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idk if your doing requests at the moment,but could you maybe do something with any of the members for the people with praise kinks ? (aka me lmao)

━━━━ 𑂘o good for me , h.h x reader

a/n : may or may not be inspired by recent irl experiences

his voice was buttery smooth, words dripping from his tongue. you were so blissed out you could barely understand what he was even saying to you. but every now and then you caught it and it made your pussy clench even tighter around his throbbing cock.

“such a good girl for me, yea? you like it when i fuck you like this don’t you?” hyunjin teased, his voice momentarily distracting you from his ruthless thrusting.

you whined, your hips moving to help grind up against him, so close to your orgasm, dangling on the cliff you just needed the tiniest bit more of friction.

hyunjin grabbed your hips, holding them down for him as he slowed his thrusts to a stop, “come on baby, be good for me, hold still.”

you whined and couldn’t help the slight cry that came from the back of your throat, but obliged nonetheless. a smile spread across his face and immediately went back to his previous pace, not giving you anytime to even process what was going on before your breath hitched in your throat and you were loudly moaning again as your poor pussy clenched around his cock.

“there you go, i know you can be good for me, doing so good. you look so pretty taking my cock, you know that y/n?”

you couldn’t form words, just incoherent babbles as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool dripping from your lips. everything felt so fuzzy and unreal, felt like you were in a dream and the only thing you could feel was the utter bliss in your core. your hands reached down to grasp at hyunjins hips, gripping at anything your hands could find.

he smirked down at you, grabbing at your hand and placing it on his lower chest so your fingers could graze his abs, “so good for me baby, you gonna cum? gonna look pretty when you cum on my cock?”

“p-please please! i’ll be good just make me cum!” you cried out, finally finding your voice to plead for release.

hyunjin didn’t respond, just reaching a hand down to caress your cheek, a silent way of saying ‘cum for me baby, it’s ok, let go.’ your vision went white, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pussy clenched down around his cock, your release spraying out around him and soaking the sheet beneath your hips. your hips twitched, jerking up to meet his thrusts as your orgasm came over you in waves.

“you look so pretty for me angel, such a good girl making a mess for me.”

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Text With Your Dad Lee Know 𖧷᭄᭡ ͏ ͏ ͏

Pairing: Dad Lee Know! × reader

Genre: fake text, funny, chaotic, father and daughter duo

Context: Just some text with your dad Lee Know

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Hey friends literally next week This & That comes out ouuuu I’m excited I like the weird concept idk that’s just me but I hope you enjoy Dad Lee Knoww idk skz as dad does something to me but see you next time ok baiii💋

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Text With Your Dad Lee Know 𖧷᭄᭡ ͏ ͏ ͏

Pairing: Dad Lee Know! × reader

Genre: fake text, funny, chaotic, father and daughter duo

Context: Just some text with your dad Lee Know

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#stray kids #skz #skz imagines #skz fake texts #lee know x reader #lee know #skz smau #smau

hanosaurs

│ spoiled

│ synopsis: She lived in a world where money solved everything. He wanted to be the first person to tell her "no."

☾ pairing ─ idol!hyunjin × fan!reader

☾ genre ─ smut (18+)

☾ gallery notice ─ idol/fan relationship, billionaire reader, possessive Hyunjin, dom/sub dynamics, praise & degradation, bondage, edging, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, explicit sexual content.

☾ length ─ 4.4k

The staff smiled the second they saw your name on the schedule.

"Miss L/N has arrived."

One of the managers sighed.

"Again."

Another one laughed.

"Mr. Hwang's favorite regular."

"He would disagree."

"He absolutely would."

───────────── ☕︎

Hyunjin heard them before the door even opened. He already knew, of course it was you, again.

Every few weeks, different country, different outfit, different luxury handbag, same smile, same excitement, same impossible life.

He rubbed a hand over his face.

"She´s just a fan."

"Stop looking at her."

"Today's the last time."

The door opened, and there you were. A white Chanel dress that looked straight off the runway, diamond earrings that definitely weren't borrowed, a tiny Kelly bag hanging from your arm.

You looked like you belonged on the cover of Vogue, not in line for a fanmeeting.

The second your eyes met his, your entire face lit up.

"Hi!"

Why did you always sound so genuinely happy to see him?

Hyunjin smiled despite himself.

"Hi."

You walked over and sat across from him, carefully placing several shopping bags beside your chair.

"...Should I even ask?"

"Hm?"

"The bags."

"Oh!"

You looked down as if you'd forgotten they existed.

"I went shopping."

"I gathered."

"It wasn't that much."

He glanced toward the pile. There were at least eight bags, all designer.

"I was in Paris."

"Yesterday?"

"Mhm."

"You flew back today?"

"We landed this morning."

"You look... surprisingly awake."

"Oh."

You shrugged.

"I slept on the plane."

"Commercial?"

You looked at him like he'd asked whether water was dry.

"No."

"...Right."

"Dad doesn't really like commercial flights."

Of course he didn't.

"Anyway."

Your eyes sparkled.

"I was so excited because Dior invited you to Fashion Week."

Hyunjin chuckled.

"It was an amazing experience."

"I know!"

"You watched?"

"I watched everything."

"...Everything?"

"The livestream, the interviews, the airport videos, the behind-the-scenes clips."

He blinked.

"...Everything."

You nodded proudly.

"So..."

"I bought Dior."

"..."

"A lot of Dior."

"...How much is 'a lot'?"

You genuinely had to think.

"I don't know."

"Try."

"I stopped counting."

"..."

"I think..."

You looked toward the ceiling.

"...Maybe around two hundred pieces?"

Silence.

"Mostly clothes."

More silence.

"And some bags."

Hyunjin stared.

"...Some?"

"Ten."

"..."

"My stylist got mad."

"I can imagine."

"So Dad told me if it made me happy, I should buy whatever I wanted."

"...Naturally."

"And then he bought Mom some things too because he felt bad."

You smiled.

"I wanted to celebrate."

"You celebrated..."

"You."

"...By spending enough money to buy a house."

"I didn't think of it like that."

"I know you didn't."

That was exactly the problem. You never did.

Money simply...

Didn't exist as an obstacle in your world. It fascinated him.

And somehow...

It irritated him just as much.

"You know..."

He leaned back in his chair.

"...You're incredibly spoiled."

Your smile faltered.

"I am?"

"You don't realize it?"

"No..."

"I can tell."

You frowned, genuinely confused.

"I've always lived like this."

"I know."

"So..."

You looked at him carefully.

"...Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Disappointed?"

"No."

"You keep making that face."

"What face?"

"The one where you're judging me."

"...Maybe I am."

"Oh."

You smiled again.

"...That's okay."

"...It is?"

"You always tell me when you think I'm wrong."

"I do."

"No one else does."

That caught him off guard. Your voice wasn't defensive, it wasn't arrogant, it was honest.

You really had grown up surrounded by people who never told you no, not because you demanded it, because everyone else simply gave in before you even had to ask.

Maybe...

That was why you were so unaware, not malicious.

Just...

Sheltered, dangerously sheltered.

He sighed.

"Someone really should teach you that the world doesn't revolve around you."

Your eyes widened.

"Can it be you?"

He blinked.

"...What?"

"You always explain things."

"You actually listen?"

"Of course."

"..."

God. You were impossible.

The event ended with the usual pictures, the usual goodbye, the usual promise that you'd "see him soon."

Which, somehow...

Always came true.

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Later that night, Hyunjin collapsed onto the sofa in his hotel suite. He opened Instagram almost automatically. Your profile was already sitting in his search history. He shouldn't know your username, he definitely shouldn't have found it after your second fanmeeting, he definitely shouldn't still remember it.

And yet...

His thumb tapped it before he could think twice. A new story.

A blurry picture of the city skyline.

"Home for the next few days ✨🤍"

The next story. A photo of an extravagant living room, floor-to-ceiling windows, fresh flowers, agrand piano, abutler arranging dessert on the dining table.

The location tag made his stomach drop, his hotel.

He frowned.

No.

Impossible.

He tapped again. The concierge desk, the private elevator, the presidential suite.

He laughed under his breath.

"Of course she's in the presidential suite."

Where else would the billionaire's daughter stay?

He stared at the screen for another moment. Then stood, immediately regretting it.

"This is stupid."

He grabbed his room key anyway.

"I am absolutely not doing this."

Five minutes later...

He was standing outside your suite.

"..."

"What am I doing?"

Before he could leave...

The door opened.

You froze.

"...Hyunjin?"

You looked just as surprised as he felt.

For a second, neither of you spoke. Then he held up his phone.

"...Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to post where you're staying on Instagram?"

You blinked.

"I..."

"You literally tagged the hotel."

"Oh."

"And showed the suite."

"Oh..."

"And the hallway."

"...I didn't think—"

"I know."

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"That's exactly the problem."

You looked unexpectedly guilty.

"I'm sorry."

He looked at you for a long second.

"...Can I come in? I want to explain why that could put you at risk."

Without hesitation, you stepped aside.

The moment he crossed the threshold, it hit him how absurd this was.

He was standing inside the presidential suite of the girl he'd spent months trying not to think about.

And somehow...

That felt far more dangerous than anything you'd posted online.

He stepped inside. The doors slid shut behind him with a quiet click. You smiled awkwardly.

"So..."

You closed the door completely.

"...what are you doing here?"

Hyunjin opened his mouth, nothing came out, because he wasn't looking at you anymore. He was looking around.

The suite was...

Absurd.

It wasn't a hotel room, it was practically an apartment. A marble entrance hall, fresh white orchids arranged on a table, a grand piano facing floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, a dining room that could seat ten people, a private study, two living rooms.

His own suite had been luxurious.

This?

This was another universe.

He let out a quiet laugh.

"...You're kidding."

"Hm?"

"You actually live like this."

You blinked.

"It's just the presidential suite."

"Just."

Of course.

His eyes wandered farther.

Your luggage sat neatly beside one of the sofas.

Hermès.

Every single suitcase.

He stopped walking.

"...Those are real."

You looked over.

"Oh."

"My luggage?"

He looked at you.

"...Your luggage."

"Dad bought them. They're easier to spot at the airport."

He almost laughed.

"Of course that's the reason."

You tilted your head, confused by his expression.

"What?"

His gaze moved again.

There was a silk robe draped across the sofa.

No...

Not a robe.

Pajamas.

He picked up the sleeve.

"...Fendi."

"Oh."

You smiled.

"I changed as soon as we got here."

He stared at the embroidered logo.

"...These are pajamas."

"Mhm."

"...Designer pajamas."

"...Yeah?"

"You sleep in Fendi?"

You looked genuinely puzzled.

"...Is that weird?"

He slowly lowered the fabric.

"...Who sleeps in designer clothes?"

You answered without thinking.

"...I do?"

Silence, complete silence.

You still didn't understand, not even a little. Hyunjin ran a hand through his hair.

"This..."

He gestured vaguely around the room.

"...This is exactly what I'm talking about."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't realize how spoiled you are."

You frowned.

"I know you said that earlier..."

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

"I've met rich people."

You looked at him quietly.

"I've met celebrities."

Another step closer.

"I work with luxury brands."

Closer.

"I've walked Fashion Week."

Closer.

"I've seen people with money."

Now only a couple of feet separated you.

"But you..."

He laughed softly, almost in disbelief.

"...You're something else."

You instinctively took a small step back. Your shoulders brushed the wall behind you.

"I..."

"You talk about private jets like they're taxis."

Another step.

"You buy hundreds of pieces from Dior because I attended one show."

Another.

"You don't even notice your pajamas are designer."

Your breath caught.

"I've just..."

You searched for the right words.

"...always lived like this."

"I know."

His voice softened.

"And that's the problem."

You looked up at him. There wasn't anger in his expression, there wasn't mockery, either, just frustration.

"And nobody's ever told you otherwise."

You swallowed.

"No."

"They've never told you 'no.'"

A tiny shake of your head.

"No."

"They've never made you question whether something was normal."

Another shake.

"No."

He smiled to himself.

"I knew it."

Your heart was beating much faster now.

"So..."

Your voice was barely above a whisper.

"...what are you going to do?"

He held your gaze.

"For months..."

His voice was quieter now.

"I've been telling myself I shouldn't even look at you."

You blinked.

"...What?"

"Every fanmeeting."

A faint, self-deprecating laugh.

"I tell myself you'll annoy me."

Another pause.

"Then you smile."

His eyes searched yours.

"And suddenly I forget every reason I shouldn't be interested."

The room felt impossibly still.

"You really..."

Your cheeks warmed.

"...noticed me that much?"

"I noticed you far more than I should have."

Neither of you moved.

The silence stretched between you, heavy, electric.

He lifted one hand slowly, giving you every chance to move away. You didn't. His fingertips brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face.

"You have no idea what you do to people."

"I don't..."

"I know."

His forehead almost touched yours.

"I know you don't."

Your eyes met his. Neither of you looked away.

The distance disappeared. His lips met yours in a brief, careful kiss. When he pulled back, he didn't move far, his breathing was uneven.

"So..."

A nervous smile tugged at one corner of his mouth despite himself.

"Before I make another terrible decision..."

He searched your face.

"...Please tell me you're over eighteen."

You couldn't help laughing softly at how suddenly serious he sounded.

"I'm twenty."

For a second, he simply closed his eyes in relief.

"You're twenty years old and you're still a fucking spoiled brat?"

When he looked at you again, there was still conflict in his expression—but now it wasn't about your age,it was about everything else.

"You know this is still a terrible idea, right?"

You smiled.

"I had a feeling you'd say that."

"And yet..."

His laugh was quiet.

"...I came here anyway."

Hyunjin didn't wait for you to answer.

His hand slid around your waist, pulling you in with a firmness that belied the softness of his lips. He kissed you again, but this time it was different—not the hesitant kiss from before, but one that laid claim to you, taking what you had been offering for months without even realizing it.

"The bed," he murmured against your mouth, and before you could process the words, he had swept you up into his arms.

"Hyunjin—"

"Hush."

The command was soft yet unyielding. He strode across the suite with purposeful steps, moving through the main living area and into the bedroom. The king-sized bed greeted you with silk sheets that felt like water against your skin as he laid you down upon them.

You gazed up at him, your heart pounding against your ribs, as he leaned over you, a knee on either side of your hips.

"Tonight," he began, his voice low and dangerously calm, "you’re going to learn something important."

His hand traced your jawline, his thumb grazing your lower lip with a possessiveness that made you shiver.

"What?" you managed to ask, though your voice came out weaker than you intended.

"Things aren't always going to go the way you want." His eyes gleamed with something dark—something you had never seen at fan meetings. "You’ve spent your whole life getting whatever you desire with the snap of your fingers. Right?"

You swallowed hard, giving a slight nod.

"Well, that’s over." He leaned in closer until his breath mingled with yours. "Now, things will be done my way. And only my way."

Before you could protest, he pulled back slightly.

"Do you have a scarf? A handkerchief? Something silk?"

You pointed toward the walk-in closet with a trembling hand. "Over there… in the top drawer. There’s one I bought yesterday."

Hyunjin disappeared for a moment, and when he returned, he was holding a navy blue silk square between his fingers, the Dior monogram embroidered in the corner. His expression darkened.

"Of course," he said with a bitter laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "Of course your scarf would be Dior. Could you be any more predictable, any more…?" He left the question hanging, stepping closer to the headboard. "Give me your hands."

"What are you—?"

"I said give me your hands." His tone sharpened like a knife. "Now."

Something in his voice—an authority no one had ever exercised over you before—made you obey without thinking. You extended your hands over the headboard, and he took them, wrapping your wrists with the Dior silk once, twice, three times, before tying them with a precision that suggested this wasn't the first time he’d done something like this.

"Hyunjin, this is—"

"Too much?" He finished the knot, testing the tension. It wasn't tight enough to hurt, but you couldn't move. You couldn't lower your arms. You were completely at his mercy. "Good. That’s how it should feel when you aren't in control of the situation."

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, and you tried to move your wrists, feeling the silk slide against your skin like a whisper.

"This is ridiculous," you said, though your voice lacked conviction. "I’m your fan, not your—"

"My what?" He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on your knees. "My sexdoll? Because that’s what you need, isn’t it? Someone to tell you no. Someone who won’t cave to your spoiled-little-rich-girl whims."

"I’m not a little girl."

"Then stop acting like one."

His hands slid up your thighs, pushing your dress up until your lace panties were exposed. They weren't just any lace—they were a champagne color that cost more than the monthly rent on an average apartment.

"Victoria's Secret?" he asked wryly.

"Dolce & Gabbana," you automatically corrected, then bit your lip when he raised an eyebrow.

"Of course." His laugh was low, almost a growl. "Lingerie that costs hundreds of dollars, just so no one sees it. Except now, I’m seeing it."

His hands settled on the waistband of your panties, and you instinctively arched your back, expecting him to slide them down.

But he didn't.

Instead, he leaned forward, and you felt his breath against your neck.

"Do you want me to touch you?" he whispered against your skin.

"Please," the word escaped your lips before you could hold it back.

"Please, what?"

"Please… touch me."

"Where?" His lips grazed your collarbone, trailing down to the valley between your breasts. "Here?" He kissed the center of your sternum. "Or here?" His mouth found a nipple through the fabric of the dress, and you moaned as the dampness of his tongue seeped through the material. "Maybe here?"

He continued moving downward, kissing your abdomen, your navel, the curve of your hip. Each touch was a broken promise, a caress that pulled away before it could satisfy.

"Hyunjin, please…"

"Please what?" His voice came from lower down now, close to your belly. "Please take off your clothes? Please make you feel good? Tell me exactly what you want."

"I want… I want you to undress me."

"And what if I say no?"

You looked down at him, your wrists pinned against the headboard, feeling exposed in a way you had never experienced before. You had always been in control. You had always decided when, how, and with whom. But now…

Now you were helpless.

"Please," you repeated, and this time there was a tremor in your voice that wasn't feigned. "Please, take off my clothes."

Something shifted in his expression—an almost imperceptible softening, as if your plea had touched a weak spot he hadn't known he possessed.

"Good girl," he murmured, and his hands finally found the zipper of your dress.

He lowered it with deliberately slow movements, revealing your skin inch by inch. When the dress lay bunched around your waist, he looked at you with an intensity that made you want to cover yourself, but you couldn't move your arms.

"What a view," he said, almost to himself. "All this skin. All these gifts wrapped up for me, and you can't even reach them."

His hands roamed over your torso, moving up to your breasts and kneading them with a firmness that wrung involuntary moans from you.

"This," he said, pinching your nipples until they hardened, "this is mine now. Do you understand? You can't buy it. You can't demand it. You can only receive what I decide to give you."

"I understand," you gasped.

"I don't think you do yet."

He stepped off the bed, dragging your dress down with him until you were left in nothing but your underwear. Then, with methodical movements, he removed your panties, leaving you completely exposed before him.

You felt exposed, vulnerable, and for the first time in your life, you didn't have a shred of power to change the situation.

And strangely, that turned you on more than you would ever admit.

Hyunjin knelt at the edge of the bed, spreading your legs with his hands. He looked up at you from below, and you saw his tongue dart out to moisten his lips.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Absolutely beautiful. And so, so fucking wet."

When his mouth finally made contact, it was like an electric shock. His tongue slid from your entrance to your clit in one long, sweeping stroke that made you cry out and tug at your restraints.

"Hyunjin!"

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he devoured you with a voracity that left you breathless. His tongue traced precise circles, his fingers dug into your thighs to hold you open for him, and every time you tried to move your hips to seek more friction, he pulled away just enough to deny you the contact.

"Please," you moaned, your head thrown back against the pillows. "Please, don't stop."

But he was an expert at torture. He’d bring you to the edge with the tip of his tongue, sucking gently, and just when you felt the orgasm approaching—that familiar tug deep in your belly—he’d pull away completely.

"What…?" you gasped, looking at him with glazed eyes.

"What is it?" he asked innocently, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Did you want me to keep going?"

"Yes! Please, yes."

"But that would mean giving you what you want." He smiled—a cruel, possessive smile. "And we’re here to learn that you don’t always get what you want, remember?"

He moved closer again, and this time he used his fingers, too. One, then two, curling them inside you while his mouth attacked your clit with devastating precision. You felt the pressure building, the heat rising, your inner muscles tightening around his fingers.

"Hyunjin, I’m going to… I’m going to…"

"Going to what?" he murmured against you, the vibration of his voice nearly sending you over the edge.

"I’m going to cum!"

Just as you were about to explode, as the pleasure reached its peak, he pulled away completely.

You were left hanging in limbo, your body trembling, your breath ragged, the orgasm denied you just as it was about to consume you.

"No," you whimpered, tears of frustration welling in your eyes. "Please, don't do this."

Hyunjin stood up, stripping off his shirt with swift, efficient movements. His torso was a work of art—defined, sculpted, now before you in all their glory.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, unbuttoning his pants.

"Yes," you admitted, embarrassed by how desperate you sounded. "It hurts. I need… I need to finish."

"I know." His voice was soft, almost affectionate, as he pulled down his pants and underwear. "That's exactly the point. You need to feel what it's like to want something and not be able to have it immediately. You need to learn the patience you've never had to practice."

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs. You felt him hard against your entrance, and your body instinctively tried to push toward him, seeking the friction it desperately needed.

But he gripped your hips, holding you still.

"How many times have you had sex?" he asked suddenly.

The question caught you off guard. "What? I… a few times. Not many."

"And how many times has someone made you wait? Denied you what you wanted?"

Never, you thought. You had never had to wait for anything in your life.

"Never," you whispered.

"Then it’s time someone taught you."

He sank into you in one deep thrust that made you cry out. He filled you completely, stretching you in a way that bordered on pain but instantly transformed into intense pleasure.

"Fuck," he swore, his eyes closed and his jaw tight. "So tight. So fucking perfect."

He held still for a moment, letting you adjust to his size, and you tried to move against him, seeking the friction you needed to reach the orgasm he had denied you.

But his hands on your hips kept you firmly in place.

"Stay still," he ordered, opening his eyes to look at you. "Feel this. Feel what it’s like when someone else controls the pace. When you can't buy your pleasure, when you can't demand it."

He began to move, but slowly—almost cruelly slowly. Each thrust was a prolonged descent, a leisurely withdrawal, a measured return. There was no rush. There was no urgency—except for yours.

"Please," you moaned with every thrust. "Faster. Please, faster."

"Faster?" His laugh was a sound devoid of humor. "Why should I give you faster? Because you demand it? Because you want it?"

"Yes!"

"Good." He leaned forward, bracing his hands on either side of your head, his lips grazing yours. "Now you understand. Now you know what it feels like."

But then, something shifted in his expression. A crack in his facade of control. His movements became less measured, more desperate.

"Fuck," he cursed against your neck. "You’re so… so perfect. So fucking…"

He lost control.

His thrusts became deep, hard, and frenzied. The sound of his hips slamming against yours filled the room, mingling with your moans and his growls. The bed creaked under the force of his movements, and you felt every inch of him inside you, striking that spot that made you see stars.

"Hyunjin, please," you whimpered, feeling the orgasm returning—stronger this time, unstoppable. "Please, let me… I need…"

"Need what?" he growled, without stopping, without letting up. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you need."

"I need to come! Please, Hyunjin, please let me…!"

This time, when you climaxed, he didn't stop. He kept moving through your orgasm, thrusting deeper and faster, until you felt like you were completely coming undone. Stars exploded behind your eyelids, your body arched against the restraints, and you screamed his name over and over as if it were the only word you knew.

He kept moving through your climax, prolonging it until you thought you couldn't bear it anymore—until the pleasure bordered on the pain of sheer intensity.

And then, just as you finally began to come down, he stopped, burying himself deep one last time; you felt his heat spilling inside you as he groaned your name against your neck with a reverence that sounded almost like a prayer.

The silence that followed was broken only by your ragged breathing.

Hyunjin stayed over you for a moment, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he caught his breath. Then, moving slowly, he pulled away and began to undo the knots of the Dior scarf.

When your hands were finally free, there were red marks on your wrists—not painful, but distinct. Marks of his temporary possession.

He massaged your wrists with gentle fingers, kissing the inside of each one with a tenderness that stood in stark contrast to the brutality of moments before.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice husky.

A little, you thought. But you didn't want him to know how much.

"No," you lied.

He smiled, as if he knew the truth. "Liar."

He lay down beside you, pulling you against his chest. His heart pounded beneath your ear—a rhythm that hadn't quite settled yet.

"Did you learn anything?" he asked after a long moment.

You rested your chin on his chest to look at him. "That you're a sadist?"

He laughed—a genuine, warm sound. "Is that a yes?"

"It's a…" You searched for the right words. "It's a 'I don't know what to think.'"

His expression softened, and for the first time that night, you saw something vulnerable in his eyes. "Was it too much?"

"No." You said it more firmly than you felt. "It was… different. I’d never… no one had ever…"

"Tied you up?"

"That. And…" You paused, feeling self-conscious. "I’ve never had to ask for something so desperately. I’ve always had everything."

He nodded, as if confirming something to himself. "That’s what I wanted you to feel. The difference between having and wanting. Between demanding and receiving."

"And now?" you asked, tracing absent circles on his chest. "What happens now?"

Hyunjin looked at you with an intensity that made you gasp.

"Now," he said, kissing your forehead, "you learn that sometimes, when you let go of trying to control everything… things turn out better than you expected."

You smiled against his skin, feeling the post-orgasmic exhaustion pull you toward sleep.

"Are you going to stay?" you murmured, already half asleep.

You heard his deep breathing before he answered.

"This time," he whispered, "yes."

And as you drifted off into darkness, your aching, satisfied body pressed against his, you thought that maybe—just maybe—being a spoiled brat wasn't so bad after all, if someone like Hyunjin was willing to teach you how to be something more.

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In Every Life, I Choose You ⋆˙💍 ⋆˙

Pairing: Boyfriend Chan! × reader

Genre: fake text, funny, chaotic, relationship, engagement

Context: After talking about wanting to get married Chan is ready to get on one knee for the love of his life.

“Lexi why you told me to wear heels to this dinner if it’s going to be on the beach” said y/n walking to the spot thinking it’s a group dinner

“Girl take off the heels then” Lexi said laughing as they were getting closer to the spot y/n started to see rose petals “Lexi what’s going on?” asked y/n

“You will see” said Lexi they kept walking getting closer and closer to the spot and that’s when y/n saw Chan but not just Chan but the guys and her family and his family all standing looking at her smiling

“Omg what is this” said y/n tearing up

“No no your makeup I spent too much time on this” said Lexi fanning y/n face to stop the tears

“This is why you had me doing all this you knew Lexi” said y/n

“I’m sorry I couldn’t ruined it y/n now go meet your man he’s waiting” said Lexi pushing y/n towards Chan

Y/n started walking to crying trying to hold back tears “Chris baby what is all this?” Asked y/n

“Y/n baby I love you so much I don’t see myself with anyone else truly before I met you all I knew was chaos and just being on go but when I met you it was like a breath of fresh air” said Chan

Y/n started to cry even more “I love you too Chris” said y/n

“You showed me that slowing down was ok and I thank you for that baby you brought peace into my world and I’m forever grateful. Any moment I spent with you is the best memory I ever had and I can’t wait to make more with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you I want to have kids and grow old with you I want to experience life with you baby and when death do us apart I promise baby I will find you in every lifetime cause you’re truly my person, my peace, my home and my space” said Chan

By this time everyone is tearing up “ so what I’m asking you tonight in front of our friends and family my love” Chan said getting on one knee

“Would you marry me” said Chan opening the box to show a gorgeous ring

“OMG OMG YESSS YESSSSS OF COURSE I WILL MARRY YOU SILLY” said y/n jumping and shouting

Everyone starting clapping and cheering happy for the newly engaged couple

Chan quickly get up and sliding the ring onto y/n finger and he quickly kissed her all his nervousness melted away

After they finished kissing y/n turned and run to Lexi screaming and jumping “OMG IM A FIANCÉ LEXI CAN YOU BELIEVE it” said y/n

“I’m so happy for you bestie you found your prince charming “said Lexi crying tears of joy

Chan went up to y/n and Lexi and picked y/n up and spin her around “oh I love you Mrs Bahng” said Chan “ I love you too Mr Bahng” said y/n

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Hi guys I did something a lil different don’t guys like and please don’t come for me with my Wattpad writing style I am a Wattpad girl to the day die that’s where I first starting writing fan fictions but let me know if you guys like this and see you next time okk baiii💋