#jinnie

[3racha-agustd]

BANG CHAN WHAT THE FUCK ! 🥴😵‍💫

[multi-fandommaniac]

I'll never get over them

[foolishaj]

Han really said i’m your uber driver get in

[yeskookii]

Picnic date with Seokjin ⋆˚✿˖°

Tags: explicit content, outdoor sexual content, dom jinnie 🫠, he’s desperate, lots of praise, hes very gentle and soft for her, clit rubbing, clit orgasm, no release for him unless yall beg me for pt.2👀

Mdni 18+

You’ve managed to find one of the quietest spots in the park. Away from the walking paths and weekend crowds, it’s just the two of you. The breeze carries the scent of clover from the grass below and the river in the distance, making the afternoon feel calm and unhurried.

You were kneeling down the soft white blanket spread under you, quietly occupied with setting out the food, Your sundress, the color of faded lavender, pools around you, and the sunlight catches the delicate gold chain at your throat, a beautiful gift from him.

You barely seem aware of him watching as you unpack the basket. Every item is placed with care, from the fruit to the napkins folded neatly at the edge of the blanket. It’s a simple thing, but Seokjin has always liked the way you put thought into everything you do.

He watches you from where he’s laying on his side next to you, propped up on one elbow. His heart feels too big for his chest, a warm, aching swell of tenderness.

He’s dressed casually in soft linen trousers and a simple white t-shirt, the epitome of relaxed elegance, but all his focus is on you. On the way your brow furrows slightly as you debate the placement of a grape. On the soft curve of your lips as you hum a tune under your breath. The gentle way you carry yourself has always been one of his favorite things about you.

“Here, love,” you murmur, your voice a gentle melody. You picked up a perfect strawberry, holding it up to his lips. “The first one is always the sweetest.”

His eyes never leaving yours as he parted his lips, letting you feed him.

The strawberry is delicious, though not nearly as distracting as the gentle graze of your fingers against his lower lip.

He closes his mouth, catching the fruit and the tip of your finger for the briefest second, a soft suction makes you smile soften with a faint blush spread on ur cheeks.

“How is it,” you asked, retreating your fingers , licking the remaining juices on the tips.

“So sweet baby,” he answered softly, his hand reaching over, tucking a fallen strand behind your ear.

Rather than pulling away, he traces your jawline with his fingertips, softly brushing your skin. Looking at you so obsessively.

“Do you wanna…” you paused, distracted by the brush of his thumb on your lips. “Eat your sandwich?” You finally managed, sounding far less certain than you’d intended.

“Not yet, angel” he murmurs, “ wanna enjoy you first,”

“You’re weird,” you let a soft giggle as you reach out for the strawberries on the plate.

“And you’re so pretty.” He murmurs it with a soft, lovestruck smile, sounding completely captivated.

You turn your head slightly, nuzzling into his palm. His thumb still stroking your lower lip. Although you’ve been dating for years, his soft compliments still makes you feel giddy.

Before you could react, he tugged you down on top of him, letting out a startled yelp, laughter bubbling from your lips as you landed against him. Jin settled onto his back, his head resting on a soft pillow, his face composed despite the teasing stunt he’d just pulled. His eyes stayed fixed on yours, carrying a quiet intensity that made your laughter falter.

“You have no idea how hard im holding myself right now,” he whispered against your lips, his hands slowly sliding from your waist, down to you curved ass.

His hands are firm and dominant, making you shiver from his possessive touch.

“W-well.. we’re outside” you almost stutter, feeling his hands kneading the swell of your butt over the thin fabric of your dress. “Anyone could walk by..”

“Come on, baby” he murmured, sounding almost desperate, “no one will walk by, we’re so far away from the park,”

“I don’t know..” you sigh teasingly, rolling your head to the side, pretending to look for people nearby.

“Just a kiss,” he said, already leaning in, his hands cupping your cheeks pulling you closer.

The first kiss is soft, a bare press of lips. A gentle touch, taste like strawberries and sunshine. A gentle suction making you whimper.

He pulls back an inch, his nose brushing yours, feeling his breath against your mouth.

“One more..” you whisper, the word barely there.

A slow, tender smile spreads across his face. He doesn’t have to be told twice.

This time, the kiss deepens. It’s still gentle, but there’s intention behind it. His lips part yours, and you open for him, a sigh escaping into his mouth. His hand slides from your waist into your hair, his fingers tangling gently at the nape of your neck.

He hold you there possessively, as if he can’t bear the thought of you moving even a centimeter away.

You lean into him, one hand coming up to rest on his chest. You can feel the steady, strong beat of his heart through his soft cotton shirt. It’s racing, just like yours.

The kiss turns into a slow, unhurried exploration.

His tongue warm sliding inside your mouth, caressing yours in a slow, intimate motion that makes your toes curl in your sandals. He tasted like the iced tea he was drinking earlier, and something uniquely, essentially him.

His hands now tracing the dip of your spine through the fabric, fingertips sending shivers down your back. They slide higher, caressing the sensitive skin beneath your shoulder blade, then curve around your ribcage. His palm settles possessively against your lower back, pressing you even more firmly against the very visible hardness tightening against his linen trousers. You gasp into his mouth, your own hips shifting instinctively, seeking friction against that rigid ridge.

“Jin,” you murmur against his lips, the word a breathless plea tangled with warning. “We’re outside…”

“I know baby,” he breathes back, breaking the kiss just enough to look into your eyes. His gaze is dark, intense, filled with a hunger that steals your breath. His thumb brushes the underside of your swollen breast through the soft cotton of your dress, a feather-light touch that makes your nipple tighten instantly.

“But we’re alone.. just wanna feel you, angel.” He emphasizes his point by grinding his hips upwards, letting you feel the sheer size and heat of his arousal pressed insistently against your core. “Look around. See? Only the trees. Only the sun. Wanna feel you, please.”

His hands sliding down your spine once more, kissing your cheek and nuzzling his nose on your soft skin. this time, his hands don’t linger on the curve of your ass, they slowly lift your dress up, caressing your thighs along the way, making you back arch more to his touch.

Your breath hitched, you can feel the cool breeze grazing over your skin, his hands warm and gentle, now kneading the swell of your ass.

His eyes lock onto yours, holding you captive as his fingers graze over your clothed pussy. Rubbing up and down on your already wet panties.

“Jinnie..” your voice is shivering now, torn between fear and desperate need. You feel exposed and vulnerable in this sunlit grove, yet completely captivated by the raw desire burning in his eyes. You shift a little trying to get the pads of his fingers a bit down to your clit.

“Yeah? Feels good doesn’t it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need and desperation, his gaze moved from your eyes, over your shoulder. Watching the way you move your hips up and down , the sight is breathtaking, the way ur back arch and ur round ass move is making his cock throb in his pants.

“Baby, i need to feel her. Please.” His fingers firmly hooks your panties, tugging them to the side, just enough to expose your folds to the cool air. The lace bites slightly into your skin, making you gasp and jerk instinctively.

“Look at you,” he breathes, the word laden with primal satisfaction. His fingers stroke your slit, listening to the wet sounds fill the air. “Already so ready. So wet. My perfect girl.”

The low timbre of his voice, the possessive edge softened by praise, sends another surge of heat coursing through you, pooling low in your belly.

He doesn’t tease any longer. His fingers glide back, The brush of his fingertips against your clit is electric, a jolt of pure sensation that arches your back and pulls a high-pitched whimper from your throat.

“Fuck, yes,” Jin groans, his own hips bucking up beneath you in response. He feels the evidence of your arousal coating his fingers. “Drenched for me.” His middle finger finds your entrance with ease, slick with your need. He circles it slowly, gathering more of your wetness, spreading it over your swollen outer lips before focusing his attention down. His fingertip finds the incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves again, swollen and throbbing. He rubs a slow, deliberate circle around it.

“Oh god…” you moan, your fingers clenching in the soft fabric of his shirt. The slow, focused pressure on your clit is maddening, delicious torture. Your whole world narrows to that single point of contact – the rough pad of his finger rubbing in lazy, devastating circles that make your thighs tremble and your breath come in ragged gasps. Your sundress is softly settling around your waist now, The angle of your bodies and the tall grass surrounding the blanket were the only things keeping you covered.

“Look at me,” Jin commands softly, with a firmness that leaves no room for argument. His free hand cups your cheek, turning your face back to his. Your eyes are glazed, lips kiss-swollen and parted. “That’s it. Keep looking at me while I touch my pretty girl’s sweet little cunt.”

His words, so deliciously filthy and unexpected from his usually playful mouth, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit, push you terrifyingly close to the edge far too fast. Your breath stopped for a brief moment, your eyes unfocused and glossy. Your mind is completely shut, the only thing you can focus on right now is his intense desperate gaze, and the slow sensational strokes on your clit. All you see is the dark fire in Jin’s eyes, all you feel is the building, coiling tension deep in your core and the hard heat of his erection rubbing on your stomach.

“Breath, baby. Yeah.. atta girl. focus on me, angel. I got you,” a sharp gasp leaving your lips, reminding you to breath with a tenderness in his voice, warmth spreading through your whole chest at the gentle approval, making you leak more wetness on his fingers.

“Jin… please… I’m…” You can’t form the thought, let alone the words. You draw in a shaky breath as tension knots deep inside you.

“Come on, angel,” he urges, his voice thick with his own arousal, effected by the noises you make. He increases the pressure and speed of his circles, his fingertip rubbing firmly, perfectly over your throbbing clit.

“Let go. Cum for me right here in the sunshine. Show me how much you love my fingers on you.”

The command, the relentless friction, the possessive heat in his gaze – it’s too much. A broken cry tears from your throat – half swallowed, half muffled as you bury your face against the solid warmth of his shoulder. Your back arches violently, pressing your breasts hard against his chest as your orgasm hit you with shaking force. Wave after wave of pure, blinding pleasure spread through you, focused entirely on the devastating strokes of his finger. Your tight hole clench desperately around nothingness as your senses are swallowed by pure pleasure. Your inner thighs squeeze tight around his hand instinctively, holding him captive against your pulsing core as violent shiver shake your body.

Jin holds you through it, his finger keeping that perfect, unyielding pressure until the very last shudder subsides into deep, satisfying aftershocks.

“That’s it, you did so well cumming for me. My pretty girl,” He presses a hot kiss to your temple, murmuring soft, filthy praise against your sweat-dampened skin. “Beautiful. So fucking perfect taking your pleasure for me. My good, pretty girl ㅤ♡ྀི.”

A/N: finally finished this filthy fic. It’s been on my mind for 2 days omg🫠

I love my jinnie sm . Hope yall enjoyed!!

Tags: @verycherrythings

[angelbabygremlin]

Hwang Hyunjin the man that you are

[catiuskaa]

head touches pillow.

sum: after a long day without you, finally able to cuddle against you, when his head touches the pillow, Hyunjin can’t help but dream.

wc: 5.1k

cw: dreams and art and philosophy coded fluff, hyunjin talks (in detail) about a sex dream, handjob, blowjob(?), aftercare.

[★★{📕}★★]

Hyunjin is a dreamer.

A dreamer is a curious creature whose head often floats several inches —or miles— above the ground, tethered to reality only by the occasional text message, meal, or heartbreak. They are powered by equal parts hope, caffeine —chocolate, in this writer’s case—, and the kind of delusion that dares to believe love letters still are a thing, that strangers on trains might be soulmates, and that rainstorms were invented for dramatic monologues, and really, really wet kisses.

Hyunjin blames his imaginative mind for all the late assignments, failed exams and dull evenings he’s had. If it weren’t for his active little mind, in a constant need for dopamine and books that can make one curl in bed, kicking their legs as they giggle and read about romance they can only hope they get to live, maybe he would’ve payed more attention —on a general sense, that is. And on a particular one, maybe then he wouldn’t have lost the bus that day.

But that would mean he wouldn’t have met you.

When a dreamer falls for another dreamer, the universe experiences a brief but noticeable glitch—somewhere, a clock forgets how to tick, a soldier writes poetry, and a star goes slightly off course just to watch what happens next.

“Oh, Larry won’t open the door for you, so I wouldn’t run,” you chuckle. “Mean bus driver, the fella.”

And Hyunjin just blinks, watching the red bus turn smaller as it drives away.

Turning to face you, he swears, changed his brain chemistry. Not that he knows much about brains nor chemistry, but somehow, when his eyes meet yours for the first time, it was as if the air paused mid-breath, unsure whether to exhale or hold onto the moment forever. There was no thunderclap, no dramatic swell of music —just a quiet, electric recognition, like two secret worlds brushing against each other at the edges. In that glance, he saw not just a face, but an entire cosmos made out of late-night musings, unfinished poems, and stardust tucked behind eyelashes, shining in the colour of your eyes. 

It wasn’t love at first sight, not exactly —it was possibility at first glance.

He doesn’t believe it happens often. When an artist such as him —or that’s how he enjoys calling himself when the blinds are down and no one’s looking— somehow falls in love, it’s like those magical moments that movies can’t help but mention. Finding a muse —to him, only you— is the one thing artists hope for in secret, hiding the fire in their hearts between layers of paint and crumbled ink-stained pieces of paper, hoping to never mix love and whorship in the same person, for one cannot hug someone that stands so far away on a pedestal.

Still, he yearns for the words a writer may reach to in order to make sense to the myriad of feelings that simmer in his paint-soaked heart, unable to express them in a way that could suffice.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Hyunjin blinks, lowering his head to face you. He can’t help but smile, his eyes wrinkling at the sides.

“You’d lose all your money, my pearl. I think too much.”

Cuddling more against him as you giggle soothes within the both of you the tension from a long week, days that have passed by without the joy of seeing each other most of the time. But alas, here’s the sweet sweet joy of a long-awaited Friday night.

“C’mon,” you snicker, your hands tracing mindless paterns on his shirtless torso. You make a note to thank the summer weather for that. “Oh, at least tell me about that dream you had a couple nights ago.”

“A… dream?” He frowns in ginger confusion.

“Yeah, remember? I called you… Tuesday morning. You said you had a dream you wanted to tell me,” you grin, resting your chin on his chest.

"Oh, that dream,” his expression turns a little more mischievous. His smile only grows as he watches your expectant eyes. “Fun dream, that was. I remember it alright," he snickers, his tone a little husky. "Every single detail."

You give him a cheeky look, fixing your position to lay down next to him, your head up to face him, resting on your palm. 

“Go on. I’m all ears.”

He can’t help but chuckle, his expression playful. "Oh, are you now?" he teases, his tone low. "You want to hear all the dirty little details?"

“You know I do,” you grin, your other hand cheekily fidgeting with his golden chain.

He takes a deep breath, and he can’t help but lick his lips as he remembers the dream in detail. "So, it was just the two of us," he starts, his voice lower than usual, his gaze flickering over your features. "And we were... well, let's say we were in a bed."

“What do you mean, let’s say?” You grin softly. “Where were we?”

He chuckles, a small, charming smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "I don’t really know. I mean… well... you were on top of me, to be specific," his gaze turning a little bit heated. "And I could feel your skin against mine, your hands resting on my chest. And your face was... so close, I could feel your breath on my skin." Pausing, his voice grows huskier. "You looked into my eyes... it was like you were hungry for me."

As your hand couldn’t help but follow a slow path down his chest, your eyes stayed locked to his. There was something dangerously poetic about them, like they’ve been dipped in paint and secrets, and looking into them feels less like making eye contact and more like falling, headfirst, —heart-first—, into a storm you don’t want to escape. He didn’t just look at you—he unravels you. With one glance, he strips away your composure, peels back every practiced word, and leaves you lying there, entirely too aware of how close his mouth is to yours. It almost isn’t fair, the way his gaze lingers—slow, deliberate, like a hand sliding over bare skin —your nails, long, leaving cheeky red streaks over his abs. You could drown in him. You want to. God help you, you want to forget your own name if it mean he’d keep looking at you like that—like you were something he’d dreamt of touching —not just this once, but for lifetimes—, and now that you are here, he has no intention of looking away.

"You leaned in even closer,” he lets out in a short breath, “your lips… against my skin,” he swallows, dry. “I could feel… the heat radiating off your body and... I felt your words as a soft whisper against my ear," he murmured, eyes dark. "You said..." his eyes lock onto yours. "You said, ‘I want you. Now.’” he mumbles, his tone intense.

You licked your lips. God, you could eat him alive. “Then what happened?”

"You started… trailing your lips down my neck, leaving soft, wet kisses. It felt... really, really good."

“Mhh, I like the sound of that,” you smile.

He chuckles softly, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Good. It gets better," he simpers, his voice a little deeper than before.

"You then… started making your way down my body, your fingers trailing slowly over my chest, my stomach... and you stopped at my waist and..." he paused, his voice growing quieter as he remembered the rest of the dream.

Your hand started cheekily playing with the waistband of his pijama pants. “And?”

He swallowed dry, his body growing heated as he continues. "And you started... touching me," he lets out, like a  whispered, breathless confession. "Your hands were roaming all over my body, and your touch was soft, but so... possessive." You watch him lick his lips as he stares at you, and it feels like pornography. "Your lips followed your hands. And... you started nibbling on a spot right... here..." he vaguely moves his hand, as if afraid that would crack the heat-tinted atmosphere, and points to a spot just below his collarbone.

Leaning against his neck feels like a meancing act againt his self-restraint, and his heart too. He wants you to do it again. With this newly-found information about himself, Hyunjin can’t wait for you to try and kill him. 

“Oh, this one?” You smirk, stroking it with your nose tantalizingly.

He lets out something quite like gasp, a shaky exhale that sounds like "yeah," he breathes out heavily, his voice tinged with a moan that he’s holding back. He’s already hard. "T-that spot."

Only a fool would miss a chance this exquisit, so you quickly start to work. 

“Keep talking,” you whisper with a smirk.

Hyunjin’s brain threatens to turn off as he closes his eyes, his breathing heavier as you press kisses on his neck. "T-then, um..." he sighs, trying to focus through the sensation of your lips against his skin. "You started... moving lower, your hands and mouth down my chest... and then my stomach..."

He lets out a sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as your hand strokes his abs and your lips leave soft kisses on his neck, dusting his skin with pretty pinky marks. "Mmm, keep doing that," he murmured, his voice a little gruff. "It feels... really, really good."

“Keep talking about the dream, or I’ll stop,” you tease, smirking.

Fuck. Either he’s dreaming again, and today is only Thursday or he’s gotta be the luckiest man on Earth, he thinks, letting out a soft, breathy chuckle —a moan, if you squint your ears—, his eyes opening slightly. "Fine, fine... but keep going," he mumbles weakly, his tone laced with a hint of huskiness. "You were moving lower... and lower... and then... you reached my waist." His throat bobs, and you kiss it. He wants to cry. The thought of you stopping almost makes him, but he keeps talking, just like you asked. "You pulled my pants off, leaving me in my boxers," the dream seems almost tangible in the dark pools of his eyes. He can almost taste it, so he licks his lips again, one of his hand fisting the sheets, the other holding you close by your waist, his fingers quickly settling beneath your shirt where you hope he’ll always stay.

"I remember how… your fingers trailed over my thigh," he murmurs softly. "Gentle, but… firm…”

And so you press wet kisses down his chest, happily following the innocent little words that leave his lips —lips you hadn’t want to kiss this bad since, at least, last Friday, but you refrain just to keep listening to him— until you can reach his thigh with your hand. 

Your eyes move to his. Soft, wide, sly. “Like this?”

Yes. No. He’s going to blow in milliseconds. Scratch all that, you have to be a dream. Reality hasn’t felt this good since someone put butter in popcorn. Since he figured out color theory to some extent. He lets out a soft gasp, his breathing quickening. 

"Yes,” he almost moans, “exactly like that."

His hand grips the bedsheet like the poor thing could ever keep him tethered to how your mouth lingers on his collarbone. If this is a dream and he wakes up, he’s catching the first bus and knocking your door of its hinges with the only objective of doing very bad things to you. But when your kisses slow down in intensity, and your hands threaten to leave his blushed skin, he keeps talking. This is real, and if you stop, he’ll start begging. 

"You started kissing," he pants out, "kissing… down my thigh... and then you… started moving... higher."

He pauses, his breathing growing heavier as the next part of the dream unveils in his mind. Hyunjin needs you to keep touching him. "You were right between my legs, your lips just... barely against my skin,” his eyes flutter open, and he has the cutest blush all over his face. You’re going to eat him.

“T-then you… took me in your mouth," he gasps softly, his eyes closing again. "I remember how your tongue felt, how your lips felt-" He winces, because the memory and your touch alone are making him really hard.

He can’t do this. This feels too good. He’s not going to be able to let you go on Sunday afternoon. But then your hand travels down his chest and beneath his blue-striped pj’s, and he’s dead. 

“Keep talking, love,” you grin, kissing his chest as you start stroking him, moving your hand up and down.

He lets out a low moan, his body involuntarily bucking against your touch. "A-ah... I'm... trying..." he whines quietly, his voice growing huskier by the second. "Y-You were... um-" He trails off, now rendered unable to form a coherent thought, the sensation of your touch scrambling his brain.

"You... you were moving... up and down," Hyunjin tries to speak, but his words are cut off by a moan. His breathing is heavy and his chest rieses and falls rapidly. He can’t even look at you anymore; his eyes are shut tight, his head pressed against the pillow, blushing all over as he squirms underneath you.

"I... I don't...don't know how much...longer I can...can keep doing this," he admits in a low, ragged voice. "I... I need..." he attempts to say something, but the words just don’t come out. "Please, I… I need..." he pleads softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your hand slows down. You have the desperate need to fuck him senseless. Desperate, submissive Hyunjin is a rare sight, and you want to cover him up in pink hickeys. 

“The dream, love. Keep talking, mhh?”

He lets out a low, soft whine as your hand slows down, his eyes clenched shut. "Oh…a-ah, okay," he whispers, trying to regain his composure. The feeling of your touch is driving him crazy, but he knows he has to stay focused, because this feels too good to stop now. 

"You were... you were moving so... so slowly, and... and it was driving me insane." His eyes are like crescent moons, cheeky drops of sweat shining on his forehead, and on his pink-coloured chest. "I... I wanted more... but you were teasing me so much" he murmurs, his voice growing more desperate by the second. "I wanted to... grab you and... and just-" He groans in frustration, unable to find the words. "I wanted... I needed..." he chokes out, whimpering, struggling through the fog of pleasure. "God... it's so hard to think..."

Teasing him comes off naturally. Just looking at him makes you want to lean and bite his cheek. Instead you snicker, smirking. 

“Oh, poor baby. Feel so good, he can’t even think.”

Surely, you weren’t expecting the embarrassingly needy whine he lets out, his face flushed with pleasure. "Y-Yes," he murmurs softly, his arm moving to cover his eyes and how his blush turns deeper in colour, his voice heavy with desire. "A-and... and it's all your fault."

God. Your legs would give out if you were standing. His muscles flex as he tries to hide his face, kind of, and the fact that you know he’s far too gone to be consciously showing off only makes you hornier. Pleasure looks so good on Hyunjin, you can’t help but need more, as you start stroking him slightly faster. “That’s a pity,” you whisper with a smile. “Feels good, yeah?”

He groans, his hips instinctively bucking against your touch. "Y-Yeah," he breathes out weakly, his voice strained. "It feels... so good."

“Wonderful,” you grin, eyes so dark Hyunjin believes they might’ve just turned black. “Keep talking, then, love. What happened next?”

His body dares to tremble with pleasure as you continue, his breathing ragged and uneven. "You..." he trails off, trying to find the words to speak. "You... moved your mo.. a-ah, mouth away... but you... oh, God, y-you replaced it with..." he lets out a moan, his breath hitching as you continue your slow ministrations, “you replaced it with your hand... and..." He swallows hard, trying to find the words through the pleasure, "a-and you were... slow... and gentle..." he manages to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Just like this?” you whisper too.

The feeling of your touch is driving him wild. 

"Yes," he whimpers, almost sheepishly. "Just... just like that."

He’s struggling to keep his mind clear, the pleasure almost overwhelming him. "Please..." he whines, his voice hoarse and needy. "I need... I need..."

Your eyes look into his, but you only find dark tones of brown that scream at you to keep going. “Focus, love,” you smile. “The dream, mhh?”

He struggles to speak, already feeling like it’s hard to think straight. "Y-You... you started to... speed up..." he whispers, his voice raw with desire. "And... and it felt so... so good,” he breathes heavily, “a-and then, you… ” He groans softly, his whole body trembling as he envisions the scene play out in his mind once more. "Y-You... you lowered yourself onto me..." he blinks slowly, his eyes locking onto yours, his voice heavy with lust. "And... and it felt... so good... so perfect..."

He inhales sharply, his heart feeling like it might just leap out of his chest. "You... you started... moving slowly... and... and I-" He lets out a low, guttural moan, his body arching towards your touch instinctively. "God... it feels... so good... so good... I can't think straight... I-I need you... I need you, flower... please…”

You kiss his thigh, to which he lets out a soft moan at the feel of your kiss, his body trembling with need. You’re going to cave, you know you will, but watching him like this is an addiction you don’t want to let go off just yet. “Does the dream keep going too long?”

"N-Not much longer," he sighs weakly, his voice strained with desire. "I am... I w-was so close... I-" He pants, the memory of the dream playing out in his mind. "I was so... I was so close to..." he confesses, his voice thick with lust. "But just before I could... you... you stopped."

And almost cheekily, your hand stopped, teasing. “I… edged you?”

Hyunjin is pretty sure he’s dead at this point. His body trembles, pliant and undone, eyes glassy with surrender as he floats deeper into that delicious haze —where time blurs and sensation reigns. Every word from you felt like silk and command wrapped in fire, and he clings to it like a lifeline, like prayer. His voice is barely a whisper now, rough with need, as he chokes out, "N-no… please, flower." Not out of pride, but desperation —because in this state, he isn’t thinking, only feeling, and everything he feels is you. Every nerve begs to be touched, praised, claimed—each second without your hands, your voice, your rhythm, feels like air slipping through his lungs. He’s gone, truly gone, and the only thing tethering him to reality is the gravity of your control and the aching, raw hunger to please keep going.

You coo at him, leaning against him to kissing his cheek, “You’re doing so good, love. Keep going, for me?” He nods softly, and you smile, softly pressing your lips against his. 

“And then?” You smile, resuming your slow pace with your hand.

His body responds immediately, his back arching as he let out a low moan. "Y-You..." he fails to speak, his words lost in a pool of desire. "You... you kept going... and... and it was so... s’good... but it was... frustrating... to be so... close... but not... not quite there yet..."

His body is shaking with need, his breath coming in short gasps as he struggles to speak. "Please," he begs softly, his voice a mix between a whine and a whisper. "Please... I need you… please… make me-"

Your tongue against his length weakens him in ways he never thought possible before, and when he finds your eyes glued to his, he’s sure his eyes tear up in pleasure. 

“Keep talking, love.”

He lets out a strangled moan. "Oh... oh god..." he moans again, his voice broken by pleasure. "T-too good... I… it's so... hard to... to keep… speaking..."

“C’mon, love,” you smirk. “You want me to keep going, don’t you? You just have to keep talking about the dream.”

He’s wrecked—gasping, trembling, eyes glazed as he blinks down at you like he can’t remember how to exist without your touch. "Yes... yes... please... don't stop..." he mumbles, his voice strained with need. "The dream, I'll... I'll keep talking..."

Hyunjin takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to compose himself as so to keep on talking. "So...  you k-kept going... and... and I was so close... so close... but it wasn't enough..." He sweats and blushes with need, his mind blurry as he struggles to focus on the words. "I was… I couldn't... couldn't handle it any longer...”

His toned body arches against you as he feels himself nearing the edge. "Please... please... I need you, flower... I need you so badly..." he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please... please, I can't take it anymore..."

You’re caving. You want to see him come. “How did the dream end, love?”

He lets out a strangled moan as you start kissing him, the touch of your lips sending sparks of pleasure through his body. "I... I don't...I don't remember..." he whines, his voice thick. "It all gets... it gets too hazy... I just remember feeling too... too pent up... too needy..."

“And then you woke up?”

He nods, a low, shaky laugh escaping his lips. "Yeah... I woke up... and I was so... so frustrated," he pants, his voice heavy with the echo of unfulfilled desire.

You blink. The smirk that takes over your lips makes Hyunjin shiver. “Love, did you… relieve yourself… thinking about me that morning?” 

His cheeks grow hotter, his expression turning more sheepish. "Yes... I… I did," he confesses in a hushed tone. "I couldn't help it... you were all I could think about." The memory of that morning is still vivid in his mind. "I was thinking about you... your touch... your voice... your body..." he murmurs, his voice growing huskier with every word.

“And you were touching yourself, just like this?”

He can’t help but moan at your words, his body responding instinctively to the mention of what he has done. He feels like he has been caught, and the way you’re looking at him threatens to send him over the edge. "Yes... just like this..." he nods, gulping. "I was... imagining your hands on me... just like this… and I... I couldn't stop thinking about you... thinking about what you would do to me..." he admits, his voice reeling in desire, almost rolling off his tongue. 

Mesmerized, you speed up, watching him squirm and gasp, his body arching towardsyour touch as the pleasure intensifies. "Oh... oh god... yes, yes..." he moans, his eyes closing tightly as he feels himself getting closer and closer. "Don't…” He groans softly, his hand gripping the bedsheets again. "Please... please, I can't... I can't hold back any longer..." he pleads, his voice sunken in sheer pleasure. 

“Tell me, love. Where you thinking about that when you called me that day?”

He swallows hard, his breath coming in short gasps as he remembered the memory. "Y-Yes," he managed to say, his voice ragged with desire. "I... I couldn't help it... you... your voice… it brought e-everything back... a-and I... I tried to keep my composure... but I couldn't... I couldn't keep it together..."

“What did you want to do to me, mhh?”

His body almost dares to tremble with need as he remembered the thoughts he had. Hyunjin is shaking, flushed and helpless, lost so deep in the haze he barely knows his own name —just yours. His fingers curl like he’s trying to hold onto reality, but all that comes out from his lips isa desperate, wrecked, tone, as he follows your command. "I... I wanted to touch you... to hold you... to feel you against me... to hear you moan..." he whines, his voice rough with need. "I wanted you so badly... so badly, it was driving me insane."

His breathing turns erratic. He’s going to come, but he wants to make you happy. He wants to hear you allow him. 

"I couldn't... couldn't get you out of my head... I just wanted to... to do things to you..." he gasps, his words fading into the air as he loses himself in the memories. "I wanted to... to feel you... to taste you... to hear you moan my name..."

His lips part around a soft, broken sound, eyes barely open, glazed with need and devotion. He’s trembling under your hands, breath shallow, voice cracked as he whispers, "I wanted... I wanted you so bad... I couldn't focus on anything else... I could only think about you... about your touch... about how good it felt when you-" He gasped, cutting himself off as the memory flared back up, leaving him breathless. "God... I could barely... barely concentrate on anything else... though I was… going crazy..."

He lets out a low, shaky moan, his body trembling uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure consume him. "That's... that's why it was so hard... so hard..." he whimpers, his words interrupted by soft gasps as he felt himself teetering on the edge. "It was so hard to... to talk... to talk to you... and not... not think about... a-about…!”

His whole body tenses beneath you, a helpless shudder rolling through him as the pressure builds past the point of return. His fingers twist in the sheets —desperate, frantic—, trying to hold onto something solid while the rest of him falls apart. Then he lets out a moan, deep and broken, the kind that seems to rise straight from his soul, and you take him into your mouth fully, slowly, as if savoring the moment just as much as he is unraveling in it. And when he finally comes —spilling over with a cry that sounds half like your name, half like prayer— you don’t flinch. You stay, mouth warm, accepting, steady, anchoring him as he shakes and gasps and loses himself entirely in you. You feel the way he melts, undone and wrecked and utterly yours, and you don’t let go until his body stops trembling, until he’s all quiet panting and reverent touch, eyes dazed, still somewhere between the high and the afterglow.

His mind goes blank for a moment as the intensity of the sensation overwhelms him. As he slowly comes back down to Earth, he looks down at you with a dazed expression on his face, his breathing ragged and labored. "Y-You..." he whispers, his voice barely audible. "Y-You're... God, flower, I missed you.."

You merely swallow, licking your lips and smile. “I missed you too, love.”

His body still trembles with the aftermath of his climax. You cuddle against him, fixing his hair, kissing his temple with a smile. 

“Want me to fetch a damp towel, love?” you whisper. “I know you don’t like sleeping all sweaty.”

Watching him nod, soft and dazed, like his whole body has finally let go, you smile and brush a hand over his cheek. He lets out a big, shuddering sigh —the kind that seemed to empty every last bit of tension from his chest— and his eyes flutter shut, peaceful in that quiet, golden moment. You move and lean down to kiss him —slow, lingering. He kisses you back with a hum, too blissed-out to speak, but full of everything he wants to say. With one last stroke of your thumb across his jaw, you slip away for a moment, careful not to wake him from the soft place he’s landed in.

When you come back with the damp towel, he’s still lying there, loose-limbed and beautiful, the rise and fall of his chest steady, calm. You lean beside him, murmuring something gentle as you began to clean him up, slow and careful, like a ritual. He barely moves—just lets you care for him, eyes fluttering open now and then to meet mine with that same look he always gives you in these moments: trust, tenderness, and something so deep you’re not quite sure it has a name. not in any language you know, at least. 

We speak of the experience of an encounter as that which can appear before us without our expecting it. It can change our course, it can transform us. It is the novelty that happens to us and then inhabits us. Two paths that cross. Two people that miss the bus at the same time.

What happens when we fall in love? Is it simply a matter of wanting what we don't have, or of wanting it because it seems forbidden? We consider it more interesting to think of it as a set of forces united in a singularity that challenges us, that summons us. One of those things that make us fall in love with someone. In Hyunjin’s case, the colour of your eyes could haunt him in his sleep, and he would forever be grateful for it. Or your smile, and how it lights up the room.

A smile is something that happens between two people. It is a gesture that begins and ends in the gaze of the other, of the person who may feel trapped, invoked, questioned, stolen by that smile. It does not belong to someone. It does not belong to its owner, but is a ‘between’ the two. It takes place in a relationship of one with the other. There is something in that smile that unites, in the same group, everything that has to do with us. Like in that moment when one is frightened and sees one's life flash before one's eyes, only in this case, one sees the life we would have with the person in front of us, reflected in the brightness of their irises.

Who are we afterwards? Are we the same? What happens inside us when we encounter forces, affinities, nuances, tones, and colours that we never expected, but which become everything we desire? It is a question of thinking about the displacement that occurs. When love crosses us, there is a swaying from side to side, a foreshadowing of the transformation to come when these two people collide. This love is only possible because of the tension that makes it unsolvable: a tension between who we are and who we are not, between presence and absence. An encounter from which we emerge changed.

Or not. Maybe the world still spins as usual —but for Hyunjin, with you by his side, it hums in a different key. One composed entirely of music, comfort, and dreams he no longer has to imagine alone.

And as his head touches the pillow —the cold side, after flipping it around—, he passes his arm over your waist and pulls you closer.  

Tomorrow, Saturday morning, he will make sure to pay you back, but right now, Hyunjin is sure.

He loves Friday nights.

[★★{📕}★★]

~kats, who’s new vocal stim is from sade’s kiss of life, “there must’ve been an angel by my side.” (and yes, I am aware that today isn't Friday. sue me)

catiuskaa, june 2025 ©

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Boyfriend Stories with Hyunjin ⋆˚꩜｡

genre: fluff! idol hyunjin x reader, instagram stories of your boyfriend Hwang Hyunjin

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HYUNJIN | WORSHIPED CURVES

PAIRING: Hyunjin! x F!Chubby!reader

CONTENT: 18+ Only, Explicit Content, smut, body worship, oral sex, creampie..

Only for adults (18+). If any of this is offensive to you or if you're under 18, please don't view it! All based on fictional events, none of this is real.

SUMMARY: What if Hyunjin worshiped you like a curvy goddess? You prepare a secret dinner to reconnect, but your insecurities about your voluptuous body threaten the night. Hyunjin, amid moans and raw confessions, chooses you above all else. Adoring every curve of your body.

You looked at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the black lace of your lingerie. It wasn't the kind of set you usually wore; it was provocative, with a push-up bra that enhanced your generous breasts, and lace panties that clung to your wide hips, hugging your round ass and thick thighs like a second skin. You knew you didn't fit the Korean ideal of ethereal slimness—you weren't like those slender idols parading on variety shows or the fans screaming Hyunjin's name at concerts. Your body was curvy, with hips that swayed when you walked, thighs that brushed softly together as you moved, and an ass that filled your jeans in a way that sometimes made you feel exposed. But Hyunjin... oh, Hyunjin drove you crazy with the way he looked at you, as if every inch of you was a work of art. Still, on nights like this, insecurities lurked: he was Hwang Hyunjin, the famous idol from Stray Kids, with millions of admirers dreaming of him. What if one day he preferred someone more "perfect"?

You shook your head, determined not to let those thoughts ruin the night. This romantic dinner was your way of reconnecting, of reminding him—and yourself—that your connection was real, deep. You slipped on a tight black dress over the lingerie: short sleeves, a V-neckline that hinted at the lace underneath, and a skirt that fell to mid-thigh, accentuating your curves without being too obvious. It was sexy, elegant, with a touch of mystery. You painted your lips a bit, adding gloss over them—you knew that would drive your boyfriend wild—and did smoky eyes. You sprayed perfume on your neck and wrists, a floral and musky scent you knew he loved.

The apartment you shared with Hyunjin—in secret, away from the paparazzi's eyes—was impeccable. You'd spent the afternoon preparing everything: scented candles lit on the dining table, rose petals scattered on the floor, and a dinner you'd cooked with love. Creamy pasta carbonara, with a fresh salad and an Italian red wine you'd discovered on your last trip. Soft jazz music floated from the speaker, creating an intimate atmosphere. You glanced at the clock: Hyunjin would arrive any moment from his rehearsal with the group. Your heart pounded with anticipation. You wanted this night to be perfect, for him to see how much you loved him... and maybe, for him to adore you like only he knew how.

The sound of the door pulled you from your thoughts. Hyunjin entered, his black hair slightly tousled by the Seoul wind, his leather jacket hanging from one shoulder, and that tired but genuine smile he reserved only for you.

-Baby... what's this incredible smell- he said, dropping his bag and approaching you with long strides. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, lingering on the dress that hugged your hips.

-God, you look... stunning. All this for me?

You blushed, feeling a tingle on your skin under his gaze.

-I wanted to surprise you. You've been so busy with rehearsals and promotions... I thought you deserved a night just for us.

You took his hand and led him to the table, pouring the wine into elegant glasses. Hyunjin sat down, but he didn't stop looking at you, his eyes tracing the curves of your body as if memorizing them.

-Surprise me? You've left me speechless- he murmured, taking a sip of wine and reaching out to caress your arm.

-This dress... it highlights everything I love about you. Your hips, your thighs... Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you do to me.- His voice was low, husky, already tinged with desire.

He knew about your insecurities; you'd confessed them one night, curled up in his arms, admitting how comparisons to Korean women hurt you. Hyunjin always reassured you, not with empty words, but with actions that made you feel like a goddess.

You dined slowly, chatting about his day: him telling you funny anecdotes about the guys, you laughing and serving him more pasta.

The wine flowed, warming your veins, and the sexual tension grew with every stolen glance. Hyunjin couldn't stop touching you—a hand on your thigh under the table, brushing the smooth skin where the skirt ended.

-You know, baby, every time I'm on stage with all those fans screaming... I just think about coming home to you. To this. To you.- His fingers crept a little higher, pressing gently against your thick thigh, feeling the firm, soft flesh.

-There's no one like you.

You felt a heat rise through your body, a mix of excitement and desire.

-Really? Sometimes I worry... with all those perfect admirers...- But he interrupted you with a soft kiss on your hand, his dark eyes fixed on yours.

-Stop worrying. Tonight, I'm going to show you exactly how much I adore every part of you. Your big thighs that wrap around me when I ride you, your wide hips that I grab when I fuck you... Everything- His voice turned cruder, promising, and the air between you charged with electricity.

After dinner, Hyunjin stood up and scooped you into his arms, carrying you to the living room sofa. He sat you on his lap, his hands already exploring under the dress, brushing the black lingerie.

-Take this off slowly- he whispered. -I want to see you. I want to adore you like you deserve.

You felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine as you sat on Hyunjin's lap on the wide, soft living room sofa.

The wine still warmed your blood, and the way he looked at you—with those dark, hungry eyes—made you feel exposed, desired.

-Take this off slowly- he had whispered, referring to the black dress that clung to your curves like a promise. You nodded, biting your lower lip, and lifted yourself slightly so he could help. His hands, warm and sure, slid up your thighs, brushing the skirt upward.

-Let me do it, love- murmured Hyunjin, his voice husky and laden with desire. His fingers hooked the hem of the dress, lifting it inch by inch, first revealing your thick, smooth thighs, which he adored with a reverent gaze.

-Fuck, look at these thighs... So big, so perfect. I want to bite them, lick them, feel how they squeeze me when I have you between my legs.- His words were crude, explicit, but spoken with such adoration that they dispelled any shadow of insecurity. He knew what you felt—that constant comparison to the Korean ideal of slimness—and he fought it with every syllable, turning your "flaws" into his favorite fetishes.

The dress rose higher, exposing your wide hips and the black lace panties that sank slightly into your soft skin.

Hyunjin moaned softly, his hands now on your hips, squeezing the flesh firmly but tenderly.

-Your hips... God, they're so wide, so feminine. I love grabbing them when I fuck you, feeling how they move against me. There's nothing sexier than this, baby. You're my goddess; you make my cock hard just looking at you.

He helped you pull the dress over your head, tossing it aside, leaving you in the black lingerie.

Your breasts overflowed slightly from the bra, and your soft abdomen, not flat like a model's, curved gracefully toward your hips.

Hyunjin laid you back gently on the sofa, kneeling between your legs to adore you up close.

He started with soft kisses on your neck, descending to your shoulders.

-Your skin is so soft, so warm... I adore how it smells like you, like that perfume that makes me want to devour you.- His lips brushed the cleavage, kissing the tops of your breasts while his hands unclasped the bra with ease.

When he removed it, your generous tits were exposed, nipples hardening in the cool air.

-Look at these perfect tits. Big, soft, with nipples that get hard just for me. I want to suck them until you moan my name.- And he did: his mouth closed around one nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud while his hand massaged the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. You arched your back, a moan escaping your lips.

-Hyunjin... oh, God, that feels so good- you whispered, your hands tangling in his black, silky hair. He looked up, his eyes shining with lust and love.

-Good, because I'm not done. I want to adore every fucking part of you. Your insecurities end here, tonight. You're mine, and I'm going to show you why I choose you over anyone else.

His kisses trailed down your abdomen, licking the soft, slightly curved skin.

-This belly... so sexy, so feminine. So real, soft, perfect for kissing.- His lips pressed against it, leaving a trail of wet kisses, while his hands lowered to your hips, squeezing again.

-And these wide hips... Fuck, I imagine grabbing them while I penetrate you deep, feeling how they sway. You make me so horny, love.

You felt a wave of heat between your legs, your pussy wetting under the panties. Hyunjin noticed, smiling mischievously as his fingers traced the edge of the lace. He went lower, kissing your inner thighs, nibbling the thick, soft flesh.

-These big thighs... God, I adore them. I want them to crush my head when I eat your pussy. They're so juicy, so strong. They make me want to fuck you all night.

His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, leaving light marks, while his hands spread your legs with gentle but firm force.

Finally, he reached your ass. He turned you slightly on the sofa, positioning you so your backside was exposed, and massaged it with both hands, squeezing the round, firm cheeks.

-Your ass... it's a fucking work of art. Big, round, perfect for spanking or grabbing. I love how it bounces when I ride you from behind. There's nothing that excites me more than this.

He kissed each cheek, licking the curve where it met your thighs, his fingers venturing toward the center, brushing the wet lace covering your pussy.

-Please, Hyunjin... don't stop- you gasped, your body trembling with need. He laughed softly, a deep and sexy sound, and pulled your panties down, exposing your shaved, glistening pussy. The musky aroma filled the air, and Hyunjin inhaled deeply, his eyes darkening.

-Your pussy... it's so beautiful, so wet for me. I adore how it looks, with swollen lips and that clit throbbing just for my kisses.

He leaned in, his hot breath against your skin, and started with slow, deliberate licks. His flat tongue ran over your outer folds, tasting your salty-sweet wetness.

-It tastes like paradise, baby. So juicy, so addictive. I want to drink all of you.

His lips closed around your clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, while two fingers slid inside you, curling to hit that sensitive spot deep within.

You screamed in pleasure, your hips arching against his mouth.

-Hyunjin! Fuck, your tongue... you're driving me crazy. Don't stop, please, suck me harder.

He obeyed, his tongue swirling around your clit in quick circles, alternating with suctions that made you see stars. His fingers pumped inside you, stretching your tight, wet pussy, the obscene sound of your arousal filling the room.

-You're so tight, so hot... I adore how your pussy squeezes my fingers, imagining it's my cock. I'm going to make you cum like this, love, with my mouth on your perfect pussy.

The pleasure built in your belly, waves of ecstasy coursing through you as he devoured your pussy with devotion.

Hyunjin didn't rush; he licked every fold, sucked your swollen clit, and occasionally kissed your inner thighs, murmuring explicit praises.

-Your juices are driving me crazy. You're so wet, so delicious... Cum for me. I want to feel how your pussy contracts in my mouth.

His words, combined with the expert suction, pushed you over the edge. You exploded in an intense orgasm, your big thighs trembling around his head, your pussy pulsing against his tongue as you screamed his name.

Hyunjin lifted his head, his lips glistening with your juices, a satisfied smile on his face.

-That's it, love. You're amazing. But tonight is just beginning... I want to adore you more, fuck you until you forget any insecurity.

You were still panting, your body trembling from the orgasm Hyunjin had wrung from you with his expert mouth.

He straightened up, licking his lips with a wolfish smile, his eyes roaming your naked, curvy form like it was a feast.

-Fuck, seeing you cum like that has me on the edge- he murmured, his voice deep and obscene.

-Now it's my turn to use that body I adore. Your big thighs... they're going to be my paradise tonight.- He stood from the sofa, his hands going to the buttons of his shirt, undressing with deliberate slowness that reignited your desire.

First, he removed his shirt, revealing his slender but toned torso—the abs marked by hours of dance rehearsals, the firm chest and strong arms that had carried you so many times. You couldn't stop staring, your pussy still throbbing with residual pleasure.

-God, Hyunjin, hurry up, I want to feel you- you whispered, extending a hand to touch his warm skin.

He laughed, a low and dirty sound.

-Patience, baby. I want you to see how hard you make me. Look at this cock... it's already dripping for you.

He unbuckled his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, freeing his thick, veiny member. It was erect, the head swollen and glistening with pre-cum, curving slightly upward.

It was big, not monstrous, but enough to fill you completely, and you felt a new gush of wetness between your legs just from seeing it.

Hyunjin stroked himself once, slow and deliberate, spreading the pre-cum along his length.

-This cock is yours, love. But first, I'm going to fuck those big thighs that drive me crazy. I want to feel how they squeeze me, how your wet pussy soaks me as I slide between them.

You bit your lip, aroused by his obscene words. He positioned you on the sofa, laying you on your side so your thick, soft thighs were together, creating a perfect channel between them.

He knelt behind you, his hot cock pressing against the inner flesh of your thighs.

The sensation was immediate and intense: your soft, warm skin enveloping his shaft, the light but tight friction as he thrust experimentally.

-Fuck... Your thighs are so soft. They feel like a tight pussy around my cock. Squeeze them harder, love, make me feel like I'm really fucking you.

You obeyed, contracting your muscles, feeling how your big thighs closed around his cock, trapping it in a warm, fleshy grip.

The pressure was delicious—for him, it was like sliding into a wet, tight tunnel; for you, it was the pulsing warmth of his member rubbing against your sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure to your nearby pussy.

Hyunjin moaned, starting to move, his hips thrusting forward and back in a slow rhythm at first. Each thrust made the head of his cock brush against the outer lips of your pussy, picking up your growing wetness.

-Shit, you're so wet... I feel how your pussy is dripping juices onto my cock. You're soaking me.

You gasped, feeling exactly that: your vagina contracting with every movement, releasing more moisture that dripped between your thighs, lubricating his cock and making the slide obscene and slippery.

The sound of skin against skin, wet and rhythmic, filled the room, mixed with their moans.

-Hyunjin... it feels so good. Your cock is so hot between my thighs. You're making me wetter, fuck... I want you to fuck me like this until you cum.

Your words were just as obscene, fueling the fire between you. He sped up, his hands gripping your wide hips to steady himself, squeezing the soft flesh as he thrust harder.

-Oh, love, these thighs... they're perfect for fucking. Big, juicy, squeezing my cock like they don't want to let go. And your pussy... I feel it throbbing so close, soaking me. I'm going to cum between them, mark you with my semen, and then I'm going to shove my cock into that wet pussy.- His words were crude, dirty, but loaded with adoration—each word reinforced how much he loved your curves, how your "non-normative" thighs excited him more than any slender ideal.

The sensation intensified: for you, it was the constant pressure of his thick cock sliding between your thighs, brushing your swollen clit every now and then, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Your skin heated up with the friction, your thighs trembling slightly as you squeezed them tighter, feeling every vein and pulse of his member.

For Hyunjin, it was paradise—the soft but firm grip, the wetness from your pussy dripping over him, making his cock shine and slide with ease.

-Fuck, yes... Squeeze more, baby. I feel how your pussy is wetting my cock. You're such a sexy slut... Don't stop.

The rhythm became frantic, his hips crashing against your round ass with each thrust. You felt your own excitement building again, your pussy contracting empty, longing to be filled.

-Hyunjin, you're killing me! Cum, please, mark my thighs with your semen.

He grunted, his movements erratic now, the pleasure building at his base.

-Shit... I'm cumming! Take my semen- With a guttural moan, he came, his cock pulsing between your thighs, hot jets of semen spreading across your inner skin, dripping downward and mixing with your wetness.

The sensation was intense for both: the sticky heat of his release covering your thighs, sliding toward your pussy, while he kept thrusting gently to milk every drop.

But Hyunjin wasn't done. Still hard, with his cock covered in semen and your juices, he turned you quickly, positioning you between his open legs.

-I'm going to shove this dirty cock in your pussy and fill you for real.-Without waiting, he pushed inside you, his thick member stretching your tight, wet pussy.

The penetration was deep, slippery from the semen and your arousal; you screamed in pleasure as you felt him fill you completely.

He started fucking you with powerful thrusts, his hands on your wide hips, adoring every movement.

-Fuck, your pussy squeezes me so well..

Hyunjin thrust deep inside you. Each thrust was an obscene reminder of their union: the slippery heat of his previous release mixing with your abundant juices, creating a delicious friction that made both of you moan.

But he wanted more, he wanted to see you in all your glory, to adore that big ass that obsessed him.

-Fuck babe your pussy feels incredible like this, but I want to see you on all fours- he growled, his voice husky and dirty as he withdrew momentarily, his cock shining with your shared mixture.

-I want to fuck you from behind, watch that round ass bounce, squeeze it and spank it until you scream my name.

You gasped, your body still trembling with pleasure, but desire drove you to obey. You turned on the sofa, positioning yourself on all fours, your knees sinking into the soft cushions and your ass rising in the air like an invitation.

Your wide hips and thick thighs stretched out before him, your pussy exposed and dripping, with traces of white semen peeking from your swollen lips.

Hyunjin positioned himself behind you, his hands immediately going to your ass, massaging it with admiration.

-Look at this ass... So big, so perfect- His palms squeezed the firm cheeks, spreading them slightly to see your glistening pussy, and he gave a playful spank to one cheek, the sound echoing in the room along with your moans.

-Oh, Hyunjin... Yes, spank me more. I love it- you murmured, arching your back to push back, inviting him.

He didn't hesitate: he aligned his cock with your entrance, the swollen head pressing against your slippery folds, and thrust in with one fluid motion.

The penetration was deep, his member filling you completely, the previous semen acting as extra lubricant, making it slide with ease.

-Fuck...Feel that? My semen is already inside you, mixing with your juices.

The rhythm started slow but powerful, his hips crashing against your ass with each thrust, making your cheeks bounce deliciously.

You felt every inch of his cock: the thickness stretching you, the pulsing heat of his length rubbing against your inner walls.

As he sped up, the mixture began to form—a thick, white cream, made from his semen and the copious juices of your aroused pussy, accumulating around the base of his cock.

Every time he partially withdrew, it was visible: creamy, sticky threads connecting his member to your lips, dripping down your inner thighs.

-Look at this... Fuck, your pussy is creating a perfect cream with my semen. It looks so dirty, so hot... Feel how it slips, how it makes me fuck you deeper.

You looked over your shoulder, panting, and saw what he described: his cock going in and out, covered in that white, foamy cream, the wet, squelching sound intensifying with each thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming; your pussy contracted around him, squeezing, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

-Hyunjin, I want more. Spank my ass, squeeze it... Fuck me harder.

Hyunjin grunted, his hands gripping your cheeks firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft, abundant flesh.

-This ass is mine. So big, so fucking sexy... I'm going to spank it until it's red, while I fill you with my cock- He raised a hand and delivered a firm spank to one cheek, the impact making your skin ripple and a burning heat spread across your backside.

You screamed in pleasure mixed with delicious pain, your pussy contracting harder around his cock, squeezing out the cream that now dripped down your thighs.

He alternated: strong squeezes that left finger marks, rhythmic spanks that synced with his thrusts.

-Fuck, how your ass bounces when I spank you...

The rhythm became frantic, his hips pounding hard, the sofa creaking beneath you. You felt the semen inside you shifting with each penetration, the accumulated cream making everything more slippery, more intense, the slap of his balls against your swollen clit.

-Yes, Hyunjin! Spank my ass more... You're driving me crazy, fuck... Cum inside me.

He spanked you again, harder, his hand leaving a pink mark on your cheek, while he squeezed the other possessively.

-I can't hold back anymore, love... Your pussy is squeezing me too tight... I'm cumming!- With a roar, he thrust deep one last time, his cock pulsing inside you, releasing hot jets of semen that mixed with the previous load, filling you completely.

The sensation was explosive; you felt the heat flooding you, the cream overflowing now, dripping from your lips as your own orgasm hit you, your pussy contracting around him, milking every drop.

-Yes, take all my semen!... Feel how I fill you.- He kept thrusting gently, prolonging the pleasure, his hands now massaging your spanked ass with tenderness, kissing your back as you both collapsed in a tangle of sweaty, satisfied bodies.

He withdrew slowly from inside you, a final thread of white cream—that obscene mixture of his semen and your juices—connecting his softening cock to your still-throbbing pussy.

You felt a warm emptiness when he pulled out, but the heat of his release inside you was comforting, a tangible reminder of how much he had marked you.

Hyunjin turned you gently, pulling you into his arms so you were curled against his chest, his hands tracing soft, adoring caresses along your back.

-Baby... That was incredible- he murmured, his voice now soft, hoarse from exhaustion but full of tenderness.

He kissed your forehead, then your lips, a slow and deep kiss that contrasted with the crudeness of moments before.

-Your body... I have no words. You're a goddess, love. No one makes me feel like this.

His fingers traced lazy patterns on your wide hips, massaging the still-sensitive skin where he had left pink marks from his spanks. It wasn't just lust; it was pure adoration, a way of telling you without words that your curves—those that sometimes made you doubt—were his favorite obsession.

You curled closer, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

The orgasm had left you trembling, but now, in his arms, a warm peace enveloped you.

-Hyunjin... Sometimes I worry, you know... with your life as an idol, all those perfect fans, and my body not fitting that Korean mold. But tonight... you've erased all that- Your eyes filled with soft tears, not of sadness but of emotion, and he kissed them away, his lips brushing your eyelids with reverence.

-Listen to me- he said, propping himself up slightly to look into your eyes, his hands now on your face, cradling it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

-Your insecurities are lies the world has put in your head. I choose you every day—your big thighs that wrap around me, your wide hips that I grab when I fuck you, your round ass that makes me lose my mind. I don't want anyone else. You're real, voluptuous, and fuck, you make my cock hard just thinking about it. But more than that, I love you for who you are. Tonight was about showing you that, adoring you like you deserve.- His words were crude in their honesty, dispelling any remaining doubt like mist in the sun.

You smiled, a warm blush rising to your cheeks, and kissed him again, your hands exploring his toned chest.

-I love you, Hyunjin. Thank you for making me feel this way... like my body is perfect just as it is.

You moved together to the floor, spreading out a soft blanket nearby, and he covered you with his body, not for more sex, but for gentle intimacy.

His lips found your neck, kissing the curves of your shoulders, descending to your breasts to lick the still-sensitive nipples softly, but with tenderness now, not urgency.

-Feel this- he whispered, his hands massaging your soft abdomen and thighs, rubbing the dried semen from before with gentle caresses.

-Every part of you is mine to adore, not just in passion, but in moments like this.

You stayed like that for what seemed like hours, whispering about future dreams—secret trips, nights like this stolen from the chaos of his idol life—while the forgotten wine cooled on the table and the candles flickered until they went out.

Hyunjin wrapped you in his arms, his softened cock pressing innocently against your thigh, a subtle reminder of your connection.

-Promise me you'll never doubt again- he said, kissing your hair.

-You're my everything, baby. My muse, my lover, my home.

-I promise- you replied, closing your eyes with a satisfied smile.