard. “What are you doing, Hyun?” But he had already unzipped your pants and was fondling your ass, nibbling at your neck.
“Isn’t it obvious, babe? I’m going to fuck you in this restaurant bathroom. Don’t be too loud, yeah? Unless you want everyone to know how well you take my cock…”
And he had done just that, bending you over the sink, driving into you and whispering sweet things to you, making you cum so hard your body went limp. You couldn’t tell what exactly was the hottest part of it—the fact that Hyunjin had fucked you so hard in that bathroom you could barely walk after, or the fact that you had to finish dinner fully fucked out with Hyunjin’s cum oozing from you, staining your panties.
Hyunjin was always a bit more shy about his own fantasies, as though he had never really thought about it before—and maybe he hadn’t. You certainly could relate to that. But once in a while, he would drop one on you, and it was always special. Both of you enjoyed watching porn together occasionally, which made opening up a lot easier for him.
You were in bed with him, naked, legs tangled together, your bodies warm, almost feverish. It was actually a difficult task to watch porn with Hyunjin because he was more interested in you than in whatever was happening on your phone. Not that you minded, though.
“What about this one? Wanna look at it?” you questioned, your breath hitching up as Hyunjin pressed his wet lips on your shoulder, his fingers trailing down your side to tickle your thighs.
“Hm-hm baby, whatever you want…” Hyunjin mumbled, his face buried in the crook of your neck, kissing you there, too. He caressed the soft, supple skin of your thighs, pulling you closer to him until he was able to rub his hard cock against you. “I like watching you more. Look at you…”
You chuckled, hiding behind your hand, endeared to no end, yet blushing violently. “Hyunjin…”
“No, I’m serious! Look!” Hyunjin tugged at your wrist, pulling your hand away from your eyes, making you watch as he caressed you all over. “Look at the way your nipples react to me…” With that, he bent down to kiss your breasts, playing with one while his mouth traveled over the other, leaving you covered in goosebumps.
He flicked your hardened nipples, his mouth only leaving your neck when he spoke to you. “I love your body. I love feeling you like this,” he went on, gently pushing your legs open to expose your pussy to him. You were wet, much to his delight. He reached for your soaked folds, playing with you with his fingertips. “I love your pussy…”
You turned your head to kiss your boyfriend, relishing in the sensation of his plush lips devouring yours while he gently fingered you, rubbing his pretty cock on your thigh, smearing precum on you. He was so needy that it made you lightheaded, and you hummed into his mouth when his touches became more insistent, teasing your hole, playing with your slick.
“You’re so wet baby.” Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, only to lick your juices off his fingers. And watching him do that was better than any porn in the world—the way he did not leave a single drop behind, even licking his lips clean, before swallowing your taste as though his life depended on it. “Please play more videos. I wanna watch you get even more wet.”
With a smile, you brought your phone up again, scrolling through videos. “What about this one?”
Hyunjin read the title, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile. “Watch me suck my best friend’s cock?”
“You choose then!” you complained with a laugh, scrolling slowly so that Hyunjin could read the titles and see the different thumbnails. “You’re so picky, I swear…”
“Ahh baby come on…” Hyunjin whined, but you could hear the smile in his voice despite not seeing his face, since his head was resting on your chest. What you could see, though, was that he had wrapped his long fingers around his cock.
You kissed the back of his head but paid very little attention to the screen, preferring to see the way Hyunjin played with himself, tugging at his cock, stroking it lazily. Hyunjin had a beautiful body. Every part of him was a true masterpiece, but you had a soft spot for his cock, and how pretty it was, especially like this—hard, straining, flushed. Ready for you.
“This one?” Hyunjin started hesitantly. “Wait—never mind…”
You stopped your mindless scrolling, suddenly startled by your boyfriend’s voice. “Wait, which one, baby?” You couldn’t deny that you were largely distracted by the warmth pooling between your legs and the prickles on your skin.
“I just..,” Hyunjin started, pulling away from you. Despite the relative darkness in the room, you noticed that his cheeks had darkened. Your heart melted at the sight of him so shy.
You put your phone down so that you could take Hyunjin’s handsome face in your hand and kiss him. He was hot to the touch, almost feverish. When he kissed you back, he moaned into your mouth, his leg quickly finding its way over yours. His cock became trapped in between him and you, and he used you again to relieve some of the tension by humping your leg with shallow, needy thrusts. He was so hard, it was amazing to feel him there.
“We don’t have to watch anything if you don’t want to,” you assured, keeping one hand cupping Hyunjin’s soft cheek and using the other to pick up your phone so that you could turn it off.
But then you saw what was on the screen. Mommy needs to fuck. The thumbnail didn’t show much—it was just a standard image. A woman on a bed in a disheveled black dress, revealing her heavy, round tits.
You were already warm on the face before, but your whole head was set on fire then. It felt as though an electric shock had gone through your entire body, and some of it was lingering between your legs, making you clench around nothing. Hyunjin was so shy that whenever he opened up about his desires, it made your brain stop functioning.
But this felt especially intimate.
“Baby? What’s going on?” Hyunjin must have sensed the escalation in your mood because he quickly followed your gaze to see the screen. “Oh.”
“Is that the video you wanted to watch?” you asked when you regained the ability to speak. “The mommy video?” You could swear Hyunjin just had the exact same visceral reaction as you—his whole body jerked when you said it. This cock twitched painfully on your leg.
He did not hesitate, his eyes burning with lust. “Yes. This one.” He made himself comfortable again, wrapping his long arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder, and keeping one hand free at all times so that he could touch you wherever he saw fit. “It’s pretty when you say it,” he added, his voice barely more than a breath as he squeezed your breast into his hand. “That word.”
“Which word? Mommy?”
Hyunjin inhaled sharply. “Yes.” He was the one to press play on the video.
You might have been biased because you knew that Hyunjin was into this, but that was one of the hottest things you two had ever watched. The video was simple, no intro, no nothing—standard amateur porn footage depicting a man and a woman having sex. No faces were shown, but the audio was lewd. There were no dialogues but someone had written made-up subtitles and added them to the video.
You listened to the squelching sounds from how wet she was and her deep, real moans. The young man whimpered and hissed as he drove his cock into her soaked pussy, making her round tits bounce with every thrust. It was hard to focus on the subtitles that appeared on the screen. Fuck, take me like that mommy. Take my cock. And the woman would arch her back for him. Fuck me harder, yes, like that, YES!!! You managed to keep your eyes off the screen only one time, and it was to look down at Hyunjin’s cock and watch as he twitched, releasing so much precum that you figured he must be in pain from how badly he strained.
The video was ending soon, you could tell by the way the man fucked her faster, slamming into her forcefully. Mommy, you need to cum for me now. Cum on my cock. He started playing with her clit to ascend her. It did not take long—soon, she was writhing on the mattress, crying out, her cunt throbbing around him, making him cum too. He was still inside when he came. I need to give mommy some babies. The man’s hips bucking as he rode out his high. The video ended just a few seconds after he pulled out, showing the woman’s pussy and how well-fucked it was, full of cum.
You let go of your phone when the screen faded to black, just letting it fall on the pile of your and Hyunjin’s clothes by the bed. It landed with a muffled thump in the quiet room. Hyunjin had not moved from his position on your chest, but you could hear his uneven, shallow breathing.
Could he feel how fast your heart was beating?
Could he smell you? How wet your pussy was?
You moved first, almost involuntarily, reaching for him, your hand caressing his waist, traveling to his navel, to his pretty cock. He gasped when you touched him, but you couldn’t quite grab at him, so you just played with his tip instead.
“Did you like it baby?” you managed, kissing Hyunjin’s shoulder, enjoying the feeling of his lukewarm precum coating your fingertips. “Seems like you did. So hard…”
Hyunjin rolled his hips faintly just to meet the motions of your hand a little more. He propped himself on an elbow, staring at you, but that sight alone was enough to bring you close to climaxing. He looked beautiful like that, with his cheeks flushed, his eyes glazed over, his pretty lips wet and parted open, hair all messy.
“Did you like it?” he whispered, his eyes lingering on your lips while his hand returned between your legs to play with you. You were oozing. He hissed when he felt you, smearing your juices all over your folds, teasing your entrance with his slender fingers, rubbing his thumb on your swollen clit.
You nodded, your words staying stuck in your throat as Hyunjin pushed one of his fingers inside you, massaging your walls, fucking you slowly with it.
He kissed you deeply, letting you fuck yourself on him while the two of you regained a little bit of your senses… but not for long.
You smiled against his lips, giving them a gentle nibble before pulling away. “It’s really hot, you know. We can try if you want.”
Hyunjin swallowed thickly, averting his gaze. You let him look away but kissed his cute nose to remind him of your love. “I do want it,” he admitted in a whisper. “But, like… you know. Could you be the one saying it?”
Your brows stitched together as you struggled, for an instant, to understand what Hyunjin was saying exactly. “Hyunjin, baby, you have to tell me. I just want to make you happy. I love you.” You kissed his nose again, feeling intense warmth emanating from his face. “You want me to say what?”
You felt a twitch in his cock. “Mommy,” he spurted out, his cheeks darkening even more. “While I fuck you.”
If you had felt an electric current earlier, now you were taken over by wildfires, your whole body set ablaze by a lust so deep it almost scared you. In a good way. You knew that Hyunjin was a little kinky—he always came so hard with your hands around his throat, or that one time at Chan’s place during a party where he dragged you upstairs and fucked you on his friend’s bed.
But your handsome man, so shy yet sensual and full of love, wanted this?
It almost made you cum right then and there. You clenched around his finger, and that was all that he needed to know how you felt about it. “Really?” he managed, his movement coming to a stop. “You don’t think it’s weird?”
Weird? Nothing was weird, not with Hyunjin. “It’s not weird. Please fuck me now, I can’t wait. Please. Mommy.” The word tasted good on your tongue, scorching yet sweet.
For just a second, everything was still in the room except for your and Hyunjin’s panting chest and the precum dripping from Hyunjin’s slit and landing onto the mattress.
And then he was on you, kissing you hard, parting your legs so that he could position himself between them. The kiss was hot, steamy. So wet that saliva was soon running down your mouth and chin. Lips devouring lips like there was no tomorrow.
Hyunjin guided his cock to your entrance, coating himself with your slick. “So wet,” he commented in a breath, pressing his forehead against yours. “Be good now, open those legs some more.” With his elbow, he nudged your knee a little, parting you open to give him easy access.
You kept him close, tugging at his hair while you kissed him but not for long—you let your hands travel all over his body, his face, his shoulders, his torso, feeling him underneath your touch. Hot and sweaty and feverish. Hyunjin had one hand on your waist, the other around his cock, which he was rubbing all over your clit now, making you writhe under him. “Please,” you begged, gasping every time the tip of his cock touched you. “Need you now—”
Hyunjin obliged and you almost passed out. He pushed his whole length inside you, filling you immediately, largely helped by the slick oozing from your pussy. You cried out, holding onto him while he gave a few shallow thrusts to stretch you. To make it easier for him to fuck your dripping cunt. “Aaahhh fuck…” he grunted, burying himself deep inside you. “That’s it, like that…”
“Please,” you said again, so full of cock that your eyes were already rolling at the back of your head. Hyunjin was big, taking up all the space inside you.
Hyunjin bit into his lower lip, his fingers sinking into your waist. He rolled his hips, fucking his cock into you, doing it a second time, harder, moaning with you. “My girl.” He punctuated his sentence with one powerful thrust, hitting your deepest point. “Mine. This pussy’s mine.”
“All yours, mommy.” And that was enough to drive him crazy. Hyunjin slammed into you relentlessly, rutting and panting and groaning with every thrust.
“You’re trying to make me cum,” he protested, slowing down a little, burying his face into your neck, sinking his teeth gently into your skin there, but soothing you with kisses soon after. “You want me to blow right now.”
You put his face over yours to kiss his lips, but not before admiring him. His lustful gaze, his flushed cheeks, his hair sticking to his forehead. “I can’t wait to have your load inside me,” you murmured against his lips, trailing your hands down until they reached his ass. You pushed him deeper inside you, fucking yourself onto his hard cock. “I need it. I need it now.”
Hyunjin kissed you, letting you roll him on his back until you were on top. His cock slipped out from your oozing hole, glistening under the faint light filtering through the curtain. The bed was as much of a mess as the both of you, with the sheets all over the place and most pillows fallen down the mattress, and yet there was so much beauty in that moment.
You straddled him, admiring the man underneath you, his chiseled body, the perfect angles of it. The broad shoulders, the inviting waist, the toned abdomen and equally toned arms. If you were to move a little, you would be able to see his strong thighs, but instead you stared at his cock, straining, begging to return where it belonged.
Hyunjin caressed your thighs, your breasts. “I love you,” he said, his voice sweet yet low.
“I love you,” you responded, taking his eager cock into your hand to guide him inside you, your warmth engulfing him whole. Your head fell back when you sank down onto him, taking all of him immediately, sitting on him like that. Where you belonged. “You’re so beautiful, Hyun.”
He blushed at that, giving your ass a gentle squeeze. You moved on him, gently at first, because he was very sensitive, and then a little faster, sliding all across his length in slow, languid rolls of your hips.
“So pretty,” you went on, leaning over him to leave kisses all over his face and shoulders, caressing his chest. His cock throbbed inside you when you insisted on his hardening nipples, and you watched with delight as his skin pricked under your touch.
“I’m c—close,” Hyunjin managed, choking on his words. “Fuck, stop clenching like that…”
But you couldn’t stop. He felt too good inside you, he was too pretty. You kissed his nipples, one after the other, flicking your tongue around them, covering them in spit. You attached your mouth to one while teasing the other with your fingers, sucking gently. This seemed to have a strong effect on Hyunjin whose entire body jerked before tensing up. He was close—you could feel him twitch into your cunt. You could hear it in the way he breathed.
“Just tasting your mommy milk,” you said, switching from one nipple to the other. “So sweet, Hyun,” you added, making out with the nipple, and maybe it was just because of the lust, but you could swear you did taste it. Your mouth was wet enough that it felt like it anyway, as you slurped all over your boyfriend’s chest, riding his cock. “Want to taste it, too?”
You returned to his lips to kiss him, reveling in the sensation of his tongue invading your mouth. “My sweet girl,” Hyunjin praised in between kisses. “But I need to cum, baby.”
You smiled against his lips, adjusting yourself onto him, stopping all movement. “Who needs to cum? Say it, Hyun. Tell me who needs to cum.”
He let out a groan, swallowing thickly. “Me—M—mommy.” He was blushing deeply, his eyelids fluttering.
You rolled your hips, clenching at the pressure of Hyunjin’s cock against your most sensitive areas. Hyunjin’s hands returned to your waist as he pushed himself inside you, meeting your thrusts with his own, fucking against you, chasing his high. “AH, FUCK—” This was almost too much.
“Does that feel good, baby?” Hyunjin panted, fucking you from below, making your tits bounce every time he drove his cock into your creamy hole. “You like that?”
“Yes, yes—ah, ah, ah, fuck—” you moaned, holding onto him, his thighs, his waist, so that you didn’t collapse. “Give me your cum, please, mommy. Need it inside me...”
That drove him insane. You saw his gaze become unfocused. He held you tighter, slamming you onto him, using you like he would use a fleshlight, fucking you frantically. “My good girl… all for you… like that, yes…”
Your skin was heating up all over as you felt your climax approaching dangerously. Every push of Hyunjin’s twitching cock inside you brought you closer to the edge, made you clench tighter around him. The pressure was so intense that you could barely breathe, becoming more limp with every second that passed. “M—mommy,” you managed, knowing Hyunjin was about to cum.
Hyunjin came painfully, arching into you with a loud cry, flooding you. The sight was so erotic that in itself it made you cum—this beautiful man under you, his pulsing cock filling you with his seed. You came with him, slumping on him, fluttering around his cock. “Drain mommy’s balls, give it to me,” Hyunjin instructed as waves of pleasure took over you, blurring your visions. You came hard, giving him aftershocks, coating your boyfriend’s pretty cock with your juices and the creampie he had just given you.
The relief was so strong that you collapsed onto Hyunjin, his spent cock slipping out of your stuffed hole.
He wrapped his arms around you. “Fuck. Baby.” He was out of breath. You lay on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. “I came so hard.”
You could barely keep your eyes open, but managed to chuckle at that. “I know. I’m full of cum right now.” You raised your face to kiss his jaw. “You made me cum hard too, baby.” You kissed him again, on the mouth. “Did I do good? Was it how you wanted?”
“It was even better,” Hyunjin admitted, still blushing, but glowing from his orgasm. “I promise you that mommy will want a round two some time later tonight.”
a/n: Long time no see! Well, hello everyone. I’m still alive and I’m still writing. This was, for lack of a better term, a writing exercise for me, challenging myself to write in a shorter format, etc. I'm aware that it's a very basic, lq fic. So I know it’s quite different from my usual stuff but I figured I could release it in case anybody wanted to check it out! It isn’t much, but I’m also working on other things ^^ Thank you, as always, for the love and kindness you guys give me. I’m very grateful to have the readers I have. You guys take care! 🤍
warnings: disgustingly cute sex, piv/ unprotected sex/ coming inside, explicit mentions of insecurities (though mentioned in the past and not relevant for the fics' present)
author's note: very self indulgent but i hope it resonates with some ppl, feedback is highly appreciated 🫶
Linen sheets around your body, the warmth they provided a saviour against the cold turmoiling outside. The sky had been gray twenty minutes prior, red and orange leaves having struggled to stay latched onto their trees, having lost the battle eventually to cover the asphalts in autumn colours. There was little rain drizzling from above still, though the sun had now found its way past the clouds drowning the neighbourhood golden. The faint scent of vanilla reminding you of the candle on your nightstand, the turning of pages and a sharpened pencil against them the only sound filling the room — it was peaceful.
"You're so pretty."
Hyunjin’s voice sounded barely as a whisper — anything but would have disturbed the atmosphere; quiet, warm, a sense of carelessness. And yet you jumped in your place, been far too engrossed in the book laying before you not to scare at his sudden voice cutting through the silence. You'd never feel pretty before Hyunjin. Before he's emerged in your life — you weren't sure still, how exactly, all too suddenly and without warning, as though he was a dream altogether — your appearance was something you'd obsessively worry over for the first half of your life, and tried to disregard entirely in the second one — despite blaming your loneliness on the very fact of lacking attractiveness you've come to simply live with the fact, had grown too tired to care, essentially.
You shifted in your shared bed, only a little to direct your focus from the book to Hyunjin, sitting by his desk — the surface as messy as his appearance. Pencils, papers and colors scattered all over, his hands proof of the artistry he's produced for the past hours; hair disheveled, shirt and shorts on his body ruffled up — he looked endearing, like lazy mornings personified, like coziness bundled up within a body.
He'd come into your life unexpectedly, and you wouldn't have believed anyone if they told you about it. About the sudden happiness the relationship with Hyunjin brought, the sudden feeling of securances, of home; of love. You wouldn't have believed someone to be ready to treat you the way Hyunjin did — any other person grew null to him if you only called, prioritizing you over passions and work. You wouldn't have believed to have found a love like this, a lover like him.
You wouldn't have believed to have found beauty within yourself, through him. And it had come naturally. You had never not believed him, never doubted his words — because they've always been spoken so matter-of-factly, so purely. Unexpectedly, too — much like now, while mundanenity lay over your features. Hyunjin carried a gift to search for beauty where other people would mind looking, and finding it effortlessly. More often than not you wished to be gifted with this vision, curious to see the world through his eyes — curious to see yourself the way he did.
Hyunjin chuckled at the way you blushed. You might be believing his every compliment, his every confession of love, though you long didn't grow used to it, or cold. Every tender word, every touch he planted onto your body as though you were fragile porcelain, most price treasure yet never stopped to send shivers down your spine. Wouldn't ever, you thought.
And you still never knew an answer. Flustered now, awkward as he kept looking at you, teasing simply, to test — Hyunjin had always taking amusement and certain pride in making you shy for him, because only he was able to. A shameful caugh left your throat, to fill the silence, to camouflage the speechlessness he'd brought upon you with as little as a compliment — you detangled from the linen sheets, letting the cold engulf you in order to make your way over to your lover, the man who was watching your every step with a knowing smirk as he inspected the blush covering not only your cheeks but the tips of your ears, your neck — it was a little as a mundane compliment, but it was far from meaningless to you, held as much importance as if Hyunjin had proposed right then there.
His hand found home on your bottom, the small of your back when you've stood next to him eventually. His eyes didn't lose your figure, glued onto you as if a look elsewhere would take you away.
"What are you drawing? Flowers?"
Hyunjin enjoyed painting nature; oceans, skies, flowers. Many grazed the walls of your very room, each a different meaning – he’d paint you baby’s breaths on your one-year anniversary, in everlasting love; he’d paint you pink camellias when he missed you, in longing; he’d paint you calla lilies if your insecurities got the best of you, in beauty. Though when you looked at his drawing it weren’t flowers; it was a sketch of you.
“Well, almost.”
Hyunjin's eyes turned to where you were looking, the drawing he's worked on for the past minutes, shy grin adorning his features at his cheesy comment. Your body was grazing the white paper, pencil strokes of your curves, you in the nude, another paper showing your face, a portrait, another one an abstract, more of only your eyes, only your mouth and nose, of your hands, some in colour, some in simple grey, small ones, bigger, doodles, proper paintings. You were scattered on his desk, your body was. Hyunjin's love lay open before you — maybe you didn't need access to his vision after all. His art was entirely enough.
Hyunjin waited for a reaction, squeezing at your hip when there was none, looking up at you, curious eyes beneath the silver strands of messy hair.
"I've been running out of ideas lately, and... it's always nice to draw you... most of these aren't finished and rough-"
"They're beautiful. I... can't believe you'd wanna draw me this often."
"You're the only thing I wanna draw. Ever."
Hyunjin's gaze lay upon you, deep, waiting for you to look at him. You did eventually, turning from away from his art and blushing momentarily at his piercing eyes on your own. A soft smile from both of you — not as much as an upturn of one corner of the lips, both for too flustered to muster up and actually smile, too aware of the tension laying heavily now on your shoulders — and no further words were needed. Would be void if spoken aloud; so you bent down to meet him to meet his lips, hopeful and wanting, inviting when they fell upon your own. Hyunjin sighed into the kiss, relieved, longing. His left hand joined his right on your body, holding you by your waist, caressing you at your hips, tight, secure touches, absent of hesitation. He granted you the same love capsulated in his notebooks with a touch, a grace, a squeeze against your flesh, your whole.
Never breaking the kiss, and you sighed when he pulled you closer to his body, into the space he presented between his half-bare legs. You understood — wouldn't have believed anyone upon hearing to be finding comfort on another’s' lap, without as much as a second thought, though it was so natural with Hyunjin. You let him guide you, large hand by the small of your back, another by your hip; and you straddled him, broke the kiss only to settle down, to get comfortable — and you wished you hadn't, for the side of your lover beneath your weight was almost too much to bear. Love behind his glassy eyes, adoration he only knew in connection to you, only ever felt if you were the matter. Gaze a longing one, jumping from your lips to your eyes and back down to your lips — but a puppy waiting for his treat, staring you down as if there was no other, nothing else existing beside you and your body, your face inches from his own.
You closed the distance again, unable to hold out on it — Hyunjin's lips reddened already, always so prone to sensitivity, to visible reaction to loving antics. His teeth clashed against your own, almost painful but not quite; you weren't careful, deemed to not have the time to — you needed him, and you needed him now.
"Baby... slow down."
It was Hyunjin to pull you back to reality, though not to clear-mindedness – you obeyed his words, not as much a command as a simple reminder; you loosened your grip on his hair, pulled away an inch, only enough to breathe, to sigh into his mouth that didn’t cease leaving open mouthed kisses against your own. Though your thoughts were but a fog, still, holding no clear picture beneath your lids except him, everything about him – pleasure-contorted face, though you merely sat on him, barely even moved atop his body; brows a furrowed line, creasing deeply in the middle, eyes soften and tender to paint contrast; cheeks coloured, in fluster and anticipation, dooming excitement; guiding hands on your figure, reminding of his presence, his attentiveness, his care – he didn’t loosen his grip on you a moment, held you close and tight as his lips moved leisurely against your own. He took his time with you – not too tease, not because he was well aware of your desperation, but because you deserved nothing else. Hyunjin knew you’d whine upon his patience, though it was the very proof of his devotion; his patience held love, his patience held the entirety of your world.
So, you continued slowly, though not any less unable of lucidity, because Hyunjin never allowed it. If his touch wasn’t driving you insane it was his voice, a whimper rolling off his tongue and onto yours, or a sigh leaving his throat for you to swallow. Your lover always receptive, never shy in volume. Or it was his gaze on you – Hyunjin pulled away, occasionally, leaving you empty to catch a look at you before pulling right back, nearer than he was before. He left you no time for coherence, fed you only enough care and affection so you wouldn’t hunger, yet not enough for eventual satisfaction, by any means. Driving you further to insanity, hands groping rougher at your body, easing with soft rubs right after, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to heal momentarily with a lick, a following kiss – Hyunjin pulled on your every weakness, and not accidently.
A chuckle left the man’s lips when your hips – hot and painfully ignored by any type of his attention, leave for his raging erection right against your core – dragged against his own, in any hope of relieving pressure, of searching for friction. Your lack of clothes wasn’t making it a hard task; you were merely in your underwear, the thin material of Hyunjin’s shorts and boxers barely layers to complain about, yet it was far too much separating him from you.
Hyunjin chuckled at your desperateness, though his proclamation of amusement turned into one of pleasure – you grinded with such force, such wanting vigour he didn’t expect, and his own futilely cool act crumbled in his palm, shattered to pieces for you never not had the greatest impact on him, his pleasure, his love. When it came down to it, he wasn’t any stronger than you, not even more patient – his heart was as much slave to you as yours was to him.
Any composure was long forgotten. You’d argue, even, that Hyunjin by now was needier than you’d been to begin with – he didn’t waste time getting rid of either of your lazy attire, a long, slender finger simply pushing your panties to the side before dipping into your wetness, experimentally at first, with new-found enthusiasm then upon your reaction – you hummed out, fingers fisting his lose-fitting shirt, body rolling into his, in search for more. A second finger after a minute or two, a third one moments later and you were grinding against him, needy, loud, head thrown back or hidden in the crook of his neck. Your hot breath against his skin egged Hyunjin on, his digits curling within you, lips turning into a hazy smirk when you whined out, when your teeth sunk into the part between his shoulder and his neck, in helplessness, not in embarrassment over your sounds – you would never deny Hyunjin your voice in pleasure. The stinging feeling on his skin made him twitch in his confines; you felt it, if only subtly, and your eyes found his from beneath, fogged with bliss.
“Want you…”
It needn’t much more – Hyunjin both understood and was ready to comply for he wasn’t much stronger in resisting than you; it wasn’t a minute until his erection lay exposed between your figures, red and leaking already – he could act as coy as he wanted to, though his body would always serve as living proof of your effects on him.
You lined up, still fully dressed, white panties pushed to the side; hovering above him was hard given current position, legs growing tired quickly though Hyunjin supported enough with his hands by your hips, guiding you above him until you felt his tip by your entrance, until you – finally, eventually – sunk down on him, taking him fully momentarily. You moaned out in unison, almost pathetic, definitely frantic – it needed only the feeling of his cock inside you, of your walls around him for the both of you to fall victim to utter senselessness. You had the comfort of each other, though, aware of the similarity in lust and longing, so less embarrassed by it.
Hyunjin had given you a moment to adjust, had used the minute to clear his mind himself; to little avail, though he’d like to believe he gained back a fraction of the composure he had lost along the way. Yet, and it drove him entirely insane, the view of you was powerful enough to make him lose every battle he was fighting with himself – he watched your seemingly struggling face, eyes shut, mouth agape, lost in the pleasure Hyunjin granted. He prided himself on your expression, on your thoughtlessness; and then you opened your eyes again, locking them directly with his own. You both blushed, you both sucked in a breath, at the sudden realization of intimacy, of closeness, or maybe at nothing in particular, at the view of the other, the sight of your lover; your hips started moving, mewls rolling off tongues, eyes closing again in granted relief. Hands on bodies, groping hopelessly, feverishly. Eyes fighting to stay open to watch, to inspect, to remember. Mouths longing for the other, tongues dancing waltzes, sounds of pleasure being swallowed to make each their own. Two lovers on a late noon, two lovers so very engrossed in each other anyone looking upon them would struggle not to believe in souls, the connection of such.
Every flutter of your sensitive walls, every roll of chasing hips, every clench Hyunjin reciprocated with sounds so endearing they got you light-headed, got your urge growing to grant him more, better, greater. None of you were in control, in particular, and yet both of you were fighting for it — though not in selfishness, but for gratification for the other. Despite your cramping legs, positioned uncomfortable on the chair beneath Hyunjin, despite your inability to even move much you did nevertheless, as best as you could, pulling on all of your lovers' buttons — you nibbled at his neck, breathed out against it, swore confessions against his damp skin; everything you knew would drive him needier, more insane. Though he was the same — he throbbed within you, guided your hips along his erection for you to feel entirely, to drag out the feeling of his every vein grazing your walls, of every of his rigid fitting your own like pieces of a puzzle. His hands, though sweaty and strained, held position at your hips, to stabilize, to ease off the pain in your legs. Your own were homeless, playing with Hyunjin's hair right by his nape or pulling at his scalp when he granted a mindless thrust against you, or exploring his body entirely, grasping fingers on his chest, against his torso, on the steadiness of broad shoulders.
You grew impatient. Had never been in the first place and lost some more of it yet, wanted to hold onto the feeling of Hyunjin prodding at your cervix yet urging release. Hyunjin was no different – he had let you move solely on your own before though now snapped his hips into yours, mouth agape or biting at his deep red lips, sucking in breaths and sighs of your name in anticipation. His grip on you would leave marks on your skin, that you were sure of – though you weren’t one to complain. The telltale signs of his high doomed on you; furrowed brows, twitching erection within you, frantic, passionate, messy, wet kisses against your mouth or your neck; the act of pulling you closer to him – and then the words, finally; “Fuck, baby, I’m– …I’m cumming. I’m gonna cum.”, before he did, spilling within you. He hadn’t waited on your release, only because he knew you’d reach it after his own – he had felt you being close, had noticed the fluttering of your walls around him, your calls of his name increasing in pitch and volume, had seen the expression on your face he’d never misread – and he knew his orgasm inside you would bring you to your own, would be the last push down the cliff.
Your muscles spasmed, your legs contracted and Hyunjin held you close, eased the pain off your legs with a tired grip on you. Despite it you didn’t dare get off, though – basking in your closeness, relishing the warmth of body on body, losing yourself in the giggled kisses Hyunjin now planted on your panting lips, the loving confessions spoken against the lobe of ear before it was nibbled on in adoration – affection never stopped after release with Hyunjin, after the reach of simultaneous orgasm; his love expanded the sheer physicality, mere lust.
Hours later you’d lay in bed again, naked then, bare bodies glued to one another, every painting, every drawing of you on Hyunjin’s desk long forgotten, if only temporarily, for the cleverest artist couldn’t possibly copy the beauty Hyunjin saw in you before his very eyes, every day anew; tirelessly.
"pay attention to me?" hyunjin asked for the 4th time. you hummed, disagreeing. you could feel his eyes on you. they were still at mcountdown. he had about an hour until the actual recording.
the others had gone to get something to eat while felix and han were rolling around on the floor. jisung had fallen asleep right next to your leg. you stared at the words in your textbook, or tried to. hyunjin was stuffing cereal into his mouth, his eyes following whatever you were reading.
"look at me" he pleaded but you spared him no glance. you hadn't even realised he was sulking. the door shut and you looked up after what seemed like hours.
hyunjin had walked out. you didn't think much of it. that was until he refused to talk to you for the rest of the day. you also had pride so you weren't one to beg for his attention.
"hyunjinnn" you called out, a big smile on your face. your heart dropping when he locked eyes with you for less that a second. going back to his conversation with a staff member. time had past you sat on the couch, watching them practice.
you slowly began to get sleepy even though the music was loud enough to keep you awake. you laid down, curling into a ball. drifting into dreamland.
when you woke up next, you shuffled around. something was different. what you were laying on was softer yet firmer. it all made sense when you heard hyunjin's voice above you. no, he wasn't talking to you. he was discussing something- their positions or where they were to walk around on stage to changbin. a few minutes passed and you heard the door close. was practice done?! no unfortunately.
you squinted, lights very bright for your comfort, admiring his face. how could he look this good for an angle made to look people bad?
you could feel his fingers very subtly running through your hair. and his other hand outstretched to pat your thigh. the moment he looked down at you, you shut your eyes, moving closer to him. your face against his stomach. trying your best to not make it look like you were actually awake, you slid your arm behind him, holding on to this lower waist.
all you could smell was him. heat radiated off of him and he smelt....musky. like he had just danced his butt off.
finally you opened your eyes. he took notice of it. his hands moving away to rest against the backrest of the black couch.
oh...so he was still mad at you. at this point, you couldn't help but feel guilty. you didn't mean to do that.
"baby...im sorry" you mumbled, looking up at him. he avoided your gaze. pretending? to look around the room.
"hyunnie sorry please.." you tugged his shirt a bit, holding his waist more firmly. yet he didn't respond. but hyunnie was his favourite nickname.
"you can slap me, i was stupid" you whined, pushing your face against his stomach with force. he jerked forward. you nipped at him. making no attempt to stop. his hands frantically held you back. or atleast he tried to. you wriggled around, throwing a playful tantrum. until you accidently touched the wrong place.
he shot you a glare.
"behave yourself"
of course you were going to apologize since everyone was still there but you wanted to do more. just to piss him off. if he was annoyed at you earlier, you wanted to tick him off even more in a much different way.
no one would even see what you were doing. unless they actually *looked*.
you bit the string of his sweatpants, pulling on it lightly. he shot you another look.
this time keeping his eyes on you. you mouthed at his covered crotch, poking your tongue out on where you knew his tip would be. he scoffed. an open mouth smile on his face.
"jinnie" you mumbled, hyunjin raised an eyebrow.
"not now. not...here"
"please?" how could he deny you when you asked so nicely.
"is this how you plan on apologizing?" he whispered, just for you to hear.
"I didn't mean to do that..im sorry" you apologized, tugging his pants down just enough to reveal his waistband.
hyunjin coughed.
he pulled his camera out, snapping a somewhat blurry picture.
"you're just too drunk on my dick" he commented in a hushed voice. you blushed.
what could you do? he had a good cock...an amazing one and he knew how to use it. you nuzzled against him.
"its like your asking me to take more pics of you" he laughed quietly.
you remembered the last time.
.
.
"look at the camera" hyunjin said, holding the polaroid camera up in a way he could capture everything. his words never reached you.
how did he expect you to hear him? when you were stuffed full of his cock. he pushed your hands away from your face, choosing to pry your mouth open. shoving two fingers so far back, you gagged silently. tears slipping out.
he pressed himself deeper, snapping a pic. you closed your eyes as it flashed.
"good girl" he praised you, placing the camera down on the bed.
"so so so good for me" your heart swelled at how much he complimented you. everything about you.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ surprises — hyunjin x female reader
hyunjin surprised you with a new haircut. so you decide to surprise him back with a new nightgown.
↻ 1.1k :: established relationship :: explicit smut. oral sex (f receiving). fingering. slight overstimulation. hair pulling. use of "baby" pet name.
↻ 18+ :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist
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You bury your fingers in your boyfriend’s hair, slightly tugging at the blonde strands.
A lewd moan escapes your mouth as Hyunjin buries his face in between your legs. His lips are so soft against your wet folds, his tongue expertly swirling around all your most sensitive areas. He knows you well by now - he knows exactly where to apply pressure with his tongue, where to brush his lips, where to place his fingers. Right now they are pushing your thighs apart, pinning you in place so you cannot escape his caresses. One of his fingers teases the hem of your nightgown, feeling the lace.
It was a surprise for him, the nightgown. You had the habit of sleeping in your underwear and an old t-shirt, often his. Then one day your boyfriend came home with a new haircut, surprising you. You had only ever known him with shoulder-length hair, and now his blonde locks were cut above his ears. You stared at him for a long time, shocked by the sight, and Hyunjin giggled nervously.
“You don’t like it?” he said, tugging at his cropped hair.
You put down the spoon you were holding and shook your head. “I love it, baby, just… You look so good all the time, how do you do that?”
Hyunjin laughed as you wrapped your arms around him, sliding your fingers in his hair to feel it. Minutes later he was fucking you on the kitchen table, and you couldn’t keep your hands away from his short hair, ruffling and tangling them.
Ever since you have been obsessed with his hair, constantly playing with it, and you wanted to surprise him back. So you went shopping and bought a fancy nightgown to wear. It was made of a white silk material, with lace around the edges, and it was very short. Earlier tonight, you had walked into the bedroom wearing only that, pulling down the clip holding your hair. Hyunjin, who had been reading under the covers, stared at you, his jaw dropped.
He had wasted no time laying you down on the bed to cover your body with wet kisses, and now he was drinking your cunt in between his plump lips. His tongue sweeps your folds, gathering your juices in his mouth.
“You taste so beautiful, my love. As beautiful as you are…”
You bite your lip, looking down at him. Propped against the pillows of your bed, you have a wonderful view of him eating you out. You adore nothing more than seeing his eyes open and close as he buries himself in you, his wet mouth making you whimper and shiver, his chin covered in you.
“Do you like your surprise?” you ask him, twirling a strand of his short hair in between your fingers.
He grins, spreading your legs further. “I love it, baby. You look so fucking gorgeous like this.”
One of his hands comes to squeeze one of your tits above the silk, and he pinches your hard nipple, making you moan.
“Hyun…” You sigh, arching your back, wanting more of him. He circles your clit with his tongue, and then goes to tease your entrance. You shudder, grasping the sheets.
“You’re so warm,” he breathes. “So hot and wet for me…”
His fingers lower on your stomach, feeling the silk, and you take them to lower them down towards your throbbing cunt. You want to feel them inside of you. But Hyunjin resists and hums against your wetness.
“No,” he breathes. “I want to make you cum with just my mouth first, baby. Can you do that for me?”
You sigh in slight frustration, but you nod. “Yes, Hyun.”
He smiles. “That’s my girl.”
He sucks in your clit in his mouth and you moan loudly, pulling his hair. You’ve always done that when you’re close to cumming, but it feels different with his short hair - you like it. So much it almost makes you cum just thinking about it.
Hyunjin continues to make out with your cunt, slurping your juices, keeping a steady rhythm when he feels your body tense. You hold your breath, your orgasm so close you can taste it, and then as Hyunjin pushes his lips together to kiss your folds, you unravel.
“That’s it, my love,” he hums as you cum.
His tongue continues to work you, pushing your orgasm further and further. You whimper, feeling sensitive, but never getting enough of him. Hyunjin chuckles as you push his head against your cunt.
“My baby is needy today…”
You nod, and Hyunjin obliges. At first you felt bad about all the time he spent eating you out, but he had once told you he could do it for hours, so you are learning not to be embarrassed to ask for it. You roll your hips, a second orgasm builds right away, and Hyunjin moans appreciatively.
“My beauty,” he whispers. “Her sweet cunt… Let me help you, yeah?”
His fingers stretch your entrance, digging deep inside of you. He curves them, presses against the deepest folds of your cunt, and you breathe out.
“Hyunjin, fuck!”
The combination of his mouth on your clit and his fingers inside of you makes you cry out, and you reach out for his other hand, sitting up.
“Hyun,” you ask. “ Kiss me, please.”
His lips meet yours, and he tastes like you, his mouth so wet. He keeps his fingers inside of you, fingering you as his tongue plays with yours, and you moan against his lips.
“I want to feel you,” you whisper. “All of you.”
Hyunjin nods, removing his fingers, and sliding down his boxers. His cock is erect and throbbing, and he strokes it as he lays you back down. He grinds his length against your wetness, making you both moan.
“I love you so much, baby,” he grunts. “I wish you could wear that nightgown every day, but then I’m afraid I’ll have to fuck you every time you wear it…”
You chuckle, tangling your fingers in his hair, loving the shorter strands, their softness against your skin. “That’s fine by me,” you tell him.
He smiles, leaning down to kiss your neck.
“For now, I wanna make you cum again,” he says, his fingers rubbing your clit, the tip of his cock barely inside of you. “Can you do that for me, baby? You can pull my hair all you want.”
You push your hips down, sinking Hyunjin’s cock deeper inside of you. He growls in your ear, and you hold him tight. “You and I need to surprise each other more often,” you say with a smile. “Now please fuck me.”
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (afab receiving), very soft, lots of tension
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: something sweet for valentines day!! it's a bit rushed, hope you enjoy it nontheless <33
You lay sprawled across the bed, a book in hand. You had no blanket on you, yet you felt warm, and a heavy weight was pressing you down; Hyunjin was snoring softly against the sensitive crook of your neck, working far better than any weighted blanket you could acquire. His arms, lanky and long, were snaked around you, tightly, holding you so close that you almost didn’t believe that he was sleeping, that he was only pretending so you wouldn’t shoo him off. Not that you ever would, in the first place; you enjoyed being crushed beneath his weight far too much to ever deny his affection and love.
One hand of yours was tangled in his hair, massaging his scalp — you figured it was the very thing which has put him into his semi-deep slumber in the first place, so you only stopped it when necessary, after finishing a page and turning to the next one. Hyunjin's soft grunts of protest never went unnoticed; you huffed in amusement every time your fingers untangled from his messy locks and he sighed out in tired disagreement, before sounding entirely content again the moment your hands found themselves deep in his locks again. It was endearing. You thought you could find eternal happiness right then, right there.
It must have been several minutes, and you were twenty-something pages further in your book when the man stirred, suddenly, without a reason — you were but a statue beneath his body, not moving even an inch to not disturb, to not wake. Yet he stirred, moved around atop your body; his face buried further into your neck, tickling you, his breath hot and intoxicating, burning on your skin. He hummed, arms tightening around you - if possible - and he looked up at you. He was awake, though he didn't look it. His hair was an adorable mess, falling over his eyes and standing to all directions, his eyes barely open and puffy, only a little, and his left cheek wore the imprint of your shirt he had laid on. Endearing. You thought you could find eternal beauty if you as much as looked at him. Even minutes after waking up.
You giggled, softly, your hand still in his hair, still massaging.
"Hi."
He huffed out amusement at that, closing his eyes to bask in your antics at his hair, leaning into your hand, fully at peace. He hummed again, in satisfaction now, in pleasure, and it sent a shock of electricity throughout every fibre of your body. He must have noticed, must have sensed you tensing up, and he smiled - not in malice, simply acknowledging. A shiver ran down your spine then.
"You're still reading, huh?"
Hyunjin's voice sounded quietly through the room, almost melodic, harmonizing with the birdsong outside. It didn't disturb the silence, only added to the atmosphere, leisure, lazy, loving. You nodded at his question, continued massaging the skin in his nape, hummed, then, affirmatively. There was a lot of humming in the room, sighs and huffs instead of words, for words seemed, almost, too heavy; and you understood each other without.
Hyunjin's face buried into your neck again - though not without a plan this time, not to merely rest. He kissed the skin there, softly, patient. Slow. As though dragging out his movements would make the moment last forever. He kissed, open-mouthed kisses, wet kisses, loud kisses, stingy kisses; he couldn't help but bite down on you every other moment, not a lot, enough only to show purest affection, most primal desire.
Your skin was sensitive. You were shivering in his hold, you were shivering at the feeling of the warmth his breath glazed over your neck. He was holding you close, his hands exploring the expanse of your back; though barely noticeable. He was barely even moving his hands, so slow you weren't sure he was at all, until you noticed them laying elsewhere, suddenly - close to your neck, then the small of your back, then wrapping around your shoulders from behind. Always pulling you closer. Always keeping you near, as much as physically possible. You moaned out quietly, softly, barely even audible, but it dizzied him, and Hyunjin bit down against the back of your ear with more fervour than before. You mewled, and you felt him smile against your skin.
When he spoke his next words, his voice was muffled, absorbed almost entirely by your body.
"Read for me. Out loud… please."
You chuckled, not less because the words against your skin sent tickles down the entirety of your body. Hyunjin, despite his wish, stayed buried in your neck; he was nibbling at the lobe of your ear now, kissing there a second after, listening to the way your breath hitched in your throat. He wasn't making a move to separate from you - you tried shoving him off, giggling softly in the process.
"You need to let me... actually read, then"
Your voice was quiet, amused, and followed momentarily by a sigh of pleasure. Hyunjin licked at the goosebumps on your neck, right where it connected to the shoulder; your favourite spot, the most sensitive one. He hummed out in disagreement, didn't as much as raise his head to answer you.
"Just read. While I...", he traced off, kissed your shoulder, touched your waist, squeezed your hips; he looked up at you with puppy eyes, and you nearly lost it all, "...do this..." More kisses to your body; seemingly, he wanted to cover every possible inch of you in traces of his love. If to mark you his, or to remind himself of having you, you weren't sure, but you loved it all the same.
So you read. With his lips on your body, distracting you embarrassingly from the words you tried to make sense of. They didn't quite, and after having read an entire page you lost sight of the plot, entirely. What you never lost sight of, never lost feeling about was Hyunjin's body on your own, his melting into yours. He was consistent, determined, almost. It was pathetic how often your voice trembled and shook when his lips met your body anew; you ought to be used to it already, now that his kisses had reached the expanse of your chest, your collarbones, now that he nibbled right below your shoulders - yet you weren't. You hissed every time his mouth swallowed you whole, every time his wet lips came in contact with an additional inch of your body. You would never get used to it, would never grow tired of him.
You read, and he kissed. Kissed your body away, not leaving a spot of yours undoted. And his hands were sinful. They were wandering, exploring your body while you tried not to lose hold of the book with your own trembling fingers. You tried to keep your composure, tried to be coy when Hyunjin's nimble, cold fingers, far too long for his own good, far too sensual, unclipped the first button of your sleepwear. You stopped reading when he opened the next one - though the man merely looked at you from below his lashes, eyes dark and blown out, urging you on to continue while another kiss met your body. You blinked, once, twice, five times, watching him cover your chest in kisses and love-bites, in spit and hushed confessions. You watched him open another button - at that point your chest lay entirely in the nude, your lack of underwear always delighting the man, and the little bit of stomach Hyunjin had exposed was covered momentarily in his mouth. You watched him, long forgotten the literature in your hands; and then he stopped. Suddenly stopped sucking on your skin, licking and biting on it, easing it with kisses instantly. He stopped moving his hands along your body, too - he looked up at you, expectantly, waiting. You watched him, and he only reciprocated your gaze.
"Read."
Not a command, yet his voice was but a whisper, and it sent thousand shivers to your core. They ran all across your body, the shivers, painting you in goose flesh before they collected right between your legs, right where the man’s body was laying, right where you needed him, right where he was miles away from, seemingly. He wouldn't give in too easily. You knew him - he would drag it out, he would wait on you to continue reading, which, stupidly, you were oh so unable to do, with him all around you, and he wouldn't give you what you craved for before he'd complete his travel on your body, before his lips had tasted every inch of you excessively.
So you continued reading. Shakily, your voice trembling, though you couldn't be embarrassed by it, not when seconds later you felt Hyunjin's lips on your skin again, seemingly satisfied. He had reached your stomach, left wet patches where his mouth met, left love-bites. Left smirks, too; you could feel his amusement on your body whenever your breath hitched in your throat, whenever you restarted a sentence because your voice had trailed off to sighs of frustration. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed that you enjoyed it.
It must have been ages until he had opened all buttons on the flimsy pyjama top you were wearing. You were squirming by then, impatient, intoxicated, needing. Hyunjin lay between your thighs, his face now levelled with your lower tummy, with your core. His arms were snaked around your thighs, holding you close - so close you thought he was scared that you'd slip away if he let go for only a second, but you didn't mind it. You felt his hot breath on your skin, his hotter mouth on the plush of your stomach, the cold breeze against your hardening nipples. Your senses overwhelmed, and Hyunjin wasn't making it easy on you, either; he continued kissing, continued licking, never stopped biting at your body, doting on all his favourite parts, caressing all your favourite spots. He knew you inside and out, he knew the sensitivity of your inner thighs, he knew you enjoyed feeling his breath fawn over it before he gave it a kiss - so he did just that, and he smiled to himself when you mewled out his name. You couldn't keep reading. It was impossible for you to.
"Hyun..."
Your voice was quiet, as though shy; it was needy, too, and if Hyunjin wasn't so focused on basking in your pleasure, he'd blow right then and there. He'd lose his mind over the way your thighs tensed with every kiss he planted there, how your body squirmed when he neared your core, only to pull away again and lick and kiss near your knees. He almost whimpered out in bashful satisfaction at the way you stopped reading, entirely, to call out his name, to let your hands search for his hair, to pull on it slightly when you found it moments later - he lost himself in everything you were, in everything he loved about you.
Though he could keep his composure, just enough. Seemingly mirically, because his body was reacting to your own like flames, igniting one another and impossible to put out. He was as hot as you felt, as intoxicated, just as needing.
"You gotta keep reading, babe."
Another kiss to your inner thighs, an open-mouthed one, a wet one. He was determined to drive you insane.
You whimpered, huffed out in what sounded like amusement. Hyunjin looked up at you, his mouth never breaking contact with your skin. He watched your closed eyes, the way you relished in the feeling of him, the way you were asking for more, silently, wordlessly. The way your body was pleading, the way he could read it without you saying as much as a word about it. He continued kissing, waiting for an answer. He moved slow, giving attention to every inch of your body before he even thought of moving on.
"Feels so good, though."
He trembled at your words. He shivered at the shake of your voice, at the sigh that followed it. He wanted you, he needed you, always. He would never grow sick of it. He would never grow sick of you. You lay there before him, and you wanted him. You lay there so vulnerable for him, and only him. You lay there, and were so honest about your pleasure, pleasure only he could give you; Hyunjin would never grow tired of the way you loved him.
Though, mirically, he continued keeping his composure. Witchcraft, surely, because you were irresistible, having pulled him in entirely, long ago.
"I know... wanna hear you read to me, though."
Your sigh of frustration was music to his ears. The scent of your clothed core, your scent, the feeling of the plush of your thighs, your bare chest, your tortured expression, your fingers in the depth of his hair - it was his death sentence.
"C'mon."
So you continued reading. Because you knew him enough to know he was patient - though, barely, just enough - to not give into you too fast, only to relish in you more. You continued reading, and every further word of yours made him move closer to your core. Shaky words, trembling words, though you made it through one sentence, then through another. And Hyunjin's mouth was closer, and closer, and closer to where you needed him so very urgently.
It must have been ten sentences when his fingers fanned over your waist, the part where your underwear cut into your flesh. He toyed with the elastic band, let it wrap around his fingers, only teased to take it off though never did. Not for another minute, not for another two. He stopped entirely when you stopped reading; only when you picked it up again he continued his ministrations. After a moment or two, Hyunjin pulled down your underwear, though only enough to expose a bit of your pubic bone. You hissed, voice fading almost into nothingness, though you kept reading until a kiss of his met your skin. You hissed again, then, and you were ready to kill him for the past thirty minutes of teasing, and doting, and malice, and loving. You needed him, and you weren’t sure how much longer your patience could hold out.
Hyunjin kissed your thighs. He didn’t leave your core forgotten, though – his mouth sucked onto the plushest part of your inner leg, right below your sex, and his fingers tangled into the waistband of your white, lacen panties, his favourite pair, to take them off you, slowly. If you hadn’t been quick enough, or attentive enough, or far too hyperaware of every of his movement, you wouldn’t have as much as noticed how you, excruciating moments later, lay before him in the nude, almost entirely – only your pyjama top adorning you, though it was barely enough to leave anything to the imagination. And Hyunjin yet took his time, yet didn’t give into you – you weren’t sure how he did it. You were exposed, you were vulnerable; though he acted like you weren’t, for a while longer. His lips painted most frustrating picture on your thighs, travelling to the hollow of your knees – slowly, relishing in your squirming, basking in the way your skin felt against his, as you relished in the way his hands accompanied his lips’ journey along your heated body. You were hot, very much so; Hyunjin ignited you with every touch, with every kiss, with every lick of his sinful tongue – he ignited you, even, with a gaze, eyes so lewd and speaking you didn’t know what was harder; looking straight into them or keeping track of your reading.
And it was when you lost your patience altogether, entirely, finally, that he did, too. It was a mewl, barely a whisper, even; you were surprised Hyunjin heard the weak call of his name in the first place, the plead in your voice, the longing. And it wasn’t a second after that his lips, the ones that had been tracing your body for seeming hours, for and eternity, that had covered you in spit and love and longing and passion, finally connected with your wetness. You were dripping, practically, his tireless teasing having egged you on far more than you were brave to admit. You felt Hyunjin kiss against your clit, lick it right after only to elicit a moan from you – it was embarrassing, how fast you were reacting to him and his body, how very little your composure held; but then again, you were hypersensitive. Had been, ever since he’d opened that first button, ever since a first kiss had fluttered over your body in a manner so loving it pulled at your heart.
Hyunjin’s hands were wrapped around you again, your own – book long forgotten and discarded somewhere next to you – tangled tightly in his hair. With every pull he moaned, groaned deeply into your pussy, and with every of his sound your body jolted, and vibrations set off in the entirety of your body. And he noticed, too, for he never made attempts to quiet down.
The sounds of your pleasure echoed through the room in harmony. The melodies of your names created a symphony, topped off with the lewd noise of his lips against your sex. He was making out with it, was sucking on your clit, kissing it, licking it, sucking it again. He was breathing you in, he was inhaling you entirely; as though wanting to make you his, wanting to annihilate your body with his own, to make one out of two, to melt together for eternity, as though a candle standing too close to the other. And you lost yourself at his passion. You were squirming, screaming, almost, his name, pleads, his name again. You weren’t sure you knew any other words that moment, your own name, even; he was everything you thought of, his tongue now lying flat against your slit and licking in thick stripes the only thing your mind was occupied with. All attempts of keeping your composure were long forgotten; you couldn’t possibly if he made you feel this way, when shocks of fire and electricity shot through your body with every squeeze his hands granted your thighs, and you didn’t want to, in the first place. You didn’t want to keep your composure. You didn’t want to try and not lose yourself in him; because you knew him enough to know he wanted you entirely, in honesty. And you knew him enough to know he lost himself within you all the same.
It wasn’t until two of his fingers teased your entrance, while his tongue flicked across your clit that your body started trembling. As though it was lain in ice suddenly, shaking against your lover who wasn’t giving you a chance to catch your breath. He inserted two digits into your warmth, smiled against your clit at the way you clenched around him momentarily. A soul-ripping whine left your throat then, and your fingers dug into the man’s scalp – it was bound to hurt, though he liked it. He would never not.
And Hyunjin yet moved slow. He didn’t move his fingers, even, for several moments after filling you with them; he kept them still, felt you wiggling around in search of friction. Only after you cried out his name, in obvious frustration, which, anew, made him smile against your sex, his hand started moving. Sensually, patiently, pumping in, then out, then in, then out again – before he curled his long, cold fingers up, and caressed that gooey spot within you. It was too easy, too thoughtless for him. A second nature, almost, the way he knew your body. Almost better than his own.
And you cried out again. You felt Hyunjin pump against your spot, over and over and over until your body felt in flames entirely, until you ignited him with them, until his own desire took over his body, made him feral. He fastened his pace now, sucked a little harsher, cursed a little louder, kissed a little harder. Against your clit, against your heat, against your very vulnerability, the one only he had access to. The one you only ever gifted him – and then you came, when his free hand pulled you closer to his body, tightly around your thigh and groping at your flesh, when the sensitivity tip-toed on the verge of being too much. You came in waves, stormy and urgent, entirely overwhelming. Your body shook, your voice was loud, your eyes were shut so close you saw stars against the darkness; and Hyunjin held you through it. Held you close, held you near to him, as though you’d disappear if he didn’t. As though he almost succeeded in merging your body with his own, in connecting your very souls to one.
And maybe he did. Maybe your body was his own, and maybe his was yours. And maybe your souls had been one and the same the very moment he had first longed for you, had first loved you; had first let his lips dance upon your skin, had first kissed you.
NOTES — the third installment to this series! (and also my third time trying to post this omg). to all those leaving wonderful comments and tags on the other parts, thank you so much! i see and read them all and i appreciate them so much, even if i dont reply. enjoy <3 requested by anon, @laubg13 and (kinda) @/19nocap ♡
read the other parts : chan minho changbin han felix seungmin jeongin
"look at you, all pretty and dolled up f'me."
"you're not gonna suffocate me baby, just sit on my face."
"so good to me, takin' my cock so well."
"let me cum on your tits?"
"breathe through your nose... that's a good girl."
"you taste so good, can't get enough of this pussy."
"d-don't look at me like that or i'll cum."
"keep ridin' that dick, just like that."
"shh, we don't want the boys hearing you, now do we?"
"look up at the camera, there we go, hi gorgeous."
"don't—ah—don't clench like that."
"you look so pretty on your knees."
"shit, you're fucking creaming around my cock."
"i've barely touched you and you've soaked through your panties."
"so fuckin' sexy when you squirt on my cock."
"shit, babe, you really marked me up."
"feel that? feel how hard i am? s'all cause of you."
pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader | wc: 5.8k | genre: smut with plot warnings: perv! step-brother jisung, roommate situation, mutual pining, mild possessivenes. explicit warnings under the cut. minors dni (18+) reader discretion is advised as parts of this one-shot could be disturbing to some — masterlist.
──── It started out as nothing. Hyunjin secured a good apartment and decided to find a roommate. The apartment had two bedrooms anyway, and it would help him pay the rent. He just needed something closer to the office. And so did your step-brother.
explicit warnings: hyunjin is horny and mildly pervy. masturbation. jisung wants to fuck his step-sister (mc) + mentions of him masturbating in her room (past events). mc shares a bed with jisung. semi-public sex (jisung is in another room) - exhibitionism. oral and vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating and cum play. mild nicknames: baby, slut. they are both turned on by the fact that jisung wants to fuck her/might hear them.
──── It started out so innocently.
It started out as nothing. Hyunjin secured a good apartment and decided to find a roommate. The apartment had two bedrooms anyway, and it would help him pay the rent. He just needed something closer to the office.
And so did your step-brother.
Jisung worked in the same building as Hyunjin, but for a different company and on a different floor—it was a friend in common that introduced them. They got along nicely, or nicely enough to be roommates anyway. Jisung was loud at times but at least it made the apartment more lively. They were both equally messy so there were no arguments about that.
You were there when Jisung moved in, helping him unpack his boxes. A shy girl at first but you warmed up to Hyunjin’s presence quickly enough. You were pretty. You wore lipgloss. He could see the outline of your bra under your thin, pale blue shirt. You laughed at his jokes and you smelled nice. You left early because you were going out on a date. After you left, Jisung admitted to him that he hated your boyfriend.
“He’s arrogant,” he told Hyunjin that night over beers. There were still a few boxes left to unpack but they were having pizza for dinner. “He’s possessive. I just hate him.”
You were pretty enough that Hyunjin thought he would be possessive too if you were his girlfriend.
But eventually, you broke up with the shitty boyfriend and you started hanging out more with Jisung. Here. In Hyunjin’s apartment.
“I should probably pay some rent at this point,” you noted one time with a laugh. The three of you were sitting outside on the balcony and Hyunjin had let you use the best chair. His fancy chair.
It kind of stopped being so innocent that day. It was the first day of spring and you were wearing a nice flowy dress with a woolen cardigan over your shoulders. Every time you leaned over the table to grab a piece of fruit, Hyunjin caught sight of your cleavage.
“You’re always welcome here,” Hyunjin assured you. He finished his plate and excused himself momentarily, ending up in the bathroom with an aching pressure between his legs.
Pulling his hardening cock out of his pants had been humiliating but necessary. He had been quick—tugging and squeezing himself and spreading his spit over his length to relieve himself. Were you doing it on purpose? Did you enjoy teasing him?
He had let his pleasure building up, stroking himself with his eyes closed, his back against the door. Sweat was pearling at his temples as his breath hitched up. It was you he was seeing, printed onto his eyelids, like a wet dream, a fantasy. It was your hand he wanted around his cock. No, your mouth, your strawberry colored lips around him. His tip hitting the back of your throat as he fucked it. Your big eyes welling up with tears, your big eyes rolling at the back of your head as you choked on his fat cock. Spit and precum coating your lips and your chin. He wanted to feed you his cum and watch you swallow every drop of it.
Hyunjin came hard, his back arching into the door, spurting his thick cum all over himself. The release had been so extreme that he couldn’t suppress the series of groans and whimpers that escaped from his lips as he came. He nearly collapsed over the sink. It took him a few instants to align a coherent thought or two. He washed his hands carefully and quickly bolted for his bedroom to get out of his cum-stained shorts, waiting for post-nut clarity to hit him.
If anybody asked he would say he had spilled juice on his other shorts. Nobody asked, but Hyunjin struggled to look you in the eyes after that. Or in your general direction.
He’d like to say this was the first and last time this sort of event happened. This accident. This compulsion. But it would be a lie. You spent more and more time at the apartment, and Hyunjin lost more and more of his self-control. To this day, he was still waiting for post-nut clarity to hit.
Today was no different.
Hyunjin was just enjoying the peace and quiet of the apartment while Jisung was out shopping. He had gotten a rather good promotion at work and he wanted to treat himself to some shoes. And my sister insisted I take her with me, he had added.
“Ask her if she wants to stay over for dinner,” Hyunjin suggested. “I was gonna order some food anyway, I’ll just make sure there’s enough for three instead.” It was such an ordinary thing to say, so naive. Innocent. But really, Hyunjin had seen the weather forecast. It would be a warm day today, and he was certain you would wear a sundress or a tank top.
He was beyond pleased when you followed as Jisung came back home. He was holding a few bags but you had more than him. Your hair was loose over your shoulders, a little frizzy because of the humidity outside. Your cheeks were flushed and he had been right—you were wearing a pretty floral sundress. And you had no bra on that he could see.
“Jisung my guy, couldn’t you at least be courteous and help the lady?” Hyunjin clicked his tongue and grabbed the bags from you, shaking his head playfully.
You giggled, letting him take the bags while you swapped your sandals for a pair of house slippers. “You tell him, Hyun. He doesn’t care about me.”
“I don’t—I don’t care about you?” Jisung protested, exaggerating his angry expression. “I just bought you two pairs of shoes and so many clothes!”
You tackled Jisung into the wall and walked past him, making your way to the kitchen. Hyunjin heard you searching for something in the fridge. “There’s iced tea if you’d like,” he said, making sure his voice was loud enough for you to hear from the other room. Then, more quietly, to Jisung, “I already ordered the food. And drinks.”
“Fucking yes,” Jisung sighed, already unwrapping a shoe box to show Hyunjin his new pair of sneakers. “I need to get hammered. An afternoon with her is enough to render any man clinically insane.”
“Hey, careful, fuck face. I heard you,” you called from the kitchen. “I’ve maimed men for less than that.”
Jisung paid you no mind and handed Hyunjin a pair of red-and-white sneakers. An expensive brand too. He deserved this treat. Hyunjin knew his friend was working hard, every day.
You sat with them in the living room when the food arrived. Hyunjin could see your nipples poking through the delicate fabric of your dress. He couldn’t look away from the way your skirt rode up your legs when you stretched your back, exposing the soft skin of your thighs. It looked smooth. He wanted his fingers digging into it and dancing over your skin, feeling you all over.
Hyunjin kept drinking shot after shot in an attempt at keeping his mind cool. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to invite you, after all.
Still, Jisung drank a lot more than him. He was celebrating, and he seemed to be having a good time—no matter how much you distracted him, Hyunjin was happy for his friend. He even played a few rounds of Jisung’s favorite video game with him while you finished your food. And then, you played with Jisung while Hyunjin watched you, the way your brows stitched together as you were focused on winning, or how your velvety lips parted open when you were close to scoring.
Come late night, Jisung was very drunk. After the video game, you had suggested putting on a movie that the three of you enjoyed. You were sitting on the armchair with your knees up against your chest, resting your chin on them. Jisung was too drunk to notice, but Hyunjin could swear that when the lighting was bright enough on the TV screen, he could see your panties.
And it was driving him crazy. He kept one of the fuzzy pillows on the couch over his crotch to conceal his aching cock. Hyunjin was trying not to look. He was trying to be respectful. For fuck’s sake—your step-brother was right there on the couch with him. And yet it didn’t stop Hyunjin’s imagination from running. He wanted to rub your clit over your pretty panties, wanted you to soak through them. His cock twitched every time you laughed at something in the movie.
“I’m hungryyyyyyyyyy,” Jisung sighed, blowing raspberries as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Is there some food left?” he asked you.
You grabbed the remote and paused the movie. “Jisung, this is your apartment, remember? You know better than me about the state of your pantry.” You exchanged a falsely annoyed stare with Hyunjin.
“Well I don’t remember.” Jisung pushed himself up, probably hoping to find some food nearby.
… and he fell down.
Jisung was laughing the whole time, though—he tripped on the coffee table and collapsed on the floor, his body made limp with the several drinks he had. Hyunjin simply couldn’t resist laughing too—with him, but at him, too.
You shook your head, bewildered. “Oh my god, you really cannot hold your liquor. What an idiot.”
Jisung pouted, still laying on the floor. “You’re mean.”
“She’s right,” Hyunjin interjected. From here, he patted his roommate's leg gently. “I think we should get you in bed, Jisung. Don’t you think?”
“But I’m hungry,” Jisung insisted.
You stood up, reaching for Jisung’s arm and pulling hard on it. “Come ON! Don’t fall asleep on the floor, I wanna watch the end of the movie!” When you leaned over to try your best to push Jisung up, Hyunjin caught sight of your tits and he almost blew his load in his pants right then and there. It was only half a second, but it was enough.
You busied yourself with helping your step-brother—Hyunjin got up too and adjusted his cock into his pants while you weren’t looking. He was thankful he chose to wear a loose t-shirt—it was long enough that he thought his hard-on wasn’t showing too much.
Hyunjin came to your aid and together, you managed to put Jisung back on his legs and led him towards his bedroom. “I’ll go get him some cookies,” you told Hyunjin. Your breath smelled like vodka and juice. “So he shuts up.”
“Oh my god… cookies, man…” Jisung mumbled, letting himself fall onto his bed. Hyunjin stayed with him while you were in the kitchen. He wrapped a blanket around himself. “Can you make sure my sister gets home okay… call her a cab…”
Hyunjin dimmed the lights in the room. “Don’t worry. She can sleep here too.” Sometimes, you slept on the couch. Hyunjin had offered you his room a few times but you always insisted on taking the couch. And to be honest, it was comfortable.
By the time you left two cookies on Jisung’s nightstand, he was already snoring gently. “Well, so much for the I’m hungry tantrum earlier…” You sighed, turning to Hyunjin. “Wanna go watch the end of the movie?”
Truth be told, Hyunjin didn’t think he could. He was so hard his cock was aching. He needed relief. He needed to get rid of this pressure in his loins. And staying anywhere near you wouldn’t help. Maybe he could fake a headache and go to his room to fuck his fleshlight a few times. Whenever he did, he always imagined it was you underneath him, not some piece of silicon on top of his pillow.
“Please?” you added, tilting your head to the side. “It’s been a while since we hung out, Hyun.”
Hyunjin had no defense against this, against you and your pretty tits underneath the light fabric of your dress, against you and your big pleading eyes. “Sure,” he managed, gulping thickly. “After you.” But he was looking at your ass the whole time, and the way your dress hugged your hips.
When had he become like this? A disgusting pig whose cock dictated his every thought? It was you—he was only like that for you.
The living room was just as dim as it had been earlier, easing his mind a little. Somehow it was easier to be around you in the dark. Not that he didn’t like seeing you—but seeing you too well could only lead to his demise. Or to a soiled pair of boxers.
So, he sat on the couch while you were taking some of the empty food containers off the coffee table to leave them on the floor instead, allowing you to use the coffee table as a footrest. As he grabbed the remote and pressed play, his forearm brushed against your thigh. His cock twitched painfully, and he faked a light cough to cover his whimper.
Even though the movie played—and even though it was one of his favorite movies—Hyunjin paid barely any attention to it. All he could see was you. The blue nail polish on your toenails, and your golden anklet. Your skin, your smell, feminine and deep and inviting. Your breasts moving with you when you shifted your weight, soft and round and perfect. The way you gently nibbled your bottom lip sometimes, as if deep in your thoughts.
Your hand, too. Sometimes it rested on your thigh and sometimes it rested on the couch between you and him. There was a lot of space on the couch and yet you had chosen to sit right next to him—sure, this side was closer to the TV, but…
“Are you even watching the movie, Hyunjin?”
Your question came so unexpectedly that it took Hyunjin several seconds before he even processed the words you had said. “What?” But his face was flushed already, and his breathing shallow. In his pants, his cock reminded him that he had a problem that would need solving as soon as possible.
You bit your lip again and sat at an angle where you were facing him. Hyunjin, on the other hand, dared not move—he stayed still, his head barely turned toward you, the cushion firmly pressed against his crotch.
“I’m not stupid,” you went on. “I saw you earlier. And just now.” You pushed your hair behind your ear. “The way you looked at me. And… where you looked at me too.”
Dread slowly filled Hyunjin’s body, replacing his blood with a strange mix of lava and glacial waters—he was both melting and burning at once. And yet he could not look away from you and from the way you were staring at him with your lips parted open, gaze flicking from his face to somewhere below his neck.
He knew you weren’t stupid. He knew there was no point in denying it, it wouldn’t help his cause. You had every right to be angry at him, and the least he could do was to respect you enough to act like an adult. “I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he muttered, lowering his gaze with shame. “I—I just—I—” But he could not find the right words or any words. The truth was too crass for him to say out loud.
Silence filled the space between Hyunjin and you. The movie was still playing but it might as well have not been. Instead, all Hyunjin could hear was his own heartbeat and your breathing.
You leaned closer to him, enveloping him with your scent. You motioned toward the cushion he was still holding like his life depended on it. “Give me that pillow.”
No hesitation. “There’s another one right there.” But he was imagining that the weight of the pillow was your weight as you just ghosted his crotch, straddling him.
You pulled on the pillow just slightly and the friction of that was enough to make him groan. He tensed up, scanning your eyes. “Take the other pillow,” he begged.
Your lip disappeared almost entirely this time when you bit into it. That would leave a mark but it wasn’t fair. It should be him biting you hard enough to mark you.
What you said next shocked him even more than the question from earlier. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.” Your hand did not let go of the pillow. “I thought sometimes you were hiding away from me to jerk off in your room.” Again, a nudge on the cushion, but only a half-hearted one.
Hyunjin didn’t even have the time to be embarrassed. Although a part of him was melting into the couch because of the shame of being caught red handed, another was too curious to know where this was going.
He might be tipsy, but he was certain you were now a lot closer to him than you had been even just a minute ago.
He spoke in a low voice, almost inaudible. “Uh—you’re very pretty. So pretty.”
You chuckled softly, taking his face in your free hand. Your skin was smooth and warm, and you forced him to look you in the eyes. “You’re very pretty too, Hyunjin.” You looked down. “Show me what’s under that pillow, please. I wanna see.”
He had been done for the moment you touched him. Hyunjin let you gently slide the cushion away. It fell on the floor with a muffled thud. With slow, delicate moves, you lifted his t-shirt just enough to uncover the bulge created by his cock straining against his pants.
You hummed. “You’re very hard, aren’t you?” The hand you had on his cheek moved to his hair, disappearing into his dark locks. “How about we take care of that?”
“Really?” What a stupid thing to say—but he genuinely couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Surely he was in a dream and he would wake up soon in the middle of his cum-stained bedsheets… Still, he nodded.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy with your little glances.” You took his hand in yours, leading it under your skirt, then between your legs. Hyunjin’s heart was beating so fast that he thought he might stroke. “Wanna feel what you’re doing to me?”
Did he want to feel you? Good god, it was the only thing he wanted. His hand moved upwards, reaching your inner thighs. You were warm there, so warm. It didn’t take long until his fingers brushed against the lace of your panties—they were cool and damp. He jumped a little, hesitating, but when he heard you sigh at the contact, he decided to press his digits harder against you, truly feeling your wetness seeping through your panties, coating his fingers.
Something shifted in him. No more embarrassment, no more shame. Hell, for all he knew, this was a long con—maybe you had made a point of wearing revealing clothes around him to tease him like that. Maybe you liked it when he stared at your body. Maybe you had even eavesdropped when he was relieving himself…
“You’re wet,” he pointed out, keeping his hand there, his two fingers on your folds. His gaze lingered on your lips. “Can I kiss you now?”
Instead of answering him, you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your mouth was as warm and as wet as your pussy. Hyunjin wasted no time letting his tongue explore you, feel your lips and your tongue under it. You tasted like vodka, like fruit, and now that you were so close to him, Hyunjin could smell your pussy, too. If he had already shifted to second gear, he was on his way to a speeding ticket right now, all of his inhibitions and intelligence abandoning him.
He kissed you deeper, slower, better. He could kiss you for hours and hours with how good your mouth was. In one swift motion, you passed a leg over him, straddling him. It felt so much better than the pillow, than his hand, than anything. Hyunjin could cum right now, fuck. Your lips left his to travel down to his neck, kissing and licking him there while your hands were busy unzipping his pants.
“Wait—” Hyunjin grabbed your wrists, stopping you. “Here? Don’t you want to go to my room?”
You giggled and looked somewhere behind him, toward the other end of the apartment where Jisung was fast asleep in his room. “Are you scared he’s gonna hear us?” Then, without missing a beat, you added, “Don’t you want him to hear you fuck me?”
Hyunjin couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to kiss you. He took your lips again, sucking on them gently before kissing you properly. He put his hands on your hips, pulling you closer as you resumed working on his pants. It seemed like they were difficult to unzip due to how badly his cock was pressing against them.
“He’s your brother,” Hyunjin said between kisses. He let his hands wander all over you, your ass, soft and nice, your waist, your tits. He caressed your nipples through your dress—they were hard and sensitive, and you shivered when he touched you there. Why were you taking so damn long to pull his cock out of his pants?
“He’s my step-brother, it doesn’t count,” you retorted, breaking the kiss to look Hyunjin in the eyes. “And he wants to fuck me anyway.”
This should have surprised Hyunjin but it didn’t. He saw it coming—Jisung was acting a little too nice to you for it to be just a normal step-sibling relationship.
Jealousy took over Hyunjin. He kissed you again, hungrily, a sloppy kiss. You moaned against his mouth when, finally, you managed to unzip his pants and drag his boxers down, freeing his cock.
He was hard, straining, flushed dark at the tip, ready to explode any second. You pressed your forehead against his as you took in the sight of his shaft. “It’s big,” you commented, causing him to whimper pathetically. He needed you. Now.
You took him in your delicate hand, squeezing him at the base. Hyunjin watched with fascination as you extracted a few drops of precum from him and proceeded to swipe it away before sucking it off your thumb with a delighted moan.
Hyunjin had only one response to that—he let his hand trail under your skirt again and pushed your panties to the side, allowing him to properly play with you. He caressed your pussylips, spreading them gently. It made a wet noise when he touched you—you were dripping already, as ready as he was.
“Has he ever seen your pussy?” Hyunjin asked, his voice no more than a raspy breath. He didn’t want to be too loud, but he couldn’t lie now—he was hoping that Jisung would hear everything as Hyunjin stuffed his throbbing cock into your tight cunt.
“Yes.” You sighed when Hyunjin pushed two fingers at your entrance, teasing your hole. Your head fell back as you moved your hips, chasing more friction. “I like to tease him. I wear short skirts with no panties under.”
Hyunjin scoffed. “Why are you wearing panties tonight then?”
You put your hand over his, making him push his fingers a little deeper inside you. You were tight, and wet, and warm. So wet that your juices were already running down his hand. Your skin was soft, too, and he liked it.
“Because I want you to cum inside me. Because I want him to see your cum on my panties later.”
Hyunjin shoved his fingers as deep inside you as he could, stretching you open. You cried out, clinging to him again, arching into him like the little slut you were. He had been right, then. You did like it when boys looked at you. You did want to make their cocks hard, you wanted to torture them.
Hyunjin massaged your hole, twisting his wrist until his thumb could reach your clit, and until his fingers found the spot to make you melt. “Like this, yes, yes!” You weren’t even trying to be quiet.
Hyunjin fingered you harder.
“Has he ever fingered you like that, baby?” He needed to know. It didn’t matter anymore—nothing would stop Hyunjin from filling you tonight, but he wanted to know if your pussy had also milked Jisung’s cock before.
“No, never.” You whined when Hyunjin slowed down, but he still rubbed lazy circles on your sensitive clit. He had a goal in mind—he needed to see you.
He hitched up your skirt, revealing you to him. Fucking hell. A pussy almost too pretty to fuck, soaking wet, creamy. “I don’t believe you. A pussy like that—no one can resist it.” He pulled you closer and kissed your stomach before he pulled you away from him to lay you down on the couch, on your back.
Your legs immediately opened for him again. “He’s too shy. He would never,” you explained. Your voice was small, shaking, but Hyunjin couldn’t look away from your swollen cunt. “He jerks off on my stuff. One time, he came in my bed. While I was in it.”
“Keep talking baby, I wanna know everything.” As aching as his cock was, he just needed to taste you. He kissed your knees, your inner thighs, until he was in position, until his lips ghosted your pussy. You smelled good, too good. “How did he do that?”
Hyunjin wasted no time licking you. Gently at first, kitten licks all over your pussylips, taking in your taste little by little. Sweet but salty, too. You tasted like a perfectly ripe mango. His eyes rolled at the back of his head when he swallowed you. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, burying his face into your cunt. He could lick you all night if you let him. He could lick you all night if his cock wasn’t threatening to burst.
“One time he was visiting and we were just hanging out and I fell asleep.” You paused for a long time while Hyunjin licked a long drag along your folds before taking your clit between his lips. So puffy, so wet, so pretty. You tasted like a dream. “Fuck yes, don’t stop!” Your hands found his hair and pulled on it until his face was flush with your cunt. Hyunjin moaned against you, letting the vibrations of his voice travel through his tongue and onto your clit, extracting more of that sweet cream from you.
“He… he…” You were a panting mess, and Hyunjin made eye contact with you as he sucked your clit, his big hands digging into your soft thighs. “I woke up later…” you managed, eyelids fluttering, hips thrusting into his face. “He was jerking off in my bed, he thought I was asleep.” Hyunjin needed to push your panties a little farther to the side to effectively lick you clean—you couldn’t stop leaking, it seemed.
Hyunjin grunted, imagining the scene. You, laying on your side, with just a little of your ass showing. Jisung on the other side of the bed, a hand in his pants, discreetly rubbing his cock to that sight. You still lived with your mother and Jisung’s father—did they have any idea what you two were up to behind closed doors?
For all Hyunjin knew, you were probably flashing your pretty cunt Jisung’s father as well. And yet, it was his mouth on your clit tonight. You had chosen him and he didn’t mind if it was to use him. He’d become your own personal fuck doll if you let him. He’d fuck you right under Jisung's eyes if that’s what you wanted.
You didn’t even try to keep your voice down as you moaned and as you told Hyunjin your story. He loved it. It made him lick you faster, made him leave your clit to go fuck your pussy with his tongue.
“What happened then baby?” Hyunjin asked in between kisses on your pretty cunt.
“I pretended to move in my sleep… I showed him my pussy… Hyunjin… fuck… yes, yes, like that!” He was fucking you with his fingers again. “I was wet because it turned me on. He saw it I think. He came. He came on my bed. He was too ashamed I think, he left the room.”
Hyunjin giggled between your legs, giving your inner thigh a kiss. “You’re such a slut. I love it.” He pushed his fingers as deep as he could inside you and you cried out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Good, he thought. Let everybody know he was finally fucking the girl inhabiting his fantasies.
“There—there was a little bit of his cum on my sheets,” you added under your breath. “I… I took it. On my fingers. I licked it, and then I fucked myself with those fingers.”
Hyunjin saw red. He could imagine it very well—a puddle of your step-brother’s cum on your bed. A slut like you, surely, would not let that go to waste. Did you know what you were doing to him? You had to, right? You were doing it on purpose, had always been.
Hyunjin grunted, his cock so sensitive that it hurt him when it accidentally rubbed against the couch as he pulled away from you. “If being a pretty little cum dump is what you want then that’s what you get.” Your slick was still dripping from his lips and chin but he paid it no mind.
He rid himself of his pants for good, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. You were watching him too, a hand between your legs playing with your clit as you looked at his cock. “Fuck me hard with that big cock. I need it.”
Hyunjin guided himself to your entrance, coating his length in your cream before, reveling in the feeling of it. He knew he wouldn’t last very long, but he wanted the full experience anyway.
You rubbed yourself against his shaft, moaning desperately. Hyunjin was mesmerized by your tits and how they moved under your dress with each of your movements.
He buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, stretching you open for him, largely helped by the slick coating your walls. Your eyes went blank, glazed over, mouth wide open for him as you were adjusting to him.
And him to you.
You were tight. And wet, so wet. Your cunt hugged him snugly and every little friction brought him closer to the edge. Hyunjin leaned over you, kissing you with his mouth that tasted like your pussy. His mouth still attached to yours, he pounded into you once, then twice, again and again.
You moaned against him. He could see the white of your eyes. He could see your tits bouncing under your dress. He could see the drool accumulating at the corner of your lips. It was in that moment that Hyunjin realized he loved the fact that you were a slut, because he knew you were enjoying this as much as he was.
“Fuck—Hyunjin—you’re so—so big, yes yes, just like that!”
You didn’t hold back your moans as Hyunjin kept his relentless pace, hips rolling and thrusting and snapping into you, his cock taking up all the space inside you. He loved the sight of it, of his length disappearing in your puffy cunt, your slick and his precum leaking all over your ass and couch. He wouldn’t even clean it up—Jisung could come lick it clean if he wanted, but that cum stain would remain there for a while, as a reminder that Hyunjin had fucked you.
You pulled his hair again when your pussy throbbed dangerously and you clenched around him, making it harder for him to keep fucking you. “Hyunjin—I’m—I’m—close—” you panted, your hot breath in his neck, your arms around him, your legs around his waist.
Hyunjin pressed a couple of fingers on your clit to rub it nicely, to hear you sigh and moan again. He was close too—he had been close before you even touched him—but he would have kept fucking you for days. It was the best feeling he ever experienced. Your cunt was better than heaven, he was sure of it.
You came hard, writhing and crying out under him, creaming all over his flushed cock. Your walls fluttered around him, finally undoing the knot in Hyunjin’s abdomen.
He came too, his cock throbbing, twitching, then pulsing into your wet cunt. The release was violent—his whole body convulsed over you as he emptied himself inside your fluttering pussy, flooding you, filling you to the brim, fucking his cum deeper inside you as you both came down your highs, enjoying the aftershocks of it.
Hyunjin stayed inside you for a little while as his cock softened. He liked the feeling of that, the smell of sex permeating the room, your bodily fluids staining you and the furniture.
You kissed his jaw, playing with his hair a little. He kissed your back—he liked kissing you. He hoped he would get to do it again. He hoped he would get to fuck you again, too.
“Oh, god,” he mumbled when he did pull out, a thick string of cum still attached to you and his cock. “We made a huge mess.”
You shrugged, pulling yourself up a little to see. “I like messy,” you commented, carefully placing your soaked panties over your pussy. You kissed him again, with tongue, for a long time. “I’ll know who to call when I need a good fuck.”
Hyunjin snorted, grabbing his pants to put them back on. “You know where to find me.”
He watched as you got on your feet, imagining all of his cum moving inside you, sticking to the lace of your panties. “Goodnight, Hyunjin.” You kissed him again. And again.
He kissed your forehead. “Goodnight. Uh… Do you want a towel? Something? You can shower if you want,” he added, his mind still cloudy from fucking you.
You shook your head slowly and walked away without saying a word. Hyunjin took a few seconds to assess the situation, waiting for post-nut clarity to hit. It didn’t, not really. He wanted to ask you out on a date maybe. He wanted to ask you to come sleep in his bed—he’d fuck you again in the morning, or all night maybe.
But as he made his way toward the hallway, he saw you disappear into Jisung’s room instead of the bathroom. He stood in the dark, his heart beating fast, listening. What were you doing?
You spoke in a gentle voice. “Jisung, move over. I don’t wanna sleep on the couch. Make some space.” A pause. “I know you’re not really sleeping. Come on.”
Hyunjin knew then that one time wasn’t enough—he had foolishly thought that maybe, fucking you once would rid him of this fantasy. But it only made it worse.
He couldn’t really sleep that night, the thought of you with his cum inside you, sleeping in your step-brother’s bed still full of him, haunted Hyunjin deliciously.
a/n: well....... long time no see? I took some time "off", giving myself a little writing break. Or more specifically, smut. Putting too much pressure on yourself will do that to you I guess.. anyway, I decided I should try little writing exercises to get back into it, and this is the first piece of smut I wrote in months! Sorry if I'm a bit rusty, but I hope that practicing will help me improve!
Thank you for your patience. I know I never update, I know I'm so so soooo slow at writing. I know you guys are waiting for frog boy, and lord hwang, etc, but I needed to "break the ice" with something else before. This is it. I also have another one-shot in the works that I will hopefully post soon!
You guys take care. And again, thank you! 💙
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I love Ace because he is the human encapsulation of love. Think about it-
his love for his brothers. His love for his crew. His love for his captain.
The way he interacts with people, the way all he wanted to do was protect those who helped and loved and in turn he was loved.
His crew loved him. His captain loved him. The people he showed care and love and kindness to loved him. He was unforgettable and loved. He is warmth and love placed into a person.
Everytime I think of him I want to cry because while he was questioning if he even deserved to live, his question was answered this entire time.
“Yes, Ace. You deserve much more than to live- because you are loved.”
