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straykeedz · 2 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 ; 𝐡𝐡𝐣

just a lil drabble i wrote bc hyunjin's live got me in a chokehold, hope you enjoy!

posting this again bc it flopped the first time... don't let it flop!

𝐭𝐰: female anatomy ; kinda sub!hyune ; semi-public sex (one of the boys is mentioned to be in the dorm) ; unprotected piv sex (don't!) ; clit play ; creampie ; brief nipple play ; cum eating ; ♡

𝐰𝐜: 1,7k ;

this is nari's (aka @jilixthinker) review if you even care 🥺:

You step inside the room as soon as “the live has ended” sign pops up on your phone screen.

He’s sitting there with his phone in his hand, probably checking something or catching up to the memes and other stuff the boys sent him, because he’s giggling, biting on his fingernail. He looks even hotter than he did when he was live, hair all messy and collarbone exposed.

“Can I come in?” You break the silence, your question followed by a soft knock on the door.

“Flower, hey,” Hyunjin’s head snaps up in your direction and a smile spreads on his beautiful features, “sure you can. Did you watch the live?”

You nod, catching him a little off guard when you sit down on his knees - well, you’re not exactly sitting on him, you’re practically mounting him, your knees on each side of his waist. He puts his phone away immediately. “I did,” you murmur, running your fingers up and down his exposed forearms, then his wrists, then intertwining your fingers together. “You were cute.”

Hyunjin blushes a little, he always does whenever you compliment him, your pretty boy.

“I was?” He asks, flustered, avoiding your gaze. You let go of his hands and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you slightly closer.

“Hm-mh,” you hum, gaze dropping to where his silver necklace rests on his exposed clavicle. “Very cute,” you murmur, placing a kiss on his jawline, your lips brushing the hint of spiky beard that is slowly starting to grow back, “but also very sexy.” You kiss his neck and Hyunjin, beneath you, shivers.

“S-Sexy?” He swallows the lump in his throat, tightening the grip on your waist, “but… I wasn’t doing anything, flower.”

You huff against his skin, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on his exposed collarbone. “Please,” you roll your eyes at him even though he can’t see you, “all the lip biting, hm? And the running your hand through your hair?”

Hyunjin gasps when you suck on his neck. “I wasn’t trying to be sexy.”

“Pf, sure.”

You take your time kissing his neck, licking the soft skin until you capture his heavy, silver necklace between your teeth. Your fingers toy with the ends of Hyunjin’s hair, tugging at it slightly, and he moans out loud while you feel him getting hard right between your legs. Just like you planned. You roll your hips to grind on his visible erection, and Hyunjin’s hands grip your hips a bit tighter as if to stop you.

“We shouldn’t be here. One of the boys could burst in anytime. Let’s go to my room.”

“But I wanna have my fun here,” you bite his shoulder, “where everyone could interrupt us any moment. See you all whiny and desperate for me, how you beg and yearn for my touch.”

Hyunjin whimpers. “What’s gotten into you?” He doesn’t protest when you slip your hand under his oversized sweatshirt, your fingers brushing his navel and happy trail until they reach the button of his grey jeans.

“You. You’re a tease, and you know it,” you undo the button and pull down the zipper. “Got me all wet and hot with your… whatever the hell it was. Had to press my thighs together to stop myself from shaving my hand down my pants, but I’m pretty sure Jisung figured out something was up with me.”

“Jisung?” Hyunjin squeezes your ass, giving in to his instincts.

“Hm, we were watching tiktoks together,” you keep kissing his neck. “This,” you tug at his sweatshirt, “off. Now.”

He nods. “Okay, okay.”

You reluctantly pull away from him, allowing Hyunjin to cross his arms over his torso and pull his sweater off, letting it fall on the floor without a care in the world. He’s not wearing anything underneath it, not even the slutty tank tops they always wear. You’re met with the sight of his bare torso and his nipples, hard due to the cold temperature in the room - it’s okay, it’ll get hot eventually. The silver necklace, which resembles of a chain, kind of makes him look like a bad boy. Had he kept his eyebrow piercing on, he’d look like he came straight out of a punk rock band - messy hair and everything.

“Always so obedient…” you capture his swollen lips in a quick kiss, “be good for me now and take your cock out.”

He whines when you get up, only to pull your pajama shorts down your legs together with your underwear. You don’t take off your t-shirt, though - one of Hyunjin’s t-shirts, actually, and your favorite one. He fidgets with his jeans, lifting his body from the chair to slide them down his legs, just enough to free his hard cock and twitching balls.

“Now wet it.”

He spits on his palm and jerks his cock off a couple of times, making sure there’s his saliva all over it. Then, you get on top of him once again and you start rubbing yourself on his length, and he’s confused. “You’re not taking this off?” He tugs at the t-shirt. You shake your head as a no, continuing to rub your clit on the tip of his cock. “But I wanna see your tits…” he kind of pouts. Cute.

“Aw, sweetheart…” you lift your hips to position his cockhead at your entrance, “not tonight. ‘M putting it in now, try not to cum after ten seconds this time, hm?” You tease him, and he rolls his eyes.

“It happened once, and you’d been teasing me for- shit,” Hyunjin pants when you sink onto his length slowly. He grips your hips so tight the tips of his fingers turn white.

“It happened twice,” your pussy swallows him wholly, his length filling you up just nice. Hyunjin pouts. “’t’s okay, though. ’s cute how whipped you are for me.”

“And you’re not whipped for me?”

You giggle at that. “Yeah, very much,” you lift your hips again, and Hyunjin gasps, “enough with the talking now. Be good and take it,” you ease yourself onto his length slowly, the way he likes it. “And try to be quiet. Jisung’s still in the living room.”

Easier said than done, Hyunjin thinks. In fact, he has to bite on his lip so hard he can almost taste blood in his mouth to hold back his moans and whimpers and all kinds of sounds that are threatening to escape his mouth.

“Please, just… let me see them,” he begs. He’s referring to your tits. “Need to see them so bad.”

“Nuh-uh,” you shake your head, moving up and down his length again and again and again.

“Please,” he whines.

“Let’s make a pact,” you tell him, rolling your hips and rubbing your clit against his skin - it’s not enough to get you off, but it feels nice nonetheless. “I’ll show you my tits, but you can’t touch them. If you touch them, you won’t be cumming.”

“What?”

“Thought you wanted to see them so bad,” you quote him. “Too ba-“

“Fine. Fine, just- lemme see them,” he whimpers trying to put off his already impending orgasm. His eyes widen comically when you take your shirt off and he sees your tits bounce. Oh, how is he supposed to fight the urge to touch them, to wrap his lips around your nipples?

“You love my tits so much, don’t you, sweetheart?” You latch your lips on his neck, moving even faster as if to torture him. You’re pretty sure you’re breaking some physics law right now, fucking on a chair like there’s no tomorrow.

Hyunjin nods. “You’re the pretties woman I’ve ever seen. The prettiest flower.”

You love it when he praises you and worships you - Hyunjin treats you nothing but the goddess you are, and he always makes you feel incredibly sexy and hot. And you may or may not have a praise kink, so his words have you getting even wetter - if you close your eyes and focus, you can almost taste your orgasm.

“Fuck. Shit, do that thing again,” you tell him, breath becoming quicker, “with your fingers.” Hyunjin runs his hand through his hair, disheveling it in the sexiest way he knows. You ride him faster. You wrap your fingers around his necklace and pull slightly, allowing Hyunjin to get closer so you can kiss him. His lips suppress all of your moans. “Yeah, yeah, that’s it. ‘M gonna cum. Rub my clit.”

He uses the pad of his thumb to get you off, wetting it with the mixture of his saliva and your juices that’s coating his cock. He manages to get you off in seconds, and when you eventually cum, you hide your face in the crook of his neck and bite on his necklace as you pant, continuing to ride him as you try to come off your orgasm.

“Can I too? Need- need to cum,” he whines pathetically.

You pull back only to look him in the eye. “Fill me up.”

He shivers, and doesn’t even have the time to say anything else, because his orgasm washes all over him in a matter of instants, catching him by surprise. And since he already came, it can’t hurt to infringe your pact, right? So he shoves his face in your chest and stuffs his mouth with one of your nipples, starting to suck on it desperately, running his hot tongue all over it.

“Insatiable,” you comment with a sigh, shaking your head. “Thought we agreed on something. Might have to teach my sweetheart a lesson.”

He lets go of your nipple, his eyes meeting yours - he looks completely fucked out. He tilts his head to the side, not fully grasping what you mean. You lift your hips just enough to allow his cum to spill out of your hole, then bring your fingers to your pussy to coat them in his sperm. He gave you a generous load.

“Open up,” you bite your lip, tapping Hyunjin’s mouth with your cum-coated fingers. He looks at you with a surprised look on his face. “What? Thought you liked having your mouth stuffed. Now be good and taste yourself, hm?”

He opens his mouth, and you dip the tip of your fingers inside - just the tip for now, watching mesmerised the way his own sperm falls on his tongue and fills his mouth. He winces, probably because he dislikes the taste, or maybe because he likes it. You push your fingers inside by another inch, he wraps his lips around them.

“Good boy, lick ‘em clean,” you praise him, and he whimpers. “And when you’re done with my fingers, there’s a crempied pussy for you to eat.”

-> 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

-> 𝐦𝐲 ☕️

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wonuvs · 2 months

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i NEED more boob sucker Hyune please 🙏

MINORS PISS OFF. tags: boobguy!hyunjin x afab!reader

boobsucker!hyune who lives to hold and kiss and suck on your boobs—literally feels like he'll die if he doesn't at least touch your boobs once a day. it's not even something sexual at this point—it's just what he does when he needs to feel close to you, when he wants to feel your warmth.

boobsucker!hyune who made this entire thing, your thing. it's almost weird not feeling him sneak under your shirt and latch his puffy lips to your nipples whenever you are chilling, but then you remember you are hanging out with your friends or family, and you blush just thinking about how normal all this is for you.

boobsucker!hyune who takes up any chance to grope your tits. you're cooking something? he's behind you, hands cupping your boobs. walking from one room to the other? this man will literally stop you from whatever you're doing to just hold your chest in his hands and place kisses all over it. you're laying on the couch just watching TV? his face is buried under your shirt, his lips engulfing your perked nipples, his tongue circling and lapping at them hungrily, his teeth marking your chest all over.

boobsucker!hyune who can't fall asleep unless his lips are on your boobs. they are just so soft and perfect and more often than not, he falls asleep with his mouth latched to one of your nipples, and every once in a while, you can feel him start unconsciously, and randomly, suck on it in your sleep.

boobsucker!hyune who feels like he's in heaven whenever he wakes up to your smile and warmth and comfort.

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mixtape-0325 · 5 months

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Testosterone

Stray Kids; Hwang Hyunjin x M. reader (18+)

Word count: 1k

Content: Hyunjin leads, dirty talk incl. quite a bit on stretching the reader, mxm incl. oral and anal sex, cum swallowing, spit as lube, spanking.

We need more male reader fics even if the community is smaller, so I hope you enjoy this one 🖤

"Please baby, stop teasing", you beg at him as your length had already grown hard between you and your boyfriend. His perfectly shaped lips continuously pressed against your inner thigh that you could just imagine already what they would feel like on you. His arm went through the opening of your shorts on the other side, resting dangerously close to the base of your length. It wasn't just mean, Hyunjin knew what he was doing and he knew it had a big effect on you.

You reached out to him and brushed his hair out of his face, holding it tightly into a ponytail as he let his mouth hover over the outline of your hard cock that stretched the fabric of your soft shorts. He never pressed a kiss to the fabric, instead smirking at you as his eyes met yours.

"B-baby...", you spoke as you felt your length twitch between your legs. Hyunjin noticed your little desperate movement, but only chuckled to himself before backing up his actions and moving his hands to your waist instead.

"Up", he said confidently. You lifted your hips up from the bed to let him take your shorts off, no boxers underneath making everything even easier. He hummed in satisfaction as he saw your cock fully hard, veins along the side, the tip already more brightly red than normal, a few drops of pre cum leaking past your slit. All because of him. He pushed one of his hands against your abdomen, having you slightly lean back to rest on your elbows rather than sit down.

"You want me?", he asked teasingly, one of his palms moving up your thigh as the other ghosted over his own length. It made you think of his cock, the details of it, the length, how you wondered if you could ever take all.

"Want my mouth baby?", he continued before pressing a kiss to your tip, then letting his warm tongue brush over your sensitive slit to collect the pre cum leaking from it. His knees were tightly pressed against the floor beneath you, making you even more eager to have him.

"B-baby if you don't a-anytime soon i'll be the one f-fucking you today", you teased seconds before his big lips wrapped around the head of your cock fully. And within seconds he was taking more, filling his throat with you. And fuck, did his mouth feel good. He knew how to make it just the right amount of tight, and god does he make it wet. Strings of saliva connect to him whenever he moves away for a brief moment, only to take every inch again and bob his head on your cock.

"Y-yeah, keep going", you breathe heavily as he speeds up and the room fills with sloppy, wet sounds. Hyunjin never gags on you once, and not cause you're not a prominent size yourself, but because he has trained his throat with you so well that he can take you perfectly.

It doesn't take long until you're close to release, and Hyunjin uses his hand to jerk you your last way to climax. His tongue lays under your tip to catch every last drop of your cum to swallow, and his hands equally hold your body firm to the bed as it twitches with every new spurt.

Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you catch your breath, knees lifting from the floor to hover over your figure instead. He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, giving you a hint of your own taste. Without having much time to think, his hands were on your hips again and helped you up with him, bodies tightly pressed against each other. His hips grinded into yours, lips hovered over your neck as he eagerly took control over your body once again, this time for his sake.

"Turn around, baby", he whispers seductively into your ear before kissing your earlobe, a sensitive spot for many men like you. When you did as told just a little too slowly for his liking, his grip on you becomes stronger and Hyunjin pushed you over the edge of the bed in a rush. His palm held your back down so he could press himself against your ass, his free hand guiding his long, hard cock to your rim. His next hum was one much more deep, much louder.

Hyunjin let the head of his cock push past your rim, spit dropping from his mouth straight onto himself to smoothen the process. "aa-ah, fuck yeah", he groaned as he watched your hole take him with a slight struggle.

A smack against your ass followed, as Hyunjin brought himself into a mindset he didn't get out of anytime soon. You hummed in pleasure with every hit that followed, jolting forward at the impact and the burn.

"Fuck me", you begged to encourage his own lust further, that waited patiently all evening for any real pleasure himself. "Every inch baby", he replied as he pushed into you further with a groan. "Gonna make you take it all".

Hyunjin's hand once again pressed you down onto the bed, a strong grip onto your body as he thrusted forward for you to take more of him at once. "a-ahh shit, yeah, that's it, little more", and with a few more thrusts he filled you completely, and god was it overstimulating, so much, but so good.

A moan fell from your lips with every slight readjustment of his position, stretching you further. You could just sense him smirking behind you, and you weren't wrong.

You let out another moan as you felt his wet finger tease your rim, pulling at the skin and applying pressure that had you seeing stars with already being filled to your max. "s-so tight...", he whispered.

Hyunjin's hips started to move, earning gasps from you at the feeling that only became stronger as he sped up in no time. "Gonna fuck you so good, baby, fuck you open".

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minhosimthings · 18 days

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I dont know if you accept a req now but... fresh grad worker! (jake or hyunjin) × ojt student y/n. Y/n was assigned to (jake or hyunjin) to train her but yn like riding (jake or hyunjin) in his swivel chair. (Jake or Hyunjin)'s work desk cubicle is in kinda hidden in the corner. (cockwarming, cowgirl, softdom!(jake or hj))

Me quedo Mirandote || 18+

Pairings: Hyunjin × fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, 18+, thigh riding, degradation, 1% sir kink because I can, orgasm control eyy, cock riding, unprotected sex (zont zo it), mention of blood, fingering, praise, semi-public sex, role-play ish situation?, Use of petnames 'doll', overstimulation, dom!Hyunjin, sub!reader, swearing, reader wears a dress

A/N: This was such a hot thing to write omg I love your brain annonie. Also I am shit at writing riding things so FORGIVE ME IF ITS NOT SATISFACTORY. Also for my beloved @astraystayyh (who is probably still stuck with Hyune's ponytail)

Never in a million years would you ever have thought that you'd be fixing your frizzied hair and ruined lipstick in your soon-to-be office's bathroom, but here you were, your lipstick three shades lighter and your white dress all ruined.

And no one would ever question how Hwang Hyunjin's shirt had the exact same lipstick shade stains on it. Why would they? A playboy never loses his instincts, even if he's freshly graduated and teaching the only on- the-job student with full responsibility.

The fortunate student being you.

And it wasn't to say Hyunjin wasn't fortunate as well. You were compliant, perhaps even exactly like him. He wondered how you had ever managed to get through your classes so well during the day and get through him during the cool intoxicating nights.

Another thing Hyunjin was fortunate to have was his "private office". And by office, he meant his own comfortably small cubicle, which was far away from the prying eyes of his co-workers. It was weird for a fresh out of school student to have his own cubicle, but he guessed that his workplace valued privacy to an extreme level, so much so that his "office" hid discarded red laces, tainted white silks and on the job students perfectly.

"And that's how you write up a summary for the graphs of the month." Hyunjin clapped his hands together, trying not to sound overly positive, as you stared dead eyed into the computer screen. Hyunjin had been explaining the concept to you for an hour now, and although you'd been standing resting your chin on his head, you were mentally exhausted.

"Doll, you doing alright?" Hyunjin cocked a brow at you, standing up to your level, arms going to your waist as if it was his daily routine. Well, technically it was his daily routine.

"Do I look like I'm doing alright?" You scoffed, eyes flittering between Hyunjin's eyes and lips, "Don't I deserve a promotion for all the work I've done Sir?"

Hyunjin's lips morphed into a slow smirk at your widened lamb eyes and your 'good girl' pout. His hands gripped into your skin tighter, as he leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to your neck.

"You're just a student Y/N. I can't give you a promotion so quick." He smirked into the nape of your neck, knowing what was coming next. How couldn't he? With how many times, his favourite 'employee' had begged on her knees to get a 'promotion'.

"But sir haven't I been a good girl?" You whispered, staring at Hyunjin's plump lips, "I even wore the dress you bought me." You motioned towards your clearly visible cleavage in your summer dress, one of Hyunjin's most favourite painting topics.

Your hands went up to his luscious locks of hair, which were tied up into a ponytail with two flicks framing his face perfectly. God, his hair was as soft as cotton, you thought, a complete contrast to how he behaved once you were suffocating his length with your pussy.

Hyunjin's hands slid down to your ass and pulled your hips against his body, your hand pressing against his desk. It made the dress you were wearing ride up your thighs, exposing your panties. His hot lips moved away from yours and down to your neck, kissing and gently biting the delicate skin. You let out a little gasp and arched your neck, it felt divine.

“Doll, with the way you're gasping now, I wonder what you'd do once I actually start with the usual." Hyunjin chuckled darkly, pressing a rough, carnivorous kiss to your lips, "fuck—be a good girl for me now."

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss and sat back on his chair, leaning as prosaic as he could against it, and rubbing his hand over his thigh, ever so cordially inviting you over to him. Why would you ever refuse? It was your favourite place to be at any chance you got. Some days, that's the only place you wanted to be, on a hot lazy day, when you wanted nothing more than Hyunjin to shut up about presentations and slides and spread out his leg for you.

You manoeuvred yourself so that your covered but damp core met with Hyunjin's thigh, the hem of your dress gracefully swooped over his thigh, as you parted your legs enough to let your clit brushing against the fabric. The contact caused your mouth to fall open in a silent sigh.

"Already?" Hyunjin clicked his tongue, "That's sort of pathetic don't you think doll?"

From this angle you looked pretty to Hyunjin with your head thrown back, pupils blown out with lust and a prominent blush on your face. It made the animalistic side in Hyunjin, ravenous for more.

Hyunjin adjusted his position on the chair, your loud mewl made him chuckle and press a kiss to your forehead. You hands went up to grip his soft, ebony hair, which was tied perfectly in a ponytail. Well, tied perfectly, until you ran your hands through the follicles, throwing the hair band off, and continuing to grip his open hair tightly. Your grip made Hyunjin silently moan.

"Feel that?" He lifted a cocky brow at your pleasured expression, "It's just for you, doll."

Slowly you began rocking your hips back and forth, letting your clit get maximum friction against the clothed barriers. Your hands gripped at his shirt now tightly, leaving tiny creases all along as you chased your release.

Somewhere along the way, Hyunijn had abandoned his work and had turned all of his attention on you, gripping your hips harshly, digging marks, guiding it along his thigh while pressing open mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. The chair was creaking worse than a wooden bed, but there wasn't a care in the world for that.

Hyunjin's hands move up your thighs towards your hips pushing you harder against his thigh gaining more melodic moans from your mouth.

You rut yourself faster against him, moaning louder and louder until you finally reach what you thought was your peak.

"Hyunjin," you whined, his kisses descend even further down your body, lips at the top of your chest, eyes peering up into your desperate and pleading eyes.

"Fuck," you sigh out, when Hyunjin grabs your breast, lavishing it an equal amount of attention, his hands moving your hips harder and faster against him, your orgasm building swiftly at his actions.

"Beg for it darling." Hyunjin's sadistic smile hit your face, "Be a good slut, and beg for your cum."

"Hyune-fuck!" You moaned out as his thigh gave a little flick upwards, "please Hyunjin—"

"So desperate," he mumbles, tone laced with dominance, hands gliding across the back of your thighs, teasing you. "So wet," he adds, doing as you asked and sliding his finger across your clothed core, a sinful groan escaping you, head lolling back against.

"Come for me," he husks out, letting you fall over the edge with a guttural moan, back arching, as your legs trembled, hips rocking at the pleasure that filled you. A pleasant buzz consumed your body as you rode out the aftershocks of your powerful release, your body practically going limp on his thigh at the exhaustion of coming so hard.

Your chest rose and fell with every unsteady breath, as you steadied yourself on Hyunjin's thigh, leaning your head towards his shoulder, from how dizzy you were. Being a cowgirl really took a lot of energy from you.

As you were getting ready to stand up, you felt Hyunjin's arm grip ours tightly.

"So soon, pretty?" He pulls you in for a rough kiss, biting your lip, he could taste salty blood on them, "I'm not even half done."

“Come here,” Hyunjin demanded as he pulled your arm. You move around from the back of the chair as he pushes it out a bit from the table.

“Oh baby. Aren’t you just deliciously naughty?” he says as his finger slips in between your folds to find you positively dripping. “Is this all for me?” he asks as he starts to rub your clit in slow circular movements. The stimulation was killing you, yet you obliged, dumbly nodding along to Hyunjin's words.

“So greedy,” he whispers. He slips his finger from your pussy, his hands come up to your shoulders, and he pushes the dress off of them.

“Come here and sit on my cock,” he says with that lopsided smirk you love so much.

Lifting yourself up a little, you line him up with your entrance, and then you sit back down and let him slide into your wet, needy pussy. Filling you so perfectly. Stretching you completely. You slowly sink down onto him, as he grips your waist harder, holding you down.

“You can take it.” He moans out. He slowly pushes himself in a little more, and you swear you hear him whimper. You cry out, laying down on his chest.

“Shit!” He goes inch by inch, and you groan louder and louder as he fills you out.

"Fuck,” Hyunjin groans. And then you start to move. Slowly, up and down. Your hands rest on his hair for leverage as you bounce yourself on his cock.

Your tight grip on his hair makes Hyunjin throw his head back slightly, his eyes almost rolling to the back with the sheer amount of pleasure he was recieving from your hands running through his locks.

"Fuck—baby keep doing that." He mumbles, not even sure if you've heard it, you probably did as was evident from your now tighter grip, your fingers dancing their pretty ballet through Hyunjin's velvety hair.

Hyunjin grabs a tight hold of your hips, and he lifts you up a little before he starts to thrust up into you. Harder and faster than you managed. Pounding into you over and over.

"Fuck—Hyunjin!" You gasp, a little louder than usual, "touch me—please." Your begs elated Hyunjin, how could he refuse? He shakes his hand from your hip and presses his fingers to your cunt.

His motions on your clit are as frantic as his thrusts into you. Pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

And with a final buck into you so deep that he nudged your cervix as his thumb pressed down on your clit, you both cum. Hard and fast.

Your hips gyrated harder, until the spurring had come close; hot liquid squirted on his cock. The orgasm rips through you at such intensity that your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you scream out his name. His cock twitches as his cum spurts inside you.

Hyunjin tilts his head to rest on your chest as he tries to catch his breath, and he moans out your name. You kiss him softly at the top of his head. Your fingers are raking through his hair as you try to calm your own breathing down to normal.

"You've made such a mess." Hyunjin chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours, "my messy girl."

"How about those graphs now, Mr Hwang?" You asked, a tint of cockishness smeared in your voice.

"Graphs?" Hyunjin laughed, gripping your hips again.

"We're not even a quarter done yet, doll."

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facioleeknow · 28 days

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Time for love ° Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin. the immortal Adonis, falls for a human.

WC: 2094 Genre: Greek mythology AU, angst, smut

TW: make up artist reader, model hyunjin, smut, masturbation, thigh riding, handjob, mention of cum, borderline asshole hyunjin, greek gods and goddesses, mention of blood, angry hyunjin and angry deities

AN: thank you from th ebottom of my heart to th elovely @leeknowsallyoursecrets , for giving me her opinion about this.

My Kofi if you want to support me <3.

Hyunjin was old. Hyunjin was really really old. Eternal youth they called it. When one thinks about youth, they imagine freshness and fun; a colorful, colorful phase when you get to try new things and explore the world. Hyunjin’s life was anything but; he had seen every corner of this earth and tried every experience that was humanly possible. His life was flat and gray, there was nothing more to do and he was bored.

He remembered his first life. His name was Adonis and he was considered the most beautiful man in the whole world; he was so beautiful that goddesses soon appeared on his doorstep and asked to share his bed. That’s how his story became myth, or what people thought it was.

He had lived many lives from then, he had taken many names and done many things, he lived a tranquil life and minded his business; had sometimes taken a couple of lovers but nothing that had stuck to him.

His life and pattern of change had come crumbling apart when one day the gods decided to come out in the open and introduce themselves to humans. With time everything was uncovered and the protagonists of every myth became their own kind of celebrities. He had never been more famous in his life, but he also had never been more lonely. He was beautiful and that was a fact, and with the fame came the modeling offers. He modeled for the most famous maisons of fashion of the world and people loved him. No they didn’t love him, they loved his body, they loved his face, they loved his fake smile and fake confidence.

His days were always the same, he would wake up at an insane hour, get on set, get ready, shoot, get unready, check social media and then go to bed, just to do it all the following day. Day after day the cycle had never been broken, for years on end. Until it had.

When he walked inside the photo studio, he could sense something had shifted in the air. He hated changes. A heavy hand smoothed back his unruly hair, his eyes closed almost on instinct after he sat down in his makeup chair. He had requested a special chair, made of one of the softest furs he had ever touched, where he could sleep and relax.

Something warm and small suddenly touched his shoulder, hesitantly. He hissed and his eyes shot open, his staff knew better than to interfere with his pattern.

His breath hitched in his throat when he opened his eyes. This wasn’t his usual make-up artist.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Hwang, I am Y/N L/N, your new makeup artist,” your voice was sweet, way too sweet to be human, but he knew all deities by heart. Perhaps some kind of creature.

“What happened to Ha-na?” his eyes bore holes into your skull, his gaze held a fiery passion you had never seen in your life. Is this how an immortal looks?, you thought.

“She’s on maternity leave, sir,” you had never felt that nervous in your life.

The conversation died off after that but his eyes were fixed on you. There was something about you that Hyunjin couldn't quite pinpoint, his inside felt like they were lit on fire. His head told him that if he looked away from you, something bad would've happened. He had to have you, one way or another, he didn't even care if you were human or not.

Since that day Hyunjin had always waited anxiously for your arrival every morning. You would always greet him with a tight lipped smile while you closed into fists your obvious shaky hands. He liked to think your hands were shaking and your heart was beating out of your chest because of him.

At night Hyunjin would lie awake and think about you, your hair, your lips, your hands, your eyes, but most of the time he would think about what laid under your clothes, how your curves would look and how they would feel in his big and soft hands.

He had to have you, he didn't care if you were human or not.

The second time Hyunjin spoke to you, it was weeks after your first encounter.

“What are you?” his eyes bored into yours like the first time you met.

“What do you mean sir?”

His presence felt almost overbearing, it looked like he was towering over you, it felt like he was everywhere, you couldn't run from him. But in reality he was still sitting in front of you.

“Don't play coy. What kind of creature are you?”

“Creature? I'm human, sir,” your eyes wide as saucers at his assumption. You? A supernatural creature?

“Are you lying to me?” His tone was stern and demanding.

“No, sir, I would never.”

He didn't reply.

He was scary. Immortals were scary and dangerous for humans more than anyone else. You should've been fearful of him but a familiar throb between your legs kept growing and growing and you couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Hyunjin could feel your arousal, he could read it on your face. After centuries he could read human emotions quite well.

“Everybody out!” His tone left no space for arguments. The staff and photographers scurried out of the room with their hearts in their throats.

“Come sit.” The immortal patted his spread legs, his big hand encased your wrist.

“Excuse me?”

“You don't want to?” he sounded cocky now, a new emotion he let you see.

“I didn't say that,” you stuttered.

“Then be a good girl and straddle my thigh.”

His hands never left your body, not even when you complied and positioned yourself how he asked. He was in control, he was the one guiding your movement.

A small gasp escaped your lips when you felt him ground you on his strong thigh.

“Please sir, touch me,” the shame fueled your pleasure like never before.

“No can do, get yourself off like this or don't at all.”

That was the best orgasm of your life.

After he touched you, Hyunjin couldn't get enough of you. He thought your voice was sweet at first, but your moans were even sweeter, your skin tasted like nectar and your pussy like ambrosia. He was addicted.

Sleep came easier to him now but not even in your dreams he could escape you. Your voice, your sweet whines, your skin, your scent, they all clouded his brain even in his slumber. He'd wake up hard as a rock every night and leaking. He would fuck his fist roughly, just how he liked it, he would use all of his toys and cum again and again until his seed had permanently stained his satin black sheets. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. He had to feel you clench around him, he had to feel you rake your nails down his back, he had to push your legs to your chest and see fat tears roll down your cheeks.

So he would get up and drive to your house where he would fuck you until you both passed out. It became some sort of routine, one that he followed religiously. But the more he saw the bigger a foreign and strange feeling grew inside him. It started at the pit of his stomach and then spread through his chest like a warm blanket enveloping him in a tight hug. It was comforting and that unsettled him.

He was confused and ignorant, he hated that. But he knew that it didn't come from him, somebody was attacking him. That's how Hyunjin found himself in front of the goddess of love, Aphrodite, herself.

“What have you done to me?” he yelled. He knew yelling at a deity was not a smart move but the anger was consuming him, mixing with that strange feeling and making his blood hot.

“You cursed me, didn't you? You cursed me because I don't want to share a bed with you anymore, you selfish woman.” The moment those words came out of HYunjin’s mouth he regretted them. The room started shaking along with the anger of the goddess, everybody knew not to anger Aphrodite. he was foolish, he thought he could get away with it because he used to be her favorite lover. The goddess grew in stature, the light bulbs in the room exploded, leaving the only light her angry eyes.

“You foolish human, how dare you speak to me like this,” this was not Aphrodite the goddess of love, this was the goddess of fiery passion and victory, “ I did not curse you. You do not hold significance in my eyes anymore, you are a mere human. Humans all fall in love, it’s their destiny.”

The walls of the pristine white room they were in started to crack under the gravity of the goddess full immortal form. Hyunjin knew that the fact he was not dead meant that Aphrodite let him live as a sign of charity and because of the time they shared their bed. But she did not give second chances, she never had so he quickly kneeled and when he felt the presence of the immortal get gradually less overbearing he got up and walked backwards until back hit the door as a sign of respect and then left.

The drive home was pure madness, flashes of rage traveled through his body like lightning before leaving like nothing had happened. Hera was punishing him for angering her daughter, nothing was less expected from the goddess of family. When he stumbled into his house, with shaky hands he grabbed his ceremonial cup and offered his bloods to the gods to appease them and as a thanks for sparing his life.

The following day Hyunjin avoided looking at you in the eyes, he had never looked away from you, not even once. You were so used to having his fiery gaze on you that now your whole body felt cold as ice.

‘Maybe he’s tired,’ you thought while you worked. Tired or not, you felt him miles away from you even if you were touching his skin with your very own hands. Something had shifted between you.

The next day felt like a deja vù, Hyunjin still had his eyes closed and he still refused to talk to you. You felt wronged and cold. The following days followed the same pattern, it felt like a terrible nightmare. His nightly visits had also stopped and so did his texts.

Anger and frustration were eating away at you. Work had started to get tougher and Hyunjin’s attitude was making your mental health drop. The last straw was the pouring rain, you were stranded at work, with no umbrella, when all you wanted to do was go home, eat ice cream and sleep.

Fat teardrops started dropping down your cheeks, why was this all happening to you? Why couldn’t you live in peace? Why was Hwang Hyunjin doing this to you?

“Are you crying?” That voice. Hwang Hyunjin.

“That’s none of your business, Hyunjin,” you furiously wiped at your cheeks.

“It is,” his hand cupped your cheek and you had no strength to fight it, “ it is because you are the only woman i’ve ever loved in my long life.” Your breath hitched in your throat.

“Say that again.”

“You, “ he paused, “ are the only wo-”

You didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence, your lips attached to his and you richest deflated with relief. Kissing him felt familiar and natural. The recognizable desire that always lit within you when you were with him started spreading through you like wildfire. Your hands quickly traveled to his pants and unbuttoned his pants without thinking, you had done that countless times. His dick was already hard and leaking, waiting for you. Your soft hand wrapped around his velvety skin and tugged and moved just how you knew he liked, how you knew drove him mad. Your lips found his neck and nipped and sucked at his pulse point, his weak spot.

“Oh, baby, I’m not going to last, I think I’m cumming.”

A quick swipe of your thumb against his slip made him spill all over your hand, his head thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes tightly shut.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, lover, but first let me return the favor.”

A hand on his chest stopped him.

“Take me on a date first.”

“Whatever you want, lover.”

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bangchansdirty-slut · 1 month

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I definitely need that hyunjin idea with the new piercing and male reader. Like I need it so bad

Hidden Piercing

Paring:D Piercing!Top!Hyunjin x Bttm!Male Reader

Genre: Smut

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A/n:Sorry for the delay in uploading, I had some school work to finish. Also, I will be posting tons of fics next Wednesday for my birthday. Please feel free to send me your requests.

Hyunjin and M/n, college roommates, had been in a blissful relationship for several months now. Their bond was nothing short of fluff, with only occasional makeout sessions as their form of intimacy. However, there was one secret that Hyunjin had been desperate to share with M/n; before they had even started dating, Hyunjin had gotten an eyebrow piercing, which M/n was well aware of. The truth was, Hyunjin was so obsessed with his eyebrow piercing that he decided to get another one; this time, a dick piercing. He had heard good things about it, and wanted to try it out.

Fast forward to the present day, where the two lovers were cuddled up on Hyunjin's bed, watching a movie together. As the film progressed, their affection for each other only grew, and they soon found themselves entangled in a passionate makeout session. Amidst their heated exchange of tongues and saliva, Hyunjin finally managed to confess his secret to M/n. "I-I got another piercing… a dick piercing," he stammered between kisses.

M/n's eyes widened in surprise before a playful smirk spread across his lips. "Really? Show me," he purred, arching his back invitingly. Hyunjin could feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal as he reached down and unzipped his pants, revealing his pierced member. "Oh my god," M/n breathed, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight. "It's so sexy…"

Their lips met again, their tongues dancing together as their hands explored each other's bodies. Hyunjin felt M/n's warm, bare skin against his own, and he knew he couldn't wait any longer. He positioned himself between M/n's legs, guiding his pierced length to his lover's needy asshole. M/n moaned loudly, the sound filling the room as Hyunjin slowly thrust forward, feeling the heat and tightness engulf him.

The friction was exquisite, and Hyunjin moved faster, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. M/n arched his back, grinding his hips against Hyunjin's pelvis in perfect rhythm. The sensation of Hyunjin's pierced cock sliding in and out of him was unlike anything M/n had ever felt before, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his entire body.

Their moans filled the room, echoing off the walls as their passion grew. Hyunjin reached down, grasping M/n's cock in his hand, stroking it in time with his thrusts. M/n felt his orgasm building, the tension coiling tightly in his belly. He gripped the sheets, digging his nails into the soft fabric as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him.

Hyunjin's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles tense as he fought to maintain control. He could feel M/n's hole clenching around him, urging him on, and it drove him wild. He leaned forward, burying his face in M/n's neck, inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent that emanated from his skin.

M/n arched his back, throwing his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt the intense pleasure wash over him. His inner walls clenched tight around Hyunjin's pierced cock, milking him as he came, his cum spilling over both their hands and chests. The sensation of being filled by Hyunjin, feeling the vibrations of his orgasm as he thrust deep inside him, was more than M/n could bear.

Hyunjin felt M/n's body tense and relax around him, the warmth of his cum spreading through his fingers as he continued to thrust. His own release built inside him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control. He looked down at M/n, watching as his lover's eyes fluttered open, a dazed expression on his face.

"That was incredible," M/n breathed, reaching up to touch Hyunjin's cheek. "I didn't think anything could feel better than your eyebrow piercing, but…" He trailed off with a wicked smile, his hand moving down to grip Hyunjin's hip. "I guess I was wrong."

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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 5 months

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soooooo after a delightful conversation with @bahng-chrizz about who in ateez and stray kids would cum untouched from eating you out, i made myself extremely unwell. so have this ig. also pls send in mtls and ask nasty questions, i’m a puddle rn and wanna think about it 😮‍💨 anyways have this byeeeeeeeee

changbin just REALLY loves going down on you. like. so much. eating pussy is his favorite pastime. if he’s not working on a song, his head is between your legs. so naturally, when you get a little too enthusiastic and demand to sit on his face, he is far too eager to comply. 50% of the time he doesn’t even make it to undress before he’s hoisting you over him and trapping you by wrapping his ridiculously-beefy arms around your thighs. and 100% of the time, he cums - usually in his pants - before you ever get the chance to touch him.

hyunjin is a SLUT (affectionate). he’s walking sex. he’s a tease. he knows what he’s doing to you every time he flashes the tiniest amount of skin or just barely touches you. he’s not exactly a brat but he lets you treat him like he is because he likes it a little rough. so when your “punishment” is to tie him down and ride his tongue, he’s in heaven. it doesn’t take long before he’s moaning into your pussy, alerting you to his orgasm just as you’re about to tip over the edge yourself.

jisung is just so needy. really, it’s not you demanding you sit on his face, it’s him. he LIVES for your cunt. doesn’t matter what he’s doing to you, he just desperately needs to be touching you at all times, making you feel good. knowing he’s pleasing you gets him off. so he all but begs and tells you that you don’t even have to do anything except allow him to work, and before you know it, both of you are trembling.

felix is truly the best boy. he’s always so good and extremely reactive. his body is so sensitive to your touch. sometimes he hates how easy it is to work him up because he can never last. everything gets to him, even if it’s only slightly erotic. so after he’s collected his jaw off the floor at your request, he complies and sets off to make you cum. you can tell he’s turned on by his low groans and the way his fingers dig into your thighs but you don’t realize just how turned on he is until he makes a choked sound and begins squirming as he spills all over his belly.

seonghwa, like hyunjin, is walking sex. but he’s timid and easily excitable, like felix, and tends to indulge you, no matter what you ask. he’s quick to agree when you ask to sit on his face and before long, he’s guiding your hips back and forth because he knows how much you like when his nose bumps your clit. seeing you fall apart because of his tongue - and nose - has him suddenly whimpering as he soils his boxers.

san isn’t as frenzied as others you’ve been with but he’s certainly passionate about pleasing you. he also loves when you use him. he’s told you before how hot it is to him and he regularly lays back and lets you fuck yourself while he enjoys the view. you notice him bucking his hips into the air moments before you come undone yourself and just as you reach back to help him along, he lets go across his stomach, the visual finishing you off as well.

mingi is the awestruck type. to him, you’re a goddess and sex with you is a religious experience. you even taste heavenly. this regularly drives him mad and he simply must take his time to fully appreciate your taste. he often loses himself in your pleasure and every time you find yourself seated on his face, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, he does it again. the moment you explode on his tongue, he can’t contain himself. the only orgasms that are better than those are the ones where he’s buried deep inside you and you’re reacting the same way he reacts to you - like he’s a god.

wooyoung is the brattiest boy. he regularly challenges you and only offers a shit-eating grin in response. it often lands him in hot water, not that he really cares. but sometimes, when he’s feeling like a good boy - read: he doesn’t think he can handle being punished so retracts all his previous actions and statements - he gives you his all and starts to get lost in you. he devours you and begs for more with a simple pleading expression and when you seem to give in, he cums almost as hard as if you’d been sucking the life out of him.

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kaciidubs · 5 months

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OK OK LISTEN TO ME TWIN FLAME BBY TELL ME WHY

tell me why Hyunjin is the “hit it like it’s all mine” type

* not me listening to all mine -plaza on repeat with the image of Hyunjin drenching me with his spit and cum*

WHY DOES FHIS MAN HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING INSANE!!!!!

P.s love you

Estee I am clutching my PEARLS- OF COURSE YOU ATTACK WITH HYUNE OH SWEET MERCY--

No cause you're right, you're so right, he's the "hit it like it's all mine" type, and it especially comes out if you're in a friends with benefits situation.

Hyunjin is a lover, doesn't matter the scenario, he's making sure he's putting his all into the experience so even if you both agreed that feelings wouldn't get involved, he's still fucking you like he's in love with you.

It's the worst when it's after a night out, him catching the way a guy was staring at you the whole night while you were hanging off his arm - your favorite, tried and true tactic of getting free drinks from a man who couldn't think past his dick.

Back at the dorms he'll have you bent into the prettiest arch, bite marks and dark hickeys decorating you from your shoulders down, lips pressed to the curve of your ass with whispers of how beautiful you are, how you're his and his alone to have.

Of course you're drunk off of his touch, mindlessly replying with breathless whines of "All yours, Hyune" and "Only need you, baby".

He doesn't need to know if you actually mean those words, he doesn't find himself caring if there's truth behind them when he's sliding his tip through your wet folds, smirking when you buck your hips back.

"I'm the only one who can have you like this, hm? I'm the only one who can make you this wet, this needy, isn't that right, my muse?" when you merely let out a wanton moan, he chuckles, "It's okay, love, cause you're the only one who can make me this hard - get me this riled up over simply being you; irresistible, beautiful, smart, kind, it makes it that much more special making you crumble just from my lips, my fingers, my dick."

That's when he finally enters you, long and hard and so, so satisfying, you think you're already on the brink of an orgasm without him having to do anything more.

"I'll show them who you belong to," he hisses, slapping your ass before gripping your cheek in his hand, "I'll remind you who you belong to, love. You're all mine, remember that."

[unedited]

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straykeedz · 3 months

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“See? I told you it was going to be a success,” Hyunjin closes your bedroom door behind his slender figure, speaking in a low tone to make sure nobody can hear his words.

“My aunt already loves you,” you giggle, opening a drawer only to pull out micellar water and cotton disks to remove your makeup, “she’s going to be crushed when she finds out.”

“Maybe she won’t,” Hyunjin casually comments with a shrug, then crosses his arms over his torso and takes his sweater off, remaining with just a long-sleeved t-shirt.

“What do you mean she won’t, you saw how she was about to cry when I introduced you two,” you point out while removing your earrings, placing the jewellery on your desk, careful not to scratch the delicate wooden surface.

“She won’t find out, I mean,” Hyunjin clarifies, “pabo.”

But that confuses you even more. “I’m not following you…”

“I mean, we don’t have to necessarily tell her about our… agreement,” Hyunjin concludes.

“It’s going to be messy, though, don’t you think?” You ask with a frown, looking at your reflection in the mirror as you start to take your makeup off, starting by your eyes. “I mean, our relationship is technically fake…” you remind him.

It had been Hyunjin’s idea - he was going to be your fake boyfriend for the winter holidays so that your family would finally stop being nosy about your love life, especially your aunt. You were against the idea, and tried to tell Hyunjin it would only complicate things, but he’d insisted. He’d insisted so much you eventually gave in.

“Hey, you could always book me as your fake boyfriend for the next holidays,” he jokes, winking at you, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Yeah, but think about everything that could go wrong,” you admonish him, while focusing on removing your foundation, throwing the used cotton pad in the trash can and grabbing a clean one.

“What could go wrong?” Hyunjin approaches the bed, but right before he could sit on it, you snap your head in his direction, nearly breaking your neck in the process, just to glare at him.

“Don’t you dare sit on the bed while you’re still wearing jeans,” you growl, and Hyunjin’s eyebrows lift in surprise.

“They’re clean though?”

“Hyunjin, go change. Now,” you demand, and he scoffs, rolling his eyes at you, but you don’t care. Your bedroom, your rules.

“Fine,” he glares at you, then picks up the clean pajama shirt from your bed, “you were saying that things could go wrong before you went all crazy about my jeans touching your bed. Which things?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, styling your hair into a messy ponytail as you proceed with your skincare routine, “like, what if you get a girlfriend? What are you gonna tell her, that you can’t spend the holidays with her because you’re busy pretending to be your best friend’s fake boyfriend?”

He doesn’t seem too bothered by the scenario you’ve just described to him. “If I get a girlfriend,” he stresses the first word. He crosses his arms over his chest and takes off his long-sleeved t-shirt, remaining shirtless in the middle of your childhood bedroom.

“Why wouldn’t you get a girlfriend? You’re smart and hot and you’re an artist - artists do get laid a lot,” you point out, turning to look at him. He’s already put his pajama shirt on.

“Did you just say I’m hot?” Hyunjin inquires, furrowing his eyebrows as he fidgets with the buttons of his tight skinny jeans. He slides them down his legs, then takes them off for good. Even though it’s not awkward for either of you - since you’re pretty comfortable around each other, you still turn your head away to give him at least a little bit of privacy as he changes.

“I mean, you are,” you shrug, “and I know countless of girls who wo- what the fuck are you doing?” You nearly shout, unable to mask your surprise.

Hyunjin’s body is turned so that you’re now facing his back, fingers hooked in each side of his boxers. You stopped him right before he could pull them down his thighs and flash you with his naked butt.

He looks at you over his shoulder. “What? I always sleep without any underwear on,” he shrugs, acting as if it were the most normal thing in the whole world what he was just about to do. “It’s uncomfortable,” he explains.

“Yah, we- we’re not sharing a bed if you’re not wearing boxers.”

“But it’s uncomf-“

“I don’t care,” you raise your pointer finger in the air as to admonish him. “I know it’s uncomfortable, I sleep without underwear, too. But that’s the rule for tonight - I can’t sleep next to you knowing… knowing you’re not wearing anything underneath your pajamas.”

Hyunjin’s cock twitches inside his boxers, still limp, when you mention the fact you usually don’t wear panties while sleeping, but he’s quick to brush the thought away. “Why, because you know you’re gonna want to jump my bones?” He teases, wiggling his eyebrows, and you roll your eyes at him.

“Idiot,” you shake your head, even though deep down you know he’s right.

That’s why you didn’t want to accept his offer and pretend you two are dating, that’s exactly what you were scared of. The domesticity of it all, the way everything feels almost too real and natural between the two of you, and also the way you’re starting to grow accustomed to Hyunjin’s constant presence around you. You shouldn’t have agreed on this, especially knowing you have the biggest crush on him, it’s only going to complicate things.

“Besides,” you furrow your eyebrows, “why would you change here when the bathroom’s just across the hall?”

“To be fair I wasn’t gonna change yet, I just wanted to lie down on the bed,” he corrects you, “it’s your fault.”

You’re finally done with your nighttime skincare routine, and you can finally change and go to bed - you’re exhausted and you could really use a good night’s sleep. You grab your pajamas and exit your bedroom. Hyunjin sees you coming back inside the room mere seconds later, still fully clothed, and gives you a questioning look.

“It’s occupied, I’m gonna change here,” you explain, and he nods understandingly. “Turn around- or close your eyes, I don’t care.”

“I was gonna point out that I’ve literally seen you in a bathing suit countless of times by now, but I’m not going to,” Hyunjin comments.

“Wise choice.”

It’s true, he’s seen you wearing nothing but a bikini plenty of times, but right now you feel like it’s an entirely different thing. First of all, back then you were at the pool, surrounded by all of your closest friends, while now you’re alone in the confines of your old childhood bedroom. He’s already under the covers, and you’re about to strip down and change while being in the same room as he is. It’s domestic.

Hyunjin does eventually close his eyes and does not peek while you change. However, he catches a glimp of the side of your breasts by accident, then closes his eyes shut once again and tries to ignore the way his dick just twitched for the second time in less than ten minutes, both times because of you.

Maybe he overestimated himself. Maybe he shouldn’t have proposed such a ridiculous thing to you knowing the big, fat crush he has on you. Being your fake boyfriend sounds incredibly stupid now, as he lies in your bed and tries to not think of how bad he wants to wrap his arms around your waist, pull you closer and crash his lips on yours.

It gets even worse when you slip under the covers next to him.

“Can you turn off the lamp on your nightstand?” You ask him, and he promptly nods, reaching for the switch.

Darkness engulfs the whole room and your figures, but you can still make out each other’s faces thanks to the moonlight. Hyunjin thinks he could paint you, paint this scene. It’s so intimate, the two of you lying next to each other, sharing a bed for the night - for the week. It’s only the first day, there’s no way he’s going to survive the holidays with you without confessing his feelings.

“Hyunjin?” You call his name with a weak voice.

“Hm?” He hums, his gaze shifting to your eyes, fighting the urge to pull some strands of hair away from your face.

“Put those cold ass feet away from me,” you whine.

“Y/N…” he pouts, “but I’m coooold.”

“Wear some socks, then.”

“Y/N, I literally just told you I can’t sleep with my underwear on, what makes you think I’d sleep with socks on?” He rhetorically asks you, and even though the room is dark, he can still see you rolling your eyes at him.

“Well, don’t put your feet anywhere me, then,” you scold him.

“But I’m coooold,” he repeats with the same whiny voice, rubbing his feet with yours until you abruptly pull away.

“Hyunjin, I swear to God, if you touch me again with your-“ of course he does it again. “Hyunjin!”

“What? What are you going to do about it?” He challenges when he feels you sit up on the bed. “What-“ he’s cut off by the pillow you just threw at him, hitting him in the face - not hurting him, of course.

He stares at you dumbfounded, blinking rapidly a couple of times, slightly confused. Then, he reaches for the lamp switch, turning it on. “Did you just… did you just throw your pillow at me?” He asks you, tilting his head to the side.

“Yes and I would not hesitate to do it again,” you cross your arms over your chest, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Serves you right for putting your-“

It’s his turn to hit you with his pillow.

You look at him surprised, with your mouth agape and raised eyebrows. “You did not just do that.”

“Why? You did it first,” Hyunjin shrugs, unbothered.

“And I’m gonna do it again,” you hiss, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Wha-“

It doesn’t take long before the two of you start a pillow fight. Kneeling on the bed, you hit him with your pillow and he hits you back, and the room is soon filled with giggles and squeaks. Hyunjin almost knocks your lamp off his nightstand by accident, and swears under his breath - it’s vile and coward, you know it, but you still hit him with the pillow while he’s distracted. You just weren’t expecting him to fall from the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thump.

“Shit, Hyunjin!” You gasp, dropping your pillow on the bed, quickly kneeling on the edge of the bed and sticking your head out to look at him, sprawled on the floor. “Are you alright?”

“I hate you,” he gives you the side-eye, and you giggle.

“No, you don’t,” you sing-song, tilting your head to the side, “I’m your bestie, you loooove me.”

He truly does, but you don’t know it yet.

“Help me get up, you menace,” he shakes his head while chuckling, sticking his arm out so that you can grab him and help him. Only when you do grab his hand, he just pulls you towards him, which results in you falling from the bed as well. Thankfully, there’s a rug, so you don’t hurt yourself.

“I can’t believe you, you did that on purpose!”

“Of course I did, you did too!” Hyunjin argues, running his fingers through his hair.

“I did not!” You argue back, knowing it’s not entirely true.

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “Really?” He asks. “You literally hit me while I was busy fixing your stupid lamp, you so did that on purpose.”

“Nothing of this,” you start, “would have happened if you didn’t rub your ugly feet on mine.”

He gasps dramatically, feigning offence. “First of all, my feet are not ugly,” he says, “and second of all… shut up.”

You kneel on the floor, looking at him with a frown on your face. “Don’t tell me to shut up, you shut up.”

“Or? You’ve already thrown me on the floor, what are you gonna do next, fly me out the window?” He challenges.

“Don’t try me, bitch,” you giggle and he laughs along, “but I was thinking of something worse.”

“Worse?”

“Mh-hm,” you hum, and then proceed to attack him, using his weak spot against him.

A tickling fight. You’re not ticklish at all, but him? He’s the most ticklish person you’ve ever met - literally folds in two as soon as you start torturing him. He squirms so much in his place you’re actually struggling - to make sure he stays in place and accepts his fate, you climb on his lap, continuing to move your fingers on each of his sides.

“Stop, please,” Hyunjin manages to say between giggles, but you don’t listen to him, and press down on his body, lifting his t-shirt a bit to tickle his skin directly. “Seriously, stop,” he sounds panicked and his eyes widen. You look at him confused, tilting your head.

“What’s wrong?”

And then you feel it. He knows you’re feeling it by the way your jaw drops. He covers his face with both of his hands, making whiny sound out of embarrassment. You’re currently sitting on his erection. As in, his hard dick is currently pressing on your clothed pussy, and it’s pulsing as it continues to grow.

“Hyunjin…”

“Don’t. Please, don’t say anything,” Hyunjin mumbles, “I might die out of embarrassment if you do, I swear.”

You should probably get off of him. Yes, you should definitely get up and not grind on it. A little huff escapes Hyunjin’s lips when you do. It feels hard and long underneath you, and you can’t help but feel a little curious right now. You wonder what it looks like - you wonder what it feels like. And before you know it, you’re grinding on it once more, the tickling fight you’d started is now long forgotten.

Hyunjin’s hand comes to rest on your hip when he feels you moving on top of him. “Y/N,” he whines, still covering his eyes with his other hand. You can’t help but notice his cheeks are a little red.

“I’m sorry, it’s just…” you bite on your lip as you squirm some more, “it feels nice,” you confess, boldly.

Hyunjin wails. “Oh my God.”

You’re literally sitting on his dick right now, and you just told him you think it’s nice. Is this a wet dream, perhaps? He’s sure he’s had a similar one not too long ago - it was so vivid, so realistic he’d woken up in a pool of sweat and was forced to shove his hand in his pants and relieve himself because his stupid boner just wouldn’t go away.

His length twitches, and Hyunjin swears he’s the hardest he’s ever been.

“Oh,” you gasp at the feeling.

“Yeah, ‘m sorry,” he still won’t look at you, as he bites on his lip.

You don’t get up. He doesn’t ask you to.

He only speaks up when he feels you grinding on his erection once again, now placing his other hand on your other hip, finally finding in himself the courage to look into your eyes. “I- I think you shouldn’t do… that,” he clears his throat.

“You don’t like it?” You ask, tilting your head to the side and looking at him confused.

Hyunjin blinks at you. Is he sure this is not a dream?

“Oh, no,” he chuckles, shaking his head and you feel your heart drop. He sees your face and he’s quick to add, “I like it, I do. A little too much maybe. That’s the problem.”

“You do?”

You look so innocent right now, you sound so innocent. Hyunjin wants nothing more than to find the courage to tell you. It couldn’t be any more embarrassing than getting hard while in the middle of a tickling fight, right?

“I- I mean… of course I like it,” he clears his throat once more, then drops his gaze to where you’re sitting on top of him. “The girl I’m in love with is sitting on my dick right now, I’d be crazy not to like it.”

He did it, he finally did it. Part of him is proud of himself, while a small voice in the back of his brain is yelling “pabo!” at him right now.

“The girl… the girl you’re in love with?” Your breath hitches, your heartbeat speeds up. It’s so loud you bet Hyunjin can feel it from there. “As in… me?”

“Is there another girl sitting on my dick right now?” You slap his shoulder. “Ow!”

“Sorry, it’s just… I can’t believe you’re in love me,” you confess, your own cheeks heating up.

“Well I take it back, I’m not anymore. Ow,” he whines, rubbing his shoulder.

You quickly lean in to place a kiss right on the spot where you slapped him. “No, no, no, don’t take it back, I’m sorry,” you place two, three, four kisses on his shoulder, “I’m in love with you too,” you mumble, your voice is muffled by his pajama shirt.

He freezes under your touch, but relaxes immediately after, his arm circling your waist as he pulls you closer. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin mixed with the one of the cologne he wears. “You are?”

“Of course I am, you pabo,” you giggle, nuzzling his shirt, “I thought I was being so obvious tonight at dinner. I was all over you.”

“I thought you were acting, you know,” Hyunjin mumbles, running his fingers up and down your spine, “like, to convince your family or something.”

“Nope, it was aaaall true.”

“Even when you kissed me under the mistletoe?” Hyunjin can’t help but ask, remembering how good it felt when your lips met his and how it wished it’d never end.

“Especially then.”

Hyunjin’s slender and delicate fingers cup your face, and force you to look at him. It only lasts a few seconds, though - he swallows the lump in his throat, licks his lips and then he finally kisses you. He kisses you with so much passion and impatience that you both somehow forget you’re still laying on your bedroom floor - you don’t care right now, though, not when Hyunjin’s running his hot tongue along your lower lip.

It’s when you pull away from each other that Hyunjin begins to kiss your jaw, then your neck, scraping the flesh with his teeth careful not to leave any mark though - he wouldn’t want any of your relatives to point it out tomorrow night at the Christmas dinner. His cock is still hard and still resting between your legs, right on your pussy, and you can’t help but press down on it looking for some form of friction to ease the tingling feeling between your legs. You’re sure your panties are sticky with your arousal by now.

“Hyunjin…” you huff, wrapping your fingers around his wrists as he now kisses your collarbone.

“Hm?”

“Can we… do it?”

His cock throbs, his kisses stop.

“Do you… do you want to do it? Right now?” He mumbles against your skin. A shiver runs down his spine when you run your fingers through his hair.

You nod. “You’re hard and I’m… I’m wet for you,” you admit and he involuntarily jerks his hips upwards. You both gasp.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he mumbles a quick apology, before lifting his head to meet your eyes once more. He wants to be sure you’re sure, that you want this too, that you want him as much as he wants you. “Are you sure you want me? That you wanna do this with me?”

“I’m sure.”

Hyunjin nods. “Okay, okay. Let’s get on the bed the-“

“No!” You interrupt him, and he furrows his brows at you, “I mean… that bed is really old, we’re gonna make so much noise,” you explain. “Here.”

“Here?” Hyunjin asks you. “On the floor?”

You nod. “I kinda need you now.”

It happens so fast you’re not really registering what’s going on. In a matter of seconds, you manage to take off your pajama pants with the help of Hyunjin, whose eyes roll in the back of his head at the sight of your naked pussy. Then, you help him slide his pants down his legs, and he finally whips his dick out. It’s as pretty as you’d imagined it, maybe more. Longer than average, that’s for sure, and maybe not too thick, but definitely the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen.

“Foreplay?” He asks you, and you shake your head as a no. “You sure?”

“Yeah, ‘m really wet. Feel,” you encourage him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and allowing him to finally touch you.

His jaw drops in awe at the feeling of your arousal coating his fingers. “Mhh, for me?”

You nod. “For you.”

Hyunjin bites his lip and wraps his own fingers around the base of his neglected cock, and the both of you gasp and whine when he slides his cockhead up and down your wet folds. And then, he’s pressing at your entrance, ready to slip inside of your heat.

“Oh,” you gasp at the feeling of him filling you up with his hard length. It’s a stretch, yes, but it’s also a very pleasant feeling, having him inside of you.

He rests his hand on your hip once he bottoms out, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths. You feel exactly like he thought you would, it’s unreal. Maybe he should pinch his arm and check this really isn’t a dream.

He helps you with your movements, guiding your hips up and down his length - slowly, just how he likes it. It allows him to feel every inch of your tight pussy squeezing his cock, and he holds back a moan. His hips snap up to meet yours, his cock reaching an even deeper spot inside of you, and you whine. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world to him.

You place your hands on his chest as you move up and down his length - waiting for the moment only his tip is inside before sinking down, taking all of him inside of you. “Like that, you’re perfect, oh my God,” Hyunjin says though labored breaths, biting his lip as he feels you clenching around him. He cups your asscheek with one of his hands, squeezing the soft flesh underneath his fingers. “Yeah, li- like that,” he encourages you, “you’re so wet, I can’t believe this is all for me.”

“It’s all for you, Hyune, it’s yours. I’m yours,” you whimper.

Hyunjin chokes a moan. “Mine? You’re mine? Yeah, yeah, you are, of course you are,” he’s rambling at this point, feeling close to emptying himself inside of you. “‘M never gonna let you go, you’re stuck with me now.”

You nod, bouncing on his cock, albeit slowly - the filthy, squelching sounds that are filling the room drive both you and Hyunjin crazy. “And you’re stuck with me.”

“My pleasure,” Hyunjin chuckles, “I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea.”

You smile at him, and are about to say something when the feeling of your impending orgasm cuts you off. “Hyune, ‘m…” you whine, “‘m about to-“

Hyunjin promptly lifts himself up so that you’re both in a sitting position now, and he’s quick to kiss your lips to muffle your moans as you cum around him. The feelings is indescribable, it makes him want to never stop fucking you. He intertwines his fingers in your hair, placing small pecks on your mouth as you catch your breath, riding out your high.

“‘M close, too. Where- where can I-“

“Inside, Hyune, inside,” you answer without thinking twice, and maybe you should have.

With his eyes rolled back and his mouth agape, he releases inside of you mere seconds later, filling you up with his warm semen, giving a couple of shallow thrusts to ride it out completely. He lies back down on the floor, chest rising and falling quickly. He feels you rest your head on his torso, and he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he kisses your head. He’s still inside of you.

“Maybe we should…” he starts, still feeling a bit dizzy, “maybe we should clean ourselves up before it start to… you know, leak.”

“Yep, definitely,” you kiss his chest, “my mom’s gonna kill you if your cum stains the rug,” you giggle.

Hyunjin feels absolutely complete as he slides under the covers and wraps his limbs around you a couple of minutes later, kissing your shoulder as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You’re about to finally fall asleep when you hear his voice.

“So I’m assuming it won’t bother you anymore if I touch you with my cold ass feet now?”

🎄

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭! “𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧” 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝

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wonuvs · 5 months

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real, thinking about ass man hyunjin who likes to mark up thighs and ass, esp if it’s an insecurity <\3

MINORS PISS OFF. tags: hyunjin x gn!reader + marking

this!!! sweet and attentive boyfriend!hyunjin that knows you well enough to just know when you're having a bad self-image day. he'd notice how your appetite seemed to be non-existent that day, or how your body freezed in his hold when his hand settled on your thigh and hip as you watched a movie on the couch. he'd notice the way you subtly frowned at your reflection whenever you passed by a mirror or window, watched as you picked the baggiest, loosest sweatpants of his to put on along with a big sweatshirt and puffy jacket to completely cover yourself up to your afternoon picnic date instead of that pretty knitted short dress you'd been so excited to wear just the night before.

“i'm just cold, hyune, don't worry.” you'd mumbled when he asked if everything was okay, though the thin layer of sweat on your forehead said otherwise. your boyfriend pouted, inching closer to you until he enveloped you in a hug, his hands softly kneading and palming the source of your insecurities.

“i think someone needs to be reminded again how perfect they are, hm?” and he did. he immediately laid you down and tore your clothes off, peppering every single inch of your skin with wet kisses before flipping you on your stomach, focusing his attention on your thighs and asscheeks. he'd fondle your squishy skin, whisper how beautiful and perfect you are in his eyes, mumble how he'd happily spend the rest of his life worshipping you and your flawless body as his plump lips and teeth nip and mark your skin.

bruise after bruise would quickly bloom on your skin as he encourages you to repeat after him how gorgeous you are, how stunning your body is, until you believe your words, until it finally gets through that pretty little head of yours. and if not, hyunjin is always eager to remind you that a thousand times more.

#anonymus #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin smut #hyunjin hard hours #hyunjin hard thoughts #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin hard thoughts #hwang hyunjin hard hours #hwang hyunjin smut

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mixtape-0325 · 5 months

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Uhm so, it's fucking over for me. If you see 10 sub!hyunjin fics in the upcoming weeks you can blame it on this cause FUCK you dont wanna know everything im thinking rn

#stray kids #skz #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin hard thoughts #hwang hyunjin hard hours #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin imagines #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin hard thoughts #hyunjin hard hours #hyunjin smut

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hyunjinniesgirl · 2 years

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behind the bubble - h.hj

today i present to you, yet another hyunjin smut. sorry not sorry. and yes this was def inspired by hyunjin saying he was naked while taking these selfies. i hope yall enjoy this one!! :33

this is a strictly 18+ fic. minors do not interact.

please like, comment, reblog, or interact if you liked it!! photos are from pinterest and are not mine.

wc: 2.2k

genre: smutty smut smut

warnings (if you are uncomfy with these topics please do not interact): fem!reader, harddom!hyunjin, sub!reader, brat!reader, brattamer!hyunjin, pet names (mostly baby), cunnilingus, face slap, thigh slap, piv, riding, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex), daddy kink bc i have a problem, riding, mention of other members bc i have a problem, cream pie, finger sucking, cum eating. apologies if i'm missing something, pls let me know!

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You were already tucked into bed channel surfing through the hotel TV when Hyunjin walked in, still full of energy despite putting on a three hour show just an hour prior. You sat in nothing but one of the plush robes provided by the hotel, becoming one with the queen sized bed.

“I’ll shower later,” he explained lowly, fiddling with the knot holding your robe together. “I’m a little hungry right now.”

“Hmm?” You questioned, lifting your head to look up at him. “Skijigi left a burger for you earlier, it’s on—“

Hyunjin chuckled, cutting you off. He dropped one of his big hands to your bare thigh, gripping harshly and smirking down at you. “Not what I meant, baby.”

“Oh,” was all you could reply before Hyunjin guided you down to lay flush against the mattress, his gaze never breaking yours.

Hyunjin always caught you off guard when he wanted you. He could go from being the softest, most affectionate boyfriend to a filthy mouthed fiend within half a second. You liked to think you had a decent amount of game before dating Hyunjin. In the beginning, Hyunjin was more shy and reserved while you made all the first moves, but as your intimacy increased it became obvious that Hyunjin actually held the upper hand in the bedroom. More often than not, Hyunjin made you putty in his hands, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Hyunjin spoke softly, his breath hitting your neck. Tingles ignited down your body at his sensual whispers. You whined and writhed below him as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses behind your ear down to your collarbones. “I’m gonna take this cute little number off you and eat out your pretty little cunt, but you have to promise me something.”

“Anything, Hyunjin. I’ll do anything, please,” you begged, desperately trying to rut yourself against his hard on poking your thigh. The sight of you below him made Hyunjin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, almost forgetting his instructions for you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so cute when you’re needy and begging for me,” he groaned. “I know it’s hard but I need you to promise me that you won’t make a sound. Can you be a good girl and do that for me, hmm?” Hyunjin looked up at you through his eyelashes as he continued to bite and suck at your collarbones.

Your face burned red at his request, mouth hanging open in shock. “Jinnie, that’s not fair,” you whined.

In pure Hyunjin fashion, he ignored you, tugging on the knot of your robe to expose your bare body to him. You sat up slightly to push the robe off your shoulders and toss it to the side. Hyunjin moved his mouth back up to your lips as his hand trailed down your stomach to your sopping wet core.

“Shit,” Hyunjin swore against your lips as he swiped a single finger between your slick folds. “You played with yourself before I came back didn’t you?” He questioned, gliding his finger up and down your slit to gather the moisture pooling around it, just barely touching your clit. “I bet you laid here for hours on twitter getting off to videos of me performing tonight.”

You nodded dumbly, not having the energy in you to lie, especially when he teased you like this. “You look so good on stage, Daddy, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Such a dirty girl for me.” Hyunjin clicked his tongue as he created some distance between the two of you. Locking his eyes with yours, Hyunjin brought a second finger down to your heat, gathering as much of your fluids as he could before bringing them back up to his mouth. He closed his eyes as he sucked your juices off his fingers, putting on a show just for you.

You covered your mouth as your eyebrows knotted together, unable to look away at your godly boyfriend. You knew you looked pathetic sprawled naked against the bright white bed, legs spread wide just how Hyunjin liked it, your desire for him clear on your face and on the moisture now pooling on the sheets below you. Hyunjin hummed around his fingers, taking his time to truly savor your taste.

“Do you want a taste, baby?” Hyunjin asked, hovering over you once more. You nodded wordlessly, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him with wide eyes. Never breaking your gaze, Hyunjin gripped your jaw with one had, slightly squishing your cheeks as he let a string of spit fall from his mouth to yours. “Such a tasty fucking cunt, and all for me. Now, remember what I told you okay?”

You swallowed his spit obediently, letting out a barely audible “okay, daddy” in your already fucked out state. Hyunjin had barely touched you and yet you could already feel your head fogging up with need.

He used one of his hands to keep one of your legs rested on his shoulder, making sure you were spread wide for him. Hyunjin dipped his head down, immediately latching on to your clit. A yelp slipped out of you as you buried your hands in his hair, earning you a slap on the outside of your thigh. The stinging broke you out of your haze, growing more frustrated with the lack of attention Hyunjin was giving your pussy. After throwing you a glare in warning, Hyunjin continued his work on your pussy.

Rules be damned, you mewled and whined as you ground your core onto his plush lips. You thought you had gotten away with it too, until one hard pull on Hyunjin’s hair had him ripping his face away from your heat.

“What did I say, hmm? Is it so hard to be a good girl just this once? You better watch it, princess, if you act up enough maybe I’ll just stop and get myself off in the shower,” your boyfriend threatened. You sucked on your teeth as he stared you down.

“You wouldn’t, babe, you love my pussy too much. Why would you fuck your hand when my cunt is wet and ready for you already?” you spat out, riling Hyunjin up even more.

You weren’t normally bratty, but Hyunjin’s request of you staying quiet while he ate you out was absurd. On top of that, he insisted on teasing you, refusing to put more than a finger inside of you.

“That’s it,” Hyunjin mumbled, climbing back up your body to grab your face harsher than he did before.

Without warning, Hyunjin pushed his hard cock into you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Hyunjin didn’t let up the grip he held on your face as he continued his shallow thrusts. You whined below him, begging him to go faster. He ignored you, slowly increasing his pace, but not enough to satisfy you. He was driving you insane with his teasing and you couldn’t even see what was in it for him.

“If you keep fucking me like that, I’ll just go to Channie next door. I’m sure he’ll know how to fuck me dumb.” It was an empty threat, you both knew it, but it was enough for Hyunjin to snap.

Hyunjin let go of your face abruptly, landing a swift slap across your cheek before regaining his grip. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his face less than a centimeter from yours. “You want to be a brat? I’ll fucking treat you like one.”

Hyunjin got up on his knees, once again lifting one of your legs to spread you open. Keeping his eyes trained on your pussy, Hyunjin finally sheathed his entire length inside you, making you arch your back off the bed.

“What happened to my good girl, huh? When’d you get so fucking bratty,” Hyunjin mumbled, still watching his cock drill into your pussy. Wet, squelching sounds filled the hotel room, accompanying your moans. “My girl likes to get slapped doesn’t she? Your pussy was already so wet before but now it’s like your cunt is swallowing me babe.”

All you could do was nod and reach for him, grateful that he was finally giving you what you wanted. You panted his name over and over again, throwing an arm over your eyes as you focused on the sensation of Hyunjin fucking you. Hyunjin continued to fuck you hard, periodically pulling most of his length out before snapping his hips against yours all at once. He accompanied his thrusts with a hand splayed over your lower stomach, pushing down on your abdomen while his thumb moved quickly over your clit. The stimulation made you scream, forcing yourself to pull your arm away from your eyes and bite down on your hand.

“Look at me baby.” You opened your eyes as Hyunjin panted over you again, sweat dripping down the side of his face. You stuck your tongue out for him once more in a silent request. Smirking at you, he fulfilled your wish, spitting harshly into your mouth, not slow and sensual like before. “God, you feel so fucking good. You look so good right now, letting me use you like a little toy.”

“Please don’t stop Jinnie, I’m gonna—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you grasped Hyunjin’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Aww saying please? Seems my baby finally learned some manners,” Hyunjin teased. “I’ll let you cum this time, my love, but don’t expect this kind of mercy next time you decide to act up.”

You moaned his name like a prayer as he brought you to your climax. You watched as he continued his thrusts, running a hand through his hair as he panted and grunted. He was mesmerizing like this, focused on his own pleasure as if you weren’t even there.

“God, you’re so hot,” you whined, snapping him out of his haze.

“Yeah?” he questioned with a smirk, watching the fucked out expression on your face.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled. “You look so good, daddy, I want you to cum inside me so bad. I wanna be so full of you, please.” You were begging now, the brat facade thrown aside. Sex with Hyunjin wasn’t complete for you until you felt all of him.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin swore before flipping you over so that you were on top of him. You yelped in surprise before reinserting his member into you. You collapsed on top of him as he grabbed each of your thighs in his hands.

“I needed to feel you close, baby,” he whispered in your ear, guiding you up and down on his cock. “Couldn’t stop thinking about fucking this sweet pussy while I was on stage. Now I get to cum inside it, fill it up with all of me. You’re such a little slut baby, letting me stuff you like this.”

“I’m such a slut for you, only you, Hyunjin, please I need it. You own this pussy baby.”

"Mm my pussy, all for me." Hyunjin’s panting sped up and grew more audible as he fucked you harder from below. Through gritted teeth, Hyunjin spilled himself into you, your bones turning to jelly as you relished in the feeling of his essence filling your hole. Hyunjin brought your head down to crash his lips into yours, sloppily chasing your lips as he rode out his high.

You smiled as you pulled away from him, sitting up with his cock still inside you. Slowly, you lifted your hips, your shared essence sliding down his member. Hyunjin watched in awe as you brought a hand down, gathering some on your fingers and sucking it off, mimicking his earlier actions.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Hyunjin said endearingly, bringing you back down to land a softer kiss on your lips.

You climbed off of him, disregarding the mess you made temporarily. After a few soft kisses, Hyunjin grabbed his phone, switching to the camera app to take a few selfies of the two of you. He took one of his kissing your cheek as you cheesed with your eyes closed, and another of the two of you in a fit of giggles.

“Should I take one for Bubble?” Hyunjin asked. It was a rhetorical question, of course, he would take one for Bubble. Hyunjin posted everything on Bubble.

“Baby, you’re naked,” you laughed, slapping his chest. Hyunjin’s eyes went wide at the realization before throwing his head back in laughter.

“I almost lost my job,” Hyunjin joked, making the two of you laugh once again. “Ah, I got it.”

Hyunjin got up momentarily to wrap a hoodie around himself then resumed his selfie position on the bed. He snapped a few more selfies and an audio message before posting them.

“Okay!” He exclaimed, putting his phone away for the night. “I’m going to shower, and since you’ve been such a bad girl today I expect you to make it up to me.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before throwing his legs off the side of the bed.

You rolled your eyes as he sassily sashayed away, trailing close behind him anyway.

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facioleeknow · 1 month

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Time for love ° Hwang Hyunjin

Snippet of my upcoming fanfiction, it is available fully on my Kofi otherwise it will be posted on tumblr in five days on the 1st of april.

TW for the snippet: Greek mythology au, adonis!hyunjin, model!hyunjin, make up artist! reader

tw for the whole fic: smut (more detailed warnings will be posted with the whole fic), angry hyunjin, borderline asshole hyunjin, emotionally constipated hyunjin

My Kofi <3

Something warm and small suddenly touched his shoulder, hesitantly. He hissed and his eyes shot open, his staff knew better than to interfere with his pattern.

His breath hitched in his throat when he opened his eyes. This wasn’t his usual make-up artist.

“Sorry to disturb you Mr. Hwang, I am Y/N L/N, your new makeup artist,” your voice was sweet, way too sweet to be human, but he knew all deities by heart. Perhaps some kind of creature.

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channieandhisgoonsquad · 6 months

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Before any one of y'alls even looks at this... the answer is...

"NO, I AM NOT OKAY"

My delulu brain cannot get this gorgeous dork out of her weird ass mind. More specifically... his fucking long legs.

In my first example, you will see how tiny these shorts look and how amazingly meaty his thigh looks crossed over the other. I want to pinch the spot on the bottom to get him to either giggle, pout, or scowl at me; all are valid and acceptable options.

Like, seriously, look at how delicious they look in shorts. His calves are perfect too. Now, I am a person with a strong dislike for feet, but his look so cute. I don't want to touch them, but I would tell him that they're pretty. lol

But also, this fucker just looks SO GOOD in jeans. Especially in this picture.

His lap looks so comfortable.

Besides the fact that you can clearly see the outline of his junk, I want to straddle him while he's sitting there and tell him all of the nasty things I want to do to him and vice versa when we get home. All of those things being whispered to him while I run my hands through his perfect hair, tugging slightly when I get to the back of his head.

And sweet baby Jesus, his legs look so long when he wears skinnies. Like he is so insanely proportioned that I can't decide where to look. Obviously, in the below photo, there are a few good options.

His cute ferret face that I want to grab and smooch everywhere.

His long slender fingers that could reach places you didn't know existed.

The tight ass pants that hide NOTHING to the imagination. They're literally so tight that they're trying to push down his manhood that is fighting against them. Like FUCK you can literally see which way he prefers to tuck himself. I want to rub him through those pants so that he has to take them off from how restricted his cock is.

Even when they aren't this tight, you can still see everything. My man has no shame in the big dick game he has. And I don't think he should!

He is so dumpling and such a pretty soul. BUT DON'T YOU DARE FORGET HE IS ALSO GOING TO MAKE SWEET LOVE TO YOU WITH HIS MASSIVE COCK.

-ahem-

That man will love the fuck out of you in all of the ways he knows possible. He just also happens to have a king cobra that grows tremendously when you do anything that reminds him of why he loves you.

Sure, he isn't the tallest man out there, but he's got so much love to give to everyone important around him, and you get a good chunk of that.

Oh, and on the topic of his long legs that make me weak, he's got such a cute butt! Lee Know himself said that Hyunjin's booty is his favorite to grab. Like, fuck, that means he's gotta have a great ass under there. I want to walk kin on him in the shower and smack it.

My babe Jinnie is so amazing in so many different ways, and I want him to look like this when we take five to get water and then get right back to business. Minus the clothes of course. Phewwwww

Come hither my little ducklings... Come suffer in pure horny bliss with me.

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lalal-99 · 10 months

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If You Don't Know {h.h.} | Afterglow Series

Hyunjin x afab!reader | trope: break up sex, lovers to exes | smut, angst | wordcount: 6k

Synopsis: “You know, if it weren’t for my job, I wouldn’t go. Right? I would never leave you like this voluntarily.” Hyunjin understood. Obviously, he did. Your job came first. It had always come first and would always come first in the future. Just as it did for him. It was the one thing he respected most about you. “And you know if it weren’t for mine, I would leave everything behind and come with you, right?”

Warnings: explicit content | dni if your under 18

Note: I'm very emotional. Don't talk to me (comment though). Just listen to the playlist, it's self-explanatory. Also read the other stories in this series. I'm going back to crying now.

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There it was again. The heart-wrenching, soul-shaking pain that made it so very harder for Hyunjin to breathe. To live. To look at you.

He had never imagined ever being this hurt by you, unable to look at you longer than a few seconds while at the same time respecting every decision that had led you here. Not you. Not the person he had planned his whole future and spent the majority of his adulthood with.

The two of you were meant to be together; had decided so after only months together. Because no one could ever get you as much as Hyunjin did, and vice versa. You were the perfect match of similarities and differences. For everything you had in common, there was something you could teach the other about. For every fight you had – bickering over something unimportant – you agreed on a much more intense matter. The perfect back and forth, even after years together.

He still remembered the first time he saw you at that rooftop party one of his friends had held a few years back. He noticed you while talking to a guy he so desperately hoped was your brother or cousin. Or best friend. Anyone, as long as he wasn’t your boyfriend. He recalled the first time you made him laugh, just seconds later, when you let out an unintended snort while laughing at something your brother/cousin/best friend had said. And his own hearty giggle in response to your amusement ultimately induced the first time you noticed his existence. The world had stopped around Hyunjin as you caught his gaze – embarrassed redness warming your cheeks as you realised he had witnessed your weird laugh.

It had taken him about 20 more minutes before he couldn’t take it anymore and approached you. He knew he would never forgive himself for not hearing the sweet sound of your voice or seeing the mesmerising spark in your eyes up close at least once.

Hyunjin also remembered the exact moment he fell in love with you. Staring at you with heart eyes when you told him you were an artist, too. A painter, just like himself. Why ever this was what did it for him, Hyunjin had never questioned. Although he knew, as he laid in bed that night, eyes painting pictures against the white ceiling, that he needed to see you again. If only to talk about your favourite artists and art museums for another 3 hours.

Hyunjin recognised – and had done so way before – that he’d never forget any of those precious moments.

Like when you went to the fair on your first date and won him a stuffed dumpling, already aware they were his favourite food. Or how you were forced to cut your date short moments later when you noticed the first person wearing Stray Kids merch. And obviously, he would always hold that day dear in his heart. Despite the unfortunate ending of your date, you had called him minutes after he had dropped you off at your apartment to tell him that you already couldn’t wait to see him again. He had turned around, sprinting back and ringing your doorbell, overwhelming you with a kiss once you opened the door for him.

Or the time you went to the beach, chatting endlessly with your feet dangling over the water. The moment Hyunjin pulled away from your lips, moonlight sparkled in your irises, catching them in the perfect lightning. He blurted ‘Please be my girlfriend’ quicker than his brain could process, heart only settling once you caught his lips again, whispering a content ‘Yes’ against him.

The first time you told him you loved him was engraved in his brain, never to be forgotten. You exclaimed it (just as unintentionally as he did when he asked you to be his girlfriend) while cuddling in bed, laptop playing your favourite Disney movie. It was merely background noise as his heart skipped multiple beats, lips curving into a shit-eating grin as he repeated your words back to you before kissing you, his body soon hovering over you as he worshipped every possible edge of your figure.

All these moments, everything he had hoped to one day tell his children and grandchildren about. Every memory that came back to him made him so unbelievably content he could cry. And still, as his eyes focused on your back, he was hurt. He understood, but he was also in unbearable pain.

“When did you get back?” Hyunjin had watched you for a minute before finally speaking up, stepping onto his balcony to join you. With the shrinking distance, so shrunk his pain. Even if just slightly.

“A while ago.”

After storming off about two hours ago, you took time to walk it off. While unable to reach you, Hyunjin had taken the same time to talk about what had happened to the one person he never imagined having such deep talks with within his household. He had been searching for Chan or Changbin, knowing how busy his hyungs usually were, and unsurprisingly found neither. He was about to call either of them, crying his heart out over the phone, hoping they would take pity and come home to comfort him when he bumped into Jisung.

Although their conversations never reached beyond the unserious topics of food, hobbies, or embarrassing memories, Jisung turned out to be the one person Hyunjin needed right now. Listening was his strong suit, allowing Hyunjin to spurt out all the thoughts in his head without judgement or advice. Jisung’s incapability to lead Hyunjin the way left him no choice but to do the thinking and solving himself. Just talking about the situation and rambling about how unfair life was turned out to be exactly what he needed.

“We should probably talk about it, right?”

“Yeah, probably,” you agreed with a sigh. Hyunjin came to your side, his hand hugging yours on the railing as he gazed into the distance. “The things you said- that really hurt me. Like... I know I’m the bad guy here, but still.”

“You’re not the bad guy. We always knew this day could come.”

You love me? Well, you have a shitty way of showing it!

“And I’m sorry. I keep replaying it in my head, and I didn’t mean it. I just- needed to react.”

His words kept ringing in his memory as much as he tried drowning them out. It had taken saying them out loud to Jisung a gazillion times to finally realise how wrong he was. How unfair he had treated you.

Go ahead, then! Rip my heart out! Show me what the love you claim to have is all about!

He had said them to your face. Like an absolute asshole.

“I- fuck. This just really sucks. Like, so much.”

“It does. And I’m sorry.”

He knew you were. You had said so, so many times he had lost count. And he knew he’d be sorry too, had it been him leaving. He had left you in the past, multiple times, for that matter, and he had felt so guilty every time. But it wasn’t him this time. It was you. And it wasn’t just weeks either. You were looking at a year, maybe more. That didn’t compare to all the times he had to leave for tour – two weeks, four, sometimes six.

“You know, if it weren’t for my job, I wouldn’t go. Right? I would never leave you like this voluntarily.”

Hyunjin understood. Obviously, he did. Your job came first. It had always come first and would always come first in the future. Just as it did for him. It was the one thing he respected most about you.

“And you know if it weren’t for mine, I would leave everything behind and come with you, right?”

A tiny smile appeared on your face, although it was just as much a loving one as a hurting one.

“So, what now? Are we just supposed to end things?”

Is this what love is all about? Loving and letting go? Finding someone and losing them? An endless cycle?

You shifted your weight to lay your head onto his shoulder like you had done all those times before. Though this time, your head felt much heavier.

“I think so, yes.”

Hyunjin laid his spinning head onto yours, kissing your temple before focusing on the horizon again.

“What if-” It was a spontaneous outburst, his mouth betraying his brain like it did when he had asked you to be his all these years ago. Hyunjin didn’t know where he was going with it anyways, but you interrupted him before he could find out.

“Don’t do this,” you warned, pulling away to find his eyes. The sadness in his was heartbreaking, tears forming at the edges. He hated the realisation that despite the moonlight catching your irises, they didn’t sparkle. It was more like a glimmer caused by the liquid drowning them. “Don’t try to save this. Let’s enjoy the time we have left instead of clinging to the future we imagined for ourselves.”

Hyunjin was in the same parts frustrated with and respectful of the rationality you handled this situation with. Especially knowing this must break you as much as it did him. That’s what your face told him, brows furrowed and eyes dimming, to prevent the overflowing pain from spilling over.

As much as he wished to find a solution, he knew better than to waste whatever hours the two of you had left together. He wanted to spend every second of it loving you, touching you. The faster he accepted the inevitable, the sooner he’d get to just live.

Hyunjin held your face in his hands, your cheeks pushed between his palms so adorably squishy as he tried memorising every pore. That distinct mole on the bridge of your nose, those beautiful eyes he had spent weeks staring into, the pout of your lips as you looked up at him. He used to love all of those features that had become the muse of his work, drawings and every day. Now, looking at you, wiping a stray whiplash off your cheekbone, filled him with unease.

“I know we just broke up,” a tear escaped your eye at his words, running down your jaw and caught by his thumb. Saying it out loud made it so much more real. “But I really want to kiss you right now.”

Your chuckle was met with a lip bite as you leaned up to catch his mouth in a heavy kiss.

The sensuality of the kiss almost made him forget what had just happened, tongues soon finding each other.

“I’ll so miss those lips.”

Hyunjin smirked at your words, drawing away but keeping his hands on your cheeks. “Not just the lips, I hope.”

“No. I’ll also miss braiding your hair. And painting your nails.” Tilting his head, your heart almost combusted at how adorable he looked. “Fine. I’ll also miss the man behind all those things.”

“But most of all, my lips?”

“Exactly.”

“What will you miss most about them?” His lower lip wandered between his teeth as he watched the blush creep up your neck.

“I’ll miss kissing them. Tasting you-”

“Just kissing them? Nothing else?“

“I’ll miss their plumpness and how they feel against my- my- neck.” As on cue, he tipped your head back with the push of a finger against your chin, mouth meeting your main artery. His kisses were hot against your flushed skin, tracing the veins until he reached under your ear. His wet tongue darted out to lick over the sensitive part of your neck.

“Your neck, huh? Anywhere else?”

You weren’t stupid. You knew what Hyunjin was doing. And you would have been lying had you claimed you weren’t entirely on board with it.

“My chest,” you answered breathlessly as his hands followed his lips, eventually circling your neck to keep you in position. You reached for his long locks, entangling and pulling at their blonde roots as he kissed your cleavage. Hyunjin moaned against your skin but didn’t let go. He was entirely caught up in the moment, tranced by the smell of your perfume and your body’s reactions. His kisses always made your senses blur and your brain fog. “My stomach.” Hyunjin’s hands graced your arms, down your sides, until his fingers grasped your shirt. Pulling it up, he exposed the skin. Soon enough, you felt his lips against your navel.

“Go on.” His words were almost silent, moaned against your flesh.

“My- my-”

“I’m listening.”

“My thighs,” you ended your thought, breath hitching when Hyunjin sank to his knees. Hadn’t your hands been in his hair, you wouldn’t have noticed. Not until you felt his lips exactly there. On your thighs. Kissing every fibre of them. Licking over the skin. Closing in on your centre.

What a day to wear a skirt.

That you were still on the balcony of his apartment had completely slipped your mind. How couldn’t it with how utterly overwhelming his kisses were?

Small bites led his way all over your flesh, tongue darting out every few kisses to capture your taste. That’s everything he could think of at that moment. To capture your essence, fill his head with all those details about your smell, touch, and body.

Pushing your skirt up, he slowly unveiled you for him. Not like he didn’t exactly know just how you looked under it. He had spent hours, days – weeks, probably – getting to know your body and every one of its details. Your beauty marks, your stretch marks – which he found just as beautiful – your erogenous zones. Hyunjin knew how sensitive you were on your thighs, playing with that knowledge to his and your hearts’ content.

“Baby…” His heart jumped at your pet name, the next bite extra deep, making you groan.

“I love it when you call me that.”

His fingers wandered around your body to your ass, nails pushing into your skin as he kneaded it. Mouth wandering even further up, he soon reached your panties, tongue dancing along the hem.

As much as he wanted to take his time, he let himself be urged by your quickening breath and fingers pulling his hair. Wrapping his teeth around the elastic, he dragged it down your thighs, exposing your heat to his longing gaze. He intended to worship you, devour you, until all you could say – or scream – was his name. And there was no doubt that he knew how to achieve his goal.

“Hyunjin…”

“Say it again,” Hyunjin pleaded, tongue tiptoeing centimetres over your core. “Call me ‘baby’.”

“Fuck, baby. Please. I’m begging you.”

The absence of a verbal answer was forgotten as Hyunjin dove in, muscle pushing between your folds to softly run over your flesh. A dark moan escaped your lips, head falling back against your neck as you threatened to suffocate.

One thing to know about Hyunjin was that he was a Soft Boy™. Everything about him was gentle and calm – midnight pillow talks, painting beside each other, making love. He never went full force right at the get-go; or in the further stages, for that matter.

His tongue was precise, the sharp tip toying with every nerve ending between your tiniest crevices. As though he was worshipping every fibre, taking his sweet, sweet time.

Despite being surrounded by fresh air, you got ridiculously hot, moans tumbling out of you loosely. Had the balcony not been shielded from the neighbours on either side, they would have easily spotted you. Although, you doubted they wouldn’t have figured out your evening shenanigans if they were to overhear. The sloppy noises from Hyunjin’s mouth on you mixed with your sounds of pleasure were more than self-explanatory.

His tongue leisurely roamed around your core, dipping into your hole before passionately prodding against your clit.

You grew even hotter, fingers running through Hyunjin’s hair while your head lolled from side to side.

You could already tell you wouldn’t last as long as usual, only reinforcing that feeling when he pulled one of your legs over his shoulders. With your back pressed against the railing, one of your hands came to the metal bar to stabilise your body. Hyunjin was rocking your body in the most literal sense, lips wrapping around your nub as the new angle allowed him to devour you even more reverently.

Looking down at him was possibly the worst decision you could have made, the sight of him between your thighs heavenly. He looked like an angel as he made out with your heat, eyes closed in concentration and desire.

You were so in love with the man that the pure vision of him eating you out, gaining as much pleasure from it as you did, was leading you closer to your impending high.

“Fuck. Hyunjin.” Your whimper was met with a squeeze of your plush thigh, a smile spreading on your face as you instantly understood the indication of his action. You quickly corrected yourself to please him, “Baby. I’m so close.”

Spreading your folds with two of his fingers, Hyunjin focused the movement of his tongue on your clit, gently stroking it back and forth. He opened his eyes to note your reaction as you had long gone back to gazing at the night sky, sight blurring as you savoured the moments before your inevitable orgasm.

Your breath quickened with every single one of his movements. You could almost taste the sweet release as your ab muscles mildly contracted. Hyunjin must have noticed a particular reaction in your figure, a grin appearing on his face as he pulled at your nub one last time before withdrawing.

It took you a couple of seconds to gather that he wasn’t resuming his actions, a sigh leaving your lips.

“Don’t be mad.” Joining you at eye level, Hyunjin pushed his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself. “We have all night. You’ll get to come. Eventually.”

After spending many years with each other, you knew Hyunjin liked to tease and edge you. For some reason – be it overpowering you or his sadomasochistic tendencies – he had always loved making you go crazy for him. Since your first time together, the process of making love solely lengthened. Rarely did your shared time last for less than a couple of hours at a time; your record standing at an all-nighter on your anniversary a couple of months ago.

Despite the situation being sadder than the celebration of your relationship, you could already tell that this wouldn’t be a quick goodbye. Frankly, you didn’t expect to get any sleep tonight. Hyunjin’s intentions were transparent as he took your hand and guided you into his room. All it took was a sharp twist of his wrist, and you were situated on his bed, body pulled all the way to the edge as he glided into place.

Thus began the most excruciating hours of your life, Hyunjin locking his mouth to your body and tossing the key.

Somewhere between the 10th and the 15th maddening edge, you believed you had lost consciousness for a while. You still remembered Hyunjin pulling out your rabbit, placing it between your thighs to offer you something to clench around as he concentrated on your clit. Nibbling. Sucking. Craving.

When you came to, Hyunjin had repositioned you at the headboard. His mouth was on one of your nipples, teeth gently sinking into it as a sea of whimpers washed over your tongue. Had you still had any sort of power to talk, you’d have told him to finally fuck you. That all you needed was to be around him, clenching around him instead of the vibrating silicone.

At last, after around another 30 minutes of Hyunjin slowly travelling up your trembling shape, he finally landed in eyesight. His lips around your neck sucked at your bruised skin, breath shallow as you swore you started seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

“Please.”

Even your voice had become so frail it barely reached above a whisper. Hyunjin arrived at your eye level, body held carefully above yours to not crush you. His lips were swollen red, blood pumping through them as though they were his most vital organ. When you noticed the blurriness in his eyes – from either being in a trance or crying, you couldn’t tell – another whimper left your lips.

“Please, what, baby?”

His voice also broke, though still a lot less fragile than yours.

“Please…” Words. What even were words? You could barely put together multiple letters, let alone syllables. “Baby, please…” Focusing your eyes on the ceiling, you felt your abs weakly contracting as the vibrator still pumped away inside you. So steadily inside you. Inside you. Inside. Inside. “Inside. Please. Baby.”

You knew you couldn’t get closer to what you were trying to ask him to do. Tears of relief rolled down your cheeks when finally, after possibly the most prolonged foreplay you had ever received, he pulled the toy out of you with a smile.

“Anything for my baby.”

“Baby,” you repeated his words, your head rolling forward to watch him enter you.

And enter you he did. With an agonisingly slow-paced movement, Hyunjin slid his length into you, rubbing the numbly swollen walls until he couldn’t go any further.

Feeling you instantly clenching around him, core so delicate from hours of teasing, Hyunjin waited a while – possibly minutes. For what felt like an eternity, he merely kissed you, lips still not surrendering. You had no mind questioning how he wasn’t entirely spent like you.

“Can I move?”

You nodded, eyes immediately closing in pleasure as he retracted. With how tender you had become, it felt as though every single one of his movements was lighting your nerves on fire. Hyunjin kept unwinding inside you, but you had already reentered that wonderful place between serenity and desire.

“Baby, you’re so tight.” Yeah, no shit. You wanted to yell at him and tell him that’s what comes from hours of stimulation without release. Too bad you still couldn’t talk. Or move. Or think.

Everything felt so good. Like Hyunjin was stimulating every part of your body simultaneously. You couldn’t remember another time you had felt this close to him, physically; bodies morphing into one as he panted above you. You breathed the same boiling air, let out the same delicious sounds, and looked at each other with the same amount of pure, unwavering love.

“I love you so much. All of you. Forever.”

The words Hyunjin had repeated so many times to you throughout your relationship were what broke you.

The tears that had previously signalled your relief – eventually able to have all of him – turned to ones of sadness and despair. It took around 10 seconds for Hyunjin to realise you were crying, movements haltering abruptly.

Remaining still inside you, Hyunjin brought his fingers to your face to brush away the salty liquid.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” he questioned compassionately, irises boring into your own through the veil of sorrow. “Did I hurt you?”

“No. M-” Your voice broke away, hands coming up to shield your face from his view. Here you were crying during sex, having Hyunjin so worried he had hurt you. “Me. I- I hurt you.”

It all came to you now. Yes, you had been feeling guilty for the past few weeks. Ever since you found out you would be leaving. Leaving your home. Leaving him. But now, it finally hit you. You wouldn’t just be exiting his life. You would be leaving him in pieces. He loved you so much. All of you. Forever. And you loved him just as much. Maybe even more.

You never meant for it to end this way. You had been in denial about your departure since it was decided. And now that it had moved so very closely, you doubted every decision you had made.

“I hurt you. But I love you. So much.”

“I know.” Hyunjin seemed calm, as though he was trying to stay strong for the two of you. Like you hadn’t shattered his heart by revealing you had chosen your career over him. “It’s alright, baby. I’m okay.”

He brought your trembling hand to his mouth, kissing every knuckle before brushing your fingers over his face. His skin was soft, courtesy of the dozen skin products he used every day. Oh, how’d you miss putting sheet masks over his smooth, handsome features and massaging the cream deeply into his pores. He always smelled so much like flowers afterwards that, at some point, your subconscious had saved it under ‘home’ in the databank of your mind.

“See? I’m just like always. I’m okay.”

Even if he was right now, you knew he wouldn’t be. No matter when it would happen – tomorrow, next week or once you were gone. Eventually, he would realise the pain you had caused him and how he couldn’t act nonchalant forever. And then he’d break. Because of your actions. Because of what you did. To him. The love of your life.

“Okay.” You echoed his words, hoping he would eventually be just that. Okay. Get over you and be okay.

There was no way of knowing.

“Okay.”

Meeting your lips, Hyunjin gave you a soothing kiss. As though you would break under too much pressure – like porcelain.

He resumed his previous movement; sliding out of you before sinking himself entirely back in. After the sudden change in atmosphere – a more bittersweet taste coating your tongue – Hyunjin sped up. It didn’t take much of you to figure out that he was trying to distract you from your pain.

And it probably would have worked just fine. Hadn’t it been for that one tear slipping from the corner of his eye. Rolling down his pink cheek and falling onto yours, joining your own as they rolled down your neck.

That’s when you realised. He wouldn’t be okay.

The sun kissed Hyunjin awake in the morning, rays tickling his bare skin as he opened his eyes. He brought his hands to his face, rubbing his eyelids with the back of them. A tired yawn left his mouth as he stretched his arms over his messy hair.

He couldn’t remember when he had fallen asleep. That he had felt calm enough to rest even slightly was a miracle in itself, his mind wide awake most of the night as he tried to get used to the idea of you leaving. Definitely not a nice thought, but he couldn’t let it get to him just yet. After seeing you breaking down mid-intercourse yesterday, he needed to stay strong for you. So you wouldn’t feel as guilty for leaving.

Hyunjin looked to his side as reality slowly caught up with him, finding the rest of the bed deprived of your presence. He figured you had already gotten up, the shower in the next room hitting the tiled wall softly.

Deciding to get a headstart for the day Hyunjin had planned, he left his bed, pulling a pair of sweatpants over his thighs as he looked for the shirt he had worn. It took him a couple of seconds to realise that you must have taken it, grabbing a new shirt out of his dresser with a satisfied smile playing on his face.

Waltzing into the dorm kitchen, Hyunjin discovered Changbin and Jisung’s rooms empty, their doors wide open. They must have gone to the gym already, and knowing Chan, he probably was at the studio. Either already or still – Hyunjin could never be quite sure.

Even though the dorm was empty most days, he never complained about having all this extra space. Especially not today, as he had already painted a mental picture of the last few days with you by his side. Staying in and spending time with each other was at the top of his list, so having the whole living space to yourselves was more than perfect.

After retrieving two fresh cups from the dishwasher, he left them to fill under the coffee machine while searching the fridge. He barely remembered the last meal he ate, so he was positively starving. Some leftover dinner from either of his roommates was stored in containers, and since he knew they wouldn’t be back in the near future, he decided to take it and place it in a clean pan to heat up.

“Baby? I’m making breakfast. You want something?” When there was no answer, Hyunjin repeated his question, approaching the bathroom until he could knock softly on the door. The shower had stopped, but maybe you couldn’t hear him over the sound of your own thoughts. It wouldn’t have been the first time, anyways. “Baby?”

The door opened a second later, his smile fading as he realised it wasn’t you in the bathroom but rather a slightly shorter, definitely broader member of his band. Droplets of water landed on Hyunjin’s face when Chan ruffled his hair under his towel, another sitting low on his hips.

“No baby. Just me.”

Hyunjin could tell so much.

“You know where she is?”

“I haven’t seen her,” Chan replied, leaning against the door frame as Hyunjin hurried to the other bathroom. He knew you preferred the one he shared with Chan as it was bigger and, most importantly, cleaner. Perhaps you had moved to the other one as this one was occupied. “I did hear the front door earlier, though. But that could have been the kids.”

When Hyunjin found the other bathroom as well as the remaining two bedrooms empty, he sped back into his own.

“Jisung told me what happened. Did you make up yesterday?”

“We did. At least, I think we did.” Once out of his room with his phone in hand, Hyunjin found his friend’s eyes. “She’s still leaving, and we broke up. But we talked about it. I thought we were spending the last few days together.”

Hyunjin unlocked his phone and turned off aeroplane mode, his thumb hovering over the call button next to your name. He was about to press it when he noticed a red icon at the bottom of the display, hinting at a new voicemail. Weird, seeing he hadn’t gotten a voicemail in what felt like at least 5 years.

Playing the voicemail instead, he brought his phone to his ear, listening to what he interpreted as your footsteps and a door closing. Finally, your voice appeared. It wasn’t until he heard a sniffle that his heart sank into the pits of his stomach.

“Hi-” your voice broke as you were crying. “I’m so- sorry. I know I said I was okay, but I’m really not. I miss you so much already… I can- can’t.” Whatever you meant, it couldn’t have been good, or else you wouldn’t be so obviously losing control over your emotions. Hyunjin checked the time stamp, realising you had recorded it about 15 minutes earlier. “Fuck. I should have definitely thought about what to say…” A small, sad chuckle followed. “I know we talked about this, and I told you I would leave in two weeks… But I can’t stay. Not when I know how much I hurt you…”

Looking into Chan’s eyes as his heart broke, Hyunjin realised the meaning of your words. You were leaving. Not in two weeks, not tomorrow. Now. He couldn’t let this be the end without getting to at least say goodbye properly, so he sprinted back into his room. He grabbed a pair of sneakers and a jacket, pulling them over his body as he kept your voice right by his ear.

“I’m staying with a friend for the next few days before catching an early flight. All my stuff’s gone anyways, so there’s nothing holding me in my apartment… You’re probably on your way out already, and I obviously can’t dictate what you do. But I’m asking you anyway. Please don’t come after me…” Hyunjin stopped dead in his tracks, Chan’s eyebrows furrowing. “Please don’t make it harder for me or you. This is already breaking us. I don’t think I can handle seeing you again… Not when I know that it will be the last time.”

A single tear escaped Hyunjin’s eyes as he fell onto the couch, eyes focused on a random spot on the blank wall. Chan immediately came to his side, strong arms wrapping around his shoulder.

Hyunjin didn’t react. Couldn’t possibly react when his whole mind was on you.

“I don’t even know why I called you. I just… You deserve a proper goodbye, I think. Even if over the phone… God, I’m such a bitch doing this over the phone, aren’t I? Maybe I should turn around.” You stopped for a few silent seconds, peaking Hyunjin’s hope. But all was for nothing when you picked your pace up. “But I won’t. I’m really sorry. I know this is egoistical of me, and believe me. I hate myself for this.”

Why would you hate yourself when Hyunjin loved you so much. Despite you leaving him. Despite you choosing your career over him. It had always been a possibility; both of you were well aware things could end, given the opportunity. Now that it had, why would you blame yourself?

“I’m…” Again, silence fell over the line, giving Hyunjin a chance to breathe. He hadn’t even realised he had held his breath until the oxygen finally filled his head again. “I love you so much. All of you. Forever. I hope you know this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love someone like this again. Not in this lifetime.”

Why didn’t he run after you? Because you had told him not to? No. Perhaps it was the awareness that nothing he said, and nothing he did, could change reality. You were leaving, one way or another. So, why would he ruin what was basically the perfect goodbye? Not this call, obviously. But the last night. Being with you. Loving you. It couldn’t become more perfect than this.

“I will never forget any of the memories we made. I don’t think I can, even if I tried. I won’t forget the way we could talk about art all night. About anything, really. I will forever remember listening to all those songs, singing along, and crying to them. I won’t forget how you always looked at me with so much love. Much more than anyone’s ever given me. The smell of hugging you. The taste of kissing you. All of it is imprinted in my brain. Never to be forgotten. This sounds so sappy, I am very aware of that….”

The laugh escaping your lips – your perfect lips that Hyunjin could never quite stop kissing – made him smile. Even if just for a second, it somewhat healed a piece of his heart and left about 999 others for later reassembling.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… You are my person. That won’t change. Ever… I love you.”

By now, his whole face was red, swollen from the tears streaming down his cheeks. The only thing holding him together was Chan’s physical support. And your voice. He would listen to your voicemail countless times throughout the next few weeks, though he didn’t know it yet.

You pulled the phone away from your ear just to bring it back once more.

“Oh. And I took your shirt. You know, the one I always borrowed. I hope you’re not too attached to it.” Another smile on his face that healed another broken piece of his heart. No, he wasn’t attached to the shirt. He was attached to the person wearing it. “Okay, that’s it. Bye.”

And just like that, the voicemail ended.

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