ahhh that zb1 ask of the idol crush looking damn good and walking past their table at awards was scrumdillyumptious! perchance, could the same prompt be applied to skz?
Stray Kids When Their Idol Crush Looks Too Good Walking Past Their Table at an Award Show
Chan is deep in conversation with the members, but the second you step into his line of vision, he completely loses his train of thought. His mouth parts slightly as he watches you glide past their table, looking effortlessly stunning under the stage lights. He blinks rapidly, trying to compose himself, but Felix nudges him with a knowing smirk.
"Hyung, you good?"
"Yeah," he clears his throat, sitting up straighter. "I just—wow."
Seungmin snorts. "Real smooth."
Chan can only chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck, but his eyes keep flickering back to you when he thinks no one is watching.
Lee Know
Minho is casually sipping his drink, effortlessly cool as always—until he sees you. His grip on the cup tightens slightly, and his eyes subtly follow your every movement as you pass by.
Felix catches him staring and wiggles his eyebrows. "Hyung, you’re looking a little too focused."
Minho scoffs, rolling his shoulders back. "I’m just appreciating good visuals."
"Uh-huh," Hyunjin teases. "Then why do you look like you just forgot how to blink?"
Minho clicks his tongue and looks away with a smirk, but the slight pink in his ears betrays him.
Changbin
Changbin is laughing at something Han said when he notices you approaching. The laughter dies in his throat, and suddenly, he’s hyper-aware of everything—his posture, his expression, even his breathing.
"Earth to Binnie," Han waves a hand in front of his face.
Changbin doesn’t respond. His brain is buffering as he watches you pass, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. He tries to play it cool, but when you throw a polite smile in their direction, his ears burn red.
Hyunjin snickers. "That was painful to watch."
Changbin glares. "Shut up."
Hyunjin
Hyunjin was already feeling himself that night—perfect hair, perfect outfit, the whole deal. But the moment you walk by, it’s like his world stops. His lips part, and he sits up straighter, subtly adjusting his jacket as if that’ll somehow make him look more composed.
When you glance their way, he meets your eyes for a split second, and suddenly, he’s self-aware in a way he never is. He swears his heart skips a beat.
Felix leans over, whispering, "Hyung, you’re literally blushing."
"Shut up," Hyunjin hisses, clearing his throat and forcing himself to look away. But inside? Absolute meltdown.
Han
Han is in the middle of snacking when he notices you. Unfortunately, he wasn’t prepared for the way you looked that good.
Cue him choking on his food.
Seungmin smacks his back, sighing. "Really? This is how you go out?"
Han coughs, eyes watering slightly. "I—whew—I wasn’t ready, man."
You don’t seem to notice the chaos, just continuing past their table like some ethereal being.
Chan shakes his head, laughing. "You’re never gonna survive if they actually talk to you, huh?"
Han groans. "Don’t remind me."
Felix
Felix was already enjoying the night, but seeing you? That’s a game-changer. His usual sunshine demeanor turns into something softer, almost dazed, as he watches you walk by.
"Whoa," he breathes, eyes locked on you.
Hyunjin catches his expression and grins. "Dude, you look like you just fell in love."
Felix chuckles, rubbing his arm sheepishly. "Can you blame me?"
When you turn slightly and send a small nod of acknowledgment their way, Felix practically melts. His hands go to his face immediately, and he just beams.
"Okay, yeah," he sighs. "I’m doomed."
Seungmin
Seungmin is usually the most composed, but even he isn’t immune. He watches you walk by with an unreadable expression, his fingers tapping lightly against the table.
The only sign of his inner turmoil? The way he subtly swallows and shifts in his seat.
Jeongin grins. "Hyung, your ears are turning red."
Seungmin scoffs. "That’s just the lighting."
"Uh-huh," Han smirks. "And the way you keep staring?"
Seungmin huffs, looking away. "I was just analyzing their stage presence."
But the way his gaze flickers back to you immediately after? Yeah, he’s caught.
I.N
Jeongin thinks he’s prepared for anything—until you casually strut past like you own the place. His confidence takes an instant hit.
He stiffens in his seat, suddenly questioning everything. Should he adjust his tie? Fix his hair? Why does his hand feel awkward just sitting there??
Felix catches him panicking and grins. "You okay, maknae?"
Jeongin lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yep. Totally fine. Just—uh—breathing."
When you glance his way and offer a slight smile, he freezes completely. It takes Seungmin flicking his forehead to snap him out of it.
"Yeah," Jeongin mutters under his breath. "Doomed."
like 1, being good with kids is such a green flag for anyone, like seeing someone get all soft and caring for a little human that’s barely as tall as their legs
but 2, i may just be self indulgent as someone who’s constantly complimented for how good they are with kids
Stray Kids React to You Being Good with Kids
Bang Chan
Soft smile mode activated. He’s already super dad-coded, so seeing you being naturally good with kids just melts him. He'd stand back for a moment, arms crossed over his chest, watching you play with a toddler with the fondest look in his eyes. "You're really good at that," he’d murmur, almost like he's tucking away the thought for the future.
Lee Know
Silently impressed but trying to act cool about it. He’d probably raise an eyebrow, watching you handle a particularly chaotic child with ease. "Huh. So you're good with kids too?" He’d tease, but secretly, his heart would be doing backflips. The image of you being so patient and gentle with a tiny human? Yeah, he’s doomed. Might not say much, but later, you'd catch him sneaking glances at you with a tiny, almost shy smile.
Changbin
Flustered and in awe. He'd immediately start thinking about what it would be like to start a family one day (not that he'd admit it out loud). "You're, uh, really good with them," he’d say, scratching the back of his neck, trying to hide the fact that he's this close to falling even harder for you. He’d probably start playfully competing with you to entertain the kids, just to impress you.
Hyunjin
Heart eyes, heart eyes, heart eyes. He’d straight-up get all dreamy, watching you with a soft expression, as if he’s in a drama and this is the moment he realizes he’s completely in love. He’d probably take pictures of you interacting with the kids because you just look so adorable doing it. Might even say something ridiculously romantic like, “You look like you were made for this.”
Han
Teasing, but also melting inside. He’d pretend to act jealous. "Oh, so you like them more than me now?" But in reality, he’d be watching you with the most endeared expression. Seeing you laugh, be gentle, and entertain the kids so effortlessly? He'd get all giddy and might even join in just to see you smile. Later, he’d probably bring it up randomly like, “By the way, I think it’s really cute how good you are with kids.”
Felix
Absolutely in love with it. He’s already got a naturally nurturing personality, so seeing you interact with kids so sweetly would make his heart burst. He’d join in immediately, helping you with whatever game you’re playing with the kids, exchanging little smiles with you the whole time. Later, he’d hold your hand and say something like, “You’d make an amazing parent someday,” without hesitation.
Seungmin –
Smug but secretly loves it. He’d definitely tease you. “Ah, so you’re a professional babysitter now?” But deep down, he’d be so impressed. The fact that you can keep up with energetic kids without losing your patience? Huge green flag. He might not say much in the moment, but later, he’d casually drop, “You looked really natural with them. It was nice to see.”
I.N
Shy but super fond. He’d probably get all giggly watching you interact with the kids, feeling warm inside. Would definitely nudge you and be like, “They really like you, huh?” with a knowing smile. Seeing how effortlessly you connect with little kids would just add to his admiration for you, and later, he'd be all, “That was really cute. You’re really good with them.”
Every muscle in your legs, your arms, even your fingertips felt like they were burning, screaming at you to stop. But you couldn't.
Not yet. The practice room was empty, except for you and the faint hum of the speaker. Everyone else had left hours ago, but you were still here, running the same choreography over and over, desperate to get it right. Your reflection in the mirror looked as exhausted, as you felt-sweat dripping down your temple, your movements slightly slower than they had been before.
And then, your phone buzzed.
You ignored it.
It buzzed again. And again.
Finally, with a groan, you grabbed your phone from the floor.
You sighed, tossing your phone back down. He was annoying. Really annoying. But he wasn’t wrong. Still, you pushed through another run of the routine, even though your legs wobbled, even though your body felt seconds away from giving out. The song ended. You bent over, hands on your knees, chest rising and falling rapidly.
And then the door of the practice room opened. You turned, expecting maybe another trainee, or your dance instructor coming to tell you to leave. Instead, Seungmin stood in the doorway, a plastic bag in one hand, arms crossed, looking unimpressed.
“You have got to be kidding me,” you muttered.
“Nice to see you too,” he deadpanned, stepping inside. “Here.” He handed the bag to you, and you instinctively took it, blinking in confusion. Inside was a sandwich, neatly wrapped.
“What is this?”
“Food.”
“I can see that. I don’t have time to—”
Seungmin’s eyes narrowed. “Finish that sentence, and I swear I will personally feed you myself.”
You sighed, dropping onto the floor and reluctantly unwrapping the sandwich. The fresh smell of bread, vegetables, and savory fillings hit you immediately, and your stomach betrayed you with a loud growl. Seungmin smirked.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
As you took the first bite, you glanced up at him. “You really didn’t have to come all the way here.”
Seungmin huffed. “Just eat and then you’re going home.”
You took another bite, suddenly feeling… warm. Not just from the food, but from the fact that he cared enough to come here. After a moment, you spoke, voice softer this time. “Thanks.”
Seungmin shrugged. “Whatever.” But you saw the way his ears turned a little red. And somehow, for the first time all day, you didn’t feel so alone.
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: yn finds a new group of friends in her major, so she decides to test the waters even after being skeptical about it.
ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇs: chat I'm switching up the theme of this ff cs I want to. IK IT'S BEEN A MONTH BTW I'M SORRY I'VE HAD WRITERS BLOCK🥹
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨
𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. --> 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 - 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
" if you add the purple and blue nitro together, what does it give you?... anybody..? "
yn chuckled. she had gotten trapped alongside hyunjin talking to this random dude begging for cash. now, she was late for lunch, AND was stuck listening to a fake science lesson.
" man i don't know, you get a bunch of bs. listen dude, we gotta sprint but it was nice talking to you. have a good one hyung! " said hyunjin.
he grabbed yns arm and dragged her to the cafeteria at lightning speed ( he wasn't even going that fast he js has long legs dude.)
" were here! sorry were late, we got science trapped." said hyunjin
" how the- bruh never mind. anyway, whos this?" said the boy with the foxy eyes
" this is yn. shes my new friend! " he nudged yn "yn don't just stand there, say hi! "
she stumbled a bit from the very rude shove she just received.
" hi. "
" shes kinda rude cause' wth u mean she uses no honorfics when talking to elders" said the bunny looking boy with a smirk.
yn looked around. they were a group of seven people at the table, so that means they were a group of eight. to her, they all looked like a bunch of kids, so she figured they were all younger than her.
another boy with short blonde hair smacks the bunny boys back.
" sorry about that! he has no filter. anyway uh hello to you as well yn. im chan, this is changbin, felix, seungmin, minho, jeongin, and jisung. " he said pointing to each one of them.
yn nods, storing that in her memory for later. she pulls out a strawberry milk from thin air and starts drinking it.
they weren't really paying her any mind.. well at least most of them weren't. felix, seungmin, and jeongin were asking a bunch of questions, and han was being super loud and trying to embarrass yn but failing miserably.
" so what do you like to do for fun? " said felix.
" well I play a little guitar but i really like painting. " said yn.
" oh cool! what do you paint? " asked jeongin.
" all types of things honestly, but mostly flowers and landscapes. " said yn.
" they probably suck. " mumbled jisung
" yet you look like a kindergartners brainstorm drawing. " mumbled yn.
silence.
" pfft.. - "
jisung was side eyeing yn like crazy. the entire time he had been really rude to yn for no reason whatsoever, so it was only a matter of time before she got in that ass.
" ughhhhhhhhhh " said jeongin.
" oh my gosh you're gonna get us in trouble." said yn with a face palm.
what she had learned was that her and jeongin were 6 months apart, jisung's a big poser, they all majored in criminology because that was the only way to escape the responsibility..? which you still had no context on but you weren't really tripping about it, and that changbin is gonna eventually drag her to the gym cause' she's apart of the " paper thin human club"... whatever that is.
right now, she was in her 4th class of the day with jeongin and hyunjin, learning about a whole lotta nathaniel cause the people in front of her kept flirting, jeongin kept groaning, and hyunjin keeps poking her.
" so when the law states that-" *bell* " oh times up. no homework today but I do suggest that you read chapters 12 - 18. It'll help with this week and next weeks assignment. have a good day! " jeongin was up and ready to run after proffessor ministop said that.
yn chuckled at his antics. shaking her head and following behind him to leave.
while that was her last mandated class of the day, she still had to go to the band room at the end of the day to get a little practice in so she could wait for akira.
as she was walking to the band room, she noticed the footsteps behind her getting faster and faster, but paid it no mind and instead just continued walking whilst keeping her head on the swivel.
before she could even open the bad room door, she was shoved inside the room.
mind you folks, it was
pitch.
black.
dark.
she slid across the cold floor, almost hitting her head against the wall. she quickly stood up, searching for some kind of weapon to defend herself.
baaaaaaaaaaad choice yn. very bad choice.
she suddenly hears padding against the floor. this mysterious person has taken their shoes off.
shes not dumb, so she obviously ran the opposite way, trying to also take her shoes off. she ran towards the light switch and made it.
low and behold, it's han jisung of course.
he freezes, then bursts out laughing.
" BAHAHAHA BRO-"
he says, falling over.
yn rolls her eyes, grabbing her guitar, shoes and bag, and leaving.
well.. attempting to leave.
the door then burst open and the band instructor walks in, smacking yn straight in her nose.
" ow. "
she said.
silence.
" pfft-"
loud laughter from jisung of course.
the instructor rolls her eyes and looks at yn.
" I'm so sorry. are you okay? "
yn nods, putting her shoes back on, and placing her bag back on the ground.
" jisung, get up and go get your station set up. I don't have time for your scheming today. " said the instructor
jisung gives her a fake salute, grabbing his shoes and bag and running to go get his guitar.
" it's literally a b string! what the hell are you on about yn!? " yelled jisung.
" are you deaf and blind or do you not know your guitar notes. It's clearly a G string bro. If you can't see that then something must be wrong with you." said yn.
" both of you, enough. It WAS a g string jisung. another point for yn! "
" see! I'm always right! "
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: kinda short ik I'm sorry.
I lowk don't like it but its wtv and ima try to post another one later td but idk I have a lot to do so I'll lyk.
as always please lmk where I need improvement cs ik I need it. toodles.
❦mature language, mentions of suicide, emotional distress, time loops themes❦
Not proof read/edited
If you haven't read previous parts please do
"A reality where I'm stuck in a time loop? Is this my life now, opening a door to see her standing there?"
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"You are the ghost…"
I look at her, there's no way she's standing right here, right in front of me…she's dead. This has to be some sort of mind game I'm playing on myself, but she looks so real, so real that if I just put my hand out to touch her, she wouldn't disappear. I let out a gasp as my hand laid on her cheek, her much alive and real cheek, she's not going anywhere.
"Min, what's wrong, you're crying…"
I didn't even realize that I was crying, my hand caressed her cheek.
"Min?"
I fell to my knees, and sobbed gripping onto her skirt, squeezing so tight I thought she'd go away, she probably would, If I let go of her, she'd slip through my fingers again, I can't let that happen, not again…her hand went to pet the back of my head, slow, deliberate, pets.
"I thought you were gone, I thought I'd never see you again…"
I let out a whimper and I looked up at her, her brows were furrowed, her eyes looked at him trying to put the pieces together, but nothing is clicking.
"What are you talking about, Min?"
I looked back down crying.
"I thought… I thought you'd died, I thought you killed yourself but you're alive, you're alive and well-"
It took me longer that I'd like to admit for me to feel that her pets had stopped, I looked up at her a hopeful smile on my face, but her face was frozen and grey, no everything is grey, like someone had sucked the color out of the world.
"Y/n?"
I say but she still has that look on her face, I stood up and looked around, my cat was mid step, and grey, the tv that was reporting the weather was frozen.
"What the hell is going on?"
I blinked then it all went back to normal, not all normal though. I went back in time, I was sitting in the chair, getting ready again, i stood up after the door was knocked on…"There's no way…" I walked to the door and opened it.
"Gosh, Min hurry up we're going to be late!"
This was starting to creep me out.
"Y/n?"
"What?"
I let out a laugh, I'm definitely going crazy.
"you're standing Infront of me…right?"
She raised her brows then her face rested, she rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.
"No, you're imagining me…"
she said obviously in a sarcastic way, I reached out and cupped her face with my hands, she's real…
"Min?"
her hand went over my hands and squeezed them, she smiled softly, I felt something in my heart flutter. I knew I missed her but whatever is happening now is crazy.
"Min you're crying what's wrong?"
"I'm going crazy…"
she tilted her head, pulling my hands away from her cheek, "Min tell me what's wrong, you're acting weird…"
"Y/n… I'm going crazy…"
I laughed, she soon started to laugh, more like laughed along with me.
"I can tell…"
"No, no, you don't understand!"
I pulled my hands away shaking my head, I took a step back, my breathing began to pick up.
"Min?"
"Y/n you're fucking dead! You killed yourself! You jumped off a fucking bridge!"
and like last time, the whole world was shrouded in grey, everything was frozen in time, this wasn't a dream, it's too real to be a dream, this is reality. A reality where I'm stuck in a time loop? Is this my life now, opening a door to see her standing there? Each time without fail, a knock on the door, she's there, alive and well, I mention her death then I go back in time…I'm going crazy. It took me the tenth try to notice that…
"Gosh, Min we're going to be late! Oh, you look like you've seen a ghost…"
you are the ghost....
"Min, are you okay? You look like you're getting sick…"
I wiped the look off myself, "it's nothing, just woke up to early." If I want to spend time with her, "You just looked really pretty today." I'm going to have to forget the past…
"I'm terrified", you whisper as Han pulls to a complete stop in Felix's driveway. A tight grip on your chest, your heart feels heavy for him, with the way you've been avoiding him, he must feel so left out, rejected even.
You absentmindedly intertwine your fingers with Han's, spreading them apart and then curling them up so they fold on their joints, the alternate motion distracting you a bit as you recollect your thoughts, "I am too, but we have tell him, y/n. I'd rather he found out directly from us than through the grapevine or the boys", he replies quietly, letting you play with his fingers for as long as you need, the quiver in your bottom lip being jut a little too much to handle right now.
You have been starting all of your mornings together, going through the mundane motions of settling in his apartment and getting breakfast and doing the grocery shop, deciding when and how to tell the boys.
It felt inevitable and nerve wracking, not because you were afraid of their reactions, the both of you knew just how supportive and friendly they had been so far with Jeongin and Changbin's relationships, and with Chan's and Minho's antics. You had no doubt they'd welcome the news.
What felt unnerving was letting Felix know. You had concluded that you would tell him first, and separately, to spare him the feeling of being left out and simultaneously intimidated. It's not like the boys were going to tease him or make him uncomfortable if he were to have an emotional reaction, but you both felt it was important for him to be the first to know.
Nodding in understanding, you sigh quietly, the vivid image of Felix's kind brown eyes going big and shiny with tears already tugging at your heartstrings, "I know... I know. I want to tell him too, but do you think he's going to feel a little intimidated if we talk to him together? I don't want him to think we're ganging up on him", you comment, biting at the inside of your cheek out of nervousness, "we are some of his best friends, he's not going to feel intimidated. Betrayed, heartbroken, maybe", Han replies with a sigh.
Your stomach is doing somersaults by the time you walk to Felix's door, Han's holding your hand firmly, his sweaty palm threatening to slip away any moment so you reinforce your grip on his fingers as well, "hopefully it's going to be okay...", he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head before he knocks.
The way Felix was overjoyed when you had called the other day had made you want to rip your arm out and give it to him as a tribute. As an apology gift. You hadn't mentioned to him that you wanted to talk to him about something so serious, just that you wanted to see him.
Nor did you vaguely touched upon Han being there, there was no point in lying or scheming over some complicated plan to reveal the truth about the two of you, you were just going to be open and honest and carefully present the truth to him, trying to save him as much heartbreak as possible.
"Angel!!". Felix cheers enthusiastically as soon as he opens the door, quickly enveloping you in his arms, squeezing your back and your shoulders, hugging you with his whole body. Oh how you missed it. The kashmere soft, vanilla laundry detergent scent of his clothes, the cute sounds he made while squeezing you, his fast fingers already kneading at the knots in your back muscles.
"Hi sunshine", you breathe out over his shoulder, a tiny droplet of a tear getting stuck in your tear duct. "Hannie?". Felix slowly lets go of you and greets his friend just as warmly, the endearing look of surprise plastered all over his face as he extends a tight hug to the brunette as well, "I didn't expect you here, did you and y/n come together?", he asks curiously, motioning for the both of you to step inside his apartment.
Tea and snacks are promptly set on the table, Felix hops around the living area making sure you're fed and comfortable, pale blue and faded green locks bouncing on his head, his pink rolled up sleeves sweatshirt swallowing him whole, he's the embodiment of tenderness and you can't help but tear up by just looking at him being himself.
Once the small talk is starting to drag out a little too much, you start shifting in your seat, your hands itching to stretch out over the couch and grab ahold of Han's, who mostly kept his eyes looking downwards at his feet this whole time, barely exchanged a few words with either of you, tension and sorrow evidently clear in his body language.
Taking advantage of a little pause in your chats, you nervously clear your throat and glance sideways at Han who tentatively nods in your direction, a small acknowledgment of your shared intentions: "Felix look I... need to talk to you about something-", "we... we need to talk to you", your boyfriend interjects, his voice low and strained, "we... are dat-", you start, your voice trembling, "we are in love".
You're not sure if you're the one with the most shocked expression or if Felix is but in the span of mere seconds Han stood up from his seat confessed for the both of you in a single breath. "I'm so sorry, I should've come clean way earlier and I should've talked to you sooner and should have been honest from the start but.. I-i never stopped loving her, from day one. When I told you kissing her was a mistake and that I wasn't in the right mind.. That was a lie. I wanted to do that with my whole heart, I wanted to be with her then and I wanted to be with her always. And for some God forsaken reason she - she took me back".
Han sucks in his breath, a quiet sob escaping his mouth too as he looks at you softly, you reach for his hand and squeeze it once, your heart smahing into pieces at his words. Felix frowns and squints his kind eyes, he instinctively springs to his feet and pulls Han to him in a bone cracking hug, "it's alright", he whispers, "it's-it's more than alright, you guys are in love, it's beautiful, there's nothing to be sorry about", he invites you into the hug as well, the three of you huddling close, tearing up quietly.
You sniffle and bury your face in Felix's shoulder, whispering about how sorry you are over and over as he gently pats your back and Han kisses your hair, mumbling his repeated apologies too, "guys guys please ...please stop apologizing, you're in love, never apologize for being in love".
Felix smiles sincerely and puts his hands on each of you and Han's shoulders, pulling the both of you closer to him, "I'm happy for you, I'm genuinely really happy for you", he says reassuringly but Han merely shakes his head,he places both of his hands on Felix's shoulders, holding him firmly, "Lix you don't have to put on a brave face, you have every right to be upset, I know i hurt you, I betrayed your trust and that's not excusable".
Sighing just barely, Felix squeezes his friend's hands, "Hannie, I appreciate the consideration but ...and-and I-I don't want either of you to get me wrong cause I do love you both but ...it's not ..", he fidgets a little before gently letting go of Han and fully turning to you, now taking your hands in his, rubbing gentle circles on your skin, "sweetie ...", he starts, a small, comforting smile on his lips as his eyes look intently into yours, "I had been in love with you, I'm not going to lie. You have always been my best friend, my little heart ... ".
You feel fresh tears swelling up in the corners of your eyes, your bottom lip trembking with how much you're trying to prevent yourself from fully burst, the tenderness in Felix's voice breaking you piece by piece, "I wanted to tell you, so many times. But it felt wrong, cause I know you, I know the look in your eyes when you're floating above everything, head over heels. I've seen that look, that breeze, that air about you when you're pining over someone. And that someone has never been me. It was Han, it was always Han".
The man himself visibly melts at that, he squints adorably, his hands reaching for you, eager to brush your pink cheeks, but he holds back, not wanting to interrupt your moment with Felix, "throughout these past few years I've come to realize I just couldn't possibly ruin that for you, I decided I was going to keep my feelings and safe guard both of our hearts. And you know ...", Felix pauses, rubbing the inside of your forearms, looking down as he does so, "time helps. Time helped a lot".
He glances at the both of you, inhaling deeply before continuing:"... and then I got this amazing opportunity delivered to me like the perfectly timed gift that it is and it gave me the exact purpose to try and move on... I actually wanted to tell you this whole time, that's why I kept insisting I wanted to see you lately, I was finalizing this: I'm leaving".
Both you and Han look at your friend, gobsmacked. Felix smiles sheepishly and lets go of you, sticking his hands into his pockets, "I wanted to tell you under different circumstances, like at the bar with the other guys like I did the other night: I've been offered to volunteer with children in Laos and then Rio De Janeiro. It's been my dream for so long and I kind of don't want to miss this opportunity. I've known about it for quite a bit now, I've been busy a lot at work cause I was trying to rearrange and plan my whole future ahead basically. Or at least the foreseeable one for the next 3 years".
3. Years. Little by little something crumbles in your chest, the tears you've been trying hard to hold back now fully escaping your control. "You're-you're leaving for 3 years?", you breathe out, temporarily holding onto Han for support who falls so silent, "they said 1 one year is the minimum and that it can be extended up to 3 years. And ... well ...I want to take advantage of that, it's something I've always wanted to do".
You get it now. The love stricken look, the specific aura Felix was just mentioning when talking about you. You see it reflected in his eyes, in the way he looks so fucking happy and light, like his heart is so in it he's floating above air. That's why he took the news so incredibly well, why he has so far remained so calm and serene.
"I'm happy for you, man. This-this is the greatest opportunity, you are right. You're going to destroy my heart by leaving, but it's only fair. I almost destroyed yours first", Han cries through a genuine smile, fat droplets falling down his cheeks as he envelopes his friend in a tight hug, extending his arm out for you so you can join them in a group hug again, the three of you sappy, letting it all go in a liberatory full cry.
Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you...
Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding,
I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.
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Lots of love and many thanks to Leena for beta’ing this story.
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'Y/n, you ready yet?' Hyunjin's voice called you from downstairs. You stood in front of the mirror, nervously fiddling with the hem of your skirt, twisting and turning and looking at yourself from every angle. After breakfast and your morning shower, you had taken ages to get ready. You had never taken so long on doing your makeup and had changed your outfit about five times. You weren't sure why you were dawdling around, feeling so insecure and nervous. You stared at yourself in the mirror, biting your lip. It had taken you ages to pick the right balance between sophisticated and cute, something that felt fitting for an art course. And although you knew that Hyunjin would love whatever you wore, you couldn't help but also want his approval. It wasn't that you needed it, but a part of you craved it.
'Coming!' you called back, deciding there was no time left to change your outfit again and discarding the pile of rejected clothes on your bed and floor before grabbing your bag and running out of the room.
Hyunjin was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs, his bright pink hair neatly styled. He was wearing his oversized Celine blouse tucked into a pair of light blue jeans. Only he would be able to pull off such a simplistic and effortless look all the while making it look like the perfect artsy boyfriend outfit.
'You made an effort,' he noticed, looking you up and down and scanning your outfit, a hint of a smirk teasing his pouty lips. Instantly you could feel your cheeks pinken up and looked away. But he grabbed your chin softly and turned your head to face him. 'I like it,' he said, smiling warmly. Your heart melted instantly and you couldn't help but grin.
'Let's go then, shall we?' he spoke, letting go of your chin and putting out his hand for you to take. You slipped your hand into his and he instantly intertwined his fingers with yours, gently pulling you toward the door. 'We're off!' Hyunjin called out. There was a faint muffled sound coming from the direction of Seungmin's and Jeongin's room. Changbin and Chan were lounging on the couch and put their hands up at the two of you, waving you goodbye and wishing you a good time. For a second you caught a glimpse of a slightly dishevelled-looking Minho in the kitchen. Your eyes met his for a split second. He looked slightly sleepy, his eyebrows raised in surprise when he saw you passing, his hair an absolute mess, and wearing what you recognized to be one of Felix's oversized shirts.
'We're here!' Hyunin beamed as he parked the car in front of the museum. Just seeing him so happy and enthusiastic before even stepping inside made your heart glow. The museum he had taken you to was one you hadn't been to before. In the past few years, you had joined Hyunjin quite a few times on a museum trip. He'd be roaming around and you would follow him, looking at whatever he'd be looking at. He wouldn't say much whenever he was there. He'd just look at the paintings and statues, slowly walking around. It was always nice to go with him. It felt calm, relaxing - almost meditative. But this time it felt different. You never felt so nervous in an art museum before. Never before had your heart fluttered like it did at this very moment.
'Good morning Mr. Hwang,' the receptionist greeted Hyunjin with a bow of his head. Hyunjin bowed back and guided you past the reception.
'Don't we need tickets?' You asked, feeling slightly nervous and looking uncomfortably at the people queuing up who looked at you passing them frowningly.
'I've done some work for this museum. Got free entry for life because of it,' Hyunjin said with a slightly smug grin on his face as he pulled you past everyone.
'So, where do you wanna start?' Hyunjin asked, looking at the three archways that would lead into different art rooms.
'Uh, I dunno, you're the teacher here,' you said with a shrug.
'Teacher huh?' Hyunjin repeated with a smirk. He grabbed your hand and pulled you softly towards him. 'Well then, let me guide you,' he spoke softly, his long eyelashes fluttering as your eyes met his. Your heart felt like it did a backflip.
Hyunjin guided you through the museum like a tour guide. He knew about every piece and could tell you what kind of paint or tools had been used. He could even tell you the backstory behind every item and artist and explained which categories they belonged to and why. The only times he let go of you was when he needed to switch hands to point something out or help you get closer.
Now and then you would notice other visitors lingering around the two of you, their focus mainly on Hyunjin. Whether it was because of his bright pink hair and beautiful appearance or because of his lengthy stories regarding the pieces, you weren't quite sure. But you couldn't really blame them either. If you had been a visitor and saw someone as beautiful as Hyunjin speaking so eloquently about the art pieces displayed, you'd be infatuated too.
By the time you had seen the whole museum it was already getting dark outside, the ambience slightly shifting despite the lights never changing.
'Feeling prepared?' Hyunjin asked with a smirk as the two of you made your way to the exit.
'Yeah, I think so,' you said with a nod, thinking of the art exhibition and feeling much more confident now than before. You really did feel like you gained more understanding of the things you read about. And of course, with Hyunjin explaining things to you in person made everything seem to fall more into place.
'I hope I didn't bore you too much,' Hyunjin said, scratching himself behind his ears and suddenly looking sheepishly, a hint of insecurity audible in his voice.
'Not at all!' You said quickly, meaning it and shaking your head. You had always had a heart for people telling you about the things they loved. Whether that would be something small and trivial, or something you'd otherwise never thought would be interesting, it didn't matter. As soon as someone who'd loved it talked about it, you would fall in love with it too. The information would seep into you like their love for the topic would be etched into your heart as well. And so it had been the case with Hyunjin talking about art.
'You must be tired now,' Hyunjin stated, his expression soft as his eyes found yours.
'Not at all,' you blurted out. It was true. Normally an entire day of strolling around a museum would totally wear you out, but Hyunjin's enthusiasm and energy seemed to have partially transferred to you, making you feel just as energetic as when you had left the house.
Hyujin stopped and looked at you curiously, his eyes narrowing slightly.
'You sure?' He asked, the beginning of a smile playing on his lips. You nodded. You could see him thinking for a moment, then 'Could you stand just a little more?' He asked almost challengingly. It was somewhat late already and you were curious to see what museum would still be open at this time that he'd want to visit it so bad.
'Let's go,' you said encouragingly.
'Welcome to my studio,' Hyunjin spoke proudly as he opened the door for you. You looked around in complete awe. You had never been in Hyunjin's studio before. He had always been very secretive about it. Never revealing its location to any of the other guys either. You had always imagined his studio to be similar to his room, only larger. A big mess with paint, tools, and canvasses scattered around the room. But nothing was further from the truth. The studio was organized, and neat - not even a single scrunched-up, discarded concept drawing on the floor. In fact, it looked more like a storage room than a studio. Beautifully decorated canvasses were neatly stacked in racks alongside the walls. In the corner were a few statues hidden underneath white blankets to keep them dust free. There was only one painting hung on the wall. It had different colours, almost like a rainbow with a bright white dot in the middle, which almost seemed to be radiating into the bright colours. There was only a small area of the studio decorated to be used as a painting and drawing station.
'It's a bit of a mess, sorry,' Hyunjin said sheepishly as he stared at your face unsure of what to make of your reaction. You looked at him incredulously before bursting into laughter.
'A mess?' You laughed,' Hyunjin I've never seen a space this organized apart from Seungmin's room,'
Hyunjin chuckled and led you deeper inside.
'What are these?' You asked him, immediately walking over to the nearest rack of paintings.
'These are paintings I acquired for clients. They'll either be shipped out soon or personally delivered by me,' Hyunjin explained.
'Ah right,' you said with a nod, looking at all the paintings in the racks and admiring them, trying to see whether you could put them into categories like Hyunjin had taught you.
'I'm guessing those are also for clients?' You asked him, pointing at the several covered-up statues in the corner. Hyunjin nodded.
'Also for clients?' You asked, pointing at the paintings nearest his easel.
'Erm no,' he said, suddenly looking a bit bashful, his cheeks slightly pinkening. 'They're mine,'
'Yours as in, you bought these, or yours as in, you made these?' you asked, but when you took a step closer, you recognized the style, realizing the answer.
'I've made them,' he said, a hint of pride in his voice. You let your fingers slide over the edges of the painted canvases, scanning their images. On the back of the rack, there was a large painting with a white sheet over it.
'What's that one?' you asked curiously, looking at Hyunjin. His lips curled into a mysterious smile.
'That one is a surprise,' he said mysteriously. You gave a pout, hoping he'd reveal more but he didn't give in, and cleared his throat, straightening his face. 'However, I didn't bring you here to look at more paintings,' he explained with an almost business-like voice. You arched a brow at him and once again he looked at you playfully. 'You trust me?' he asked, less playfully and more serious, a glitter in his eyes.
'With my life,' you replied softly under your breath, not even having to think about the answer. A soft smile appeared on his face.
'Close your eyes,' he spoke, his voice almost a whisper. It wasn't hard to do as he told you. Normally you would've been skeptical if any of the boys would've told you to close your eyes for them. Too many pranks had put you on high alert. But being alone with Hyunjin in his studio that he hadn't shown to anyone else, the day the two of you had had, and the way he was talking and the look in his eyes was enough for you to obey him without any thought.
'Today I have told you a lot about art,' he spoke, his voice calm and relaxed. You could hear his footsteps move around you. 'But everything I said didn't actually matter,' he continued. You frowned, your eyes still closed, feeling slightly confused. 'Art isn't who painted it or when or how. Art isn't measured by its worth in money, or its fantastical backstory, or its ranking in its category,' Hyunjin explained, still pacing around you. He left a silence for a second as you waited for him to continue talking, his footsteps stopping.
'Art is feeling,' his soft low voice came from behind you, his breath tickling your neck and you shuddered slightly. 'Art is sadness,' he spoke, his voice suddenly in front of you as you could feel him drawing a line with his fingertips from the bottom of your closed eyes to your jaw. 'Art is pain,' he spoke, his hands squeezing your wrists to the point where it almost hurt. 'Art is happiness,' he continued, his fingers pinching your cheeks and making you giggle for a moment. 'Art is love,' he breathed the words out onto your lips. He was so close you swore you could already taste him. Your stomach fluttered and you let out an involuntary sigh.
'Open your eyes,' Hyunjin said, his voice once again behind you. Slowly you opened up your eyes. In front of you was an easel with a blank canvas on it. Next to it was a set of paint brushes in all sorts of sizes and various colours of paint tubes with a mixing palette, which was still stained with remnants of dried paint from his previous projects. It only made you wonder how much of his time he spent painting here in the studio.
'I'd like you to forget everything you have learned today,' he spoke, your eyes meeting his, 'and paint what you feel,'
'How do I do that?' you asked insecure, suddenly feeling somewhat small. Hyunjin gave you a reassuring smile.
'There is no wrong or right in painting what you feel,' he spoke encouragingly as he went to stand behind you. Hesitantly you picked up a brush and held it up, focussing your attention on the empty canvas. You stared at it. The canvas stared back.
There was nothing. Only white and emptiness. As if you were watching a badly received tv channel that displayed only static. You desperately tried to think of all the pieces that you came across at the museum, trying to draw inspiration from them, but just like the canvas – your mind was blank.
'Eh,' you said, blinking at the canvas in front of you. Suddenly you felt two warm hands on your shoulders. From the place where he touched you, a warm loving feeling suddenly seemed to seep through your body, starting from your shoulders and flowing down to take over your body. Your heart started beating slightly faster. You suddenly knew what you wanted to do. With Hyunjin's hands still on your shoulders you dipped your brush into the paint and put several strokes on the canvas.
'That's a great start,' Hyunjin whispered in your ear, almost hearing the smile on his lips.. The warmth of his breath tickled your neck and you closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling as the butterflies in your stomach started to flutter again. Without cleaning the brush, you dipped it into another colour, ready for the next few strokes on the canvas, but when you were about to put your brush to the white fabric, you started to hesitate once more.
'I'm here, my love,' His voice sounded right next to your ear again. His hand slid from your shoulder, following the length of your arm, sliding over it until it reached your hovering hand and squeezing it softly before withdrawing in the same way. You could feel him closer now, your heart beating somewhat faster. Feeling resolute, you put the brush to the canvas again and continued painting it. When all the colour of the paint had left the brush you stopped again, looking at it.
'You're doing so well,' Hyunjin praised. His hands slid from your shoulders as he wrapped them around your waist. His body pressed against yours and you could feel him bend over to kiss the nape of your neck. You wanted so badly to lean your neck more towards him, the threat of your eyes rolling back, but you fought it, the feeling of the need to paint winning over your desire. Somehow his every movement and touch seemed to inspire you as you once more picked up new paint and started to smear it on the canvas. You had no idea what you were doing or how the end result would even look or when it would even end, all you could think about was how Hyunjin was wrapped around you, how he smelled, his warmth, and the feeling it gave you.
He kissed you on your neck once more and your heart felt like it did a flip. Your mind was slowly going blank, but this time in a good way, a familiar way...The warm feeling was now spreading to your chest and between your legs and your breathing became slower without you even noticing.
You could feel his tongue dragging from your collarbone all the way up to behind your ear. As if entranced you continued painting. His hands were leaving each other and started to draw figures on your body over your dress.
The more he touched you, the more you felt inspired to paint.
He nuzzled his face into your neck, softly biting your skin. You could hear him breathing heavier now too, his breath hot on your skin. His hand snaked up to your neck and softly wrapped itself around it as he started kissing your jawline, never once obstructing your view from the painting. His other hand was moving down your belly, towards your thigh causing your breath to falter, though you continued to paint. His hand squeezed the inside of your thigh softly, his thumb close to your burning core.
You didn't have to ask him or beg him for what you wanted, as his hand already slid up to your panties, finding your wanting clit instantly. You sighed at the feeling of his fingers on you.
'Hyunjin,' you mewled his name softly. Hyunjin stilled underneath you.
'I'm sorry,' he whispered, 'I let myself go,'
'No,' you said quickly, gripping him with your free hand before he could let go of you. 'The painting, it's finished,' you put down your brush, your paint-smudged hand quickly cupping his face behind you, 'Please, don't stop,' you almost begged him.
You could hear him release a relieved and hungry sigh, but still, he let go of you, turning you around so he could face you. Your eyes met his and you instantly noticed they had a certain kind of gleam over them, his cheeks were slightly rosy, matching his bright hair and his eyes were lidded.
'Baby, you have no idea what you're doing to me,' he breathed, the words almost strained. His hand cupped your face, his thumb going over your bottom lip. 'Your feelings, I can feel them,' he breathed, 'Your warmth, your love, your lust,' he spoke slowly as he dipped his thumb into your mouth. You automatically licked and sucked it and he let out a hiss, clenching his jaw and showing his teeth. The sight of your effect on him was enough to make you clench. Hyunjin let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. 'I can feel how much you want it, and it's maddening' he panted, opening his eyes again and meeting yours. It was as if all sense had left him as you looked into his beautifully shaped eyes. Then suddenly his mouth was on yours, hungry, lustful, sensual, and wanting. You closed your arms around his neck, not wasting any time, and instantly letting your tongue play with his.
You let out a whine when he separated from your lips, far too soon in your opinion. You bucked your hips into his as you made for his lips again, but he tilted his head slightly, teasing you and holding his plump lips just out of reach. You whined again at him and his lidded eyes and parted lips grinned at you. He pushed you away from him slightly, but before you could object, he lifted you onto the desk and sat you down on it. He pushed your legs apart, standing in between them, kissing you once more. This time his hands had returned to your thighs, massaging them with his fingers and inched upwards slowly. When he finally brushed over your clit again you sighed at the relief.
Slowly he started rubbing you, his lips never leaving yours, as you moaned into his mouth. Just when you were starting to long for more, he withdrew again. But this time you knew he wasn't going to leave you hanging. Like a priest starting a prayer he went onto his knees, his face level with your wet stained panties, barely covered by your hiked-up skirt. His glittering eyes met yours as he pushed up your skirt with both hands, revealing your dark red satin panties. Not leaving your eyes, he moved his face between your legs, your heart pounding in your chest as his mouth neared your hotspot. His lips hovering over the fabric he breathed out long and slowly. The heat of it made you shiver and sigh.
He repeated the move, but this time with his parted lips pressed to the satin fabric. You moaned, unable to keep your eyes open and closing them for a moment. When you opened them again, Hyujin was already pulling your panties to the side, revealing your core to the cold air, goosebumps rising on your skin. He waited until your eyes found his again before he put his mouth on your clit once more, kissing it softly. With the tip of his tongue, he flicked over your clit, making you mewl and cry out. Changing between hard flicks, broad strokes with his tongue, and soft sucks, using the muscle like a brush as he painted you, eating you out. An endless stream of sounds was leaving your mouth, getting louder with the minute.
'You taste so fucking sweet,' he murmured, as his tongue darted between your folds, the tip entering your hole. You threw your head back in ecstasy as he continued talking and licking you. 'The things I'd like to do with you...' he muttered, the vibrations driving you insane. 'So many ways to play with you. Wanna try them all,'
'Jinnie,' you moaned his name, both in response to what he was saying and because the knot between your legs was tightening to breaking point. You weaved your hand into his pink locks, holding onto him as you were sitting on the edge. But just when you thought you were about to break, Hyunjin pulled away from you.
'Can't have you finishing too soon,' he whispered, kissing your inner thigh and effectively drying his mouth at the same time. You wholeheartedly disagreed and whined desperately. 'I'll give you what you want, don't worry love,' he said, kissing your cheek as he came up. You could hear the zip of his pants and your heart instantly jumped again.
'Take them off,' he told you. You didn't have to ask what he was talking about and quickly undid yourself of your panties. Coming to stand between your legs once more, his unzipped pants still hanging on his hips, he put his hands on the bottom of your top. He helped you out of it, leaving you in a matching red satin bra before he unbuckled it with a snap of his fingers on your back. Pushing the straps from your shoulders his eyes found yours again. It was clear that both of you were positively love drunk. His hands found your breasts and he bent over to kiss them. Like with your clit, his tongue flicked over the hardened buds, now and then sucking on them hard. By the time he left your breasts, you were still leaking wet, but not on the edge of an orgasm anymore.
His lips found yours again and as you kissed him your fingers found the buttons of his shirt. Slightly fumbling you managed to undo them, pulling his shirt off him. His lightly toned muscles felt strong under his soft skin, as you let your fingers explore his abs. Hyunjin panted softly into your mouth as you touched him, your hands moving down slowly until they found the edge of his unzipped pants and the band of his boxers. Not wasting any more time you gripped both layers and yanked them down, the pants falling to the ground while his boxers stayed around his thighs. You didn't have to look to know he was already hard. You could feel the pre-cum leaking from his tip as you let your hands explore his long hard length. He wasn't as thick as Chan or Changbin, but he had an interesting curve to him that you couldn't wait to feel inside of you. You could easily fit two hands on top of each other and still have a little room left.
'Baby,' he groaned when you pumped him once with your hand, spreading his precum over the tip and shaft. Suddenly you couldn't wait anymore. You scooted forwards on the desk slightly, guiding his erection to your leaking pussy. The mere feeling of him pressing against your entrance was already so good. Slowly he pushed into you. The wetness of your cunt and his precum made it easy. It felt like heaven to be finally filled again and even with your fucked out mind you realized how much you had been wanting this for a while now. It had been too long since you had been fucked.
When Hyunjin bottomed out inside of you he groaned. 'You feel so good love, so tight. Taking me in so well,' he panted into your ear. You mewled, taking the time to adjust to him. 'Gonna make you feel so good,' he licked the soft spot underneath your ear before slowly pulling out again. With a slow pace, he started thrusting into you almost lazily, his mouth finding yours again. The curve of his dick seemed to hit all the right spots inside of you, and the slow pace was already enough to make you lose your mind.
You had no idea for how long he fucked you like that, edging you for what seemed to be an eternity with his slow thrusts into you. After who knew how long he pushed you onto your back, putting your legs up and holding them as he continued his steady slow fucking. His panting and growls alternated with dirty words and sweet compliments.
'Turn to the side, love,' he said after what seemed like another eternity of fucking your hole maddingly. Unable to think or even remember your own name, you did as he said, his cock staying inside of you as you turned. He held down one of your knees to the desk while he continued to hold the other up. As soon as you turned you could feel it. His hard cock pressed into your softened spot. You could almost cry as he continued to fuck you, not deviating from his earlier pace, while his dick pressed into you deeply, an unending assault to your g-spot, but never quite enough to tip you over. Tears of pleasure and edging were starting to roll down your face now. The feeling was driving you insane. You never wanted it to stop but you also wanted nothing more than to finally be able to cum.
Your hand snaked down to your core, needing just that little bit more to tip over, but before you could reach it, Hyunjin picked up your hand.
'Not yet,' he said, holding your hand as beads of sweat were rolling down his neck and his hair was starting to stick to his face. 'Just a little longer, you can do it,' he encouraged you pantingly. 'Baby's so pretty like this. Will make you cum so good. Feel so tight around me. Just a little more,' he whispered. He continued to fuck you, whispering sweet nothings as your pussy was screaming and you were crying for a release.
He changed your position two more times, his pace never changing and not once lifting you from his dick, but never giving you quite enough stimulation to make you cum. Now and then he paused for a moment, giving himself a breather as he panted and moaned before continuing in that lazy pace. It was becoming utter insanity. Lewd squelching sounds were now coming from your soaking pussy, as his mouth roamed over your neck, licking, kissing, and biting you softly.
Then suddenly, finally, you could start to feel the knot tightening further again. He hadn't changed his pace, nor laid a finger on your clit in all this time, but it was as if your body was now leading itself to the end.
'That's it, love,' he whispered. 'You feel that? Give into it baby, let go. I'll cum too,' he whispered encouragingly. Your crying pants became even higher in pitch as your fingers gripped his hair. 'Cum on my dick, you can do it. I'll paint you with my cum, cum for me love,' he grunted into your ear. His steady pace faltered and you could feel how he was holding back, waiting for your release first. He didn't have to wait long. As soon as he pressed his lips onto yours you finally tipped over. The orgasm felt like an explosion after hours of edging. You let out a scream, but Hyunjin swallowed it up for you, pumping his length into you as deep as he could until you felt him twitch and unload inside of you. He continued fucking you during his release, dragging out your orgasm with it, while he groaned loudly with you. His hands had found your hips, gripping them hard as he pushed you down himself deeply.
After several more minutes of fucking you after his release, he finally pulled out of your spasming, oversensitive pussy. You fell into him, and he wrapped his arms around you.
'So good baby,' he muttered, stroking your back and hair. 'You did so good. Felt so good. Can't wait to teach you more,’
W R I T E R S N O T E
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