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ohmysparkle · a day ago
Adding onto that anons req, since ur not comfortable with jeongin could u do felix ?? i actually quite like the idea,,,
WELL WELL, DO I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU. I had written something similar on my old account, but I'll add Felix since I didn't initially write much for him here. I hope you like it!! Includes Seungmin, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix.
Sorry this took a while, I had written the edits and saved it as a draft and forgot (stoopid smol cat brain).
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Original Ask:
dirty thoughts.... i've had multiple dreams of either making skz suck my fingers or them making me suck their fingers. i hope i get more dreams like these
Length: 1.2K
Warnings: Smut, really all kinds of stuff but not really hardcore, gentle femdom.
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I’m just gonna say, this concept works better with some members more than others. Also, no one is putting their fingers in Jongin’s mouth. We don’t lay a finger on that boy here - all we can imagine is giving him hugs because he is too pure.
I want to start with Seungmin. He’s such a serious man, very calm and collected. During sex his reactions to you would probably be very minimal - and it’s not because you aren’t driving him crazy, he’s just freaking out on the inside and doesn’t know what else to do and he’s probably embarrassed to let out all the noises and make the movements that he wants. Typical introverted/kinda smart bf. But one day you grab one of his hands and suck on his index and middle finger, really slow, no gag, just slow and sexy glossed lips drenching his fingers in saliva back and forth, making sure the undersides of them slide over your slick tongue.
He’d moan pretty loud right then and there. He’d get horribly embarrassed to and try to shy away but you keep doing it to tease him until he starts malfunctioning and he’s just laying there like some twitching man doll that’ll let you do whatever you want to him. So then you realize that he actually loves it when your sucking and slobbering every part of his body, which will lead you to also suck on his nipples, and eventually he’ll beg you to rim him. Shy boy out the door, fuck toy enter.
Next is Minho - and Minho is *a total bitch*. I recently read a wonderful ask on someone’s else’s page where an anon guessed that more or less said “Minho has a massive dick. There is no way that man doesn’t have a giant meat sword of a cock that drags on the floor”.
And I agree. He just has *that* *attitude*. He loves to be cocky and degrading (in a nice way). He like making you verbally admit that you’re “taking him so well”/“choking on his meat sword cock”/“looking pretty” when you’re stuffed with him. He loves having his ego stroked but *big strong men* like him almost always have that little weak spot where they want to be someone’s little cumdump and pain slut.
So basically he’s a little bitch. And all of this bitchiness is him actually crying for help in the form of some serious role reversal. He loves cum, sweat and tears. He wants you to ruin him and degrade him and he loves fighting back and pretending like he doesn’t love it but the way he begs you for a round two tells you otherwise. He’s got pretty, slender lips, nice white teeth, a little glossy tongue that looks like a gummy bear, and he likes it when you jam your fingers into that beautiful warm mouth and make him gag as you thrust them in and out and curl them in his mouth in the most uncomfortable way so little sparkling tears come out of his doll like eyes: it gets his meat sword pretty hard. And tell him he’s a little bitch while you’re at it so his cock starts drooling with pre cum.
Other optional names for the meat sword *omg I have been waiting for the perfect moment to share these*: vaginal vanquisher, pussy plower, cunt conqueror, womb raider, among others.
On to my favorite boy, Hyunjin: do not put your fingers in this boys mouth. Ok, maybe do, but beware, he bites.
We know he’s a big dramatic mess that seems to only have control of his movements when he’s dancing, because the rest of the time his spaghetti limbs are noodling around, he’s yelling, he’s squirming, he’s bouncing - and during sex it’s the same but worse.
It’s going to be very hard to calm him down and have slow and sensual sex, where he’s relaxed and soft, because most of the time whenever you do anything related to his dick, ass, and *danger warning* his nipples, he will start wiggling. And a wiggle with one of his long ass limbs is like a trebuchet going off. So if you put your fingers in his mouth he will either be 1) sensually and slowly sucking, wrapping you with his soft and plump lips, licking you with that strawberry like tongue of his, or 2) he’ll be yapping and yeowling and screaming and moaning and you’ll shove them in and it’s so hot because he’s dribbling all over himself and crying, but jerk his cock the right way and he’ll bite. He’ll bite hard - zero motor control. He’d feel pretty bad about it afterward and it would literally hurt. But he kisses them so the booboos don't boo too bad.
Buuut, let’s say your giving him a nice soft handjob and your cradling him in your side, he’d love to suckle on your breast or your fingers, slowly, with intention. He’ll kiss your hand and suck his own drool off of them, he’ll spit on the hand you’re using so you can glide on his cock more easily, and once’s he’s cum and he’s panting and sleepy, he’ll lick the semen off of your fingers when you bring it up to his lips and say thank you. 10/10 recommend - just watch the warning signs of the chomper.
I’m gonna say the other members, in my imagination, would not vibe with this too much.
Felix - very subby baby that has such contrasting features, he's super angular and chiseled but also looks like a kitten/fairy. He loves to be a service top, will literally do anything you tell him to. So when you feel lazy and you don't want to do much, you'll languidly pet him with one hand, suck his fingers with the other and it will drive him crazy. It becomes a habit of yours to suck on his fingers, looking at him sensually but with such composure as if you hardly care, while he's furiously rutting against you.
Maybe just suck on his fingers and look at him with a coy smirk while you ask him to jerk off, probably because he's needy and you're lazy, or because you both don't have time. He might wake you up in the middle of the night and grind against you, and you might be too sleepy, so if you stir he'll politely ask you to hold him while he gropes your body and you suck on his finger, or he suck on yours.
9/10 times him sucking on your fingers will lead to him sucking on your pussy. He just likes having a part of you on his mouth. Out of the bedroom... Maaaaybe Felix would like it if you sucked in his thumb while cuddling or watching a movie, but it’d either be very sfw, or he will ruin the moment by getting horny and, actually, improving the moment. Prefers to suck that to be sucked, he likes to show you he's subservient.
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sunshinelixie-lee · 6 hours ago
*soft hyunjin fluff*
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requested by anon:
Hyunjin comforting reader after a bad day?
a/n: sorry this took so long, luv ㅠ^ㅠ
You sighed. Before now you'd always smiled at the idea of someone feeling as if the world was against them. Not a mean smile, just a kind of disbelieving one. What could possibly happen to a person that could make them feel that kind of weight without exaggeration?
Now you could relate.
It wasn't just one thing. It was an
A massive sack of mishaps slung across your shoulders.
One of your oldest friends had to cancel your eagerly anticipated meet-up due to breaking a leg just hours beforehand. That alone made you not only disappointed, but anxious. You knew broken legs were nothing to make light of.
Then a notification came up on your phone, reminding you of a massive project that needed to be finished by tomorrow. You'd cursed yourself for not setting the reminder several days earlier.
By some miracle you managed to finish it in four hours. Unfortunately, your frantic scrambling had also left you with a splitting headache. There was only one thing to do. Go get physical comfort from your boyfriend.
Can I come over?? I don't feel well :(
Sure babe :( what happened??
It's a long story. Can I tell u when I get there?
Ofc honey
Being the considerate person you were, you'd headed over to the nearest cafe despite your headache, hoping to grab some pastries and drinks for yourself and the boys.
The one highlight to today: the line to order was practically non-existant.
With nine hot drinks in one hand and a bag of yummy goodies in the other, you set off for the dorms. Just the delicious, but heady scent of the freshly baked pastries made your headache start pounding like hammers on the inside of your skull. Squeezing your eyes in pain, you didn't see the small dog crossing directly in front of you until its owner screeched at the other end of the leash. With a shriek, you tripped over the tiny white monster, spilling a wonderful combination of hot coffee and cocoa all over yourself and the woman. The pastries crashed to the ground, rolling out of their little bag and all over the sidewalk.
"Look what you did!"
the woman shrieked, displaying a set of teeth almost as intimidating as those of her growling pomeranian. She gazed, horrified, at the front of her white, expensive-looking blouse, now smeared and stained with wet brown patches.
"I'm so sorry!" you moaned, collecting the now-empty cups and dirtied pastries to throw them in the nearest trash can. She waited, toe-tapping, for you to return from the trash, in order to give you a seven-minute chewing out which touched on the topics of watching where one was going, paying proper respects to poor, helpless, pedigreed pomeranians, and spilling drinks on oneself instead of other people, respectively. As if you weren't also dripping with coffee and cocoa.
The entire time you only stood and listened, not wanting to make the woman even more angry and thus prolong the speech. And the entire time your eyes grew more and more narrowed as you struggled with your headache, which was quickly becoming a migraine.
"And for goodness' sake, keep your eyes open when people are talking to you," she snapped in conclusion. Shaking her head, the woman walked away, mumbling something about today's young generation while her dog continued to growl at you even as it was led away.
With a sigh you started back on the route to the dorms, ignoring the accusing eyes of the strangers passing you by.
Making it to the dorms felt like reaching the end of a marathon. Without drinks, pastries, a clean shirt, the usual pep in your step, your dignity, or a smile, you knocked feebly.
Immediately, Hyunjin opened the door.
"Hey, hon-"
his cheerful greeting fizzled in his throat as he took in your demolished appearance.
"Oh, honey,"
he breathed, immediately pulling you inside and wrapping his arms around you.
As he pressed his cheek against your hair, you started to sob, hands fisting in his warm hoodie.
"Don't worry," he cooed, cradling your head, "I've got you."
For a good five to ten minutes you cried into his shoulder and he rocked you back and forth, not caring that his hoodie was becoming uncomfortably damp with your tears, not caring that your coffee-soaked blouse was probably staining his front.
Finally, you were reduced to sniffling, wiping your nose on the back of your hand.
Hyunjin clicked his tongue in empathy as he looked you over, one arm still around your waist, the other petting the side of your face.
"You wanna talk about it?" he asked quietly.
Your lip trembled. "My friend broke her leg and had to cancel our plans and then I remembered I have this huge project due tomorrow so I was stressing over that for half the day and then I got the most terrible headache and on my way over I picked up snacks and drinks but I tripped over an evil little white dog that wouldn't stop growling at me and I spilled the hot drinks all over myself and this awful lady who yelled at me in front of everyone." The words flowed out in a jumbled mess, and by the end you were in tears again. "And I still have a really bad headache," you sobbed.
"Aww," Hyunjin hummed, cradling your head back against his warm body. "Well, you've had a terrible day, haven't you?"
Your muffled sobs became louder against the fabric of his hoodie.
"Shh," he soothed, rubbing circles on your back. "Let me take care of my baby, yeah?"
You nodded.
For about an hour, Hyunjin did nothing but dote on you, casting warning glances you didn't see at the other members if they started to enter whichever room you were occupying. First he gave you painkillers and got you out of your sopping wet clothes. You dully let him undress you, too done with the world to feel anything but relief that someone was taking care of you.
"Poor baby," he murmured, tugging one of his hoodies over your head. With a fond smile he pulled the hood forward, letting you hide in the warm, sweet-smelling fabric. Sniffling, you stepped into the oversized sweatpants he held out. His eyes were filled with pure, unadulterated adoration as he tied the drawstrings for you.
Lifting you into his arms like the baby he wanted to treat you as, Hyunjin carried you to the living room and set you gently down on the couch.
"Where are you going?" you whined.
He laughed, looking over his shoulder at you. "I'm getting you snacks."
Sulking that he'd leave you
for even a second,
you wriggled deeper into the cushions, your arms crossed over your chest.
In mere minutes he was back with his arms full of candy, chips, popcorn, chocolate--everything in the cupboards it seemed like.
"Here you go, honey," he smiled quietly, placing the goodies on the floor beside you.
Manuevering behind you, Hyunjin wrapped you up in his arms, swinging one leg over yours. At last, you felt like the weight was lifting off your chest. You breathed deeply for the first time in seven hours.
He turned on a movie, but all you could focus on was the slow, steady rhythm of his heart, beating comfortingly against your back. His lips left warm, sweet kisses along your hairline, his hands running from your chest to your hips and back again. You sighed, and Hyunjin heard your drowsiness in the sound.
"Headache better?" he whispered.
You hummed in affirmation.
"Good," he sighed, holding you closer. "Go to sleep if you want, honey."
As his breathing slowed, so did yours.
Hyunjin smiled as he looked down at you, falling so fast you wouldn't even remember that he pressed a kiss to your cheek, stroking your hair.
Nor would you remember his whisper.
"I love you, angel."
{{{[[(never say goodbye, 너와 난 하나니까)]]}}}
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kjmsupremacist · 7 hours ago
!!!TEASER!! you know i can’t leave you alone (hyunjin/chan)
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Hyunjin and Chan have lived for centuries together, letting the world pass them by. They’ve had to come up with creative ways to stave off their boredom. (Or: I saw the vampire stage for Thunderous and the Red Lights MV and ran with it.)
“Are you terrified? Be terrified. It’s you I love.”
—Carol Ann Duffy, Medusa
we’re halfway into september which means it is now officially spooky season. if you disagree you’re incorrect.
Characters: Hyunjin, Bang Chan
Genre: smut, vampires, established relationship, horror
Warnings: brief nongraphic mention of suicide, blood, d/s dynamic, breathplay/choking, bondage, edging, bdsm and general rough treatment, orgasm delay/denial, overstimulation, unhealthy attachment styles lmao like uh they’re both quite literally a little insane, dark and sexy but mostly dark
Rating: Overall, explicit, but just teen and up for the teaser (tw for blood and injury)
Length: around 7.5k, but just 500 for the teaser (and if there’s enough interest i can always write a sequel!)
Projected Release Date: Saturday, September 18!
you can listen to the official playlist here!
ah, me and my disclaimers. this is, for lack of a better term, rather dark and twisted SJKD. i swear i’m fine. just know it has elements of psychological horror. also, please suspend your disbelief re: the minute details of vampire biology. I don’t know how they can come if they’re dead. don’t ask me LMAO.
ask if u wanna be on the taglist!
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Hyunjin doesn’t remember most things anymore. At a certain point, your brain gets overwhelmed. For the average human lifespan, the brain does alright. It forgets, and forgets plenty, but it remembers enough that, for the most part, the forgetting goes unnoticed. Or, even if it is noticed, it just isn’t significant enough to matter.
But when you live as long as Hyunjin has, the things you do not remember quickly begin to outweigh that which you do. It becomes noticeable, and when it first becomes significant, it matters a lot. Hyunjin has a vague recollection of that fear, the way it gripped him, the panic when he realized he had begun to lose pieces of his human life. But it’s only a shadow now—because now, the forgetting has gotten to the point where it has returned to not mattering anymore. A full circle. A snake that has eaten its own tail.
It’s a constant now. There’s no point in worrying over it. Hyunjin forgets, is forgetting, will continue to forget as sure as the earth will continue to spin steadily to its own destruction; as sure as time will continue its march forward, plodding on and on, dutiful and patient; as sure as the universe will continue its inevitable expansion outward and outward until there is no recognizable shard of the earth nor inkling of time, until there is no memory left to mourn, until there is nothing at all.
But the moment of his turning—the moment Hyunjin died, and came back changed—is one he is sure he will carry with him until the oceans are gas and the planets are dust and the stars have all burned out. It is the only thing now that can still truly scare him. He remembers pain, unparalleled and consuming, like he was being eaten alive, as the venom burrowed its way into every last one of his cells. He remembers the sensation of a hand, which once felt cold on his skin, now the same temperature as Hyunjin’s body. He remembers the fear, sharp and paralyzing, which turned to despair, and finally dread. 
Hyunjin is a vampire, has been one for so many long centuries he gave up counting lifetimes ago. There’s no point. There’s only knowing there was a before and an after, and that he is in the after, and will be in the after forever. 
At least he isn’t alone. Hyunjin has Chan, and if he didn’t have the proof of his existence to stand as evidence, sometimes he might think he has always had him. But that isn’t true. Chan found him after Hyunjin had been turned against his will, and saved him. Hyunjin, if he had a mortal life to give, would willingly lay it down at Chan’s feet. Would then; would still now. Another constant, true now and forever. He could walk every last centimeter of their grounds a thousand times over, on his knees, and still not deserve Chan’s love.
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jsung01 · 14 days ago
could I request a drabble for soft sleepy sex with hyunjin where reader is super sleepy, so hyunjin just takes care of her 🥺 bonus points for breeding kink!
Genre: Smut 
Word Count: 1.6k
Contains: Soft dom!Hyunjin, Female reader, established relationship, breeding kink, cum play, cream pie, praise/degrading kink (more praise tho), very slight possession kink, slight somnophilia (reader is half asleep)
A/N: I apologize if my writing is a little rusty, I haven’t written much in the last little while, but I got sudden motivation (aka I got horny) to write something so here is a quick little thing I did today!
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You awoke once you heard the soft chuckle of a mans voice filling the room in which you had been sleeping. You rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust to the morning sunlight clouding your vision.
“She’s finally awake”, you heard a deep voice speaking from above you. You opened your eyes completely, taking sight of the tall dark haired man your mind recognized as your boyfriend, Hyunjin. He was shirtless, only dressed in some tight-fitting boxers and a pair of some oversized socks. His hair was twisted back into an untidy ponytail, the same one he had fallen asleep with, indicating that he had just recently woken up himself. Despite this, he still managed to look gorgeous; every inch of his body was carved to perfection, in a way that made it nearly impossible to pry your eyes away.
“Hyunjin..”, you said quietly, your voice coming out more hoarse than usual. 
As he leaned down to place his lips to your cheek, Hyunjin smiled. “Baby.."
You whined quietly as you shuffled your body against the sheets, raising your hips ever so slightly to his. Being your boyfriend of almost two years now, Hyunjin knew your body well, taking the hint immediately. 
“My pretty girl..”, Hyunjin cooed down at you. “Still needy even after last night I see”
You nodded as you brought one hand up to Hyunjin’s bare chest, flattening it against his toned muscles and dragging it down to his v-line right above the band of his boxers. 
He took your hand off of his boxers, shaking his head softly. “No, baby girl. Let me take care of you today”
His words on their own caused your hips to shift up in eagerness, grinding your panties against his boxers in order to gain any kind of friction you could manage. You couldn’t help it, Hyunjin always had a way with words that made your head spin. His voice was naturally soothing, and every word he spoke sounded like music to your ears. He could coax you to sleep, calm you down, and turn you on, all at the same time. It had been one of the first things you had noticed about him just before you two had met. Even now, you still get aroused every time you hear it. 
Now that Hyunjin had just recently woken up, his voice seemed to double in attractiveness. From the very moment you opened your eyes, you felt your panties dampening with the sound of his voice speaking softly in your ear. 
Hyunjin nestled his head in between the crook of your neck, while his hand slowly found its way to the hem of your panties. His fingers were cold as they grazed along your body, tickling your skin and causing you to shiver at the touch. 
He snagged your pants with his index finger, yanking them down just enough to reveal the hickeys he'd left the night before.
“So adorable”, he smiled as he looked down at the purple bruises on your inner thighs, a reminder of who you belonged to. You whined again, desperate for his touch that he knew he had been depriving you of.
Finally, Hyunjin pulled his finger out of your panties before carefully tugging them off of you with one swift motion, soon after taking his own off and placing them both next to your head.  
“Did you do as I asked, sweetheart?”, he spoke softly, looking back down at your eyes with such tenderness you felt yourself practically melting. 
You became suddenly aware of the sticky feeling in between your thighs, a reminder of last night’s events.
“Yes..”, you breathed, too captivated by his face to answer with much else.
“Yeah?..”, he looked down as he placed two of his fingers against your upper thigh, scooping up the sticky substance that laid there. “Because it looks like it’s all spilled out of you..”
With his lips in a pout and his eyes still glued to your core, Hyunjin slipped two of his fingers inside, just far enough to coat his fingers in your juices and his cum from the night before.
“Since you made such a mess, think I need to give you more, hm? What do you say baby, think I should breed that greedy little pussy of yours again?”
“Mm, please Hyunjin..”, he hummed in approval at your begging before taking his fingers out and wrapping them around his cock, already leaking with precum. Slowly, he rubbed up and down his length, using his fingers that had been soaked in your juices as lube. Not that he needed it, but the sight was arousing to you regardless. 
“Fuckk”, he sighed, shutting his eyes for a moment as he felt the self-inflicted pleasure passing all throughout his body. 
Hyunjin then brought his length down to your entrance, gathering as much as possible on the tip before slowly sliding into you. When he finally did, Hyunjin sighed at the way your walls instantly closed around him, taking his cock as though you were meant for him. 
“Oh fuck”, you moaned once you felt his pelvis brushing against your inner thighs, indicating that he was all the way inside you. You rocked your head back against the mattress of your bed at how deep he felt, the feeling familiar but overwhelming regardless. 
Hyunjin's jaw dropped slightly once he began to move his cock in and out of you in smooth strokes. He was gentle enough not to hurt you, yet rough enough to give you the pleasure you desired. As his hips gradually picked up their pace, your mind grew more and more unaware of the room surrounding you. All that you could process was the feeling of his length stretching your walls out and the sounds of his cum mixed with your slick slapping against your skin with every thrust.
“Feels good, baby?”, he asked, finally pulling his head away from your neck so that he could look at you, your face just barely awake and still puffy from your sleep. You looked absolutely adorable, which only made Hyunjin more aroused. 
He leaned back on his heels, angling his hips in a way that he could have a clear view of his cock slipping in and out of your throbbing pussy, which was now almost entirely coated with both your juices and his cum. The sight made him audibly groan as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm.
“Yes, yes, please, I want-”, you began, your voice cutting off when you felt his cock hitting a particularly sensitive spot deep inside you.
“What, princess?”, Hyunjin teased, knowing exactly what you meant to say, but wanting to hear it from you. “Tell me what you want”
“Want your cum inside me”, you whined loudly, gripping onto the sheets beside you. “Godd, please don’t pull out”
Your words caused Hyunjin’s whole body to shiver as he suddenly began to thrust his hips at the same pace, but this time rougher, as though he wanted you to feel every single movement of his cock from the tip all the way to the base. 
“Y-you want me to fill you up with my cum, baby?”, he asked, his voice just barely falling short of a broken whimper. Although his actions were passionate, you could still sense the softness in his voice, which indicated that as desperate as he was to cum, he still made sure to not do anything that would hurt you. “Need me to breed you like the pretty little cumslut you are?”
You moaned out a broken yes, too immersed by the feeling of your own orgasm approaching quickly to form proper sentences. 
“So. Fucking. G-good”, he said in time with every thrust of his hips, causing your body to jolt forward. Hyunjin could barely get the words out, his body had become so sensitive that his mind could only focus on one thing only - filling you up with his cum. “G-gonna put a baby inside you, make you all mine”
With his words, your mind became void of anything other than just that. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping his hips as close to you as possible as his thrusts grew sloppy. 
Hyunjin thrusts finally halted as he came, letting out one final drawn out groan as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his head soon following suit. Your walls clenched around him as you felt his warm cum spilling inside of you, so much that you could even feel it begin to run down your thighs and onto the bedsheets below you - although, you weren’t sure if the mess had been entirely from this morning or the night before. Either way, the whole scene itself was filthy - both of your bodies coated in a thin layer of sweat while your now weak legs wrapped loosely around his waist. Hyunjin’s ponytail was practically gone, the strands were now resting in front of his face and sticking to his forehead. 
Hyunjin’s head was still thrown back by the time his orgasm passed, his chest rising and falling with yours. 
When he heard the rustling of the bedsheets, he finally peered down at you. You squirmed in your place, trying to adjust to the new extra sticking sensation in between your legs. It had been bearable before, but now there was so much of it that you knew cleaning it would be a nuisance. You didn’t care too much about that now though, as you were so fucked out in the early hours of the morning to think too much about it. 
“Told you I’d take care of you”, Hyunjin chuckled, placing your legs back down on the bed and leaning overtop of your limp body to place a kiss on your damp forehead. “You were so good for me, you always are”
You hummed as you slowly began drifting back to sleep, not caring that you’d have one hell of a mess to clean up once you woke back up.
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spilledtee · 2 months ago
𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱
Word Count: 1.7k
Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), swearing, fingering (f. receiving), mentions public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, hair pulling, established relationship, dom!Hyunjin
Synopsis: You decided to sleepover in the dorms and Hyunjin just can’t help taking you for himself
A/N: I revamped version of a scrapped fic of mine, tis the similar idea almost. Also I didn’t not proof read this. I didn’t proof read this so I apologize in advance. Hope that this fic doesn’t disappoint and you all enjoy it :)
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“Jinnie…” You whispered. “We can’t. Minho and Seungmin are here.” That didn’t seem to phase him though as he didn’t seem to acknowledge the words that escaped for you. Instead, he simply pushed, crashing his lips against yours, swallowing your words to stop you from protesting further. When his tongue slipped into your mouth, you couldn’t help but thread your fingers through his hair. You yanked at the tendrils, trying to suppress whatever sounds that would spill from your lips into something else. Again you tugged at his hair, this time hard enough so that he withdrew from you slightly. “Hyunjin-”
You words disappeared from you again. His tongue was already winding its way around the inside of your mouth. The heat of arousal immediately surged through your body as he tongue touched yours. Soft, passionate, ever more determined to have you give into him. He let out a quiet groan, muffled by the hot touch of your mouth. Your eyes snapping open looking at the two other men who had been sleeping peacefully just a few feet away from you. His hands had come from your sides, slowly finding their way to your ass, squeezing. One hand descending past the waistband of the shorts, ones that he had left you borrow to get comfortable, into your panties. 
You felt as a smirk was drawn on his lips, even though he was observant to your concern of his friends. “Relax…” He mumbled against your lips. “They’re asleep.” Another kiss. “Better make sure you keep quiet then.” As the words left his mouth in a whisper, a single digit pushed passed your already wet walls, causing you to let out a hushed gasp. The sound stirring Seungmin in his sleep but there was no other further reaction. 
You buried your face in his neck, unable to do much but try to get through this without making little to no noise. You couldn’t bear the idea of Minho and Seungmin relentlessly teasing you and eventually letting the other members know of this as well. Although, despite the fear of getting caught, you couldn’t help but find the feeling of Hyunjin’s finger stretching you out was exciting. You had always been weak for him, next to Minho, Hyunjin was definitely the king of teasing. Ever since you started dating, he had made it your goal to fluster you in front of his members. It pissed you off. Well you claimed, Hyunjin knew that and if reading your mind his finger curled within you, making you curse out. “For fuck’s sake Hyunjin. Stop teasing me and fuck me already.”
A chuckle escaped his lips, as he withdrew from you slightly, hand finding the shorts and pulling them down in one swift motion, your panties soon following. He held you in place, his free hand going to pull his boxers down. Even in the dark you could see that he was throbbing, the neediness he had been feeling all day evident. With the hand that had freed himself from his boxers, he aligned himself within you, watching as you squirmed in his grasp. Rolling you into you, his other hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet as he pushed himself inside of you. Each inch more pleasurable than the last. 
“So tight.” He whipsed, leaning down to let his hot breath tickle against the ear, trailing his tongue along your earlobe. “Let’s see if you can keep quiet, yeah?” He questioned, his tone full of mischief.
Before you can let out a remark, he sheathed himself within you. Fully, deeply inside of you, right to hilt. Without giving you time to adjust, he pulled out of you, nearly all the way before repeating the process of completely bottoming out into you. You arched into him, writhing under your boyfriend as you attempted to remain quiet, but Hyunjin was making it difficult for you. Making a mess of you already. The action had you going crazy. The feeling of each thrust causing your eyelids to flutter, your mouth hanging open beneath his hand, wetting it as your body begged you to scream. He was pounding you without relent, holding your hips close so as not to escape him with one hand while the other was ghosting around your bundle of nerves. He smirked, seeing you glare at him through the dark. He looked as though he was daring you to make a sound. As if he wanted to be caught. As if he wanted his friends to see that he was making a mess of you. 
You were stubborn though, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. A small annoyed sound escaped him as the hand that was on your mouth freed it, going to squeeze your breasts. You didn’t have time to wonder what he was doing because a scream almost tore through your throat. Instead, it was a strangled sound, one that made the two men in the room stir once again. Hyunjin’s nimble fingers had found your clit, working tight circles on the sensitive nub. Your eyes rolled back, head lolling back as you attempted to resist the urge to mewl from the touch. However, your boyfriend was already accustomed to your body. This would have you coming within seconds. It would have you screaming for him in seconds.
Screwing your eyes shut as began to whisper out a plea, begging him to give you the release you so desire, however you are stopped dead when a particularly loud snore escaped Minho. Your heartbeat thumped through your ribcage, the blood rushing to your ears as you prayed that Minho wouldn’t wake up. Slowly, Minho turned over his side, muttering something in his sleep.
You sighed in relief, hoping that Hyunjin would withdraw from you. Instead, he was pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “See, you don’t need to worry.”
“I don’t want to make any more noise though.”
Your boyfriend nodded. “Alright.” His hand went to clamp around your mouth once more, as you felt him tap his cock right against your click. You were about to tell him to hurry, but Hyunjin had already slammed into you without warning. Slowly he retracted, again slamming into you fully. He wanted you to feel all of him. After all the teasing, you thought you deserved to have him after. Each time his hips met yours, you sore that your nerves were lighting with fire.The sound of skin on skin filled the night air as Hyunjin sped up his pace, feeling you clench against him. Rough, sloppy, harsh, relentlessly pounding into you as you could only let out muffled screams against his hand. The sight of his cock stretching you out was enough to send you over the edge.
With all the strength you could muster, you tapped at his hand. His hand let you breath, the wave of air hitting you as you nearly cried. “Jinnie…” That name was the indicator that you were close, one that he loved so much.
An almost sinister chuckle came from the man above, his hand squeezing your hip. “So fucking tight. You’re gonna cum aren’t you?”
Arching into him, you pushed your hips into his. You wanted nothing more than to reach your high. “Please!” Your voice had come out as a high pitched moan. It seemed that you had given up on being quiet. It wasn’t the sound of his bed creaking, the sound of your skin slapping together that would wake his roommates, it would be your voice. You had little care for it though, only wanted him.
He smirked at your reaction. “I don’t think I can hear you. Maybe you should again, yeah? Let me hear you.” The command came, his eyes wondering slightly before locking back to you.
You wanted to cum just for him, in this dark space, just as he wanted. Just like you had wanted as well. “Please! Please, I want it so badly. Wanna cum!” 
That seemed to satisfy him enough, thankfully. Usually, Hyunjin would have you like a mess, have you crying for your orgasm. You were happy that he was at least having mercy. Although, it seemed that you spoke too soon as his hand found your clit once again, nimble fingers beginning the work they had started before the two of you had been interrupted. He rubbed furiously at the seinstive bud, continuing to thrust into you. It was as equally as hard, if not more, than before. Each thrust jolting you forward onto the bed. You couldn’t help but let out a sinsul, lewd sound, clenching around him. You screwed your eyes shut, feeling your abdomen tighten, moans of pleasure filling the small space, as your release wracked your body. That was enough to spur his own, Hyunjin following you into ecstasy as he removed his hand from you. Pressing his lips against yours, letting your mouth muffle his own pleasured cries. His hips never stopped, continuing to thrust into a few more times before his body shuddered to a halt. Completely slacking, falling down in the space next to you in the bed.
“Are you fucking done?” Minho’s voice growled from where he had been sleeping.
The two of you jolted hearing his voice. Your face instantly flushing more from embarrassment, knowing that his friend had just heard him. “You’re-you’re awake?”
“We both are.” Seungmin's voice sounded as well. “You know some of us have to sleep right?”
Hyunjin chuckled, attempting to check his breath. “I know I saw you guys.”
You face immediately went from pure astonishment to anger, hearing your boyfriend say that. “And you didn’t tell me?”
He shrugged. “You felt too good.”
A chorus for groans sounded through the room. “Can you just clean her up so we can get some sleep. I am tired.”
“ ‘Can you just clean her up’ blah blah.” Hyunjin mocked back.
“What was that?” Minho pulled the covers over himself, practically pouncing at Hyunjin for even thinking it would be okay to mock his words.
Your boyfriend shrunk back, practically begging his older brother that he was simply joking. You couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics.
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chanluster · 5 months ago
the duke and i | m ; f
“The Duke of Hastings can show you much more than what you write of.”
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oneshot | bridgerton! au | f2l! au | 32.3k words
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s u m m a r y >> wishing to be a successful writer in the regency period seemed next to impossible for the sole daughter of a dead earl. with arising pressures from your mother to tie the knot, you turn to your dearest friend, hwang hyunjin, duke of hastings and the most eligible, scandalous bachelor of the season, for assistance. when he suggests the insane of idea of marrying each other to help each other, you agree to the proposal, unaware of how much the duke can teach you of the wonders of matrimony.
w a r n i n g s >> noble! reader, duke! hyunjin, hyunjin is a fucking rake, reader is a fucking nerd, also really really innocent, hyunjin is sosososo hot, a lot of teasing, foul language too, endearments, sexual tension, kissing, making out, corruption kink!!!!! corruption! fucking! kink! oral (f. receiving) fingering, unprotected sex (stay safe hoemies!!) orgasming on multiple occasions, there is fluff i promise, yes there is angst, also seungmin cameo of him being a drunk fool, and slight references to regency poets and writers here and there
p l a y l i s t >> here!
t a g l i s t >> @fivefootfuryanon @h0eforhyunjin16 @seoulicitae @linoscult @aliceu @hwangi @shipsaremything98 @babyyynatty @kabira @danyxthirstae01 @sunseokkies @lunefilm @severetimetravelnerd @minaamhh @starry--koo @ninjaleeknow @hyunjeonnies @inlovewithasa @titleisyettobemade​ @maedesculpaeusoubi @fleeingreality @healinghyunjin​​
a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e >> help i am back from the dead to finally give you bridgerton! hyunjin!! big apologies for taking so long, and i hope you enjoy this whopper :’) thank you for the constant support, and hope you won’t miss me too much while i’m gone ;)
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“And remember,” she droned on, voice barely audible from the din of the carriage ricketing across the cobblestone. “You must dance with as many dukes you can get your hands on. Especially those worth over 10,000 a year!”
“As you say, Mama,” you got out, not particularly focusing on her orders, but the characters in your novel, bickering sweetly with each other. You smiled at the heated conversation, marvelling at how the two people did not realise their undying love for each other.
Unfortunately, your mother caught the slight happiness on your face, and simply had to stample it. “Are you even listening to me, child?”
You hummed out a cryptic answer, but that was not enough. “Stop reading that rubbish, ____!” she ordered, trying to seize it from your hands, but you were too quick, keeping it out of her range. “You have a bigger issue at hand here!”
“Leave me be,” you murmured, hugging the novel to your chest, unable to feel its leather due to your long gloves enveloping your fingers.  
Of course you knew of the ‘bigger issue’ she would not ever stop speaking of. It was another matter entirely that you did not care for it.
“____, listen to me.”
Groaning, you directed your gaze towards your mother, who looked regal in a light golden gown, shawl enveloping her shoulders. “I know you would much rather have your nose stuck in those silly little novels of yours all day, God knows why.” She brought a hand out, planting it on the silk of your lap. “But that may have been excusable before.”
You understood where she was going with this conversation.
Your father is dead now. 
Pursing your lips, you looked out to the tiny window, exposing the other carriages closing up to the huge pathway of the Buckingham estate. The clattering of horseshoes upon the gravel entered your ears, but still could not blank out the information that lingered.
There is no hope for single women in search of a career. Especially if they have no fathers or brothers.
As your own vehicle came to a rest, behind the dozens of others, you held onto your book, a footman opening the door and holding his hand out to your mother. She taking it, you followed suit, dusting away at the dress and tilting your head upwards at the destination.
The Duke of Buckinghamshire could rival the queen herself with his estate — the faded, grey-red brick was alight, orchestral music tuning outside and seducing the guests to enter. Hundreds of windows plastered on the towering walls gave a glimpse of the chaos residing inside, a few couples leaning a little too close behind fans on the sill and men screaming over card game losses. A flourish of men and women adorned in their finest attire rushed to the entrance, the gigantic double doors of the manor welcomed every guest, and you stayed close with your mother as the two of you made your way up the steps, and into the estate.
The interior was even more marvellous — golden chandeliers dangled from the vast, painted ceiling, like glittering diamonds as it shed light on the hallway, servants ready to take any apparel and lead the way to the ballroom. Marble floors glistened as your eyes skimmed over the crowd, looking for a specific person among the riches.
Your mother, finding the host of this ball, patted your shoulder as she began to hurry into the main hall. “Come, my child,” she said as she tugged you along, “I shall reacquaint you with Her Grace.”
Before you could object, the woman rushed into the ballroom, the music louder as the orchestra resided right at the end of the hall, playing its sultry tune to the dancers emerging in the centre. You wished to study the place further, but were turned to face a large duchess of overwhelming dress, red skirts flowing and feathers of the same colour jutting out from her updo. 
“Ah, Lady ____!” the Duchess of Buckingham greeted with a shark’s smile. “Lovely to see you back in society. So soon, might I add.”
You had a right mind to say that it was against your wishes, but your mother chipped in, “You know how it is, Your Grace. When one has an unmarried daughter one can only stay in society until that is undone.”
“Rightly so.” the Duchess brought her fan to her chin, studying you thoroughly. “My sweet, you are a pretty girl.” Her eyes landed on the book you held. “But bringing a novel into a ballroom? Do you not wish to socialise at all?”  
“Perhaps not tonight,” you said with as much disappointment as you could muster. “The Dashwood sisters will entertain me well enough.”
The Duchess could not respond as you bowed lightly and left your mother’s side, rushing past the other men and women of titles before they could converse with you. Your eyes skimmed the crowd, in search of a particular man, but the amount of guests made it incredibly difficult. 
The dancing continued on, laughter ringing throughout the hall as you secluded yourself in a corner, next to the refreshments. The wondrous scent of cakes, pastries and other deserts seduced your senses, but you restrained your temptations as you sat upon an ornate chair placed beside the tables of food. 
An unfamiliar lord, as if waiting for you to be at peace, walked over to your side, and you had to contain your disdain as you instantly deduced the motivations behind his coming over.
Reaching out his gloved hand to you, he asked the most irritable question. 
“May I have the first dance with you, my lady?”
Brilliant. You looked up at him, plastering a tight smile upon your face. “I deeply apologise, sir,” you began, opening your book. “I am afraid my firsts are promised to another.”
Confused, he tried again. “How about the next dance, then?”
Why was he being so persistent? “I shall see,” you replied, not outright rejecting him, but hoping that he understood the implications behind your lack of acceptance.
Beyond puzzled, he hesitantly dipped his head in adieu, wondering at his rejection as he thankfully left you alone.
It was not like you were lying to him — your firsts for everything had been promised to another man. You were just fortunate enough to use that to your advantage.
Glancing over the crowd one last time in search of that particular man, you dove into the novel, hoping he stayed lost in the crowd for the night.
A sad smile exposed itself on your face.
The thought of Jane Austen gaining little acclaim for the writings in your hands crushed you. Maybe that contributed to her publishing anonymously, but still — everyone knew she was the lady behind your favourite works. 
In general, there was simply no other form of joy for you other than reading the works of women. The soul of your gender had only ever been captured by the writings created by ladies of your age and mentality. It almost felt like you possessed a personal connection with them when you read these novels; It felt like that Austen understood you on an emotional level, a degree not many people could comprehend.
You dearly wished you could write such flawless books yourself.
A slight frown enveloped your lips.
As if your mother would let you. Or any man she marries you off to.
Progressing further into the novel, you became so engrossed that you did not notice another man walking to where you were isolated, the soft leather boots near silent on the marble floor. You wished you had perked up at his presence, but you did not realise him there until he got hold of your book.
And snatched it right out of your hands.
A gasp escaped you, features twisting into anger as your eyes followed the origins of such fingers, closing your novel with a snap!
“Of course I see you engrossed in a book rather than in another man’s arms.”
The roll of your eyes was inevitable.
Because before you was the Duke of Hastings, smiling like a pirate finding long-lost treasure.
Your answering grin was more a flash of teeth. “No man is ever as interesting as a good book.”
Clicking his tongue, he plucked a flute of champagne from the table next to you. In truth, Hwang Hyunjin, unfortunately, was one of the most fascinating men you had ever encountered. The greatest giveaway was his appearance — the lean, delicate figure, elevated by his gorgeous features. His eyes, the colour of bitter coffee, shone with mischief as the glass settled on his plush lips, tilting his head back so his lustrous golden curls fell from his shoulders. 
His hair alone sent a shockwave through the city. The gentlemen in society spent their time in the barbers’ salons after his new appearance at Lord Lee’s spring ball, and although they aspired, they simply could not compete. 
Your best friend was a sacred image no being could ever attempt to replicate.
Releasing a dreamy sigh, he propped the empty flute back on the table, dusting away at his cream-coloured tailcoat. The trousers of the same colour hugged his legs perfectly, tightening at his thighs. “Now, ____,” he began, holding out his free hand before you. “It is time for a human being to entertain you.”
You raised your chin in challenge. “And what if I were to say no?”
The scoff that escaped his lips dared you to try. 
“You cannot escape me, angel. Alas, you have promised your firsts to me.”
Grimacing at the truth, you eyed the object he had seized from you, crossing your arms. “What about my novel?” you asked. “I cannot let you discard it in any old place.”
“How about this?” He took a step closer to you. “I will keep hold of it as we dance.”
“And how will you do that, blondie?”
The man narrowed his gaze at the term — a nickname you had established the moment he had revealed his golden locks to you, to his utter dismay. “Well, darling,” he mused, the hand hovering closer, “You are going to have to accept me first.”
First. Always him as your first.
Of course, you were never the one to refuse the Rake of London.
So, making sure you exaggerated as much disdain as you could, you grabbed onto his hand, feeling the determined tug of his hold as he led you to the dance floor. Finding a fairly empty spot among the dozens of other couples, he fully interlocked your fingers with his, snaking the book-held hand around your waist. Feeling the hard leather on your back, you let out a hum of approval as you propped your free hand on his shoulder.
“If you dare drop the book, Hyunjin,” you warned, digging your gloves further into the fabric. “I will tread on your boots.”
His answer was patting your prized possession behind your book. “You worry as if you don’t tread on them anyway.”
As the orchestra began, so did his feet, commencing the dance. 
You saw his eyes wander, pausing at a particular image which made him smirk knowingly at you. “I think you should be worrying more about your mother.”
Fearful, you followed his line of sight. There she was, talking to the other countesses with smiles and frivolous laughter as she pointed to your general direction. Their sons pursued her finger, and as they caught sight of you, you gulped. A small chuckle huffed out of your partner. “I think I might see you engaged at the end of the evening.”
“Do not even utter such words!” you exclaimed. “I will either die a successful writer or die a spinster.”
“You do know you can be an author while you are married,” Hyunjin pointed out, turning you about the room. 
Shaking your head at his statement, you countered, “That could not be further from the truth! Do you remember Lady Andrews?” An absent-minded shrug was his answer. “Well, she lives up north now, but she once confided to me that she wished to be a painter. Guess what happened to her?”
“I assume this is the part where you attack marriage.”
“Yes! Because her life was ruined after she was wedded to some wretched old viscount!” You shuddered depicting the details. “In the last letters she wrote to me, she spoke of her easels and paints being taken away from her. God, it enraged me when she begged the heavens for any kind of assistance to be rid of the man, but after she became with child, there was no escape.”
Sensing your fingers clenching onto him tighter, the duke instinctively patted the small of your back with your book. “I cannot risk such chains, Hyunjin,” you guttered. “I may not have much freedom now, but it is still better than none.”
Allowing yourself to be twirled by your friend, he brought you back into his arms. His silence, although heavy, was temporary, as his eyes settled on you. “Not every man wants to imprison their wife, ____.”
You did not bother remarking on the statement. “What about your own marital status?” you asked, changing the subject slightly. “Have you not found yourself a nice girl from the many you speak to?”
Hyunjin scoffed. “Speak to,” he parroted softly, as if in disbelief. “The ladies that I...merely speak to...their families are a nightmare.” The repetition confused you, but you persisted until he pressed his lips in an unamused line. “I not want to marry these women. I do not feel any sort of affection for them.”
After a moment of quiet, you let out a huff of laughter. “Look at us, blondie.” You gestured to the crowds around the two of you, the chaos of it all. “Both of us are plagued by pressures of matrimony.” 
The music began its path to the crescendo, instruments sounding louder with every second your feet moved in tune to your friend’s. “It seems the value our freedoms too much to sacrifice it forever.”
He did not respond, eyes lost beyond you and the entire ball. His fingers upon yours tightened slightly, feeling the drum of his hands reverberating upon the book latched on your back. You cocked your head slightly, studying his faraway expression, wondering what matter had gained his interest so deeply. It was not an easy feat to gain Hyunjin’s attention.
As the violins sang out higher, the man’s grip on you loosened, almost as he became transported in his mind, losing all grasp on the reality he shared with you. Only when you smacked him lightly on the shoulder did he blink back, staring at you with mild irritation. “Hello?” you said, waving your gloved hand over his face. “Earth to Hyunjin?”
“Ah, um...sorry, angel,” he muttered, looking away as he picked up the pace of the dance once more. “I was just thinking.”
“Of what?” you asked, and when you caught the hesitancy in his gaze you groaned at him. “Oh, do not tell me you are thinking of some poor lady once again!”
“No!” he began, but then he frowned, shaking his head. “Well, yes, I...I suppose I was thinking of a certain lady.”
You grinned. “God help her, then.”
There was another moment of quiet among the buzz of the ball when he spoke again. “____.”
Your stare remained on his face. “Yes?”
As you kept watching him, you witnessed a slight blush arise on his cheeks. “So, you said, correctly, that we both highly value our freedom…”
Not quite understanding, you drawed, “Yes?”
“And of course, you know how we are the best of friends,” he carried on, eyes boring into you, as if you were some child who needed extra explanation. “You know, how everything I would ask of you would be in our best interests.”
A raised brow was your response to his rambling. “Hyunjin…what is the matter?”
He stopped, realising he could not meander any further. Sharp sigh escaping, he proposed a plan which had been haunting his mind since the dance. 
“I think you should marry me, angel.”
The words caused you to still completely. Not a very wise decision, considering the dance was still in motion, resulting in Hyunjin stumbling forward into you. His tugging hands had you continuing, albeit with much more shock. 
“What…” your insides threatened to retch out of your mouth. “What did you just say?”
“No, no, listen to me for a moment!” He clamped his lips together, searching for the right words to argue his point with. “Now I know marriage is something you have disliked—”
“Dislike?” A scoff. “I think you mean absolutely detest!” You saw him almost flinch at your snarl. “How dare you even suggest such a thing to me?!”
“I know, damn it!” he exclaimed, discomfort clear in his voice. “But if you would hear me out!”
“And what is this plan you speak of, Hyunjin?” you seethed, suddenly tempted to ram your heeled slipper into his boot. 
The man looked much in need of escape from this situation, but he merely twirled you about once more, the climax of the music about to begin. “I am very aware of your hatred against matrimony, and believe me when I say that I share in your disdain. Have I not complained of the very ceremony when mothers from every corner of London came to insist for their daughters’ hands?
Grumbling, you nodded. “Exactly, so obviously I must have a good reason why I spoke of this matter.”
“Well, spit it out, then!” you snapped. “It already sounds outrageous.”
With the instruments chanting louder, he commenced. “We both have a dilemma with marriage, especially concerning the burden. Your biggest problem is the freedom being taken from you. Mine is having to live with a woman I have no feelings towards.”
He continued, feet moving quicker and quicker to the melody of the music. “But see, if we wed each other, then those problems would be solved instantly!”
You looked at him as if he was insane. “You do realise that I would still be married. My scrap of independence would be snatched from me anyway.”
“That would be true if you were marrying some silly old lord, who had no interest in you other than your titles.”
His hand on your back pulled you a little closer. “But you see, angel, you would be marrying me.” 
Around and around, the two of you whirled, never stopping for a second to the music. “And you have known me long enough to know that I would never stop you from pursuing your passions.” 
Higher the melody climbed, lost to your ears as your eyes widened. 
His words rang through you with every note that escaped the instruments, sailing through the crescendo that washed over the ball. “ would let me write?”
Hyunjin furrowed your brows. “Did you think any different?” he asked, quite offended by your surprise. “Did you really expect that kind of behaviour from me?”
You did not hide your fears. “You may be my dearest friend, but you are still a man.”
That had him twisting his mouth into a scowl. His hands on you clenched harder. “You know me better than that, darling.”
You did, in fairness. The Duke of Hastings, leading you along this dramatic waltz, had been a constant in the entirety of your life. It was in these very balls that he had happened to stumble upon you, a child barely touching your second decade with a children’s book buried in your face. He, the exact same age but with much more excitement, snatched that book from your hands and made you leave your seat, chasing the boy around the ballroom till you burst into tears. After that rather unfortunate event, you vowed never to be in the same room as him, but you somehow ended up being his best friend instead.
Maybe it was because both of you had overbearing parents, driven by pressures of society and personal expectations. Or maybe it was the simple notion that after a while, you began to enjoy his eccentric behaviour and rather addictive smiles.
Perhaps it was better that way, too. For you could not imagine life without Hwang Hyunjin.
Your gaze was apologetic. “I do, blondie,” you supposed, but you steeled yourself once more. “But I have a condition!”
“And what condition would that be?” he asked, swirling you around and around, waiting for the climax to strike any second. The ladies around you were breathless, ecstatic, the gentlemen smug, but you and the duke had only business in your minds.
“Promise me that we remain the same,” you said, never leaving his sight when the music boomed across the ballroom, raw melodies dancing along with everyone within the four golden walls. His grip on you was firm, unflinching as he spun you across the marble floor one last time, dark boots never missing a single note as he nearly swept you away from the chaos of society. “Promise me that you and I will not change.”
And as the music drifted to an end, he finally slowed down. There was a moment of silence, heavier still under his stare. 
“I cannot promise you that.”
His next words sent the strangest sensation down your spine. 
“For we would not be friends anymore. We would be husband and wife.” 
The ballroom erupted into applause.
You blinked back at the new noise, head darting at the couples beginning to clap at the ended dance. Although the others began to depart, the two of you lingered on the floor, hands still clasped. 
His stare never faltered. “I cannot promise you that,” he repeated, slowly shaking his head. “Nor can I guarantee you continuity. 
“What I can promise, though, is that I will not take away your freedom. You may write as much as you wish.”
It was then his hold on you eased, stepping away as he held out the book — never dropped from his hand, but firm as he brought it before you, a silent offer.
“What do you say, angel?” His gaze was impenetrable. “Will you be my wife?”
Among the lords and ladies, there was only you and him.
You and him against the world.
It was difficult, finding allies in a time you lived in. Reminded of your mother, you had a terrible feeling that only doom would fall upon you if you refused his help. 
With good reason, too. No man could match what Hyunjin offered. No man would ever let you pursue your literary passions. 
Not a singular male in this society would ever care for your basic freedom, other than he.
Another first, then. 
So, in the middle of the ballroom, with your mother watching, you held onto the book, gripping it with a firm promise.
You dared not depart from the Duke of Hastings’ stare.
“Yes, blondie.”
You exposed a smile, a mocking quirk in your brow.
“A thousand times yes.”
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You insisted the wedding be small and intimate, for the ceremonies were already boring enough, but both your mother and Hyunjin insisted it be a grand occasion. 
The two of you tied the knot at Fulham Palace, a most esteemed estate dating back centuries, adorned in the finest flowers and gifts of nature surrounding its red-bricked walls. You had been there often in your childhood, due to the place being situated at the heart of your friend’s lands outside of the city, but seeing it decorated for your own wedding elevated the speciality of this abbey.
Many of London’s lords and ladies, dukes and duchesses had rushed to your invitation, fawning over the festivities and seated impatiently on the uncomfortable seating to await your arrival. Your friends, some bridesmaids, prepared your hair and fixed your dress, ordering everyone to take their places and sounding the instruments behind the altar to begin playing.
In truth, the ceremony was a blur.
Because this whole occasion was merely a plan, you did not deign to remember the memorable details of each event, the people who came or even the words recited by the priest.
However, the one figure you could not forget was your best friend.
No, you could not forget his face as you walked up to him slowly. It was a sight you had seen him expose only a few times in his life, when he would observe a flower open its petals in the morning, or regard a particular enchanting piece of artwork in an exhibition, which he would refuse to walk away from. You had raised a quizzical brow at him then as you slid the ring upon his finger, but he only offered you a wink, expression fading when the priest addressed you both.
Of course, another little detail you distinctly remembered was the declaration. The words which sealed a woman’s imprisonment.
“I now pronounce you man and wife.”
Your gaze had darted to Hyunjin at that, finding him staring at you already. Meeting his gaze, you found the comfort you hoped you would receive.
The Duke of Hastings will not throw you into the cages of matrimony. 
This very thought had relieved your nerves as you thanked every guest who congratulated you on the wedding, a few friends wiggling their eyebrows and wishing luck for the honeymoon. You waved them off, not really understanding the connotations, but carried on struggling at the reception until the sun had descended, and it was time for everyone to return home. 
That very evening, the two of you set off for this particular honeymoon.
You bid your farewells to your mother, she much too emotional for your liking, and because Hyunjin had no parents to bid his farewells to, the wedding carriage was up and running before the moon had taken reins of the night sky. 
Conversation never ran dry as you journeyed out of the din of London and into the countryside. Your destination was a couple of hours away, so rest was mostly out of the question as the carriage sped on, eager to get the newlyweds to their new home. 
It was well into the night when you arrived at Hemingford Manor, one of the many estates Hyunjin had ownership of ever since his father’s passing. Engulfed within the lush nature of Cambridgeshire, the little estate exuded a comfortable sort of radiance which you would expect from warm fires of winter. The gardens surrounding its walls was a whole maze of trees, bushes and an assortment of flowers, heightening its already ancient regality. 
The arrangements were made immediately, a small household welcoming you at the door as they took your luggage, unpacking everything as Hyunjin showed you around. It was extremely intimate, you noticed, every feature of any room possessing an unusual air well before your time, almost telling a story of theirs from centuries ago. 
He brought you to the bedroom, the grand bed instantly in sight as it’s curtains were fully drawn around its wooden columns, bedsheets black and red with gold thread stitched in swirls at the hems. Two ornate chairs sat beside the windows, and a huge dresser sat opposite the bed, beside it the door to the en-suite bathroom. Oil paintings littered the red walls of his ancestors, noticing your friend’s portrait made in his youth. The entire room radiated warmth, and you found yourself easing completely in his den.
“Well, I guess I should prepare for sleep,” you began, shrugging off your coat, walking over to the chairs and  settling it upon one of the arms. 
Hyunjin blinked back, as if his thoughts had been interrupted. “Ah, yes, of course.” He gestured to the bed. “You can have this room. I can stay in the one next door.”
You looked at him as if he was insane. “Do a husband and wife not share the same bedroom?”
“Well—” the man put his hands on his hips. “Yes, but I do not want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable?” You stepped towards him, quite offended. “Have you forgotten when we would sleep in the same bed whenever I stayed at yours for the summer?”
He narrowed his eyes at you. “We were children then, sweetheart. The situation is quite different now.”
“No, it is not,” you countered, matching his stance. “You were my dearest friend before, and you are my dearest friend now. That will always stay the same.”
That certainly quietened his tongue. He studied the stubborn quirk of your lips before sighing, unbuttoning his waistcoat. “Fine,” he quipped. “But I will not hesitate to throw you off the bed if you hog the sheets!”
You only offered him a scoff in response.
As the both of you began to ready yourself for bed, you opened your bag, making sure your papers were still intact. Counting up your drafts, you hummed in satisfaction before tying up the bag once again, setting it beside the dresser. Now, in your white nightgown, you went to the grand bed, slipping into the sheets. 
Grabbing hold of Pride and Prejudice, you continued reading from where you left off as you waited for Hyunjin to be suitably dressed for slumber. You hoped he would take longer than usual, but he disappointed you, as the fool always does, by arriving much earlier, frilled-collared shirt all loose and trousers all slack. 
The minute he saw you reading, he let out a groan. Leaning over, he snatched the book right out of your hands. “Hey!” You exclaimed, trying to take it back, but he stretched his hand away from you, propping it not-so-gently upon his bedside table. “Oh my God, not that harshly, you oaf! The book could tear!”
“I do not care!” He jeered, sliding into the sheets, propping his elbow so his hand supported his head. He swiped his locks away from his face, showing his full irritation. “Having your nose in a book on our wedding night!”
“Mr. Darcy was entertaining me just fine,” you sniped, crossing your arms. “You just had to be a Wickham and ruin the whole experience.”
“If this Wickham is a gift from the Lord Himself, then damn do I accept his name with pride!”
His ignorance made you laugh. Sliding your eyes to him, you matched his position, snuggling further into the pillows. “What does one even do on the wedding night anyway?”
Hyunjin’s amusement faltered at this, plush mouth parting ever so slightly. 
The Duke knew exactly what one does on the wedding night. 
As he raked his gaze over you, you waiting patiently for his answer, he wondered whether he should answer you truthfully. Tell you that he should be towering over you, kiss those pretty lips until they’re swollen and spit-slick, and take off that nightgown and uncover you before the stars. It was only customary, but the thought had his insides churning.
So he decided completely against it, to his absolute disappointment.
“How would I know? It is my first marriage as well.”
“Yes, but you’re aware of the ladies, and the gossip.” You leaned closer to him, unaware that the man’s heart halted for a second at the mere action. “When the guests were wishing me luck on my honeymoon they kept chuckling like children, as if they were in on a secret I was excluded from.”
“To hell with the guests, angel.” Hyunjin patted on your pillows, urging you to put your head down. “Our joining was very different from theirs. We can make our own rules.”
“Finally, an intelligent word from you!” You declared, but yelped as he pressed his hand on your head, sending you to the cushions. “Too harsh!”
“As I said, own rules,” he reminded you, a smile curling his lips. “Now please sleep! It is well past midnight.”
You shook your head no, resting your head in your arms. “Come on, Hyunjin! We have the whole night to ourselves, and you wish to sleep?”
Yes, he very much did. Because if he kept looking at you, excited and giggly and adorable, the tight leash he kept on himself would snap. 
He could not have his hands on you on the very first night. Not when you had no knowledge of what that meant.
“Well then,” he started, using all the strength in him to not curl a stray lock around your ear. “Tell me of your writings.”
His request had you face burning. “Never.”
The man made a face. “What?” He demanded, nudging you with his fingers. “Now you must tell me!”
“No, not now,” you hurried off, hiding your face in the pillows. God, the thought of your friend reading anything of yours made you sick to the stomach. “Argh!”
“But why?” he asked, a beginning of a pout etching onto his lips. “Do you not trust me, even though I have tolerated you for all these years?”
You turned to him again, furrowing your brows. “I do trust you!” You reassured him. “And I will tell you at the right time. Just...not at this moment.”
When you saw a frown develop on his face, you pouted at him, shame coursing through your bones. “To tell you the truth, Hyunjin, I am just embarrassed. It is so rough at the moment, so I want to show you the very best.”
“But I want to see everything,” he muttered. “Your worst and your best.”
“And you will see it!” You reached out, wrapping your fingers around his slender hand. The boy gaped at you at the sudden contact, but you continued. “You will be the first to see my drafts. I give you my word.”
The honest consolation brought the duke to a stillness. Hand enveloped by your fingers, he watched you await his reaction. 
Being the first to see your private writings was truly an asset. A special secret he would never share to another. 
“I wait patiently for that time, then,” he said, offering you a smile which melted your heart. “Now, I beg, sleep!” he added, bringing the sheets up to your chin. “I can tell you’re exhausted.”
Knowing your whining would be of no use, you looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes. “Fine, you absolute bother.” You closed your eyes. “Goodnight, blondie.”
A small chuckle escaped him, never forgetting the hold you had over his hand. He regarded over your resting figure, curling ever so slightly next to him, and he just could not help himself.
Stretching out his other hand, his fingers tucked away your stray locks from your face, curling them behind your ear. The smile ghosted on his lips, and only then he sank further into the pillows.
“Goodnight, angel.”
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A couple of weeks had passed as this ‘honeymoon’ period progressed in Hemingford, and you were beginning to settle in quite nicely to the peaceful time. The birds never ceased to chirp joyfully around the manor, the nature which engulfed the two of you like another living being surrounding you, silent yet welcoming. 
The scenery was perfect for someone like you, who was waiting for an environment like this to bring out the papers and put that inspiration to use. Hours rushed by as you sat under the trees beside the manor, writing away the scenes in your head as the maids brought you food. A few of those hours may have just been wasted on daydreaming, but that was the beauty of this entire situation — you simply had the time to waste in this retreat. 
Hyunjin had been more than satisfactory: he always came to dine with you for all meals, never concluding conversation, and made sure to accompany you on walks around the lands. Everytime you would step into new landmarks he would instantly recall the history behind it, explaining the work his forefathers had done on the manor, and lead you along till the sun followed you two down the horizon. 
You had initial fears. Just because he was your best friend before, it did not predict what his behaviour would be after marriage. You had heard many marital horror stories during the seasons of London society, and each one was worse than the last. Although you always knew the duke could never hurt you, there was no trusting the opposite sex. Fortunately for you, he rid those doubts from your mind, and maybe you began to have faith in the future.
There was, however, a downside to your new husband.
“Why will you not show me the drafts?!” he whined for the last time, following you into the house. Rolling your eyes for the millionth time, you took off your bonnet, handing it to the maid nearby. “I have waited long enough!” 
“I do not have to explain myself to you!” you argued back, grabbing your skirts as you rushed up the stairs, Hyunjin right at your heels. 
The man was much too quick, overtaking you instantly and barring you from stepping into the hallway. A groan was your reaction. “Let me through!” you ordered. 
“Tell me what your book is about.”
“I am not telling you anything!”
He curved closer to you, blond locks sliding off his shoulders. “Why?” he hissed, and you stayed stubborn as his hand on the bannister snuck closer to yours. “What have you written in there that is so exclusive?”
You bit the inside of your cheek, crossing your arms. 
It was not like you had written an anti-Duke of Hastings manifesto. Once again, it was just your humiliation — although you loved to write, there was absolutely no way you could ever willingly show him your work as of this moment.
You could not have your best friend be disappointed by your creations. 
So you turned completely on your heel, descending down the stairs.
“Hey!” you heard the man shout as you stepped into the entryway, picking up your book. “Where are you going?”
“To talk to the trees!” You looked over your shoulder, making sure to give him a glare.”Because I know they will not argue back!”
Before he could speak any more, you thundered out of the house, taking Pride and Prejudice with you. 
An enraged sigh escaped you, walking rapidly into the maze of hedges as you tried to stroll the anger away. When these silly arguments occurred, you began to wish that you had never told him of your work in progress. You could have just admitted that you liked to write, and feared that any other men would rob you off that hobby.
And on the last day of your honeymoon, too. Maybe you should have told him you were illiterate instead. 
Settling yourself upon the white wooden bench, right beside the forest, you opened up your book, gritting your teeth still as you immersed yourself in the world of Elizabeth Bennet. Although progressing, your thoughts drifted to another man who did not reside in the pages, and you found yourself even more aggravated.
Damned the beautiful bastard. Of course you were going to tell him of your writings. Why could he not simply wait?
The thought had you rigid on the bench as you read on, the mere wind and trees your silent company as you read away your rage. The duke did not come searching for you — it was for the better, because if he tried you would have ran away from his stalking figure. 
Night ascended from the horizons, and as the sun retreated so did you, back into the manor, book at your side. You nodded to the guards who opened the huge doors for you, letting you inside as you went straight for the stairs, void of the man who refused to let you pass.
Dim lights illuminating the way, you walked right up until your bedroom door greeted you, and when you saw Hyunjin, leaned back in the ornate chair as he looked out of the window, you paused at the entrance.
Although your steps were quiet, he turned his head to you. His features held a veil of unreadable emotions, cemented by the slight down curve of his mouth. 
You scowled at him as you stepped inside. “I am not showing you the drafts.”
He closed his eyes, nodding. “As you wish.”
You removed your coat, a brow raising. “I won’t show them to you tomorrow either.”
“As you say.”
Another brow joined its partner. “Nor will I show you them the next week.”
“Of course.”
What was this sudden change? “Hyunjin, are you unwell?”
“I am perfectly adequate, darling.”
The endearment had you frowning further. “Fine,” you muttered, knowing he was hiding something from you. “I will be inside, taking a bath.” 
You were about to enter the bathroom when his voice halted you.
Looking over your shoulder, you answered, “Yes?”
The man let out a soft sigh, crossing his leg over the other. “I...I wanted to say that I apologise for my persistence.”
Now that was a statement you were not expecting. You opened your mouth, but closed it, thinking it was for the better, and instead leaned at the doorway.
“I…” he clasped his hands. “I realised that as I insisted and shouted, I was becoming the very man you wished to avoid. That is the last thing I want for us. If you are uncomfortable in showing me your writings, that is fine. A husband, most of all a best friend, should respect that decision.”
His eyes lifted to yours, pinning you with a fierce stare. “I will not persist with you anymore.”
You found yourself unable to break this stare as you, too, locked your hands together, biting your bottom lip at this turnout.
The duke had never apologised for anything.
In the many years you had known him, he would always stand by his decisions, even if they turned out to be disastrously against his favour. His stubbornness refused to let him submit to the other, and you had watched him have his boney backside beaten almost every week for it.
Hearing the plea for forgiveness had certainly changed that perception. 
You took a few steps toward him, willing your hands at your sides as his gaze followed. 
Was the denial really necessary? The poor man only wished to take a glimpse into your mind. Was that too much for him to ask for?
No. You had to stay upright. So what if he apologised? He should have! The man had caused a ringing in your ears from the arguing.
But now, even though the entire time your body repulsed at the thought before, you found yourself reaching for your satchel.
His eyes did not leave your hands as you brought out the papers, dumping your bag beside his feet. You held them out, knowing there is no way out of your actions.
Hyunjin looked at the papers as if they were hemlock. “Why are you showing me your drafts?”
You pursed your lips. “Because I want you to eat them.”
“I have no appetite for paper this evening, I’m afraid.”
The attitude had you warning, “Do you want to read it or not?”
He regarded you with an adorable puzzlement. “Darling,” he started, and the word had you raising it closer to him. “You do not have to show me. I cannot have you forcing to do something which you do not—”
“You’re not.”
He paused. Kept that beguiling stare upon you. You carried on, “Hyunjin, I need you to understand that it was never anything personal. It was me just...not really believing in myself.” Gently putting the small stack of papers in on his lap, you locked your hands behind your back. “But I gave you my word on our wedding night. And the day you proposed, and the day I realised you were a dear friend to me.
“You will be my first for everything. Especially in the goals and dreams I treasure the most.”
The duke’s eyes enlarged, darting to the drafts settled on his thighs and then to you, capturing your lip between your teeth in nervousness. He wished ardently that you would break that habit, for if you kept at it he might just grab your face and continue for you.
My first for everything. The declaration had his stomach turning in on itself. He knew he had been there for many of your firsts, but saying it out loud was something else. Saying it out loud meant you were aware of that fact as well. 
So unimaginable, that you did not even realise the impact you had on him. So unbelievably innocent, eyes searching for his answer, desperate for consolation, when he had completely different matters in mind. 
By God, if you did not turn around and leave him, he would let the control on him falter.
“I...I need to take a long bath, Hyunjin,” you said, finding his stare unusually penetrating. “By the time I am done you would have finished reading half of it.”
Turning, you stalked back to the bathroom, looking over your shoulder as you took a step inside. “No sweetening the feedback.”
You did not wait for his answer as you went inside, shutting the door.
Both of you, not realising that the other was doing so, let out a quivering sigh.
Something was amiss. 
There was this...tension. You did not know the origin, but you knew it was there, underlying and creeping closer. Hyunjin was unusually quiet. Compliant even. A small part of you feared that maybe you should not have given him the most vulnerable possession in your care.
Deciding to fill the hot water in the bath yourself, you got on with your task, filling buckets of water in the copper bathtub till it nearly overflowed. Once done, you got rid of your clothes, and stepped inside. You instantly relaxed as the warmth of the water soaked your skin, calming your nerves, which were running high moments before. 
As you progressed with using the soap, you distinctly heard the pages turning in the room next door. Scrubbing yourself, you hoped that the man was enjoying your words, or else you were never leaving this bathtub again. 
At one point, you leaned your head back, closing your eyes as the water, now mixed with the scent of roses, lapped lazily against you. Your thoughts, once again, wandered to the man a wall away from you — what was he thinking? You wished you were there beside him, witnessing his reactions to the actions, dialogue, romance you had added in there.
Maybe that was the real problem. The couple you had added in this story had a strong relationship, but because you yourself had never experienced any sort of star-crossed love, you did not particularly know how to portray the raw romance. Still, you made sure they held hands in the ballroom at chapter 49. That was the pace in every other book you read, anyway.
After what seemed like a whole night later, you finally got out of the water, drying yourself with the towel hanging beside the tub. Grabbing your white nightgown, you donned the light dress, keeping it as loose as possible as you tried to dry your hair further, opening the door.
When you looked up, you saw the duke, head down, scanning through the papers with a face so focused it worried you. You made to say his name, but his hand shot up, silencing you. He did not even glance at your figure, bringing the hand back to swipe a finished page. 
A little smile appeared on your lips. Is he...invested? 
Does he enjoy your writing?
Another ten minutes of observing him, and he put the last paper down. 
Slowly, he tilted his head upwards, turning to where you stood. His face expressed something cryptic — unable to decipher the emotion which swirled beneath his dark, glinting eyes. 
He then let out a scoff.
“Darling, I need you to sit.” He gestured beside him, on the edge of the bed. “Right here.”
Perplexed, you obliged, settling yourself on the soft sheets, watching him heave off his chair, the last piece of your draft still in hand. He began a pace back and forth across the room, shaking his head as he turned at every end.
The pacing began to concern you. “Hyunjin, is something the matter?” you asked, hands grabbing tufts of your nightgown. “If you really wish to walk then you have all of Cambridgeshire waiting.”
“Tell me, dearest,” he said, still thundering across the room. “Remind me why you did not want to show me your drafts.”
That was an usual first comment. “Umm...because I was embarrassed about my writing?” 
Your answer made him stop. Whirl to your direction.
“Ah, yes!”
His features twisted into anger.
“Such poppycock!”
You blinked back. “I-pardon?”
“No, you shall not be pardoned!” he exclaimed, pointing at you with the stash of papers. “Not when you have written something like this!”
“Hyunjin, what do you mean?”
The man nearly ripped his hair out. 
“____, you have written a bloody masterpiece!”
Your entire body stilled.
“I...I did what?”
“Wrote a masterpiece!” He swiped through the pages, lighting up at each word that passed his gaze. “A bestseller! An award winning novel!” 
A smile worked its way onto your lips. “ really think so?”
Sighing out in exasperation, he set the papers upon the desk as he began to lose his initial anger. “How could you be embarrassed about something so beautiful?” He put his hand on the gold chair, leaning onto its head. “Your descriptions were lovely, the characters are perfectly imperfect. You have outdone a lot of the writers in circulation.”
Your shoulders sagged a little — almost as if you had been carrying a heavy burden, and this man had taken it off of you.
You made sure he saw your joy when you said, “Thank you, blondie.”
Seeing the pure contentment upon your face had your friend looking away, eyes narrowing to the plans once again.
“There was, however, one thing which needed improvement.”
The setback had you straightening once again, eager to hear. At least he was not sweetening it fully. “Go on.”
“As I was reading through, right till the end, I noticed a lack of very important details.” 
That was quite strange. “A lack of?” you asked, when you were so sure that you had added too much of everything.
His fingers drummed against the velvet of the chair. His other hand tightened upon his hip.
“I noticed that there was a deep lack of...passion.”
An incredulous look was your reply. “Passion?”
“Yes, passion. Desire.” He jerked his head towards the papers. “I hardly saw any of those emotions in the book.”
This new information was certainly quite worrying for you. “But I do not understand,” you started. “My whole novel is based on this relationship, of the love that blossoms and grows—”
“I understand that, darling, I really do,” he said. “I know what you are going to say.” 
The drumming continued. “But where is that residing in the chapters? Where is that physical lust implied in the characters?”
You had heard of the word before. Heard of its implications, yet never grasped the weight of its meaning. Was it just another form of longing? 
If only your mother had given you an education on this side of love.
“What do you mean...lust?”
Hyunjin raised a groomed brow. “What else could I mean, angel?”
The way he voiced that question, that endearment, had you parting your mouth, unable to say anything. You tried to speak, to say something to ease the tension which came slithering back into the bedroom.
“I...what were you expecting? From the relationship.”
Curling his locks behind his ear, his gaze became obscure. “You spoke of forbidden love, of...of a coupling which should not be occurring but happened through the fate of the universe. Is that right?”
When you nodded, he carried on. “See, I did not sense that from their exchanges. Their emotions are tame, chaste. An innocence which cannot be tainted.
“Now where is the fun in that?”
You dared not break his gaze. “What is that ’fun’?”
His eyes seemed to darken. “That ‘fun’ in the relationship is physicality. Where is that in your novel?” 
He took a step towards you. “Where are the unbreaking stares? The curious hands, aching to caress another’s? Where are the trembling breaths, the lust-stained sighs that fan lovers’ lips?”
The duke had you craning your neck back as he looked down at you. “Where are the kisses, my darling?”
You gulped. “K-kisses?”
“Yes, kisses,” he repeated softly. “Lips enveloping lips, tasting your inner workings? Travelling to your neck, your collarbone...places which cannot even be whispered in polite society?”
Each part he mentioned had goosebumps pricking at that certain place. 
The bastard still did not stop. “Where is that passion, ____? Where is that forbidden love, which only makes the heart burn wilder?”
And as he descended before you on his knees, delicate hands settling on your lap, you had a feeling swirl up your sides which had never struck you before.
“If I were the man in your book, I would not be tame with you.” 
His eyes offered a new, intimidating darkness. “Because if you were my woman, then I do not think I’d control myself. The moment I’d catch the innocence dancing in your eyes, I’d have waltzed it away into my shadows.
“Only God could save you from my hunger, then.”
Silence descended upon the two of you.
One waiting for the other to speak, and the other unable to form the words to do so.
The moon had illuminated your husband, one side of his face glowing like a celestial being, the other side basked in darkness. How strange, when he had compared himself to it just a few moments before.
You seemed unable to look away from him. His gaze, always intense, now had become so penetrating you wondered whether he could glance at your soul, quivering from his feedback. 
Improvements which you still did not quite comprehend, despite the implications.
Somehow, he could see it on your face. “I have a feeling you still do not grasp the idea. Is that correct?”
A half nod. “I…” God, speak! “I just...I have never understood it, Hyunjin.”
Your head dipped down, darting at the plains of your hands. “You asked me about lust, and I simply cannot answer because I do not know. I have never experienced such emotion.
“Hell, I have not witnessed a single action that you spoke of. How could you expect me to write of desires I have never even felt?”
This was unchartered territory. This was a terrain you had not explored with him.
Yes, he was your best friend. But one does not talk of such...dangerous conservation when your best friend happens to be a male — a complete rake, at that.
It seemed as if the rake, too, was thinking the same. 
His legs, a force which had never let him down, threatened to buckle under him. His mouth opened, only for silence to answer you. 
Lord and all His subjects help him. He did not think he could contain it any longer.
And as his eyes exposed you, vulnerable before him, he only knew of one thing — one fact within this ocean of uncertainty you swam in.
He would jump into the waters for you. But not to haul you out to safety.
No, the duke would drag you down further, with him as your sole saviour.
Or even your destroyer. Your fated undoing.
For the Duke of Hastings will absolutely ruin you, body and soul.
A blink.
A singular action, dragging him back to dark, dark reality, even sweeter than his fantasies as it sat before him, shy and wide-eyed.
An innocent reality all for him to defile.
“Yes, angel?”
You tried not to shudder at his lilting whisper. “How am I to be helped?”
The man did not even think of the possibilities, to your surprise.
If only you knew, how long he had kept them hidden for.
“How about I assist you?”
Confusion washed over your features. “And how would you assist me, Hyunjin? You have never written a novel.”
His answer was a chuckle, revealing slight glimpses of his teeth as he stood.
“That is true, yes.”
Sitting down beside you, he planted his hands behind him on the bed, leaning into the position. 
“But what I can provide aid for is the one feature you lack in your writing.”
His voice right behind gave you a fright.
“Pure, raw lust.”
Looking over yourself, you watched him reclined in ease. Your speech was uneven as you said, “And...and how will you help me with that?”
“Simple, my darling.” A pause, looking you over. “I shall provide you with examples. Show you what truly happens between a man and woman when all they yearn for is each other.”
He saw the further questions in your gaze. The questions you dared not voice out loud, perhaps dared not understand. 
Smirking, he sat himself up, eyes never leaving yours as his hands encircled your own, bunched up in your dress. As his fingers brushed against your linen he felt his skin go aflame. 
“If, of course, you would let me.”
Tilting your head slightly upwards, you sensed a foreign warmth envelop your face, burning at the sight of your friend studying you like an empty canvas, begging to be filled.
Perhaps you were an empty sheet of paper, waiting to be painted with guidance by the master. Maybe that master was beside you all along.
“What will you do to me, Hyunjin?”
There it was. The question which may have been his drug — his purest form of opium. 
Because when his hands travelled upwards, sliding to your face and imprisoning you with his stare, he knew he would become addicted.
“Not only show you what real passion looks like.”
A shame he did not care for his well-being when you were so fucking tempting.
“But show you what real passion tastes like.”
The shuddering breath that left you caressed Hyunjin’s lips, and he debated throwing the whole course of patience out of the window, and ravage you this second.
But he would never do that. Not unless you asked him to. 
“May I?” He whispered, eyes heavy lidded. The need for an answer was beyond rationality.
You looked at him one last time before you let your heart answer for you.
“Show me, Hyunjin. 
Those three words were all it took for the duke to close the distance. 
Close the final space which had stayed so irritably prevalent, when he brushed his lips against yours. 
The first thought that came to mind was how soft his mouth felt. 
Plush lips, moving against yours with the utmost gentleness; as if testing the waters, familiarising their new surroundings. He did not know what to expect, which was a thought that shocked him. Had he not bedded half of London to know the ins and outs of how a man should pleasure a woman?
Still, his vast knowledge could not prepare him for you and your shy acceptance.
His fingers cradling your jaw, satisfied, he delved in a little deeper, the weathered leash beginning to loosen as he found his opium upon your mouth.
You attempted to follow his actions — letting him lead the kiss as if it were the many dances you had partaken with him, treating this as yet another waltz you both had to share. The issue was, dancing never brought you the unnerving thrill that these ministrations did.
Hyunjin’s kisses were quite indescribable. 
When he tilted your head with the pressure of his fingers, gaining the fullest possible access to your lips, he thought his heart would burst from his chest. So compliant, you were, trailing after his actions. His pleasure heightened when he felt your heartbeat race beneath his fingertips, which resided just underneath your jaw. 
He would have been a happy man if he continued the kiss forever, but he forced himself to break away, remembering that this was your first, that you were not acquainted with the dance of passion. His gaze pried over your features, and a famished smile nearly broke upon his face.
He found you shivering beneath his grasp.
Lips glistening, courtesy of his own, eyes wide and skin warm, there was no other reaction which the duke would have savoured more. A fearful excitement resided upon your beautiful face — almost as if you were scared of yourself, of the feelings he ignited within you.
The man was not far from his prediction. You were positively terrified.
Terrified of the fire-like emotion that threatened to turn your stomach in on itself. It was an extraordinary sensation — as if you were engulfed by some unknown, mysterious fire, and Hyunjin was the one sparking it to life.
You parted your mouth, trying to speak but to no fruition. 
And him, whose eyes grew darker at the lack of words, curled his fingers to your jaw, smirking. “I can hear your heartbeat from here, darling.” A singular finger tapped against the spot, where your blood pumped quicker than usual. 
Your heartbeat thrummed in your ears too, making you all the more aware of the situation — you may not know what these feelings were, but you needed to find out.
It was not entirely your fault. A writer must do their research, after all.
Painfully swallowing the lump in your throat, you made yourself speak, asking the questions which haunted you. “ this all?” you got out.
Hyunjin slanted his head a little, narrowing his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“You know…” your hands instinctively reached for your lips. “What we just did. Is that all that happens?”
The hesitation had him chuckling, the shaky exhale caressing your mouth. “Do not pretend that you were unaware of kisses,” he mused, and you desperately tried to look away. 
The slight grip on your jaw had you unable to do so. “And as for your question…” the smirk remained. “We have barely touched the surface.”
His other hand skirting downwards, it grazed along your collarbone, tumbling to the free space at your side. It settled itself among the bunched linen, holding you steady. 
“I can show you more,” he whispered. “If only you wish it.”
Face burning further, you closed your eyes, letting your head dip in acceptance. You could not even think at this point — you were curious. Beyond intrigued, wondering whether these feelings would swell up more, take you into another reality farther from your imagination.
It was a slight inconvenience that Hyunjin shook his head. 
“No, my darling,” he said softly, the fingers on your jaw sliding to your chin. “I want you to say it. Say you want more.”
You had not the slightest idea what this ‘more’ was, but you sure wished to discover — judging by the ravenous gleam in your husband’s stare, he wished for you to find out too.
“Fine then, Hyunjin…” one last pause ensued. “I...I want more.”
The said-man let a small groan escape before capturing your lips again. 
He knew he was being selfish — almost pouncing on you like a man starved, grip on your side tightening as he quickened his pace, slowly prying your lips open.
When you felt his tongue skim along the seam of your mouth, you found yourself opening up to him, shocked at the sudden enthusiasm. Your hands, unoccupied, fumbled at your lap, unsure of their use until Hyunjin, his own hands leaving you, held onto them. 
With precise direction he placed them on his shoulders, all the while slithering his tongue inside. You found yourself gripping onto him harder as he explored you, he himself nearly transcending at your yielding. A groan threatened to escape, but was drowned out by his mouth, closing over yours and kissing you insane. 
His tongue worked wonders within you, swirling along with yours, desperation increasing with every time you complied with his actions. He opened your lips a little wider, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip, and you could not contain your moans any longer. The whimpered replies had him tugging on your lip, slowly sinking his teeth on the swollen flesh. Your fingers could not grasp harder, the lock around his neck tightening with a growing need.
Is that what it all was? Urgency? What was this need for?
You hoped with all your heart that Hyunjin would know.
He pulled away from your mouth, and with gasped breaths, he got out, “Angel, may I—” His thumb caressed the corners of your lips, trailing down to your neck. “May I kiss you here—?” 
The second the ragged yes escaped, the man’s mouth began peppering little kisses along his finger’s trail, leaving your skin burning with every touch. Dipping his head into your neck, he tugged down the neckline of your gown, settling on your collarbone. The hem descended to your shoulders, threatening to fall at your waist. 
His kisses did not falter, even when you gasped out his name, a soft cry which only grew when his teeth grazed at your skin. Pain bloomed at the touch, but the feeling did not last long, replacing it with his tongue lapping up the mark. The dull ache remained, yet forgotten as he created a pattern of these stinging sensations.
“____,” he whispered upon your skin, a hypnotic chant which only had you whining in response. His mouth skimmed right up to your ear in frantic. “I...I must show you even more.”
You stilled completely. “E-even more?”
Hyunjin’s eyes did not leave yours as his hands travelled down, holding onto your sides. Slowly, he tugged you forward, your body merely following as he laid you down into the bed. Your heart hammered as he towered over you, the loose shirt revealing a glimpse of his chest, and his locks, drooping down to your face.
Your hands held onto the sheets. The gesture had him melting, so endeared by your little scares. What would you know of what will follow?
His idle fingers began to roam. With every shuddering breath they journeyed further below, until they found the hem of your nightgown. He held onto the fabric, slowly sliding it upwards. 
You hissed slightly at the cold that welcomed your bare legs, but it was overshadowed by his warm caresses, every touch causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Or something of the sort. That was what it felt like to you, anyway, with how out of place the reaction was. 
You asked him as his fingers paused, right on the edges of your upper thighs. Confusion, mixed with an overwhelming sensation, washed over you with every phantom touch. “What are you—” you paused as his hand tugged your legs open, ever so slightly. “What are you to do with your fingers?”
His answering gaze had you praying for the Lord. “How about I show you instead?” The contact lingered. “I promise it will feel wonderful.”
There was no other answer you could offer him. A hasty nod could only suffice as, with that signal, the duke braced himself for what he had been dreaming to do.
Nothing prepared you for the feeling of his fingers past your thighs. 
Your breathing hitched as they teased against your entrance, running slowly along your slit. He collected the arousal which pooled at the apex, mouth agape from your reaction. 
How you were drenched for him. 
The very sight, and the prolonging idea, had the man exhaling sharply. Even now, he could see in your gaze — you were unaware of your own responses, your body’s hurried joy as it begged for his fingers to delve in further. 
Tonight, he would show you a glimpse of his fantasies. 
His one finger slipped inside you, and you felt the world turn.
Slowly, so painfully slow it slid between your folds, completely halting your breath as you gaped at him. He held your stare with a dark intensity — no doubt there was hesitation on his part, scared his control would shatter, terrified he would submit to your desire and break you under his hold. Already the thought was so appealing. 
Still, he kept his fantasies at bay, holding your face like a fragile artifact as he delved deeper. A soft moan escaped your lips, and he cocked his head, realising it was a whine you tried to contain. 
“Angel, please,” he murmured, and when he paused on his journey you looked at him in desperation. “Don’t be shy with me.”
And then, grip on your side tightening, he began to pull his finger out.
This time, it was impossible to restrain. 
A heightened gasp shuddered out of you, gripping onto his shirt. How could an action so simple be so electrifying? The idea could not make any sense, but it did not need to when it brought such pleasure. You pulled on the fabric harder, elevating Hyunjin’s joy at seeing you so bothered.
“Yes, just like this,” he cooed, repeating the movement. This time, though, he quickened the pace as he began peppering little kisses upon your face. Each brush of his lips was like fuel to the fire below, growing angrier with every leisured plunge. “Say it all for me.”
You did not need to be told twice. 
Your whines grew as he quickened, foreign waves of mysterious origin overtaking your body. You feared his singular finger might be enough to do something drastic, but then his thumb started to wander. When he found your clit, he created a slow pattern of circling the bud, causing you to squirm beneath him. 
Seeing him above you was all too much — you needed his lips upon yours, needed to be lost in his tongue or else you would lose your mind. “H-hyunjin,” you stammered out, and the dazed expression had him reeling. “Please...please kiss me.”
He nearly moaned at the request itself. There you were, asking for his touch. His delirium spoke for him, letting his delusion a little astray. “But darling,” he muttered, leaning his face closer to you. “How can I watch you like this if I simply kiss you?”
Releasing his finger till the mere pad remained, he smiled at your panting. “How will I be able to watch you when I do this—” and brought two digits inside you.
He felt your walls pulsate around him, and he revelled in your reactions, the groans that followed with his delving. So, so compliant. So wonderfully welcoming, when all he did was touch the surface. 
Your speech was all muddled, broken words and half-prayers as his fingers worked within you. As if that was not enough, he curled them inside, and there, he brushed against a spot which had you seeing stars. You could hardly stay still under his grasp, squeezing your legs together. 
“Fuck,” he slipped out, and the curse itself had you fisting your hands in his shirt, damning the turnout if it were to tear. “Sweetheart, it’s okay to let go, keep those legs open.”
Further fastening his labour, you found yourself developing the most intense feeling in your gut — like a dark, swirling ball, aching to be released. You tried to raise your head to kiss him, but he only did the same, you barely missing him.
“Hyunjin!” You gasped out, and the said-man knew that no orchestra could compete with the music you tuned for him. Grabbing clumsily onto his collar, you tried with meak strength to bring him down. “’s wrong, something is amiss—”
You cut a glance down, where your cunt was more than occupied with his digits. “Wh-what am I feeling?!” In a frenzy you stared at him again, tears pricking your eyes. “Why do I feel—”
The duke only shushed you, a gaze akin to affection being offered to you as he trailed a slender finger upon your cheek. “Oh, sweet angel,” he whispered, voice a little breathless.
“That is me keeping my promise.”
And when he finally swooped your lips in a heart-wrenching kiss, fingers never stopping below, you let the overwhelming feeling take over. The aching was freed, and you broke away with a cry as you released onto him, spilling onto the sheets. 
Hyunjin commenced a trail of sweet kisses upon your face, slowing his work inside you. Lethargy washed over you, and you barely sensed him slip his fingers out until the hollowness of your cunt welcomed you in his stead. 
Through heavy-lidded eyes, you watched him as he brought the two digits to his parted mouth, sucking softly on the skin. A low noise hummed out of him, and you found yourself growing warmer all over again.
He caught you looking at him, and he slipped his fingers out with a pop!
“Truly divine, you are.”
Skin burning, you quickly shimmied your nightgown down, earning a chuckle from your husband. “That was…” you began, and you did not know why the thought made you so flustered. 
“Do not worry your pretty mind, sweetheart,” he reassured you, flicking your nose. “Your release was answer enough.”
That only had you all the more embarrassed. “Hyunjin?”
His eyes rooted to yours. “Yes?”
“Was this…” you paused, trying to find the right words. “Was whatever we did...everything? Was this the end?”
Despite the two of you only finishing now, the duke had his gut turning in on itself all over again. This time, he let patience take over. He had been rewarded more than enough.
He still answered with a hushed tone, offering you another vision. Another promise, which he intended on fulfilling even further. 
“Of course not, angel. This was merely the beginning.”
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It was a much more gradual journey than the previous one, with all the time in the world to go back to the duke’s main estate, where he was called to work after weeks of leisure. You, first indignant, were now devastated to leave Hemingford, a place which became a special haven in such a short time. 
But of course, one could not neglect their husband. Not when that husband would never let you leave his side.
Hyunjin was all eye-smiles in the carriage, hands refusing to let go of you despite your complaints. You did not particularly mind, but when he resorted to kissing you with the curtains drawn, your levels of embarrassment nearly broke the scale, amusing him to no end. 
There was no stopping him, though. After taking the first heated step with you, the vault of restraint in his senses had cracked. All this time he had proceeded with caution, but your heightened whimpers of the night before had undone the cellar of his desires. 
Once again, you had experienced another first with him. A first which he wanted to conquer for a long, long time.
Unfortunately, business called, or else he would have stayed a few weeks more. Damn the men begging his presence, when he could have explored every layer of your innocence in that manor, revelled in ruining you of your ignorance. 
He thought he had time to show the world of pleasure. 
Alas, the fantasy he created in his Manor had to fade.
Reality crashed upon the two of you unfairly quick — there was not a moment’s rest as you arrived at Lansdowne, the official estate of the Hwang family nestled in Mayfair. It was more an enchanting palace than a home, every room, furniture and painting like pieces out of a fairytale. You could never forget the first time you entered, knowing that despite your previous comforts, you were to be spoiled in this abode. 
The unfavourable situation which turned out from this was that your husband was not present to spoil you in his royal den.
As the days began there, with banality taking over, the two of you barely had any occasion to spend some time together. Business sunk its claws into the duke, refusing to show mercy. All the days and most nights, he managed tenants on his lands, heard their complaints and attempted to provide solutions. 
The problems arose while he was away tending to you in your getaway, his subordinates incapable of handling the work he did so effortlessly. It frustrated Hyunjin to no end, when he had to learn these strategies since his adolescence, yet his employees, far older than him, could not manage to use his funds efficiently. 
Although this meant time was sparse together, you did not mind so terribly. Having solitude meant having opportunities to write, and so you threw yourself into your drafts. You revised the more intimate scenes between your couple, and dared write down your first experiences onto the page.
Even documenting the occurrence had your stomach fluttering — when he kissed you delirious, going as far as slipping his fingers inside you. It felt like a delusion in your mind, scared that you merely created such events through your imagination, but you could not not make up such passion.
Hwang Hyunjin had shown you a very tangible fantasy.
It was these memories that kept you company as you penned down your world, a couple thousand words being scrawled on paper everyday. You wished to talk to him about taking matters further with your novel, but whenever the two of you had the occasional dinners you could not bring yourself to address the subject. He was already so occupied, and dumping your own tasks on him would devastate you
So you secluded yourself into your room, and only wrote.
Few weeks into Lansdowne, and you began to miss him.
You did not know how this feeling entered, but the moment it crawled into you it was all you could endure. It was not uncommon for you to miss your dear friend, even before marriage, but now that you lived with him, the situation changed. During the afternoons, when you burned your mind from the constant writing, you longed for his presence; conversation never ran dry when he was around, and the maids who offered refreshment were hardly an alternative.
Your longing, unfortunately, did not stop there.
Ever since that fateful night, you failed in shaking off the ever present tingling. His midnight eyes, akin to the devil, haunted you in isolation, and the sheer image of his full lips quickened your heartbeat. In fact, when you wrote a similar recount into your writing, the incident came into your mind so clearly you had to abandon the task altogether. The familiar wetness pooled at your core, and you cursed the heavens for being weak.
His fingers had an everlasting impression on you.
That was a whole other problem — you and Hyunjin, because of his tightening schedule, hardly had any opportunity to explore further of what happened. Teasing words and stolen kisses were your only alternative, and you dared not ask of him to do more. Your cowardice may have been one of the main reasons, but he was another factor of your silence. The man came home every night, so exhausted that even requesting to have him satisfy you brought you shame. He was much too tired, and you could not be selfish.
So you did not bother him. Let him leave every morning, and imagine what would be if he did not have so many responsibilities.
However, another couple of weeks later, and the need became unbearable.
Your every thought and feeling was replaced with this...this urgency. It was horrifying to you, never having been forced to such extremes, but it preyed on your mind like a beast. Meaningless tasks turned into burdens, sleep was lost, and your very heart threatened to burst from the intuitions. You wished to stop, but once you remembered that phantom touch, it was over. There was simply no alternative.
During those times, you could barely look at Hyunjin, offering you tired smiles as he disappeared into your chambers. You figured he did not notice, or else you knew he would make a comment on your worsening state. Truthfully, you were overjoyed that he was too exhausted to see you like this. If there was any chance he was aware, that alone would kill you off.
But this desire, too, was slowly withering you away.
Even as the sun began to descend, birds singing softly beyond your intricate window, soon to be drawn to a close. The library was bathed in gold from the light, painting your face as you attempted to write the last of the chapter, but to little success. 
You figured your creativity had had enough of being stuck in your bedroom, so you opted for a change of scenery, but the parasite was at hand, churning just below your stomach. Even with the thousands of books settled all around you, radiating their knowledge, the ache remained, dull yet present. You scowled, pushing the pencil harder in your hand.
The poor lead broke suddenly, making you flinch. “Argh!” you let out, throwing the object upon the desk. Useless — you were so utterly useless, reduced to a mold of nerves, growing with each image that passed in your head.
Cursing, you put your hands in your lap, looking to the gardens beyond the window. 
There is nothing you can do, ____.
The need arising, you slid your palms back, enough so they rested over your core. 
A dangerous thought entered your mind.
That’s not true. There is one solution.
Your eyes widened.
Of course, there was always that alternative. Glancing down, you involuntarily pressed your palm to your clothed cunt. Already a wave of pleasure washed over you, and you suppressed any sound with a hand to your mouth.
You cannot. By God, you cannot do such a thing.
Especially in a bloody library.
Turning around, you glanced at the bookshelves guarding your figure, stretching to the painted ceiling. As an aspiring writer yourself, you cursed yourself for suggesting to do such an action in your temple, with the place your church and the books your Bible. 
However, when the ache begins to creep over, your morality seemed to fade at first flight. 
What a shame your brain was not to be listened to.
Shooting up from your chair, you nearly fell to the plush carpet, leaning against the desk. Gradually, you took a step forward, and another, searching for any secluded area among the lines upon lines of populated shelves. 
“Where is it, where is it,” you mumbled to yourself, passing the Greek Literature aisle, moving further into the darker section. When you spotted the end of the library, you turned to a dim lit section of Romantic poets. “Aha!” You exclaimed, finding the place you were searching for.
This particular section has been a favourite little hiding place for Hyunjin. Recalling the memories, you always caught him here whenever the two of you played hide-and-seek, or when to comfort him here after a particularly harsh spat with his father, the late Duke of Hastings. Above all else, he found himself isolating here whenever he wished to read by your insistence, finding solace in the words of Blake and Wordsworth, picked up on the shelves. 
You, on the other hand, did not come here to read. 
Backing up against the wall, you let yourself fall to the lush carpet. There was barely enough space to stretch your hands apart, feeling the wall on one side, and the bookshelves with the other. It was small trouble, though, as space was not the priority — simply distance. 
Thankfully, you had time — dinner would be served in about an hour, and the servants had been told not to disturb you as you ‘write’.
It was now or never.
“Lord forgive me.”
Grabbing onto your skirts, you raised them upwards, along with your petticoats. After undressing your pantalettes, your white stockings came into view, ending right above your knees, tied with baby pink ribbons. 
With your underwear gone, you felt the cold caressing your dripping cunt. Immediately your fingers rushed to swipe at the arousal that pooled onto the carpet, a hiss escaping your lips. Then, moving higher, you felt the swell of your clit, and began to rub circles, so, so slowly — just like Hyunjin did, exactly like his fingers did.
The ripples of pleasure crashed over you with every swipe of your fingers. It was the most wonderful feeling, experiencing it after a span of weeks. Yes, somewhere in the back of your rational mind, you knew you looked pathetic, whining softly from your own efforts, but your desperation took over; you had been patient long enough.
Your desire, however, had no such moments to waste with such gradual rubbing, so pent up inside you that it forced you to quicken your pace. You prayed that no one heard you, for the sobs that flew out your mouth increased, playing and teasing your clit till it nearly numbed you.
The real bliss poured out when you plunged two of your fingers into you, going deeper and creating that identical pace, relished before. You closed your eyes, and images came flashing back — the midnight eyes returned, along the malicious grin, and suddenly it was not your fingers that pulled and pushed into your cunt. Your mind dared to conjure up Hyunjin, his dark laughter ringing in your ears as he curled his fingers into you, reaching a spot which had you seeing the seven heavens. 
So far along, you did not care if the others heard. With your concoction before you, fingering you delirious, you called out his name. A panted “Hyunjin!” squealed out of you, the word laced with madness. How you begged for release, when it was actually in your control.
And maybe you would have come all over your fingers at that moment. Maybe that was a fantasy that would have been rewarded to you if reality had not been so unkind.
For it was reality that arranged a presence turning to his favourite hiding spot. For it was cruel, cruel reality, bringing at your secret aisle the very man who caused your current frenzy.
Hwang Hyunjin. 
Sweet Duke of Hastings, who thought to surprise his wife and return home early, so he could join her at dinner this evening. Curious Duke of Hastings, who found the servants informing of your ‘work’ in the library, and so walking to you himself, expecting the distant sound of sighs and scribbles on paper. 
Shocked Duke of Hastings, when he heard his name instead, being moaned at the end of his library. 
His pupils dilated, gloved fingers hanging on the edge of the shelf, he grew flushed in his attire as he watched your near undoing. You whimpered his name over and over, as if that was your only comfort among the heavy sensation in your gut, the pleasure which numbed your senses. He trailed down to your sopping fingers, clumsy in their rhythm.
A shuddered breath escaped him.
It was then he let out the most self-satisfactory scoff. 
That moment, you opened your eyes. Widened when they settled on your husband, face exposing an aghast expression as he crossed his arms, gaze never leaving the mess between your legs.
He had the audacity to grin wickedly.
“Oh my, sweet angel. What do we have here?”
Your entire body stilled, fingers frozen inside of you. Every ounce of strength, which tried to make you speak, abandoned ship. 
Noticing clearly, a splutter of hellish laughter spilled from his lips. “All this time,” he began, feline amusement dripping in his voice. “All these lonely, lonely weeks, I was so guilty.” His boots made a soft thump against the carpets, grey longcoat fluttering after him. “I kept thinking, see, of you, so alone and unentertained. Stuck in her chambers all day and night, burning out her brain with her words. Writing of my examples.”
He unbuttoned his overcoat, pinning you with his gaze. “Little did I know you were impersonating me.”
You almost cried with shame. 
“God, I doubt I can call you angel, again,” he drawled, tossing his woolen jacket behind him on a nearby chair, pulling off his gloves. 
He uncovered his slender hands, continuing, “Not with your fingers still in your cunt.”
That nearly had you in tears — you yanked your digits out, making to push your skirts down in a hurry but were dutifully stopped by his raised voice.
“Pray, darling,” he inquired, and you could taste the ridicule as he stood before you, crouching down. “What do you think you are doing?”
He did not give you time to answer as he grabbed your hand, half-soiled by your endeavours. “Why have you stopped the show when the intended audience has arrived?”
All these questions messed with your senses, squeezing your thighs together as the high, threatening to undo you before, began to fade. “Hyunjin—” you said, but you were interrupted, as, with his hand, he lifted your trembling figure with ease. Legs unstable, you let him steer you until your back hit the bookshelves.
“Another notion puzzles me too.” His golden locks skirted along as he cocked his head.
“Why did you scream my name when you touched yourself?” 
Your mouth parted, remembering your incessant whining. The thought caused your entire body to burn up, your husband taking instant note. “Come on, now, darling,” he taunted, grip on your hand tightening. “We both know you are more than capable of speaking.”
It was surprising how you managed to speak, despite the phantom touches.
“I…” you paused, embarrassed that you tried to tell him the truth. “I do not know...damn it!” you hissed as you saw a phantom smile accompanying his hands. “I had this...this need, Hyunjin. Everytime I recalled that night, I…all I wanted was some sort of...release.”
“Oh?” he got out, and he had to cage you with his hands for his own stability. 
The thought of you, withering in pleasure — pleasure you did not realise you yearned for — had his mind transcending any sense. There he was, stirring the cauldron of desire bubbling in your veins, your face twisting in pain from your lack of knowledge. 
He had to pray for forgiveness for his mentality, but at this moment in time, he only knew of one religion. You, and your wishes, whispered in panted breaths.
“If that was what you felt, then why did you not tell me?”
If it was not for his hand gripping yours, you would have covered your face. “How could I?” you whined out. “You were so busy! I could never be selfish enough to put myself before you.”
His heart nearly burst from his chest. “My darling,” he hummed, stroking away the flyaways upon your face. “Do you not realise that I put you before myself?”
Your confusion had him continuing. “If you had told me that you had such...needs, then I would have damned the work to hell.”
Suddenly, you wished you were the most selfish person in the world.
“Every wish, your every want…” his eyes promised the world. “It is mine to bring it to you.
“So tell me, angel.” His fingers lingered on your face. “What do you want?”
Alas, that fated question.
What you wanted was to tell him without doubt that you wished for his fingers inside you again. What you wanted was your husband fulfilling his promises, showing you more, more, more until you forgot your name from the sheer force.
You hated how your speech could never voice it out loud with confidence.
The man noticed your face warming beneath his touch as you stammered, “I-I want—” pausing from his fingers on your cheek, “Hyunjin, I want you to…” 
Your pathetic attempts had him chuckling. “So innocent to me still?” He asked softly. “Even when I caught you moaning my name like a whore in the night?”
Whore. Sane you would have slapped him for saying such a thing, but the arousal that pooled at the term meant completely different. He was aware of your reaction, causing him to be compliant. 
One day, he would voice it out of you. One day, you would say from your own mouth that you wished for ruination.
“How about this, ____?” he started. He brushed a small kiss upon your forehead, heart fluttering at the chaste action. “When you want me to stop, voice that out instead.” The next kiss was upon the tip of your nose. 
You thought up a worrying confession, but when you saw his expression change, you realised you blurted it out.
“I don’t think I would want you to stop, Hyunjin.”
The molten lust in his eyes nearly undid you then and there. He offered you a low, satisfied growl, wondering how in God he could ever resist you.
“I don’t think I would be able to, angel.”
He did not say any more, swooping down and enveloping your lips with his.
You instantly accepted him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer, closing your eyes and letting him paint an artwork of desire upon your mouth. You could tell he was trying to be gentle, but your confession cracked the glasshouse of desire he had tended for so long. 
His tongue was inside your mouth at once, and you relished its desperation, letting it explore all of you as his hands wandered down, your own sliding into his locks. Softer than all the silks in the land, you already felt the moans bubble within your throat, partially escaping with every parting. His heavy breathing in your ears only wished for all distance to fade.
There was so much of him, all at once — you had shared kisses with him after that fated night, but you knew those kisses were the sole form of affection he could offer in those lonely weeks. The way he bit your bottom lip, soft and then a little harder, had you losing all sense.
It was such things that made you realise how much you missed his presence.
Tearing away from your lips, he gave fevered attention to your neck, trailing his kisses down your skin, open and wet and restless. “Hyunjin—” you began, but then you gritted your teeth at the pain of his suction upon your throat. His hands pushed you further into the shelves, and a few books began to fall at the force. 
“H-Hyunjin!” you exclaimed, eyes darting frantically to the classic editions that scattered on the floor. “W-wait, not here!” 
The man blinked in his haze of desire, looking at you. “Huh?” he got out, spit-slick lips parted, his whole body raising from his breaths. “Why not?”
“The-the books, they...!” you tried to explain, but with the stare he offered, you quietened within moments. “...Hyunjin?”
His answer was his hand taking your wrist and turning from the secluded corner. He steered you out of the hiding place, pace hurried with each step he took. Head whirling to every aisle, he cursed under his breath, finding the spaces between the shelves filled only with books. 
“What are you...searching for?!” you demanded in bated breaths, but then he let out a satisfied noise as he found an open aisle, the first line of shelves in the library. 
In front of those shelves sat a large, wooden step ladder — no doubt there to grab onto the higher sectioned novels. A knowing smirk enveloped his features as he led you to where it stood, backing you against it.
A small yelp escaped you as the man hoisted you upon the steps, you holding onto his shoulders as he slithered his arms around your waist. “There,” he said, tilting his head slightly upwards. “Now you shan’t worry about your novels falling.”
“Easy for you to say!” you crowed, already feeling unstable, despite sitting on the sixth step. “This time it might be me falling!”
“Well then,” he began, tugging your legs apart till he fit snug between them, “You just have to hold on tight, don’t you?”
Oh, you were going to kill him.
Leaning forward, he halted your breath, brushing his lips across your neck. “I can stop if you wish,” he whispered on your skin. His hand rested over your chest, where it rose unevenly under his palm. When you did not answer he looked up, climbing so he levelled with your face. 
You felt his heavy breathing fan your lips. “Do you want me to stop, angel?”
His eyes saw right through you — with the way a malicious smile began playing at his lips, he knew his answer long before you registered it yourself.
Head shaking hurriedly, you murmured out your response as you grabbed onto the lapels of his longcoat. 
You pulled him down, desire taking control of your senses as he undid you with his lips. His hands, sliding down, hitching your skirts higher than before, bunching it at your waist. Never giving himself a break on your mouth, he peeled off his coat, tossing it beside the ladder. Only when you broke away to take a panted breath did he begin his descent — kisses on your neck dragged down further, along your clothed abdomen until he parted, shuffling the fabric from between your thighs.
An uneasy fuck flew from his mouth — your glistening cunt welcomed him again, the recollections of the last honeymoon night crashing back. 
In truth, the events had not left his mind. The memories of his fingers playing with you, inciting those sinful sounds were the few things which brought him a high in the dark days of work. You, drenched by his efforts, dripping for him, and only him, to take care of you.
Seeing the sight before had Hyunjin restraining his cock. Fuck, he thought, leaning closer till his face was a mere inch from the center. He did not comprehend the consequences of this; what if he went crazy? A part of him was distinctly aware that if you were heavenly around his fingers, then you with his tongue would transcend reality.
Hands holding the back of your knees, he slung your legs over his shoulders, securing his fingers upon your thighs. With one last inhale, he closed the distance.
Nothing compared to his tongue running along your slit.
A hiss left you at the contact, tendrils of pleasure curling up your spine as he explored the edges of your cunt. He was teasing, being too leisured for your liking — he could not help himself, fearing he would rush the process and end it too quickly.
He wanted to be inside you the entire night.
Your incessant whining had him lapping up the wetness, gripping onto your legs a little harder as he delved in further, tasting your arousal and letting out a satisfied noise. Leaning your head back against the higher steps, your hands carded through his hair, his locks a comfort for the slow torment below.
When his tongue dove upwards, circling your clit, an obscenely loud moan tumbled out of you. He was so exceptional, so good at what he did to you, licking away at the bud as if he had not been served for days. Your whining was more encouragement for his antics, increasing his strokes with a slight curve to his lips. 
What reduced you to choked gasps was an old prospect from the first night — his digits, leaving one of their spots on your leg and slipping one inside your folds. As if his tongue was not enough, that singular finger created a rhythmic pattern of plunging in and out of you. 
You thrashed under his grip, hips rolling giddily along with his work. Even the ladder began to shudder, jutting slightly back and forth from your desperation. Although the squeeze on your thigh was an indication to calm down, you ignored it, too intoxicated by the thrusts of his tongue to realise his signal. 
He made you realise as he paused his ministrations entirely. You nearly shrieked at the lack of his presence, but then you looked down, and found his lust-hazed eyes staring at you. 
“H-Hyunjin?” You mumbled, voice raspy from your previous moaning. 
The slick glazed on his lips brought you another level of high. “I need you to stay still, darling,” he voiced, slender hand gripping onto your thigh. “You even have the poor ladder shaking.”
You willingly nodded your head, knowing you were lying through your teeth. If he continued with his tongue prodding at your clit, then you would start trembling from the thrill. 
“I don’t think I believe you,” he mused, blowing on your drenched cunt. Seeing you shiver had him chuckling. ”I need you to be still if you want true pleasure, sweetheart.”
An ironically chaste kiss upon the edges of your thigh gave you more reason to grip him harder. “I want you to enjoy this as much as I am.” 
As much as I am.
Good, sweet Lord.
Maybe you will never move an inch again.
“K-keep going,” you whispered, near frantic as you played with his locks. “Please.”
The please at the end was exactly what he needed before he pounced into you again. 
His tongue was relentless — a second finger joined in the venture, and the fullness of him was back again, with an intensity that only promised satisfaction. You knew it was coming, with the heaviness in your lower abdomen. 
You needed that release. Whatever it took, it was the only image in your mind, taunting you of the relief that came with it. With the hard grip of his locks, your husband sensed it straight away, quickening his pace with both his tongue and digits. 
Damn Hwang Hyunjin to Hell, for he was so unfairly good to you — licking your clit to a frenzy, touching a certain spot inside you, over and over again. He never missed, never faltered his labour as the burden inside you intensified. You sang his praise in your stained mind, hoping he could see the joy on your face.
“Hyunjin—!” You whined out, stealing a glance at his head, moving back and forth slightly between your legs. “It’s—the feeling, the one before—!”
You did not have to say anything else; his free hand, wrapping fully around your slung over leg, made you realise of his awareness. The feeling was at its peak then — one more of his stripe along your cunt, and it was over.
Fortunately for you, the Duke of Hastings kept his promises. 
One little nibble of your bud, plunging in his two fingers at the same time, and it was useless. Your release came rushing through, cries escaping your lips as you undid yourself onto his mouth. All sense of surroundings abandoned you: you were drifting away, like a kite losing its roots, further and further as his fingers slowed. You feared that you would lose all sense until his tongue lapped up the release. His hums of satisfaction anchored you back into the library, hands at your hips as he heaved upwards, watching over your dazed expression. 
You saw his every move, licking the remnants of your release off on his face. He then hovered closer, locks more sweat slick as they caressed your skin. 
“God, angel,” he rasped out, holding your chin with his stained fingers. “You…I can’t...I can’t get enough of you.”
He stole a kiss upon your mouth, but your shy whines caused him to go deeper, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip. “Shit,” he whispered as he parted from your lips. “You must stop me, ____. I cannot take you all at once, I…no matter how much I wish, I cannot...fuck, I cannot taint you.”
And maybe it was your husband, admiring you like a poet would his muse. Maybe it was something more than the dull ache inside you, the flutter moving to your heart which had you saying the next words. 
“But I...” you paused, every panted breath heavy. “I never…never asked you to stop.”
Hyunjin stilled completely before you. 
His eyes were too much, but you did not stop the confession pouring out. “If...if there is something more, I…” his thumb on your chin hardened.
“I want to know. I want to see it all...even if it may taint me.”
There it was. 
The thoughts which haunted you for the past few weeks. You wanted more, even if that meant that this more would one day be satiated. You wanted to see the end, the final stage, because you knew deep down, your best friend was still holding back from you.
You saw it in his eyes. You saw his unadulterated desires, dark and fearful, yet you wanted to be surrounded by his darkness. 
You wanted Hwang Hyunjin to break you like he wished.
Sure enough, he saw it all over your face too. His jaw turned slack, and he debated slamming his head against the shelves to make sure he was not dreaming.
He did not think his wife would let him have a moment’s peace. 
“God help you, sweet angel,” he murmured, glancing at your dress — more specifically, how to get you out of it. “I don’t think I can leave you innocent any longer.”
You parted your mouth to speak — Hyunjin was about to interrupt you, perhaps take you to the final stage of your passions.
Everything was about to descend when you heard the shrill knock on the door.
Your heart jumped out of your dress, the man above you catching onto your shock. With an unexpected burst of anger, he turned his head towards the large doors and screamed, “Who the fuck is it?!”
The servant at the opposite side flinched at the tone of voice. “Um, there is a guest in the living room, Your Grace!”
That did not help his case. “Then tell them to piss off!” The Duke demanded, holding onto you a little harder.
“But Your Grace, he urgently requests your presence!” The boy insisted. “We tried telling him of your...distractions, but he would not listen!”
Hyunjin looked like he was about to tear the manor down with his orders, and you widened your eyes, holding onto him. “It’s alright,” you reassured him, and possibly reassuring yourself too.
He glanced at you, and the frenzied stare he pinned you with shut you right up. “Fuck,” he cursed, running an angered hand through his hair, the other not leaving your side — as if you would fade from his grasp. 
You feared it too, in truth, that he would disappear. The thought plagued your senses, much more than you would have liked.
“To hell with that bloody guest,” he growled, leaning into you again. He pressed his forehead against yours, cupping your face with his hands. “To hell with everyone.”
“Hyunjin,” you breathed out, relishing the contact. “Hyunjin, it’s okay…” you held his agitated stare, wondering why you were convincing him to go when you wanted him to stay. “I will be here, you know...when you come back.”
He searched your gaze for confirmation, needing to affirm your words. When he found the suppressed desire within, he could not help himself. 
He planted his mouth upon yours, finding solace along the lines of your lips — he loved how your every kiss was a comfort, a sweet little sin all for him to enjoy. In honesty, he could spend an eternity basked in your warmth, but alas, reality was a villain in his tale.
Forcing himself to pull away, he ran a tender thumb along your cheek. “I shan’t take long, angel.”
You nodded tiredly, in time to the man holding your waist as he settled you back onto the carpet. Lingering for a few moments, he made himself leave your side, grabbing his coat and donning the heavy fabric. He satiated his desires with a glance towards you, dazed off with your hands clinging the ladder railing still. 
A small smile catching onto his lips, he turned on his heel, promising murder to whoever disturbed the moment he dreamed of. Opening the door, he looked back, catching your stare. 
The smile upon his face grew wider. A smile so sincere, so loving, with all the world’s miracles nestled upon his pretty mouth. It was a smile that you had never seen before, with all your years beside him — seeing it now had you wishing you could bottle the image and carry it with you forever.
It was a smile which had you so in love with him.
It was then your heart dropped. 
Hyunjin, unaware, closed the door behind him, leaving you to your revelation.
Instantly, you clutched at your chest, heartbeat racing. 
In love.
You were love with Hwang Hyunjin.
“No,” you slipped out, mind rushing a mile a minute. “No, no, no, no—”
You gripped the railing harder as the hand on your heart trailed down, shivering from the phantom touches of your husband.
Hell, of the husband that you had fallen for. 
One would think love was an entity writers would idolise — your own inspirations searched and indulged in all kinds of love, but you always accepted that an emotion so intense was not for women like you. Love was a rarity. Love was unconditional, strong and vivid and all-consuming. 
Love, undoubtedly, was a weakness.
Your breathing turned ragged, hands reaching to clasp your head in panic. 
I will be here...when you come back.
Your promise to him, before he left you to your hysteria.
Why would you ever say such a thing to him?
“Oh, no,” you kept chanting, turning over to your side, away from the door and towards the window, where night was small comfort to your nerves. 
You could not let yourself succumb to a man. No matter how dear he was to you.
And if that meant staying away from your husband, then so be it.
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Perhaps you should have given reasonable explanation to why you decided to distance yourself, but of course, reasonable explanation was never your forte. 
Hyunjin, damn him, tried to make more effort in returning home earlier, despite his business demanding his presence with every passing day. You were almost powerless under his tender gaze, but you knew that you could not be swayed.
As if you had not fallen under his spell already.
Your only distraction was your novel, so you did just that — even with your husband in the manor, you closed yourself from everyone, writing furiously on your desk as if committing to anything else would cost your life. The flushed skin did not shy away as you wrote of your second experience, changing the events slightly so they fit your story. The memories tried to torture your mind, but you refused to submit. You could not fall for Hyunjin.
You could not fall for a man.
The duke did not realise of your avoidances, simply thinking that you evading his more heated kisses, his dangerous touches, was a result of your fatigue. He understood, knowing you worked your brain as hard as he. He was upset, obviously, when he craved your touch every waking second. For you, though, he would do anything. If that meant waiting, he would do that too.
However, your recoiling could only last so long. Your best friend knew you like the back of his hand.
He figured something was amiss when he decided to grace you with his presence one evening, expecting another show of your moans behind the door, only to have the distant scribbling of ink against paper. Entering inside, he awaited your surprise, your unadulterated joy, bracing himself to have his arms engulfed with your hug.
In reality, he received a mumble of blessing, and the continuing scribbling.
He was not trying to coax you into giving him affection. He was well aware of how hard you worked on your novel, but that day, he dearly wished you would abandon your project for just a night. Just one, single night, so he could show you how much he missed you every single moment.
Poor, unfortunate man. How was he to know that your affection was the one thing you could not give him?
Another few days into the silence, and Hyunjin had had enough.
He called to you one dinner, ushering the servants away with the flick of his hand. The dining room became all the more huge, like a lush vault, perfect for a sweet interrogation as the velvet curtains drew to a close, and the eyes of a hundred paintings focused on you. You swirled the soup with your spoon, refusing to look at him. 
Damn him and his endearments. “Hmm?”
The man, too, seemed to be unsure of how to talk of the subject. “Is…” he put his cutlery on the table. “Is everything...alright as of late?”
Your gaze remained rooted to your food. “Of course,” you said. “Why would I not be?”
There was a heavy silence in the room, new and uncertain between the two of you. Your friendship with the duke had never been filled with such quiet — why were you creating such awkwardness around him?
You already knew the answer.
“Do counter me if I speak incorrectly,” he began, grabbing the stem of the wine glass. “But I have noticed you to be quite...secluded.”
“I am busy, Hyunjin,” you said curtly. “I have a whole novel to edit.”
His lips twitched downwards before opening his mouth, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a small sip. “I know you do, and you know I am proud of you for it.”
Choosing to not say anything, you tried finishing off your dinner, aware that you were losing your appetite. It seemed your husband did not want to back down tonight. “____, I feel as if you are hiding something from me.”
The spoon in your hand nearly clattered in the bowl. “And why would you think that?”
“Because—!” Hyunjin paused, downing some more wine. “I do not know, but I feel as if you do not want to speak to me.”
He was too smart for his own good. “You are imagining things,” you waved him off, finding your salad fork oh so interesting in the candlelight.
“Look at me.”
His voice stopped you cold. 
Your gaze scrambled to meet his, and although his command was rough, his eyes exposed a completely different emotion. 
Pure concern washed over his features as he muttered, “Have I done something wrong?”
That question broke your heart.
“No, no, of course not,” you quickly said. You bit your lip in guilt, watching him sigh, almost in relief.
This was the consequences of your actions. A man who had done nothing unjust, yet was being punished. Pure shame coursed through your veins, catching the distress on his face, and you wondered whether you were being cruel. Maybe this time, your feelings were exaggerated.
If you were aware of such truths, then why could you not look your best friend in the eye?
That night, you hurried to bed, leaning on the edge in wait for him. Your thoughts were in disarray; your heart impatiently desired his return, and your brain berated you for daring to. 
Truthfully, it was horrifying how you had become so dependent on someone, when your entire life you relied on the fantasies in your head. Although your revelation was every lady’s dream in society, you felt as if another burden had been dumped upon your shoulders. This time, though, this burden would last for the rest of your life.
These thoughts were your singular company, when you lay awake all night. You were acutely aware of Hyunjin slipping between the sheets, but you did not move a muscle. A small part of you knew that if you turned, you would be unable to resist his whimsical gaze and wandering touches.
So you lay rigid, only letting yourself sleep till your best friend submitted himself to oblivion.
He, too, could not bear to live like this.
The Duke of Hastings was not a fool. He had not known you for over a decade to discard you lying through your teeth. It was beyond his understanding the reasoning of your change, but it deeply disturbed his soul. 
He turned in the bed, watching your back bathed in moonlight. Why would you not tell him what bothered you? What had he done wrong?
As he watched you stay rooted in one position, his thinking turned to dark corners. A realisation struck him; you started acting this way the day after he nearly took you in the library.
This alarmed him greatly — was that why you were so troubled? Were you...uncomfortable with his touch?
His heart dropped down to his gut. 
If you truly detested his affection, then he would not know what to do with himself. Recently, it was all that haunted him — you, you, and a little more you, strolling through his mind as if it were your domain, creating stories underneath his eyes. It only worsened when he discovered your sweet moans, triggered by his kisses and touches. God, the very thought of you, whining his name as you touched yourself, brought him a familiar feeling amplified. So ardently he wished to taint you further. 
Even thinking of the images had him clutching his pillow tighter, fingers aching to turn you over. 
However, the harsh fact was that you could not bear to look at him, and he had to live with that. Questioning you was of no use. 
Hyunjin only prayed that he did not scare you off. 
Unfortunately for him, his prayers were not to be answered. 
Days passed, and the distance grew. The man dared not say a word to you in fear you would stray further, and you dared not approach him in fear you would fall harder. It was the most abhorrent situation, and you knew you had to get away somehow.
Fate spoiled your plans when Hyunjin revealed some news.
You looked at the invitation in slight horror. “A ball?”
Scratching the back of his neck, he explained further. “When we were...interrupted that day…” he sighed a little. “It was Seungmin who was downstairs.”
“Kim Seungmin? Has he returned from the States?”
“Yes,” he confirmed. “And he has decided that the first thing he wishes to do is throw a huge ball in celebration of his return.” A roll of eyes followed. “Forever the dramatist.”
You restrained your laughter. “It has been over 2 years since we met,” you wondered out loud. 
“Well, you can meet him at his estate when we attend the ball.” 
He felt your eyes on him as he declared his words. Awaiting your outright rejection, settling down on the chair in the living room. You watched his thighs tense under the peach trousers as he folded a leg over the other — damn him for being too attractive to refuse.
“Very well,” you only said, not ignoring the nerves which threatened to take over. They increased a little at seeing the smile on your husband’s face.
You needed to stop leading the man on. Never could you go to the ball with him. 
“It is a week from now,” he added, bobbing his foot excitedly. “I shall write back in acceptance as soon as possible!”
Nodding, you returned to your reading, hoping the faux conversations were enough distraction.
A week. Seven days to somehow escape from this event, or else everyone would see you enter the ball as an official couple, and then your fate as another man’s property would be sealed.
Had he ever made you feel as such?
You did not let yourself ponder over this further. Your only objective was getting out of this invitation.
However, you were a duchess. Trying to hide yourself from London society was an unattainable feat. 
The reminder had you nearly ripping the page off your book, too stressed to read on.
This became your focus of the next week, pondering over the night of the ball, scouring your mind with the possibilities which may occur at Seungmin’s estate. As the days neared, Hyunjin insisted you go shopping in search of a special ball gown, and you only obliged so you did not have to be in the same house as him. Still, if he was not there physically, his image preyed upon you in the markets, constantly reminded of his opinions and likings in every fabric you ran your hands upon. 
There was no escaping him. You were disgustingly obsessed.
Purchasing everything you needed, you requested it to be charged on Hastings’ tab, a privilege awarded to you ever since your joining with the duke. You always argued that you wished to spend your own money, but he would not listen.
“But I adore spoiling you, angel,” he would merely say, and buy up half the boutique, leaving you a flustered mess. The conversations did not leave you as you bought your dresses and accessories, returning home and dreading interaction.
Excusing yourself, you shut yourself in your room once more, and wrote.
Wrote away your soul in the last days, till it was the morning of the fated event. The sun shone magnificently on your home, but failed to radiate its light on your darkened mood. You had no choice on the matter — you were to accompany Hyunjin to Seungmin’s celebrations, and that was final.
You were about to fake typhoid when a letter arrived for you.
It was from your mother; she wrote in question of your wellbeing, and how much she felt your absence in the house. The content was not very interesting, and you debated writing back with a lack of enthusiasm when you read the last section.
She mentioned tonight’s ball — more significantly, how she felt ever so lonely without you with her, “enlivening her spirits”. The praises were nothing further from the truth, but it was her confession which had an idea rushing to your head.
“Lonely without me, huh?” you murmured, as you rang a bell for a maid. Arriving, you requested for a little trunk, asking for your new dress and other adornments to be packed. “For once, Mama, you have been useful.”
The packing did not take much time, the other servants calling for a carriage as you made preparations to leave for a night. Hyunjin, making his presence known, descended down the stairs, a grin upon his face as his hand fished in his inner pockets. 
When he saw your endeavours, though, his beaming flickered. “What is going on here?” he asked, refusing to look away from your luggage.
You turned to him, mustering up the bravado to face him with your decision. 
“I received a letter from Mama this morning,” you explained to him in faux ease, gesturing for the servants to bring your belongings outside. “She is feeling rather lonesome, so I thought to see her.”
The man was not convinced in the slightest. “Since when did you garner sympathy for your mother?”
Never confide in your best friend again. “Please,” you stressed, holding the letters in your hands. “She still took care of me the best she could. Plus, I would never want to be lonely at that age.”
He was not listening to this explanation though, his hands going into his pockets. “When will you be back, darling?”
The endearment made this all the worse. “The morning after.”
A heavy pause instilled on the both of you before he broke it. “But...but the ball. A-are you to just...abandon the invitation altogether?”
“No!” you began, locking your hands behind your back. “No, I shall meet you at Seungmin’s estate. It is a small setback, but—”
“____, this will be our first social event as husband and wife!” he countered, you grimacing at his minor outburst. “I want you by my side when we walk down the steps!”
“But I will be there, Hyunjin!” you exclaimed. “I do not understand why you suddenly want to follow these silly traditions!”
Gritting his teeth, your friend pinned you with his stare, growing fiery the longer you held it. Traditions never interested him, but this one had been a certainty he had been looking forward to. The image of you, descending the stairs with your hand on his arm, brought him an absurd amount of joy.
But there you were, bursting his bubble of dreams.
“Why is this all coming to light today?” he muttered, taking a step towards you. “Why, on the day of the event, you decide to tell me that you would rather go with your mother, who never truly cared for you, than me?” 
Than me, who always did?
You dared not answer his question truthfully — instead, you let your undeserved anger take the reins of your tongue.
“So you are already suspicious!” you snapped. “Why am I not surprised in the slightest?”
His eyes narrowed at the statement. You did not look into it further as you turned on your heel, heading towards the door. “Do not run away from me, ____!” He shouted, following after you. “Tell me what you implied from that horrendous comment!”
“Oh, let me uncover it clearly for you, dearest,” you snarled, standing at the doorway. The words which were to leave your mouth had sure consequences, but in the moment, you did not care. All you wanted then was an escape.
“You accuse me of scheming and demand me things which I do not want to give you.” 
Your hand gripped the letter behind you. “You’re becoming the one thing I feared, Hyunjin. You’re turning into a typical male.”
The man froze entirely at your claims.
Did not utter a defense against him as you sighed out, glancing away from his shell-shocked eyes. You did not bid your farewells as you descended down the stairs, reigning in your temptation to look back as you made your way to your transport through the gardens. 
As you slipped inside the carriage, clasping your hands in your lap, you wondered whether you had taken a step too far. 
You wondered, with rising dread, whether you had broken your best friend’s heart. 
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Biggest reason being that she was truly a pain in the rear. The moment your carriage had arrived on the rocky entryway of your mother’s manor, she rushed down the steps. After engulfing you with an embrace which might have caused a minor stroke, she hurried you inside, her servants bringing your possessions.
You did not particularly miss your previous abode, although it gave you small relief. You passed the familiar hallways, and settled in the nostalgic parlour room where your mother gushed over your presence.
Still, this manor did not seem like home to you.
Conversation was mostly struck from your opposite, you nearly silent as the woman vented out her frustrations of every family in London, drinking her tea and urging you to take a biscuit or two. Your stomach was void of an appetite, missing other emotions which you abandoned on the other side of the city.
By the time evening arrived, all you wished to do was hide yourself into your old room, but your mother would not accept. Having the maids open your trunk, they brought out the ball gown you had picked for the occasion.
It was a dark, seductive red, swell of its puffs cuffed with black lace — this lace scattered over the fabric, lining not only the neckline but down the chest, rose-like stitches etched onto the bust. The high-waistline also bled further black stitching, almost all over the gown as it fell to the floor, with a midnight ribbon trailing at the back.
You bit back a fevered sigh. Hyunjin would have adored this gown.
The thought had you pursing your lips, requesting the gown be pressed. Then, walking over to the dressing table, you settled yourself onto the seat, using the accessories bought previously to style yourself. With the assistance of a few maids, you managed to accentuate your hair, adding small pearls within the locks.
The ballgown came back in an instant, and you undressed yourself, waving away the girls in your room. Firstly, you slipped on a thin chemise — then, you allowed a maid to enter to help with the corset, who tightened it at the back without mercy to your body. Barely able to breathe, you loosened it slightly after the girl left, focusing your attention on the gown. After adorning the petticoats and white stockings, you adorned your attire, slowly as to not crease its fabric. Hooking the back yourself, you turned to the mirror, holding the black gloves.
There was no doubt about this countenance — it was exactly to your husband’s taste. Clamping your lips together, you donned the gloves, the silk smooth beneath your touch as you filled them to the fingertips. With one final peek at yourself, you slipped into your shoes, and left the bedroom. 
You were a fool to think of any other person but your mother welcoming you at the entrance, but wishful thinking had always been your flaw. Her string of compliments had you adorning a ghost of a smile, but you did not say much as you both climbed into the carriage, instructing to journey to Seungmin’s estate.
Without a novel to distract you, you fell into a habit of clasping and unclasping your hands as you sat, waiting for the ride to be over. Your mother was small comfort as she filled the silence for you, but even her voice strained your mood — you wished for other discourse, or other meaningless entertainment.
You ached for laughter.
Whatever. This was your consequence. You must bear with it.
If your mother knew of your troubles, she certainly did not voice them out loud. She did ask of your relationship with Hyunjin, but you waved her off with false reassurances — you could not have her prying into your private life.
“I hope he has burned off your silly writing fancy!” she drawled, catching the lights of the destination flickering closer to our transport. “As a wife you have much more important duties.”
Gazing afar through the window, you spoke your truth. “Actually, Mama, he encourages it.” A small chuckle escaped you. “I think he wants me to be an author more than I do.”
“Oh?” The woman brought a hand to her chin, impressed. “That is a rare occurrence indeed.”
Catching your raised brow, she scoffed. “Do not gawk as if you are not aware of men. I am shocked he has given you freedom.”
You listened to her, watching the estate linger closer. “Child, you have found a man who does not restrict you in your passions. I do not know how you accomplished such a feat, but you must be extremely thankful.” A glance was stolen towards her. “Such husbands only exist in those books you love so much.”
Before you could comment on her statement, the carriage slowed to a stop, reaching the final stop. The footmen opened the doors, and your mother stepped out first before you followed, careful not to ruin your dress on the pathway. 
The crowds had you leading inside the estate, luxury which could compete with the Duke of Hastings being exulted in every corner of the interior. Dozens of lords, ladies and other aristocrats wandered in all places of the house, your own mother being swept away by her friends in her social circle. Your presence felt less relevant with each passing second, fearing you would lose yourself in the rush of golden curtains, rose perfume and unwelcome conversation.
You thought that this ball would grant solitude, but then you heard the bright drawl of a familiar lord. 
“By God, is that my dear bookworm I see before me?”
Jumping from the voice, you whirled on your heel. A surprised smile caught on your face.
The said-man returned your shock with a mischievous grin. Lord Kim Seungmin changed greatly since the last time you saw him — what was once thinned, pale cheekbones were now full and golden, amplifying his eye-smile, which he did not lose in the Americas. He was adorned in navy blue, contrasting with his off-coloured pants, black hair styled effortlessly away from his forehead.
“My goodness!” he began, strolling over to you with his mahogany cane. “Even after two years you upkeep your radiance.”
“You flatter me,” you said as your smile widened. “You certainly have changed. I adore the tan!”
“I fear you are the sole admirer,” he confided, narrowing his gaze at his incoming guests. “As if I wish to look like a ghost among men!”
“You have earned my approval, at least,” you complimented in earnest. “Not that it would matter much.”
Seungmin scoffed at your comment. “Says one of the most affluent women in the country! When were you going to tell me you were Hyunjin’s bride?”
Your irritation sparked as your heartbeat raced. “It was very recent, I admit. I would have sent word, but it would not have reached you.”
“I daresay I am not surprised.” 
You peered at him, then. “No?”
He gave you an incredulous look. “My dear, everyone anticipated the occasion. Only you were clueless to the possibility.”
Gritting your teeth, you jabbed him with your hand, causing him to chuckle. “Ow! I was hoping you would mature by this time! No doubt your duke encourages this!”
Preferring to stay silent on the matter, Seungmin continued on the subject, making it difficult. “Where is he, by the way? Gossip tells me it is your first ball as a couple.”
“Is he not here?” A shake of his head had your nerves creeping back. “Oh, um, my mother was alone, so I thought to accompany her instead.”
You nearly grimaced at his callous features. “How bizarre,” he murmured. He then offered you his arm. “If so, then allow me to accompany you in his absence.”
Accepting his arm, he helped you navigate your ways through the huge foyer, the grand stairs welcoming you two as dozens upon dozens of aristocrats came into view — the host nodded his head in greeting at every passerby, leading you down each step, until your feet landed on the floor of the ballroom. 
Examining the area, you marvelled at the pastels colouring each wall, corner and crevice of the vast space in the room. Sweet music filled the air, and murmurs of many ladies and gentlemen resonated everywhere around you, growing louder as their eyes rested on you, your sensual attire, and the lack of husband on your arm.
“How about a dance, Duchess?” Seungmin asked you as he brought you closer to the center. 
Instantly you shook your head, stopping in your tracks. “No,” you refused, tugging on his arm. “I have no wish for dancing this evening.”
“As if you ever have,” he mused, earning your glare. “I presume you await for your beau? Everyone knows you dance first with him.”
A sharp breath exhaled from your nose. “Nevermind that, just take me where the cakes are.”
Laughter spilled from his lips, stirring you to the refreshments. “As you wish, ____.”
Making your way through the guests, you finally ended up where the food resided, tables lined from one corner of the room to the other, flanked in every type of nourishment. Your gaze found stands of cakes, and you left your hand on your friend’s arm, raised towards the deserts. As soon as a servant handed you a plate, the chocolate cake was in your hold.
“Honestly,” the host started, as you cut a piece with a fork, digging straight in. “And they call you the pinnacle of grace!”
“Who in heaven said that?” you asked, baffled as you ate another small piece. Seungmin, snapping his fingers, brought a tray of champagne over to you. Picking up two flutes, you began, “For me?”
Downing the first, he offered you a grin. “What made you think that?” he replied, already sipping the second. “My party, my alcohol.”
This time you giggled at his demeanour, he handing you a drink as you finished your cake. The bubbly goodness was welcomed, warming you up and calming your senses. 
After the third glass, the champagne-induced man let out a huge sigh. “Right!” he exclaimed, propping the glasses on the table beside you. “I must find myself a pretty lady to dance with.”
“Do try to stay on your feet, Seungmin,” you said, raising your flute in toast. 
“No promises!” he merely countered, disappearing into the crowd.  
Your smile faded at the isolation which hit.
There you were — hundreds of people surrounding you, many potential partners to dance with, yet there you were, hand not in another hand but wrapped around your alcohol. 
You could not blame a single soul. This was all your doing.
That had you consuming the champagne to the last drop. 
At least there was some form of relief in this ball, as you watched Seungmin and about a dozen couples form a circle at the center of the room. With the first opening of the music the host led his partner, all the others following suit. 
Watching the waltz had you remembering the last dance, the fateful night where this union came into fruition. Your friend’s smile, his hand on another’s waist, all these images reflected the very same you experienced many weeks before.
You bit the inside of your cheek, reminiscing deeper and deeper. You hated how every fibre of your body ached for his presence. The worst part was that it was not mere lust, or the carnal desire which erupted at his thought.
You longed for him — his banter, his mischievous eyes, and his rather heart-wrenching smile.
The music heightened, the climax of the dance falling on the ball room as Seungmin whirled and whirled his partner, a string of giggles faintly heard from the crowd. When he twirled her one last time, he caught her instantly, at perfect harmony with the ending of the sweet melody.
Applause scattered across the hall as the couples bowed to each other.
A curse escaped you then. 
There was simply no doubt of your feelings — avoiding him could never be the solution. 
This revelation may have arrived at the perfect time.
Because, as the music played once more, a figure emerged at the entrance. 
The murmurs, one by one like a slow wave, died down as they caught sight of him, gazes shocked.
Sipping your champagne, quite puzzled, you turned to the origins for this change of atmosphere. 
Every atom in your body stilled. 
Froze completely at the sight which stood at the foot of the steps. 
You were unable to suppress his name.
It was as if, by a miracle, he heard your shivered whisper — his eyes skimmed the crowd, frantic beneath the calm.
They found you in the chaos.
Your very breath disappeared from your lungs.
Hwang Hyunjin looked like the devil’s greatest fantasy; as if he stole the night and imprisoned it in his attire. He was adorned in lustrous black, waistcoat patterned with red swirls of velvet. His collar was slightly ruffled, cravat of midnight as it barely brushed against his chin. His tailcoat somewhat glistened in the chandelier light, dark leather boots still as he stood before the hall.
His greatest change was his hair. Once golden like the lights of heaven, it was now as black as the underworld. Half of the locks were swept up in a ponytail, the rest curling at his shoulders. 
The flute nearly dropped from your hands. 
Seungmin, finding his friend on the steps, burst into a smile. “Hastings!” he broke through the silence with enthusiasm. With his voice the crowd fell into frenzied discourse, the host making his way through his guests, strolling towards the new arrival. “By God, it has been too long!”
Hyunjin hummed, not particularly interested in what he had to say. His gaze from you did not stray for a heartbeat. Seungmin, catching on, wrapped a hand around his friend’s shoulder. “I see you only came for one person,” he said, leading him to where you stood. 
Champagne was not the only substance which heated you further, cheeks growing warmer the closer he walked over to you. Every move he emitted exuded sensuality, as if his bones were made of silk. 
You let yourself to a third serving when he stopped before you, Seungmin clapping his hands together in excitement. “Look at the two of you!” he proclaimed. “Your clothes match so perfectly!”
Sure enough, both of you adorned the same hues of dark reds and raven blacks. You felt his eyes rake over you, and you restrained to not do the same, lest you let more than your stare wander. “I always knew you two were right for each other,” your friend continued, grabbing his fourth flute, drinking away in glee. “I am overjoyed to see that you both see it.”
Something cold swirled in your husband’s stare, and you ran a finger along the empty glass, embarrassed to hear such genuinity. “Hyunjin, the second waltz is about to start.” He gestured his flute towards you. “I know you always dance with each other first.”
The duke’s eyes flickered to the host for a mere second before pinning on you again. “I have no desire for dancing tonight.”
You had trouble downing your drink. “How strange...” Seungmin noted, darting between the couple. “Your wife here said the same thing not an hour ago.”
“Did she now?”
The silence that followed was quite unbearable. Even your friend was unimpressed, offering Hyunjin a drink from the waiters nearby. “Oh, you both are such bores! Maybe marriage is not the solution after all.”
You dared not look at him then, fiddling with your black ribbon. “I need to get drunk!” the host declared, tutting his head at the tension created. “I will come again when you two stop being so bloody shy.”
Shy would not be the most accurate term, but Seungmin was too intoxicated to care. He strolled to compliment a gathering of ladies within your radius, which left you with the one man you feared to be alone with.
Hwang Hyunjin. 
Hwang Hyunjin, in his changed, midnight glory, watching you with an indecipherable intensity. Creating the wildest butterflies ever felt inside your body. 
You did not know where to start. 
The man did not understand where to begin either, tongue at loss for words. There were too many words to spill, too many feelings left constricted.
He wished to say something, but his senses had failed him. So, much like you, he stayed silent, wondering if the two of you would ever break this barrier.
Even then, he could not help but linger closer, leaning against the lush walls of the room, right beside you. His presence was a blessing and a curse at the same time.
Tailcoat brushing against your skirts, he examined the ballroom along with you, itching to reach for your hand. He would never really, but in that moment, you were beyond tempting. 
You see, he had no idea what you would wear tonight, and after the spat at Lansdowne, he yearned for change — hence the raven hair and darkened clothing, so unlike his usual pastel attire. He did not even think that you would attend the ball in fear of his presence, but seeing you before him, engulfed in his favourite colours…
He would have damned society and taken you in this very hall. 
Daringly, he let himself wonder whether you felt the same — he heard your shocked murmur when he arrived, and the further shocked stare which made him ever so smug. If only you would let him do something about it.
If only you would let him ease this tension before it spiralled out of control.
His thoughts were rudely interrupted as Seungmin came stumbling back, alcohol, swishing back and forth in his new glass as he giggled at his guests. “Dear friends!” he broke out, hands raised, some of the drink accidentally slipping out. “Oh, forgive me, gentlemen!”
You heard Hyunjin sigh beside you as he held his own hands out to steady his friend. “Steady now, man!” he warned. The drunkard only chortled, foot stepping onto your dress.
“You should not have drank so much!” you scolded, raising your skirts. Glimpses of your stockings came into display, and Seungmin shrieked.
“Careful duchesh!” he slurred excitedly, leaning right into you and wiggling the glass as if it were a finger. Unfortunately, he had little control over how hard he shook his alcohol, and it all spilled over. 
Right onto your white stockings.
Yelping, you saw the middle part stain in pinkish-red, murking the material with every drop landing. “Seungmin!” you yelled in agitation. 
“Oh bollocksh!” he cursed, causing a few gasps around the hearing radius. “I apologishe, dear, so very very much—”
Hyunjin, witnessing the scene, stopped a nearby servant. “Please tend to your master, here,” he ordered, pointing towards Seungmin begging for your forgiveness. Nodding, the boy took the host away, the latter hiccuping as he asked for more wine. “And do not give him any more to drink!” the duke added.
Focusing on you, he rushed over, assessing the mess made. “Damn fool has spilled quite a bit.” Whirling his head to any exits, he spotted a dark hallway, remembering the route of the estate. “Come with me.”
You glanced at him, frantic. “Where to?”
He did not answer fully as he wrapped a hand around your waist, almost making you forget that you had wine spilled over you. “Seungmin has many spare rooms,” he explained, leading you out of the ballroom. Thankfully, the crowd was too occupied in preparing for the second waltz to care for the distressed couple. 
Keeping your skirts raised, you managed to keep your gown safe from spillage as Hyunjin led you down the less crowded hallways, depictions of the Kim family painted on the walls. “Ah!” He got out, reaching to a familiar room as he opened it, ushering you inside. “This is where I usually reside whenever I stay at the estate.”
The room was basked in dark, velvety colours, perfect for the man next to you. Lush carpet underneath, the huge bed, nestled at the wall at your right had its curtains drawn, revealing glistening indigo sheets, matching the framing of the bedroom. Dressing tables, wardrobes and the like were furnished at each corner, your focus drifting back to the dweller. 
There was barely any light, save for the oil lamp sparked to life by his match. Setting it to the side of the bed, it brought much more life to the room, previously engulfed in mystery. 
Without the upheaval, the space was basked in silence. You realised the hand on your back was sorely missed, and Hyunjin, standing a few feet away, clenched and unclenched that very hand, yearning for his fingers upon you once more.
But the two of you kept playing that little game of keeping quiet. Sooner or later, one of you will have enough of this sickening ploy. 
Groaning, you walked over to the edge of the bed, kicking your heels off as you saw your stockings, fully stained. “Damn it,” you muttered, promising Seungmin murder. 
Another few minutes of your grumbling, and he had had enough. 
“Maybe I can be of assistance.” 
Perking up, you found Hyunjin, walking slowly to you, hands fumbling in his coat pockets. After a few seconds of rummaging, he brought out a package, tied with red string. 
You raised a brow. “What is this?” 
“Open it,” he merely said, taking a step closer as he held it before you.
Hesitantly accepting, you tugged on the end of the bow, unraveling the tie. You did not forget the stare which rested on you the entire time you opened the wrappings. 
When the paper unfurled, you examined the contents.
Before you were a folded pair of black stockings.
A soft exhale escaped as you beheld the present, the midnight silk soft to the touch, already aware of its rich feel. You delved in further, and uncovered white ribbons at the top, for tightening their grip. 
“How…” you trailed off, dumbfounded at the coincidence. “How did you…?”
“No, no, this was…” he locked his hands behind his back. “Something I was supposed to give you this morning.”
“Oh.” This morning. When you two had that particularly nasty fight. “I see.”
You glanced down at the present again. Hyunjin had proven, once again, how refined his taste was. “I have never seen such exceptional detail on stockings before.” Discarding the paper at your feet, you ran your thumb across the material. “I doubt this suits me at all.”
There was a pause at that. 
You knew there was something he wanted to say. The way his jaw ticked, the boot lightly tapping on the floor — he was bursting to add a comment which may be a risk, considering the circumstance of your relations. 
Allowing yourself to be the first to dare, you peered up at him. The curiosity, explicit in your eyes, had him clearing his throat.
His hesitancy faded. “Show me, then.”
Catching the ferocity in his stare, you swallowed, hand at your skirts. “If…if you wish.”
And that was all he needed to begin.
You watched as the man descended on his knees, lingering upon you until he looked down, revealing your white-clad legs the further you raised your gown. You stopped before the ends, holding onto your skirts and petticoats as if your life depended on it.
Hyunjin’s gaze did not waver as his hand raised forward, finding themselves upon the bow at the top of the stockings as the other gently held your ankle. Untying the ribbon, he hooked his fingers under the tight fabric, your skin brushing against his knuckles. Slowly, he pulled down the stocking, uncovering your skin before him under the dim lamp light. When it bunched up, his hand at your ankle stretched the ends of fabric, sliding the stocking right off. 
Discarding it behind him, he repeated the unveiling on the other leg. He noticed your skin heating underneath his touch, and he dared not expose his growing delight. 
Once the other half slid off, joining its partner, a hand raised in front of you. You stared at him in dazed confusion, and his fingers curled, save for the pointer directed at your present. 
“The stockings, darling.”
The endearment had you falling short — his caresses on your shin brought you back to consciousness, your hand beyond your control as it handed the gift to him. Taking it, he put one of them beside him, bunching the other with his hands till he directed the entrance to your foot on his lap.
Slipping them on, he worked his way upon your heel; his hands were slow, fingers softer than the silk beginning to cover your leg. Every fleeting touch had small shockwaves coursing up your body, as if it was the first time he laid his hands on you. How were you so unaccustomed to his caresses still?
Maybe because he knew how to agonise you. 
When reaching above your knee, he brought the ends of the stocking to your thigh. His fingers fell to the ribbon dangling from the underside and, with the utmost care, began to tie the two pieces together, forming a pretty red bow. 
As he closed the pattern, he tightened the bow, securing the fabric — snuffing out any possibility for the fabric to fall.
He then continued on the other leg, gaze flickering from your legs to your face. He caught every laboured breath you released, every flutter of your eyes slipping you in and out of a daze. His fingers were slower still, as if he never wanted this to stop. The stockings were like a second skin, adding a lustre to your legs the more he covered you with it. 
Sliding over your knee for the last time, he held onto the blood-coloured ribbons. Fingers skimming against silk-stained skin, he tied another perfect bow, tightening it at the ends. 
All done.
His gaze lingered on the bows, the sliver of skin past your thighs. His hands too, refused to leave your legs.
It was then his eyes flicked upward — right into yours. 
You caught every swirl of desire residing inside. 
Every little detail etched on his face was stained with lustful anguish, suppressed hunger of things you dared not imagine. You held onto your skirts with more force, afraid you would lose strength in your hands. 
Hyunjin’s hands, however, had no such troubles.
For they began to carry out his wishes — they slid upwards, past the stockings and upon your upper thighs, spreading them enough to slip himself between your legs. This alone had you near crumbling for him, but his eyes asked for more. Even with the dim light, you had never seen a man so beautiful in agony. 
You wondered whether he was going to say anything. Silence was a giver of many answers, but the questions you held could only be answered by his lulling whispers. Despite protest, you willed your hands beside you, clutching the sheets, waiting for him to tear your soul in pieces. 
Finally, the Duke of Hastings parted his mouth.
“One word, angel.”
He squeezed your thighs softly. 
“One word, and I will never torment you with my presence again.”
A bated breath escaped you.
It was much too late for that. Hyunjin had already tormented you, had done so ever since your fateful realisation, and you knew he would do so for the rest of your life. It would hardly matter whether he was oceans apart or a hair’s breadth close — him, and everything he represented, was complete and utter affliction.
Such a shame that he was a torment you would sacrifice everything to be around every day. Such a horrible, horrible shame that Hwang Hyunjin was a presence you loved more than you could let on.
Hence was the reason you did not answer him with words. What you wished to say was much too vulnerable.
No, you answered him in actions — replied with your hands raising to clasp his face, leaning down to envelope your lips with his. 
You were surprised to hear a pained moan leave his mouth, and you realised that was the sound of pure, heart-breaking relief. Instantly his hands travelled further as he kissed you back with twice the fervour, hands sliding to grip your waist. Pulling you to him, he erased any distance between you, delving deeper into your mouth. He shuddered at how he went so long without your tongue swirling along with his, like parting from a lost companion.
Fingers sliding to his neck, you welcomed his enthusiasm, his desperation which heightened with every searing touch, every soft bite of his teeth against your lips. He broke away, peppering open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, eliciting the sweetest whining from you. 
“...missed you,” he murmured on your skin, sending chills down your body as he kissed the edges of your dress's neckline. “I...missed you so much.”
“Hyunjin—” you began, wanting to say that you yearned for him, but the words on your tongue faded when his fingers bunched up the skirts of your gown, hitching it higher until the midnight stockings were back in view — he did not stop there, pushing the fabric further till it bunched at your waist, along with the petticoats. His hurried hands pulled down your underthings, sliding them right off your legs, discarding them behind them.
Seeing your cunt glistening in the lamplight nearly broke him.
“I—God,” he breathed out, hands spreading your legs apart. An aching whine escaped you at the action, the cool night air caressing your inner thighs. “Angel, tell me...we do not have to do this.” He glanced up at you, and the madness residing in his eyes infected your soul. 
Maybe madness was the only reason you damned the consequences.
“Don’t you dare stop.”
Hyunjin licked his lips before blessing you with his closure.
The first stripe across your slit set you on fire. 
A soft groan through your mouth at the familiar sensation, the overbearing feeling of being ascended far away from this obscure bedroom. He had always worked wonders, but this time, the languor had faded, desire hardening his tongue against your folds. He pulled on your legs, sending his face further into your cunt, and you yelped at the ferocity of his actions. 
There was no denying it — the man had grown frantic without you.
Swiping in the arousal coating along your slit, a satisfied hum escaped him as he travelled upwards, your seething more encouragement. He struck gold as he found your clit, circling his tongue along the bud, rendering you helpless as you moaned without shame. You cared little if the guests heard you beyond the door, your husband making it too hard to contain yourself.
Perhaps you would have survived his treatment if he did not leave one of his hands upon your leg, trailing up your thigh. He slipped in not one, but two fingers straight inside, and your voice raised an octave — the gradual rhythm of his digits had that overflowing feeling creeping over you all over again. Your grip on his half-ponytail tightened, pleading for him to give you mercy, but the man was relentless, never opting for a break in his devouring.
“Damn it, please—” you grated out, instinctively rolling your hips against his face. The edge of the bed seemed more like the edge of the world. “Wh-whatever you do—”
You did not finish as Hyunjin squeezed your thigh, and you knew then in your dazed mind — a certainty that he understood. 
Within moments his pace quickened, fuelling the spark of nerves which swirled in your gut, threatening to overtake you. Teething your clit softly, then swirling his tongue along, you knew that if he carried on, he would break you on this bed. Something within you felt as if that was his was his very purpose.
Why the thought thrilled you, you would never know.
His rapid fingers and sensual tongue working harmoniously finally got through to you, as, with a whimpering cry, you came all over him, closing your eyes as spots of white stained your mind. You felt his ministrations slow, a small kiss gifted upon your sensitive clit before his lips pulled away. Other hand brushing across your leg, he soothed you from the high you experienced, whispers of his lilting voice perking you from your stupor.
“Hyunjin?” you quietly called, gazing at his lust-struck face. He did not look away as he brought the finger to his lips, sucking away at your residue.
You did not think you could ever get used to this image.
“Yes, angel?” he rasped out, straightening on his knees so his head nearly levelled with yours.
Catching the implications within your eyes, his own widened slightly.
“More?” he let himself wonder, and when you nodded much too desperately, he realised he had done it. 
All he needed was for you to voice it.
“Oh, my sweet little darling,” he whispered, taking one of your gloved hands. Slowly, he slid off the long gloves, repeating the same for the other. “This time, I cannot let you off.
His hands then clasped yours. “This time...I need you to say what you want for me.”
The declaration would have had you closing your legs in embarrassment if your husband was not between them. Not even embarrassment for what he said but...the idea of you wanting to completely oblige it.
Look at you — a few months ago, you possessed not a single inclination of what he suggested; what he asked for, what he so direly wanted you to say. The woman before this one would have rather buried herself under the earth than admit such desire for a man.
The Duke of Hastings, though, brought her out from her underground retreat, and revealed to her all that she was capable of. He showed her what everyone was so afraid to even talk about, and made you addicted to what was forbidden.
A dire shame you wanted Hyunjin to keep you intoxicated for the rest of your life.
You faced him once and for all. Asked him for the one thing which you never thought imaginable.
“Show me...all of it.”
Your hands travelled to his shoulders, keeping him close.
“Show me everything.”
If there was a way to bottle this moment and hang it on the walls of his heart, Hyunjin would have jumped at the chance.
Had he defiled you, after so long? Had he slipped his dirty fantasies into your mind, tainted you with his infatuation?
The answers to his questions were found upon your lips. He collided his own against yours as he gathered you up in his arms, standing up and taking you with him.
Your legs would have given way if we’re not for him keeping his grip — a grip which wandered upwards, catching the little metal hooks of your dress. He thrust his tongue inside your mouth, and the harsh frenzy delighted you, welcoming all of it as you opened for him wider. A shuddered breath escaped you at the hooks being undone by his hands, one by one till you felt your gown loosen.
At the last hook, Hyunjin pulled the sleeves off your arms, and the dress fell to the floor, leaving you with your corset and petticoats. You were caught off guard when he swivelled you around, you feeling the tugs of lace being unravelled with each pull of his fingers. The kisses did not cease, being rewarded at the crook of your neck. Each caress of his lips sent shivers down your spine — more so when he eased off the corset from your body, tugging off your petticoats along with it. 
All that was left was a thin, loose chemise, everything shown clearly beneath the white veil of its fabric. The man turned you to face him again, and his gaze turned molten at the sight that welcomed him. Taking your lips in his, he ripped off his own attire — the long coat, waistcoats, every piece from the waist up being discarded. He had to break away for a moment to take his shirt off, and you caught the sight of his lean figure, turned golden in the light. 
You could not help reaching out, running your curious fingers against his skin, soft and warm beneath your touch. He dared not speak, fearing you would take away your hand, but that was the last thing you wanted to do. 
Tonight, you did not want distance — and neither did he.
Kissing you again, he pulled the lace in front of your chemise, loosening the attire until, with wandering hands, he dropped the last layer you upheld. Slowly, never leaving your lips, he backed you against the bed, holding you steady as he laid you upon the sheets. You never let go of him, aching to take all of him in your mouth, taste his very soul till it was the only thing that remained on your tongue. 
“Fuck—” a curse escaped him as he broke away, catching the swelling of your lips. His gaze trailed downwards, upon your breasts which perked at the sight. “You’re so—so beautiful, I—”
Trails of open-mouthed kisses attacked you after, falling upon your breasts where Hyunjin began swiping his tongue along the nipple. The foreign wave of pleasure had you ripping out the most atrocious moan, caring less if the whole manor were to hear. 
While his tongue played with you, his fingers worked at his trousers, unbuckling his belt as he peeled off the clothing, tossing it to the ever growing pile. You craned your head forward, glancing at the bulge near bursting from his underwear. A quivering sigh escaped you, rendering louder by the quickening of his actions.
Getting rid of his underwear, his cock sprung free, and you were surprised you had not passed out from the mere sight, red and angry and too bloody big. You could not stop staring, hard to believe that a man could possess such...such substantial anatomy.
“Like what you see, angel?” Your husband mused, leaving his place upon your nipple. Flustered, you tried to look away, but it was no use, when the man caught your chin with his fingers. “I’m surprised you can be shy even now.”
That did not help with your situation, causing you to heat drastically beneath his touch. Chuckling, he dropped a little kiss upon your nose before resting his forehead against yours. 
Grasping his cock, he levelled it against your leaking cunt, the head teasing your folds. Even the small action had you seething, the warm residue sending shockwaves across your body. You held onto his neck, fearing you would lose yourself if you dared not hold onto him.
His midnight eyes turned to yours, noses brushing. “This may hurt for a second, ____,” he confessed, voice barely a murmur. “But I promise I will make that second up to you.”
Nodding slightly, you watched only him as his gaze travelled downwards. Fear threatened to take over, but one look at your husband, and it all faded.
With a final prayer to the heavens, Hyunjin began his descent.
Slowly, ever so slowly, his cock slid into your cunt. A heightened whine bubbled up to your throat, and you let it free with each inch that entered, terrified that this man could break you with what he slipped inside you. Your walls tightened with its entrance, and the more you voiced out the more he tended, peppering sweet kisses upon your cheeks.
You did not know how long it was till he stopped, letting you adjust to him inside you. Your eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets, yet your husband was a huge comfort, circling smooth strokes upon your hip with his thumb, holding your face as he held the universe in his hands.
Breathing deeply, he glanced at you — a nod was your response to his consoling gaze, knowing what he meant.
With that, the duke began to pull out.
He was slow, just as he was when he first entered you. He was gradual, languid, and the terror that haunted you was replaced with a new, different kind of high. 
You had never felt something so pleasurable.
You revealed your surprise to Hyunjin, stare glistening at the foreign sensation — your entire body was up in the clouds, relishing the slow withdrawal and the skill he brought in the bedroom. You were so sure that he was terrified too, scared of ruining this, but all you could feel was pure, unadulterated delight.
When the head reached the beginning of your folds once again, you thought that this was it — there was no more to be done, and your contentment was short-lived.
However, your husband surprised you as he slid inside you once again. 
This time, there was a slight increase of pace, and it kept getting better, your feelings heightening with each passing second as he dipped further into you. He was so unbelievably good, knowing just how to make you whimper — God, his gaze was enough to undo you, ablaze with all the hellfire from the underworld. The devil worked hard, but Hyunjin worked overtime, bottoming out into you once more.
From that point on, your bodies began to move in sync, you giddily moving your hips along with his, aching to have him inside the whole time. Your hands carded through his velvety locks, taking out the ribbons so his hair fell all about him, curtailing his face as he rocked back and forth upon you. By God, he was so exquisite, something straight out of an artist movement, despite the sweat beading down his forehead, despite the parted mouth, the slight panting.
“H-Hyunjin—” you began, interrupted by another sharp moan from his efforts. “Hyunjin, I think I’m close—”
This time, you were interrupted by his lips upon your neck, teething love bites everywhere upon your skin. He hummed against you at your warning, and thrusted his cock into you. The head reached a certain spot which had you seeing seventh heaven, seeing truth and peace and everything in between, because fuck, he knew where to strike.
You did not know how long it had been till you felt yourself dizzying, the feeling in your lower abdomen warning you of its leash snapping. Hyunjin, aware that you were close, only brought his fingers to your clit, prodding at the bud till tears stung your eyes. 
“I...fuck, angel—!” He gasped between thrusts, pressing sloppy kisses upon your lips. “Look at you, all...all messed up from my cock!”
Heightened wailing was your response, broken murmurs being spewed from your lips. Hastily the man shook his head, revelling in your utter ruination.
“Ah—! Come on now!” he cooed in his husky rasp, holding onto your head. “Say it for me, darling.”
A part of you did not think you could manage, but you had to if it meant he would bring you relief. The duke may have been the love of your life, but he was still, undoubtedly, a smug bastard. 
Despite that, you could not believe how easily you resorted to begging. 
“Please, Hyunjin!” You pleaded in half-pants, the tears spilling when he delved into that one particular spot again. “Make me do—whatever the hell I do, damn it!”
Huffing out a small laugh, the man held onto you a little tighter, retaining his grin. “Oh, ____,” he said, and the next words slipped out in his haze of lust, not realising he had revealed something of terrible importance.
After planting another disheveled kiss, he murmured, “You are so lucky that I love you.”
You did not have time for this declaration to settle before your husband obliged you in the best possible way; his thrusting turned erratic, fast and uneven, and the increased pace of his fingers was too much, all at once.
You had no choice but to let out a cry as you spilled onto him — some escaped from your walls and stained the sheets, whimpering breaths keeping you alive. His ministrations slowed as well, fingers stopping at your clit. 
Watching you undo yourself for him was certainly the last straw for him — for the first time he released into you, grunting at the impact. Parts of his orgasm, too, sullied the sheets, but that was the least of his concerns, as he held onto you for dear life, nearly shattering his entire self upon you.
Pulling out of you, he collapsed beside you on the bed, his deep breaths breaking the silence. You, too, panted for a while, gazing up at the dark ceiling. 
You expected your first thought to be utter delight at your first time. You had finally done what no one in polite society ever told you about, and it was so wonderful that you doubt anyone would have shared in your fortune. 
However, your mind was occupied with another matter entirely.
You are lucky that I love you.
You closed your eyes. 
Hyunjin loved you. Hwang Hyunjin, your best friend and husband, loved you when you thought it impossible.
Something within you then wondered if it was too good to be true.
Noticing your name, you turned, finding the very man staring at you — in a way which would have your theories proven true. You did not know about yourself, but seeing him before you, black locks disheveled, skin glistening from sweat, you could not deny that anyone would fall for him if they saw him now. 
You tried to push your emotions past you, blinking back a bit of fatigue. “Yes?”
“Tell me what goes on in that mind of yours.” Turning over, he propped his arm, holding his head in his hand. “Are you alright?”
Perhaps you should have opted for a vague yes, but something in you did not want to beat around the bush anymore. You wished to tell him your truth.
“I was wondering about what you said,” you began, reflecting his position. 
“I have said many things, darling,” the man drawled. “What do you specifically mean?”
“Well…” you tried to avoid his gaze, but you knew by now that evading Hyunjin was useless. “Before know…”
“Know what?” He mused, which had you rolling your eyes. 
“You know what I mean!” Sighing, you continued, constantly looking at his features. “Well, just before that, you said something to it true?”
Silence fell on the room as your husband pondered at your question. His eyebrows raised, and you realised that he had figured it out.
“Ah, yes,” he said, nodding. “I know exactly what you speak of.”
You waited for his response, suddenly aware of how naked you were in this bedroom. Dread curled at your stomach, and you debated grabbing the sheets and sneaking out of the manor. 
That is when Hyunjin gave you his answer. Gave it to you as he took your hand in both of his, pinning you with a stare he reserved only for you.
“They are the truest words I have spoken.”
He leaned into you, and your heart fluttered, much more dramatically now because of what he revealed.
A soul-saving smile adorned his lips. “Despite our circumstances, it was inevitable that I would fall, and I thank the heavens that I did. I love you, ____, even if you cannot return the feeling. I love you as the friend I never had.
“I love you because you are the most inspirational woman I have ever had the pleasure to meet.” 
When he finished, you wondered whether you had the words to respond to a confession as heart-wrenching as the one your husband blessed you with. Tears pricked the corners of your vision, and you leaned into his hands which cupped your face.
Brushing his lips against yours, you willingly accepted, giving him all the affection you garnered within you for so long. The tears trailed down your cheeks, and you had to pull away, hands curling at his locks.
“I-I…” you sniffled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Hyunjin, I-I love you so much—”
The man’s heart burst from his chest.
His rashness got the better of him, interrupting you with a searing kiss as he sunk his teeth into your bottom lip. 
Never in his lust-hazed mind did he foresee you reciprocating his affection.
He was ready to spend eternity in a one-sided relationship. He was ready to stomach the melancholy you brought if you were to fall for another, or if you simply never loved at all, blankly living your life without any form of affection to give.
But…to have you fall for him. 
What he said to you was wrong.
You were not lucky that he loved you.
He was lucky that you loved him. 
So the Duke of Hastings, pulling the clean sheets upwards, showed you how lucky he was, deepening the kiss and you offering all of you again, moving your lips along with his. 
And in this night, the two of you made another revelation — that perhaps reality was not the villain in the both of yours tales after all. 
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You wondered whether it was all a dream, with the happiness that followed without any strings attached. 
The passionate endeavours between the two of you did not stop at Seungmin’s manor — hands wandered in the carriage back home, and the moment you stepped at Lansdowne, Hyunjin backed you against the wall and ripped your dress right off, never wanting to stop ravishing you. You did not stop him, did not want to stop him, when you waited so long for him to engulf you without any barriers. By the time you both stopped in the shy hours of dawn, you had been drained of all physical strength, but filled with mental joy.
You fell in love with Hwang Hyunjin, and had the fortune of this love reciprocated. 
Sometimes, you wondered if it was all a dream — a twisted, subliminal illusion, tricking you into believing that marital life is what every writer writes of in the end, the solution filled with flowers and sweet kisses. You never thought, even in your wildest dreams, that you could achieve such bliss with another. 
Then, you would wake up with your husband’s arms around you, and finally understand. Finally comprehend what it meant, to never stray from a soul connected with yours. 
The weeks after also brought the finishing of your novel, your childhood dream all polished in your hands as you took it to the most famous publishers in town. You had fears of the reactions, as what you wrote during certain parts of the novel was borderline scandalous, but the men at the publishing house enjoyed the first few chapters you showed them, and asked for more on the next visit.
You were overjoyed by their reaction, but then doubt entered your mind at once — what if they were only agreeable to your writing because of your position? 
The thought soured your happiness. You did not want to be a writer because of your position in society, but because of your skill. There may have been thousands of other women with talents surpassing yours, but would never be able to achieve even the interest of a publisher. 
Hyunjin was the first to know of your news, and the worries which accompanied it. He listened to you on your second, third visits, scoffing at your disbelief of your turn of events. It was ridiculous in his mind how ardently you doubted yourself, waving off the publishers’ interests in your novel as sheer luck, or your station as the Duchess of Hastings. He assured you many a time, that your flair in creating stories surpassed no man or woman living in London. 
He knew those publishers well — well enough to know that they had never released a novel written by a woman, no matter how influential she may have been. Knowing you had managed to enter consideration for publishing was a feat in itself. The duke had absolutely no doubt that he would see your works in the hands of every person who knew how to read.
What you did not expect, however, was the request from the publishers to have your novel anonymously published. You demanded a reason, and they provided a whole list — women writing was only considered a secondary activity, and if word were to reach the city of a Duchess writing books instead of tending to her family, then it would cause an outrage. You could not believe your ears, despite a small part of you expecting this setback. 
You wanted your name on the book. 
Confiding in your husband once more, you told him of the condition, angrily pacing back and forth in your home. “It is simply...awful!” you spat, locking your hands behind your back, turning the room once more. Hyunjin watched you with a concerned look passing over his features as he looked up from his book. “Why should I hide my identity? I am proud of what I wrote, damn it!”
The man let out a sigh. “I think you should keep the name anonymous.”
That had you pausing. “I beg your pardon?” you demanded, thundering over to him. “Are you saying I conform to their conditions?”
“I am not suggesting it because of their reasoning. I know they are still too ashamed to try publishing a woman’s creation.” 
Closing his book, he set it to the side table. “My love, there is nothing that brings me more joy than seeing you accomplish your dreams. I want more than anything to boast of your mind, and the writings it invents. However,” he continued, “I fear when the public sees your name printed on the novel, a controversial one at that, and see it that they attack you.”
“But that does not matter to me,” you responded, hands on your hips. “In fact, I welcome their criticism! Let me see what poppycock they want to say of my hard work.”
Hyunjin clamped his lips together, trying to hide a smile. “I am happy you do not care for such people, but it would damage your future writings. It would damage your future.”
When you frowned at him, he held out his hands. You closed the distance, settling upon his lap, sliding your arms around his shoulders, while he did the same around your waist. “Tell me, angel, do you wish to write after this?”
“Of course.”
“Well, see it like this,” he began. “Let us say you publish the novel anonymously. It would be in instant circulation, and everyone would read it, no matter who they are. Why? Because your identity is hidden. There would be no bias against you.”
“So?” you asked, and Hyunjin gave you a look. “Okay, okay, continue!”
“As I was saying,” he carried on, “This would not only help you gain an initial audience, but, if you do wish to reveal yourself after that, then it would be perfect. You would have not only shown the public that a woman had written such a brilliant novel, but anyone who would have had previous biases would either conform to reading your writing, or be furious that they had been tricked into reading a woman’s novel.” He then added, smirking, “Which, in my opinion, would be a very amusing situation to witness.” 
You thought over what he said, mind in slight conflict. “In the end, though, it is your choice,” he reassured you. “Whatever you do, you have my undeterred support.”
The little addition had you smiling. “You make valid points,” you admitted, which had the man releasing a chuckle.
“You say that as if I have no intelligence,” he jeered, pulling you closer. “You will be thanking me when all of this goes as I predicted.”
“Don’t push it,” you countered. “We both know you have been proved wrong many times.”
“Hmmm…” he trailed off, leaning in, brushing his lips upon your skin. “At least I know I am right about one thing.”
“Oh?” Your head began to swim as he trailed a few lingering kisses up your neck. “And...and what would that be?”
He did not answer you — only offered an alluring smile before pressing his lips against yours. A soft hum left you as he moved his mouth against yours, slow and languid, teasing his tongue against the seams. 
You would have offered yourself right then and there if he had not broken away, drumming his fingers against your waist. The smile darkened as he gave you his reply.
“You cannot resist me, angel.” 
That, no matter how much it worked against your favour, was an undoubted fact.
After this though, you made your decision to keep anonymous, letting the publishers know of your change of heart. You knew that what Hyunjin said made sense, and, if your novel does receive recognition, then revealing yourself would create a huge statement in London society, positive or not. With this in mind, brought the final edited drafts of your work, and received information of the commissions and percentages taken by the publishing house.
Because the release of your novel was to take some time, you had some freedom with your everyday activities, which were once taken up by the constant editing. The duke, luckily, had begun to employ much more able men in his authority, and so his work was decreased significantly, to the point where he had days to spend with you alone.
During that waiting period, he suggested the two of you retreat to Hemingford, where you both spent your honeymoon. Your smile never left as you jumped at the idea, the man in turn making arrangements for the earliest carriage out of the city. 
Within two days, you were welcomed by the little manor, nestled in the gifts of nature. You found yourself warming to the whole place once more, memories of the past months returning in a flash. Images of the many groves of trees, small network of rivers and a special presence, soothed you in every part you walked through. You nearly forgot how dear Hemingford was to you in the chaos of city life, engulfing its regal, almost mystical atmosphere. A part of you hoped that the book would take forever to be published, so you could never leave the natural retreat Hyunjin’s ancestors had created.
The man himself was glad he opted to take you to the manor — he saw your nerves slowly taking over in London, and knew that the more you stayed in Lansdowne, the more the wait was going to eat you alive. Aware of your attachment towards this place, he made it his personal mission to bring you here, and try to provide you with a little peace. When he caught that certain smile of yours when your eyes fell on the manor and the gardens around it, he felt half his worries melting away in the spring air.
He hated seeing you so unnerved. 
After a few days resting in paradise, the situation was changed for the better. You, breathing in the very earth beneath your feet, observing the trees curved over you like a concerned parent, thought that you could stay here forever. Receiving a letter from the publishers’ of the near completion of copies made only brightened your spirits, and you sighed out into nature.
“Is something the matter?”
Perking up, you saw Hyunjin, who walked over from behind you. 
“Ah...not much,” you said, watching him settle beside you on the bench you sat upon, folding one dark-clad leg over the other. In his hands possessed a book of deep-shaded red, which he held with great care. “Thinking about the letter today.”
“I see.” His eyes wandered down to his fingers. “Actually, I do have something for you, relating to the subject.”
“Oh?” You followed his trail. “Does this book have something to do with it?”
“However did you figure that out?” He drawled, but then he faced you properly, unfolding his leg. “Here.”
You took the possession, eyes on him. “Whose book is it?”
A knowing smile escaped his lips. “Look at the front, angel.”
Curious, you obliged, checking the title. 
You completely stilled. 
Written on the front was the name of your novel. 
“Oh my God,” you got out, holding it with both hands, opening it to the pages. There it all was, inscripted upon the hundreds of pieces of paper.
Your writing.
Your sleepless nights, your labour, your every ounce of strength, tied together by paper and leather and string. 
Rushing, you opened to a random section of the novel, smile widening at the typewriter’s neat, cleaner version of your manic scribbles. The dialogue, the description of each environment — it was there before you, but this time it was not in your head, whirling indefinitely without a place to explain itself.
It was all on paper — in your very hands.
“H-Hyunjin,” you stammered out, not realising your heart was becoming a little too heavy. “Oh my God—where did you get this? Have they—they have begun to sell copies already?”
“Oh Lord,” your husband murmured, hands on your shoulders. “No, no, my love, this was of my own doing.”
When he caught the confused expression upon your aghast face, he explained further. “Before we left for London, I paid a visit to the publishers’, who had started typing up copies of your book. I requested the first copy made be given to me.”
His thumbs began to stroke soothing circles onto your skin. “I know you would have wanted to hold it in your hands before anyone else.”
Heavens above. He truly knew you so well.
You focused back on the book, closing it as you ran your fingers over the leather cover. “I…”
“No need,” he said, giving you an amused grin. “I already know I am the best husband one could ask for.”
He expected his banter to be returned, but you responded to him with a heart-shattering smile.
Holding out the book, you propped it in his hands. “I want you to have it, Hyunjin.”
This time, it was his turn to be confused. “Am I missing the joke here?”
You held his gaze, albeit with much difficulty. “I promised you something once, quite a long time ago. All my firsts are yours.” 
Your hand reached out, brushing against his. “This is my first novel. My most prized possession.” A pause, before holding that state with all your might. “I would want nothing more than for you to keep it.”
The duke used his every ounce of strength not to cry upon the bench. “Well then…” he began, taking the book from you. He turned to the front page, which was blank, save for the title name again, and the written anonymously typed onto its surface. “Well, ____, you must sign it for me!”
A laugh escaped you at that. “An autograph?” You jested, spluttering further when the man brought out his fountain pen, opening the cap. “I suppose with this enthusiasm, I shall throw in a little message.”
Hyunjin slapped a hand to his chest, brows raising in mock surprise. “By God, you spoil me!”
“Give it here!” You retorted, taking the pen and book once more as you found the landing page. 
You pondered for a few minutes on what to write, earning a few hurry ups! and the occasional she does not love me after all, the latter greatly exaggerated. Berating him, you finally thought of the words, arriving straight from the heart. 
Finishing off, you gave the novel back. “Let us see what faux sweetening you have made for me,” he chortled, eyes lowering to the text.
His grin began to fade as he read the message in his mind.
Hyunjin knew that the sting in his eyes was not the spring breeze.
Slowly, he looked up, catching you staring at him with a smile—loving smile upon your face. A shuddered breath left his lips, unable to form the words.
“Oh no,” you began, jesting despite tears welling up in your own eyes. “It seems the duke believes in my faux sweetening after all.”
A coughed laugh left him at that, trying to clamp his lips together from smiling, but his emotions refused him to suppress himself. His eyes crescented, adding to his near teary grin. Propping the book to the side, he offered his familiar stare, laced with every fibre of affection.
“Come here.”
You jumped at the command, leaning closer as he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you to him. He moulded his lips against yours, and you readily accepted him, offering yourself up entirely for him — as if you were not completely his by your own choice.
The slight madness laced upon his mouth had you whining onto him, taking in the entirety of his affection as you opened up to him. Your request was teased upon with his tongue, sliding along your bottom lip, but the man pulled away, panted breaths fanning your mouth.
He pressed his forehead against yours, fingers holding onto your face as if letting go would cause you to stray. “I…” he let out a deep, trembling breath. “I love you, ____. So much.”
Your heart would never tire of the declaration. “I love you too, Hyunjin.”
And as he claimed your lips once more, you wondered whether you had finally achieved what every work of literature praised in the most elevated of languages. 
Still, at least you knew this — that once there was a duke who you promised all your firsts to, and had somehow found his way into your heart. 
There was once a woman, who refused to believe in love for herself, only for this duke to convince her otherwise, by falling for her completely.
Love stories may be a mere creation of the mind, but at least, at the very least, you knew.
Your love story was real. The first which was not mere fantasy, but real and true and tangible.
You had a feeling that this first, out of all the others you shared with the Duke of Hastings, was going to last.
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seungisms · 4 months ago
skz reaction: cockwarming
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genre: smut, do not interact if you’re under 18
warnings: unprotected sex, cockwarming, bulging kink, slight exhibition kink, dom!jeongin is a warning in itself
note: this was just one huge excuse for me to indulge in some more soft!felix - smut straight under the cut!!
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Chan huffed lowly against the heated skin of your neck, fingers warningly digging into your hips once you started to rut down against him - the feeling of his throbbing cock stilled against your plush walls enough to leave you an unsatisfied, whiny mess. Every inch of your being was cursing yourself for even suggesting the idea to him in the first place, your cunt aching for stimulation and clenching tightly around his veiny length. He didn’t pay any mind to your soft begs, the grip he held on you growing tighter as his thick tip prodded against your womb, your slick hole wrapping around him and squeezing perfectly. Chan tutted mockingly as the pace of your hips slowed into a sloppy grind, fucking yourself on his cock before a large hand reached down to rub at your dripping bud, the sensation of his fingers teasing your puffy clit combined with the stretching of your heat coaxing silent whimpers from your lips. His dominating grip coaxed you onto his lap, ass flush against his thighs as he filled you to the brim with his dick, lifting you easily before grinding up into your harder and deeper than before.
“You’re so impatient.”
Minho shifted uncomfortably against you, a crease appearing between his furrowed brows as he resisted the urge to press deeper inside your warm pussy. His cock strained deeply against your pulsating walls, the thick head pressing firmly into your cervix. Strangled curses were muffled by the flushed skin of your neck, burying his head deeper into the crook to soften his whimpers as your core continued to clench tightly around him. You could feel his restraint start to slip, hips rutting rutting slowly up into you while the filthy sounds of your wetness coating his veiny length filled the room - the spasming of your dripping cunt never ceasing. Minho was quick to hover above you, the feral look in his eye pinning you down while his fingers tightly gripped the pillow on either side of your head, cock staying seated inside you and stretching you out perfectly. A ghost of smile tugged at his kiss-bruised lips as he began rocking into you painfully slow, fucking you steadily and stretching out your tight hole further while watching you mewl and wither beneath him.
“You’re such a tease for making me do this.”
Changbin let your spent body collapse against his own, holding you flush against his heaving chest as his cock softened deep within your throbbing heat, keeping his hot liquids coated against your plush walls and plugged inside your cunt. He was quick in stopping you as you started to stir out of his strong hold, thick arms tightening around your bare body before pressing his hips firmly against your own, a pout landing on his plump lips as he refused to let you go, the heat of your pussy continuing to close in around him. Feeling your tiny hole clench and stretch out around his thick dick was like bliss, warmth engulfing his entire being and the soft kisses you sleepily decorated his chest in easing him further into slumber. His cock was soon completely limp against your walls, filling you up to the brim and making you feel so deliciously full of him, juices mixing with his own and staining the expanse of your thighs. Sleepy mummers was the only thing to meet your ears, long fingers threading through your disheveled strands of hair as he let you snuggle against him, the intimacy of his cock prodding against your womb sending you both to sleep.
“Just stay like this for awhile.”
Hyunjin stilled your fidgeting hips with strong hands, fingers pinching into the soft flesh before he pressed teasingly further into your aching heat, paying no mind to the needy whimpers or begs that spilled from your lips. Low tuts sounded from him once he noticed you desperately clawing at the sheets, knuckles turning white as the the urge to rut down against him overwhelmed you. Your cunt tightened and spasmed around his softened dick, the cum that he had pumped into your begging pussy and coated your walls with earlier now leaking out of your tiny hole and dripping onto the bed below, the sight enough to have him twitch deep against your womb. He watched with hungry anticipation as you guided his free hand to your puffy clit, coaxing him to tease your wet bud while you his cock slowly stiffened - the tightening of your pussy allowing him to feel every crevice and dent of your warm walls. His long fingers never ceased their abuse on your fucked out slit, rubbing slowly as his hips grinded up into you, your back arching into him while his lips left hot open-mouthed kisses against your shoulders, cock throbbing with every whine you let slip.
“You’re always so needy for me.”
Jisung quivered on top of your spent form, head buried deeply into your neck as he groaned lowly against the flushed skin, hips pressing sloppily into your own and the twitching of his cock curving deep within your core. He was still achingly hard and straining, the heat and clench of your pussy around him effectively reducing him to a needy, trembling mess above you - settling further between your thighs only to jolt forward with a whine once your dripping cunt gripped tightly around his veiny length. His incessant squirming caused his thick tip to repeatedly nudge against the sensitive slit of your cervix , the slight burn of your tiny hole stretching around his base coaxing silent cries to fall from your lips before being muffled by his greedy mouth, teeth scraping against your lower lip and tongue pushing into your own. Your wetness spilled around his cock with every slow grind once he started to fuck up into you, fingers digging into the plush flesh of your thighs as the kiss you shared became increasingly more messy and desperate, mouths parted and drinking eachother in. The throbbing of his cock never ceased against your plush walls, allowing you to feel every dip and hollow of his thickness as you raised your hips to meet his own, walls completely engulfing him while sleep was long forgotten.
“Please, I can’t do this much longer.”
Felix curled closer into you, tiredly gazing down at your relaxed face and admiring your pretty features that were slacked with sleep while his cock slowly softened in your abused cunt. His chest was pressed flush against your own, chasing after your warmth as your legs tangled together and fingers intertwined, completely engulfing your hand with his larger one. His hips pressed themselves deeper into you, chaste kisses being placed onto your lips with short confessions of love muttered into the chapped flesh, nose nuzzling into your own while you slipped into a slumber. He stayed buried deep inside your core, his thick length ceasing it’s throbbing against your walls that fit so snug around him, continuing to milk him dry as your juices stained the skin of your thighs, the both of you too busy basking in the intimate tranquility to care. Felix felt your warm breath even out against the skin of his shoulder, the feeling of being so full of him and connected lulling you into a deep sleep, the freckled boy smiling softly as your grasp around him tightened, your loving touch and the clench of your velvety pussy around his fat cock making him dizzy with adoration.
“Get some rest sweetheart.”
Seungmin softly traced small circles on your bare back as you slept soundly on his chest, small puffs of air escaping past the slight gap between your lips and meeting his heated chest in steady breaths, the tight squeezing of your dripping walls around his cock that was buried to the brim inside you forcing him awake. He cursed silently as he tried to desperately ignore the heavy pulsating that smothered his thickness, length straining and nudging against your womb, filling up each crevice and dip inside your cunt perfectly. The sticky wetness of his cum dripped out and coated your sensitive folds, seeping down your thighs and onto his own but he failed to pay it any mind, instead gazing down at your slumbering figure fondly once you snuggled closer to him, hand splayed across his chest and lashes fluttering against your cheeks with every deep twitch of his fat tip that prodded further into your core, unable to stop the slight grind of his hips. Small, content sighs fell from your parted lips at the feeling of your pussy being stuffed full of him, stilled to hilt inside of you and brushing against the sensitive barrier of your cervix. Seungmin let himself relax under your weight, cock eventually softening against your heated walls as he joined you in sleep, light kisses being pressed against your forehead.
“Sleep well angel.”
Jeongin couldn’t resist the urge to grind further into your quivering heat, cock rocking into you slowly as the clenching of your hole subdued him into a whimpering mess behind you, his strong grip lifting your thighs slightly to fuck into you deeper, hips flush against your ass. His length jutted out against the skin of your stomach with every swift rut he abused your cunt with, the swell of his hot thickness filling you to the brim and stretching you out so well as you arched into him. Soft whines sounded from your lips before being silenced by his large hand clamping over your mouth, being mindful of the sleeping members a room over yet continuing to inflict your sensitive core with deep strokes, the friction of your plushy pussy surrounding his straining cock. Bringing his free hand down to rub at your aching bud before spreading your wetness across your folds, allowing him to slip in and out of your begging cunt with ease. He pinched and rolled your clit between the tips of his fingers, eating up the cries that were muffled against his palm while his teeth sunk into the soft skin of your shoulder, his tongue hot and wet against the flesh. His thick tip prodded against your womb with each thrust, the tightening of your entrance around him coaxing him further towards orgasm as the warmth of your core dripped out of you and coated his cock - his voice coming out strangled and rushed against your neck.
“Well, we suck at that.”
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xxbangchansidedishxx · 2 months ago
How the members would react to catching you masturbating.
Trigger warning: pet names, shy, overstimulation, teasing, degrading, choking kink, corruption.
-Not proof read. It’s literally half 2 in the morning😭-
Bang Chan-
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You are lay on your bed with your legs spread wide open and a vibrator held to your sensitive clit.
You weren’t expecting Chan to be home from practice for another few hours but you were so desperate for him.
The buzzing had you completely overwhelmed with pleasure and whimpered shaking as your 3rd orgasm washed over you.
No matter how many times you cum it wasn’t enough, you were just desperate for his cock to to filling you up so perfectly.
You continue to overstimulate yourself when you hear clapping come from the doorway.
“Well kitten that was quite the show.”
He walks over to you smirking, taking the vibrator and turning it on again pressing it to one of your hard nipples causing you to let out a whine. You bite your hand trying to hold back moans.
“But I never remembered telling you that you could touch yourself so I’m afraid I’m going to have to punish you kitten.”
- That night he edged you over and over again before slamming into your tight little hole with no mercy.
- Fills you with so much cum and takes pictures zooming in as it leaks out of your hole down your thighs.
- “such a little whore. You love when daddy fills you with cum don’t you? You love being my little cumslut.” He trailed his fingers through your folds collecting his cum on them before bringing them up to your mouth and demanding you to suck. You obeyed the man as he wrapped his other hand around your throat applying light pressure. Loving what a pathetic little mess you became under his touch.
Lee Know-
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Your boyfriend is busy taking calls for work so you chill out on your bed scrolling through Twitter.
One tweet in particular catches your eye.
It’s a picture of Lee Know’s hands. For some reason your brain trails off. You can’t stop thinking about his long fingers rubbing your folds and slowly pressing into your heat.
You rub your thighs together whimpering at the thought as you trail a hand down to your chest, kneading them in your small hands before flicking at your stiff buds, biting your lip at the sensation. After a while of teasing them through the fabric of your shirt you lift it up letting your tits bounce free, the cold air making your nipples even more sensitive. You begin to roll them between your fingers letting out soft moans.
“Babe is it okay if I….” When he noticed what you were doing he went completely silent. His eyes immediately turned dark and you were quick to stop your actions realising he was still on the phone.
“I’ll call you back. I need to talk to my girlfriend about the matter.” He hung up the phone smirking and walking towards you.
-“What do you think you were doing having fun without me babygirl?”
- Trails hickies down your perky tits before taking one of the buds into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and gently nipping at it while he massaged the other in his hand.
- Guides you onto his cock so that you can ride him while he watches your pretty hickey covered tits bounce with every thrust.
- “Mmh so pretty riding my cock princess. Fuck making daddy feel so good.” The lewd sound of skin slapping skin filled the room making the experience feel even more dirty and heated. You couldn’t get enough of feeling his thick cock fill you up so well.
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Changbin was still at practice and you were feeling extra needy so you decided to relieve yourself.
You teased your wet folds with a dildo, squirming at the sensation before you slowly pressed it in. Almost instantly you took it back, slapping it against your dripping cunt and moaning out when it touched your clit. You think of the buff man slapping your heat causing you to tear up with desperation before you slid the dildo back inside. You bit your lip feeling it stretch you out as you began to thrust it in and out of your tight hole . The sound of your wetness turned you on even more. You were so lost in your pleasure that you didn’t hear when your boyfriend came in. Infact you only noticed when you felt his hand brush yours away and take control of the dildo. He began to thrust it into at an impossible paste making scream and cum all over the toy but he still didn’t stop.
- “Awe how cute. Such a pathetic slut thinking this you could fuck you anywhere near as good as my cock.” You can’t do anything but whimper as he takes out the toy before lining himself up with your dripping entrance.
- As he thrusted into you he rubbed your clit in fast circles. “Mmh look at your pretty little pussy stretched around my thick cock so well.” The way your tight pussy squeezed around him made him let out a low groan.
- He picked up his pace repeatedly slamming into you at the right angle causing you to squirt making a mess all over the bedsheets. You turn red with embarrassment. “Oh fuck I gotta see you do that again princess.” He proceeded to overstimulate you over and over again until your entire body shook with pleasure.
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You are asleep next to your boyfriend Hyunjin but your mind was going everywhere. You dreamed of him touching your most intimate parts. Your lips were parted as you unconsciously grinded your clothed pussy against his leg. He woke up from the movement looking at you with a face of concern. When he had come to his senses he realised what was happening. Soft pants left your parted lips and he could feel the wetness of your panties slick on his leg. He could feel his own length harden before he lightly shook you awake.
- “Hm was my little kitten trying to get off on masters leg while she was sleeping.” Your face flushed red as you tried to stutter out an excuse but he interrupted you, pulling you onto his muscly thigh pushing your panties aside so that your swollen clit came into direct contact with his skin.
- You whimpered as you felt him flex his thigh Beneath you, rolling your hips against him desperately as he chuckled. “So desperate kitten, but you gotta be quiet. You don’t want the others to hear you.” You didn’t want to admit but the thought of one of the other members walking in and catching you looking like such a fucked out whore just from grinding against his thigh really turned you on.
- He attached his lips to yours, swallowing your moans and placing his hands on your hips to make you grind onto him faster. You could feel your high coming and Hyunjin could tell by the way your pussy pulsed against him. “Don’t be shy my little toy. Be a good girl and come all over masters thigh.” You let out a high pitched Yelp as your body spasmed and you collapsed against him breathlessly.
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You were relaxing in bed until your mind began to wonder. Thoughts of Jisung filled your head. This morning before he went to practice the two of you had been lazily making out but he had to leave suddenly which meant you had been needy all day. You still had a while before he was meant to be home so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to relieve yourself… just a little.
Your hand trailed down to your throbbing clit as you slowly began to rub circles into the bundle of nerves, biting your lip at the pleasurable feeling.
You felt your heat get wetter and wetter as your thoughts just became more lewd.
“J- jisungie I need you.” You moaned out as you sped up your movements. That’s when you noticed his presence.
- “ Was my baby really that desperate?” He chuckled before walking towards you. You begged him to help you. At this point you didn’t care how pathetic you sounded. You just needed to cum.
- “awe my needy little slut is so cute.” He positioned himself between your legs. You shuddered feeling his hot breath against your heat. Teasingly he licked at your folds, swirling his tongue around your clit making you gasp.
- you already felt so close but when he began to suck at your bundle of nerves that was it for you. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore. His wet tongue exploring your folds and his plump lips on your swollen clit sent you over edge. You gripped the bedsheets as you came. Whining as you felt him lap it up with his tongue. He brought his head up to look you in the eyes with a smirk. His lips were glistening with wet. “Mmh taste so good darling.” He licked his lips before bringing you into a heated kiss making you cringe when you could taste yourself on his tongue.
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You were completely lost in pleasure as you ran the bullet vibrator over your sensitive nipples. You weren’t busy today so you could take the time to tease yourself before finally letting your body come undone. After you were finished toying with your chest you ran the vibrator down to your clothed pussy. You lightly let it brush over your clit, sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling. You slowly began to circle the bundle of nerves getting your body even more hot and worked up. What you didn’t know is that your best friend had messaged you telling you that he was coming over.
Oblivious to this fact you carried on pleasuring yourself, whimpering each time you denied to let yourself orgasm. Meanwhile Felix had let himself into your house with the spare key. He was planning to scare you but when he heard strained noises coming from your room he thought you were hurt so he burst in. Immediately you screamed, throwing the vibrator away from you without turning it off and covering your body. “Felix what the fuck don’t look at me!” Your face burned crimson red after being caught by your friend.
- “Mmh but you looked so pretty like that kitten.” He walked towards you picking up the vibrator and smirking before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. He gently brushed a finger against your plump lips waving the vibrator infront of you. “Look at you, so shy to be caught with this.” He chuckled lightly.
- “How about you spread those legs for daddy hm? Let me see that pretty little pussy of yours.” You shyly obeyed the freckled boy. Slightly spreading them too embarrassed to open them fully. You gasped when you felt his strong hands harshly spread you wider. “I know you can spread them more than that slut.” He pushed aside your panties before rubbing a finger against your wet folds. You whimpered in embarrassment. You felt so exposed infront of him like this.
- “Suck Daddy’s fingers kitten.” You opened your mouth as he brought two fingers up to your lips and you began to swirl your tongue around them. You felt him press the vibrator against your throbbing clit moaning out in pleasure. Eventually he removed his fingers from your mouth and stuffed them into your tight hole with no warning. Thrusting them into you harshly. The pleasure from the vibrations mixed with the embarrassment and feeling of his fingers pumping into your tight hole was sending you over edge. “You are so fucking tight kitten. Taking my fingers so well.” He turned the vibrator onto the highest setting, biting his lip as he watched your body shake in pleasure. “That’s it kitten, fucking cum all over daddy’s fingers. Such a good little slut.” He praised as squirted with a loud whine.
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It was as one of those days. It was raining outside and your boyfriend had gone to the store to get snacks for a movie marathon. You’d be lying if you said that Seungmin wasn’t incredibly hot but you’d never gone further with him than a make out session. He had never seen you naked. Lately you had just been feeling so needy but you didn’t want to bring it up to him. You figured you had a little time before he would be back so you stacked the pillows from his side of the bed and stripped before mounting them and beginning to rock back and fourth. This was admittedly your favourite way to get off. The fact that you were using his pillows made you feel dirty in the best way and they were just enough to make you feel good but tease by the way they would get you all heated up before you could release. You desperately rocked your hips back and fourth at a faster pace whining out your boyfriends name. “F- fuck seungmin ugh p-please.” You were stopped in your tracks when you heard a loud Yelp.
- “B-babe I didn’t meant to walk in I-I’ll just come back later.” His face turned Scarlett red seeing you like that and he could feel himself get hard in his boxers. “You know Seungminnie… you don’t have to leave.” Your voice was shy yet seductive. The boy let himself look at your naked form again, shyly taking in the sight before walking towards you timidly.
- “ A-are those my pillows?” Now it was your time to blush. You explained that you liked getting off on them and watched as the boy readjusted his tight pants. He seemed lost for words and bit his lip shyly trying to muster up the courage to ask his request. He took a deep breath before stuttering “ D- Do you think I could watch?” He his his face embarrassed by his words before shooting it back up when he felt the bed begin to move. You had already began grinding against them again smirking.
- After a while he got more confident. He was palming himself through his jeans letting out deep groans as he watched you desperately and pathetically hump against the pillows. “F- fuck darling. You don’t know how much I’ve thought about this.” He rubbed the head of his cock through the material hissing at the feeling before reaching out to toy with your hard sensitive nipples.
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You were staying at your friends empty house for the week. You had gotten into an argument with your parents and wanted some time away from them. You were lay in your bed in the spare room whimpering. It had been a while since you’d done this. You let the vibrating dildo rub at your folds as you worked yourself up. You didn’t need to worry about being quiet since you knew you were alone. Your friend was away after all. You let one hand grope your sensitive tits as the other slowly pushed the thick toy into your desperate hole. You moaned out at the sensation not hearing the jingle of keys in the door.
Jeongin walked into the house. He knew his sisters friend was staying over but he had left something there and he needed to come to grab it. As he walked up the stairs he heard soft moans. Thinking that you had hurt yourself he ran into your room bursting through the door, his face turning red when he saw it.
- “ I - I’m so sorry I thought you were hurt.” He shrieked closing his eyes and running into the doorframe and bashing his head in a panic. You covered your body from the younger boy. Your face now flushed red too. “Innie I’m covered up now you can open your eyes.” The boy shyly opened his eyes blinking at at you with innocent eyes. He had a million questions in his head. “W- why were you putting that thing in your….” He trailed off unable to finish his sentence. His innocence was adorable and made you want to just corrupt the boy.
- “Why don’t you come over here hm and I’ll explain?” He shyly complied and sat on the edge of the bed. You began to explain and watched as his expression became one of shock. “S-so it feels good when you put it inside?” His cheeks were unbelievably red now but he felt a heat rise up in his stomach. He knew what he wanted but he didn’t know why. You just nodded at his question. “D- do you think I could … um I could maybe see you do it again?” His voice stuttered as he hid his embarrassed face and smirked at his request. You uncovered your body and began to put on a show for the boy . You thrusted the vibrating toy in and out of your sensitive hole watching the boy squirm as his pants tightened.
- You offered to let him pump the toy in and out of you and he shyly complied. His pace was fast and he didn’t understand why you were moaning and shaking so much. “W-wow you look so cute when I do this noona… your body reacts so much and your noises are so pretty.” Soon enough you were cumming all over the toy as the innocent boy watched biting his lip. He was desperate for friction, palming his erection though his jeans. “Mmh baby boy, how about I take care of you now?” He nodded eagerly as you began to unzip his jeans.
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lemon-boy-stan · a month ago
tension with skz before dating (reaction)
Tension with Chan wouldn’t happen around the guys. Sure, they’d suspect something, like maybe you liked each other (it wouldn’t be that hard to guess) but when you’re alone, Chan would become extremely domestic. He’d help you get things even if you didn’t need help, and when he did, he’d always breathe a hot breath down your neck. He liked the way you’d freeze up, even if it was just for a millisecond. 
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Minho is a big tease. He doesn’t care if people are around. He’ll make sure to let people know where his dominance is placed, that you’re his. At first, it’s just small things, like a soft, tingling touch on your arm, a breath down your neck. Then, once you’re wrapped around his finger, he'll start to tease you, with no mercy whatsoever, until you're begging him to fuck you.
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Don't get me wrong, but Changbin is a literal fucking daddy. He's definetly got big dick energy, and he's not afraid to let you know. Like Minho, he'll tease you, but more subtly, so the guys don't notice at first. He'd begin to order you around with such a commanding voice you'd find yourself doing the things he asks instantly.
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Jisung had always been a prick, but you hated him the most. You didn't know why. There was just something about him that annoyed the shit out of you. Maybe it was the stupid way he laughed, or his stupid pretty face. Either way, you hated him and he hated you. He always got on your nerves. Although the others mentioned that there was some kind of chemistry between you and Jisung, you never really believed it. You just thought the looks he gave you were glares. That was, of course, until you confronted him with a complain.
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Felix was sneaky when it came to teasing you. Again, he'd start small - he'd figure out what kink you have and then use it to his advantage, he'd love it whenever you'd squirm uncomfortably and blush and he loved the fact that none of the other guys knew why. Once you realised what he was doing, you'd get all flustered and glare at him and he'd give you this innocent look like he has no idea what he's done.
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Seungmin may look like an innocent child, but when he wants to be he can be hot, too. He'll do whatever it takes to have you squirming when you see him and blushing mad, even if it means feeling up your leg in front of the guys.
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You and Hyunjin were dance partners, so you didn't know if you felt sweaty from the dancing or from the way he made you feel. Hyunjin would always give you these side looks and smirks when only you were looking. He'd even glance your way when you weren't dancing next to him, he knew it drove you insane.
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Driving you mad was Jeongin's favourite thing to do. He loved to see you flustered around him, so he really enjoyed wrapping you around his finger. You were an absolute slut for him and everyone knew it. Jeongin just had to make sure it was obvious. Like Chan, the most amount of tension would happen when he was helping you with things, being domestic, small things like zipping up your bag or getting things for you, except in front of the guys. It made you so god damn flustered and he loved it.
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pastelracha · 2 months ago
skz being horny/needy
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☾ Title : skz being horny/needy 
☾ Pairing: all members x fem!reader
☾ Genre: fluff, established relationship, kind of suggestive
☾ Prompt: request : Hello, could you do SKZ being horny/needy please ?
☾ A/N: first thanks a lot for all the requests, I didn’t add spicy thing to this one (sorry if it’s want you wanted), cause I'm a bit tired so yeah :/ but here is skz showing how they are to their partner when they’re horny/needy, hope you like it  don’t forget to give me your feed back guys xox
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Whenever Chan feels needy or horny, he would be even more all over you. Let’s be honest Chris is pretty touchy every time, he needs skinship to survive ! But when he is in the mood, his hands are everywhere, on your thighs, ass, the side of your chest (Let’s all admit we have a thing for his hands). He probably have a « Hot time with Y/N » playlist and turn it on to let you know he wants you. 
Kiss your neck a lot, tell all the things he want to do to you in your ear. Not shy really show off a lot that the wants you, now, here and ready. He would look so raw and ethereal, completely shutting the world to concentre on you. ( yes he is my ult bias bye)
Horny minho, is a really a beautiful sight to see, he would look at you as the 8th wonder of the world, but with lust in his eyes, being fully dark. All in subtlety, he would let his hand running on the side of your waist, putting his nose in the crock of your collarbone to smell your perfume, lacing your finger with his and whispering how sexy you look on the spot. 
Lighting candles around the house, to create the ambiance. A power cut would create the mood, with the said candles, and blankets. And boom Minho needs you (I mean power cut can create the mood ok). Would just kiss you out of nowhere, trying to show you how needy he is, massaging the small of your back. 
The moment you tied your hair in high messy bun (sorry if you have short hair) Bin totally lose it, seeing your neck and imagining where he would put hickeys on it. Changbin also totally have a playlist for this moment, so much smooth r&b, slow and sensual but also some hard beats. 
He would deadass tell you to step on his face right there, Changbin doesn’t have patience when it come to you and feeling horny, he needs you and know you do it so why waste time ? Would also be all over you, touch you everywhere, softly bit your neck, teasing you hoping to get a reaction and playfully slap your ass.
Dosent’t control himself when you just look so breath taking next to him and his hormones are acting up. Bitting his bottom lip an extra lot, would 100% tease you, small touch here and there. 
Hyunjin being hot and bothered would be a candy to the eyes, his eyes full of lust and a small blush on his cheeks looking even more nice than normal. If the prince when to have you now on this couch, then he can (But consent is the key kids)! 
Needs to feel your skin on his, bitting your bottom lips when he kiss you trying to give to the message that he wants you in less than 5 minutes. 
This guy is a horny mofo for you ! Let me explain, whatever you do, he is on the verge to beg for you, to touch him, kiss him or just even compliment him. 
Run his nails on your skin, and humming, his head on your shoulder. His lips on your jaw and put your legs on his laps. Would ‘innocently’ put your hand near his crotch, like ‘look what you do to me baby’ you drive him crazy even if you just breath, but he does have something for your voice (just saying). The definition of Netflix and Chill is Han Jisung, believe me your never seen the end of your films too busy being underneath him. 
His soft and adorable aura, turn dark just as his eyes turn full black. 
He wants you to beg for him to love you, touch you, anything, he just want you begging for him. Would wants all your attention, throws your phone on the bed and put you on his laps, moving your hair away from your face to look at how pretty and desirable you are. Makes you feel like the goddess you truly are, creating yet another galaxy of purple love bites on your throat. 
Plays with the waist band of the short you are wearing, and would be bitting your earlobe. 
Just like Changbin, Seungmin does have patience when it comes to you and your gorgeous body ! Would kiss you out of nowhere, hands straight on your ass and give you the hottest make out session ever. 
Cute Seungmin ? Oh he is gone for the time being ! He literally wants to give you the world by pleasuring you. 
You in one of his button up, is usually what turn him on, the feeling that you’re his and only his got him so turn on. The light blush on his face making him even more desirable to you, and his hair being a complete mess, cause he’s been running his hands too much in it, trying to get your attention. 
When he see you in red lipstick, he is done for ! His hands find a place on your body, and his lips find place on yours, not letting you go. Telling you how much he wants you on the spot, his energy completely change letting you know how frustrate he is in front of you, needing you to touch him, and do something of your magic on him. 
Take you by the hips, putting you real close to him to make you feel what you did to him. Him calling you ‘princess’ a lot whenever he is in the mood, his lips red and swollen cause he can not stop himself with you. 
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ohmysparkle · a day ago
What do you want to watch?
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📀 Pairing: Hyunjin (Stray Kids) x Reader
📀 Length: 2.5K
📀 Warnings: Smut, oral, fingering, piv. GFDish??
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Typical lazy afternoon... you’re in one of his shirts, no bra and no panties, just some comfy stretchy cotton shorts. The lights are hazy and you’re just watching something on tv after a long day of doing nothing. Happily passing through different apps... Netflix... Hulu... Prime...
Until he comes into your vision. He’s then kneeling at the foot of the couch. His head just beside your raised knees, which you’re supporting in the coffee table, and as he neatly places his hands on his lap like a good little boy he leans his head against your thigh to place a polite peck.
“What do you want to watch?” He asks.
You know what he’s getting at. He knows you’ve been tired, stressed, working like crazy. He admires you so much, how hard you work and yet how you’re always so attentive of him, spoiling him with love, compliments, affection, and gifts - the gifts carry the least sentiment in his mind, and he could do without them, but he knows it’s all a collection of many gestures you make to prove to him that you love him, wish to dote on him and make him happy.
He feels... undeserving. Only sometimes... not because he is insecure, but because he’s unsure if he’s done enough to merit such love and admiration. You make him feel like he’s an amazing man, beyond anything he’s ever thought of himself. Not that he ever thought little or disliked many things, but who else would ever look at him the way you do? Or say the things you do and mean them with so much truth?
He’s desperate to give it all back sometimes. Desperate to prove how much he loves you, how much he’s willing to give, how much he’s willing to support you and to alleviate your burdens - like he is now.
He knows you love loving him in any way, as equals, playfully, sensually, aggressively... yet he knows it gives you great reassurance when he does this. He’s on his knees for you, he’s showing you that he’ll do whatever you ask, to do whatever you want to your body or let you use his body to your pleasure. It’s not so much about dominance, he thinks, and he knows you agree. To you it’s a gesture of trust and devotion, of full surrender to one another. He wants to give you exactly what you want, and it makes your heart swoon so you’ll gladly take it. He’s yours, all yours, all for you. The same goes for you, all for him. The gestures of proof just vary depending the circumstances.
There’s another little kiss to your thigh, and he nudges you with his nose, looking at you cutely with one eye. You love that damn cute nose and its button tip.
“What do you want to watch?” He asks again, more playfully, and you reply with a little boop to his nose with your index finger, pressing into the squishy flesh.
You simply take that finger and press it back to your lips. ‘Give me a kiss’ is what it means - and he complies. He sits up to lean over you and presses those supple and plump lips to yours, it’s sweet, simple, loving, but not yet sensual. He sits back down against his calves with a little bounce and a happy smile.
“So... what do you want to watch?” And he lips his head to one side playfully.
“I want to watch you take your clothes off.”
The words starkly change the atmosphere, make it hot and tense in a snap. It’s the door he was waiting for you to open. He does so, obediently. His movements are quiet and careful, he sits back down as if it hadn’t been even the slightest interruption. You love how his abs and tummy crunch together, showing all those little lumps of flesh you just want to kiss and poke and pinch. The tops of his thighs look so plump and muscular like this. His chest and his pretty dark nubs on his pecs are exposed, ohhh how your love to suck and nibble on those...
“I want to watch you touch yourself...” you lowly insist, you do want to. You want to see a beautiful and carnal display just at your fingertips, just for your audience.
He sits up straight, stretching his front as his spine curves back in an arch, and he spreads his knees apart slightly. When he takes his still limp cock into his hand, he raises it upward, exposing his pretty pink balls. Everything is groomed to perfection and he’s smooth all over. His dark eyes never leave yours, watching you fiercely as you slump all lustfully at the sight just below you. If you keep up the gawking you might just drool.
He spits on his hand and reaches down. He’s strokes himself, squeezing the still moldeable flesh as it hardens, and the breaths he sucks in are more in anticipation of what’s to come than the minimal pleasure he gives himself now. He knows that at the end of this you’ll all too eagerly want to have him in your cunt or in your ass, right where he belongs, completely enveloped in the embrace of your body - if he’s good, that is. He can’t wait, his toes curl at the thought of it, filling you, being impossibly close to you as he fucks you and your mouths are wet and heaving and your both all scratched up and sucked and marked by the other, and tears come to the two sets of eyes from the absolute ecstasy of it all. He can imagine you crying his name over his shamelessly loud moans. He’s a screamer after all, and you’ll touch him in all the right places so he’s squealing out like a rutting animal - these are the things he things of as he touches himself. You look at him right in his eyes and he wonders if you can see the thoughts that linger behind them if you look hard enough.
Your thoughts are similar... more along the lines of of the sloshing wetness in your body and how well the weight and heat of his cock would feel when he spills in you, and all over you, and you you’ll spread those fluids all over your body and his, and then have him lick it clean... but you don’t need to imagine because the means to do all that are right in front of you, specifically, they’re in his clenched fist, straining with protruded veins and brightening at the pretty rounded tip. It’s the most beautiful cock you’ve ever seen - massive. You wish it’s the only cock you’ve ever seen and had, but you’ll make sure it’s the last.
“I want to watch you take of my shorts.” You say while still shuffling the tv apps about.
He complies, slipping them off easily, exposing your pretty little bits to the air. You stretch one leg out to rest on the coffee table again, and raise the other up, arching above him, until it rests on his shoulder and he’s trapped between your legs. He’s got a perfect view of all the pretty ridges of your labia now, every plump little lip, he can imagine he’d feel the steamy heat radiating off of you if he juuust leaned closer.
But he won’t. Not until you ask him to. You’re still flipping the channels while looking at the tv beyond his shoulder - it’s such a comfy position to watch tv in, and you can effortlessly glance at his pretty bare face, his pretty puffy eyelids and the neat little half-up pony tail that he’s pulled his blonde locks into. His fluffy brows are slightly messy, and his skin looks soft and spotless from a recent wash, and the corners of his lashes stick together from the moisture that still clings to them and form the most beautiful flicks outward to frame his pretty eyes.
He’s a nice thing to watch indeed. Fucking tasty and mouthwatering, like you can smell the meal you’re about to eat.
“Lick me.” You quietly purr, after enough pretending that you’ll ignore the obedient kneeling man. He kissed the inside of your leg that rests on his shoulder, before gently guiding both of your legs to rest at the edge of the couch, spreading you wide open with nothing to obstruct his course. He grabs your hips with care and guides them to slide down, so that your beautiful cunt is slightly facing upward, yet your line of sight is still above his, and you look at him like a cat that’s about to play around with a mouse.
He licks his lips, slowly, and you can see that smooth and shiny pink tongue, it looks like a gummy bear or a lollipop you could just suck on until it melts...
“Lick me... you know how...” you purr, relaxing into the next breath you exhale.
He starts off by slightly spreading your labia with the fingers of one of his giant hands, your cunt is searing hot and with just that pretty tip of his tongue he presses a smooth swipe, firm, but just with the tip. You like it when he focuses there, going at your nub until you’re wet and your hole throbs for more. So he swirls, swipes, presses - its just the tip and it’s ticklish and teasing and his breaths blow over the rest of your pussy and make you shiver.
More more more, he flicks the tip about, until your panting and he can see your abdomen and thighs tightening, being the expert he is regarding your body, he grabs your discarded shorts off the ground and slips them under you... he knows the tricks of fluid comes right when your clit is played with to this extent, teasing you with the tiniest and most detailed movements so it washes up on you unexpectedly. You tighten all over and squirt pretty clear droplets that look like crystals along your folds.
“More...” You mewl, panting.
He obeys, like a good boy. He knows this type of stimulation riles you up desperately, leaving you tingling with sensitivity yet begging for more, leaving your hole sopping and perfectly aroused. This time he is more generous with his tongue, swiping the top generously all over your lips, making sure every little ridge of his tongue rasps against every bit of squishy plump flesh, over every fold, dragging your deliciousness all around. He loves the smell - fuck the taste of you is delectable but the smell drives him mad, and he’s literally eating you up, mouth, tongue, lips, even teeth to nibble in the right places.
You’re growing desperate, far too desperate and you grab at his bound hair, he sticks his tongue all the way out, as flat as he can to let you have your way. Your nails sting at his scalp and you tug painfully, and it makes him leak and whimper. You bury his face against you, you’re like an animal in heat and your feet flip in the air as you’ve lost all support to your body, and you rock his face to and from you, making sure his tongue pressures you clit in just the right way. His face slaps against your moist and swollen lumps of flesh, it’s messy and his entire face is soiled. You feel the liquids trickle from you once more. it’s a very superficial orgasm, and you’re purposely chasing them to drive you towards the point of desperation for having him stuffed in you, but he’ll please you this way until you feel raw and aching and sated if he has to.
He moans against you, with his mouth open and you choke his cries out with every messy slap of your pussy to his face. If only you could see how hard he’s fucking his cock with his hand, how tightly he’s gripping the head till hit hurts. His beautiful eyes are squeezed shut, but he hears and feels you and he knows you’re losing your composure. He reaches up to grab your hands from his hair so he can move freely, forgetting his own aching cock. He sucks at your clit now, and sucks and sucks until fluids come from you again, and he imagines your all slick and slimy and creamy within by now. For one final measure he presses his flat palms right at the edges of your vulva and spreads you - he inserts his tongue in your hole and fucks you with the little muscle until you’re begging - it’s what drivers you insane above all other things. Well, actually, you don’t beg, you grab him by the hair and he begs he’ll be lucky enough that you’ll slap him and fuck him and squeeze him.
But alas, you just scream, and he knows he shouldn’t delay when you yell “Fuck meeee!”, but he doesn’t want to ruin your momentum by forcing his cock too early in, so he takes his fingers, two all at once, and fucks them into you so that the pads of them and their nubs stimulate every spot along your insides. He fucks them in eagerly, the muscles in his arm strain and he can hear every sloppy squelching noise and closes his eyes hoping it was his cock, imagining his cock which still stands against his abdomen begging for attention. He can practically feel his tip pushing past that tender wet hole until it pokes the furthest reach, that’s how hard he envisions it, feeling the tickling sensations of the top of his cock, his slit crying at the thought and desperation.
Your thighs twitch and you begin to clench, he’ll keep it up until you relax from within but he feels how easily your muscles can stretch already, yet they are still so deliciously tight for something the size of his cock. You reach desperately, trying to pull his hair once more, but he’s too far away. If he weren’t so engrossed in the carnality of it all he’d chuckle at the cute gesture, but he’s too aroused to stop his attack, even if he’s tense from the repetitive movements and his jaw feels tight. His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches and you look at him and he’s absolutely masculine and vicious, unlike the soft demeanor with which he began. You reach that point where you feel you need more. Deeper thrusts, faster, harder.
You come undone and you can’t breathe as it all spasms over you and he uses his other hand to grind the palm all over your vulva as his fingers massage you to surrender. He’s proud at how you’ve melted - and your dominant demeanor is all gone. It’s just a matter of time before you regain your senses and start ordering him around again, so he’ll take his filthy hands off your pussy for a while and slip them under the shirt you wear to play with your breasts.
Your breaths begin to become slower and deeper...
“What do you want to watch now?” He asks, standing up, towering above you so you have the perfect view of the cock you’ll ask him to stuff you with. He’s still looking down at you, but your livening eyes make him know that he’s still completely in the palm of your hand and under your spell, and he’ll do everything - anything - so long as you command it.
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staysuki · a month ago
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pairing: student!reader x professor!hyunjin
genre: fluff, suggestive, smut
word count: 2.2k
warnings: softdom!hyunjin, bratty?reader, explicit sexual themes, smut, protection isn't mentioned but reader is in birth control, rough sex, slight mirror sex, choking, spitting, making out, student-teacher relationship, teasing, dni if you're not 18+
synopsis: you've been failing your classes lately, what better way to get better than to have your professor tutor you?
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the chirping of cicadas sounded at the heat of the afternoon, despite the beating of the summer, your hands were cold and clammy— feeling utterly bored at your current predicament.
you've tuned out everything from the past hour, the chill breeze of the humming a/c in your dorm room lulling you to sleep, only to be brought back to reality by the voice of your physics professor.
"earth to y/n?" he snapped his fingers inches from your face, making your blurry vision come alight once again.
"have you been listening?"
"yes, professor hwang, i have definitely been listening to everything you have been diligently teaching me for the past hour."
he sighed, not buying your obvious bluff. "ms. y/ln, if you don't get your grades back up, you're gonna have to repeat this semester."
you groaned, "i know that, why do you think i booked a tutor session?"
"then pay attention." he scolded strictly, frustratedly tapping the textbook to have you focus on it.
though your awareness was everywhere but.
your professor was a physics nerd, sure, but he was young and undeniably hot. with lips that could tease you for days. the modest polo and tie complementing his slender figure, the cloth hugging his biceps mildly as his body unconsciously flexed every now and then. if the room wasn't so cold, he probably would've felt the intense heat radiating off of your body.
you decided to shake the drowsiness off by munching on the snacks that you've prepared for the both of you— namely just fruits. you chewed on a slice of watermelon, the red juice dribbling down your chin and and dripping to the paper, making your professor groan out in protest.
"don't dirty the textbooks, you eat like a child." he quipped, mindlessly wiping off the juice off your chin, making you blush at the casualty of the action.
"mind your own business!"
"i would, if you didn't ruin my books."
you didn't respond further, just watching him take his own helping of the prepared snacks. picking up a cherry from the platter, he popped it into his mouth, playing with the fruit before eating it all in, including the stem.
"hey! why're you eating that part too?"
"hm? what do you mean?" he mumbled in between chews, still focused on the schoolwork he's trying to teach you.
"the stem." you pointed.
he just shrugged and after a few seconds, stuck out his tongue, the stem sitting on it, but this time, it was perfectly tied into a knot.
"just a habit, i guess." he said, taking it out of his mouth and discarding it on the corner of the plate.
"woah! that's so cool! how did you do that??" your eyes lit up in childlike wonder as you picked the stem off the plate, your professor's eyes widening in shock.
"hey! that was already in my mouth!" you ignored his protest, staring into the knot.
a few seconds later, you gave him a cheeky smile, teasing him as you poked his sides making him flinch away from your touch.
"what the hell, y/n?!" he tried to push your hands away but you just wiggled your eyebrows at him. "what?"
"you know what they say about people who can tie cherry knots—" you started before leaning in closer to him, your voice dropping to a whisper. "—they're good in bed."
hyunjin just laughed at you poking your head away from his vicinity. "very funny y/n. you're not even correct, it means they're good at kissing."
he shook his head, trying to put your attention back to studying but you were too far gone now to even try and attempt to do so. you were now curious how far you could tease your college professor.
"hmmm? is that so? then are you admitting that you're good at kissing hmm?" you tilted your head in mock curiosity, but he was adamant on ignoring your remarks.
"professor hwaaaang~" you called out.
"professor hwang hyunjin~"
he angled his head towards you, his patience running thin.
"and why is it that you're so curious, huh, y/n?" he quirked his eyebrow, the tables ever so turning in his assertion.
his sudden seriousness made you hold back your tongue, unable to form a response. he chuckled lowly at your reaction.
"instead of answering that, why don't i show you instead?"
his slender fingers guided your chin, tilting your head up to reach his height, his lips suddenly encapturing yours in a fruity summer kiss. the soft plumpness of his thick, luscious lips overwhelmed your senses, basking in his deliciousness as his tongue played with yours— he is phenomenal at this.
he broke away, half-lidded eyes staring down at you in a smug manner. "well?"
"that was... okay."
he raised his eyebrows at your denial, a lazy smirk painted on his face.
"just okay?" he mocked, your head nodding slowly whilst your eyes were still trained on his plump lips.
"maybe you should try and change my mind." he laughed at your provocation, shrugging as he guided your chin to look towards the books now.
"i'm here to tutor you, y/n. you know i could be working right now or helping some other kid with their grades so you better make the most out of my time."
"okay—" you boldly pushed the swivel chair away from the desk to face you instead as you boldly climbed on his lap. his eyes wide as saucers as he stammered.
"w-wha, y/n???"
"you said to make the most out of your time." you trailed your fingers to his lips, utterly hypnotized with it's smoothness.
"is that so?"
you nodded, eagerly wanting to dive in but he made sure to keep you at a distance despite being mere breaths away. you whined, wanting to feel him on your lips again.
"i thought it was just okay?"
"i lied." you admitted, a cocky smile growing on his face before dropping back to a serious expression.
"if we do this, there's no going back." his eyes held a slight hesitation, his hands still not fully exploring your body as he held it firmly on your waist, not wanting to touch you further as of yet.
"who said i wanted to?" with your consent, he pulled you in by your neck, basking again in each other's wet softness. your core throbbing in anticipation as he squeezed your thighs, grounding it on his growing erection.
in one swift motion, he lifted himself from the chair, the ease in his action sending butterflies on your stomach as he gently plopped you on the bed, firmly placing himself on top of you. the kiss never being broken for one second.
he tastes sweet, like cherry, and you couldn't stop yourself from breathing all of him in, you barely noticed that he'd discarded all of your clothes and his until the chill from the exposure made you shudder.
though the cold didn't last long as you felt his blazing skin on yours, the heat between both of your bodies providing enough comfort which is making you wetter than you had been before.
you felt his slender fingers slide across your slit, gasping at the sudden sensation, he licked his lips in anticipation, thoroughly hard at the thought of being inside your tight slick core.
"fuck.. you're so wet for me, y/n."
you moaned out when he slid a finger in, pumping in and out before adding another one, stretching you out in preparation for him.
"f-fuck, that feels so good."
"and that's just from my fingers." he teased, his mouth now running along the side of your jaw, peppering wet kisses all over your neck before he dove into your breasts.
overstimulation filled your senses as he bit and sucked on your nipple, his free hand carressing the other as his right hand still busy fingering you.
you suddenly felt the loss of contact as he pulled away, his fingers exiting your core as he stared down at you. "call me hyunjin." he said, putting his fingers in your mouth, wanting you to taste your own juices.
you sucked on it, nodding at his words as you felt your body shake from his eroticism.
"yes, hyunjin."
"you're so fucking hot." he pulled his fingers out as he went down, trailing kisses down your stomach before running a tongue across your slit. you instinctively opened your legs to give him more access as you pulled on his hair from the pleasure.
"good girl."
he continued sucking and licking like a dog, bringing in back his fingers to pump in and out of you, driving you to the brink.
"hyunjin— i-i can't hold on..."
"let it all out, baby."
you cried out as you rode the wave of pleasure washing down on your body, releasing all over his mouth which his tongue refused to waste even a single drop of your sweetness.
"hyunjin please, i want you inside."
"anything you want." you guided him back up at you before pulling him in for another sensual kiss, this one mixed with your own taste on his mouth.
you felt him grind softly, teasing you with his tip which made you whine in anticipation, meeting his movement which made him dig his fingers onto your hips.
"patience, y/n." he smirked before he held your legs in place, slowly entering your hole, sighing at the sensation.
he was torturing you with his pace, taking longer in bottoming out as he made you feel every vein of his throbbing erection.
his cock feeling so hard against your soft walls, it made hyunjin shudder from the sensation.
"fuck, y/n you feel so good." you almost screamed when he fully pushed himself in roughly, finally bottoming out as the man couldn't take his own teasing.
you haven't even started but you were already panting, your walls fluttering against his dick, making him hiss in pleasure.
"move please." you begged, making him chuckle before fulfilling your request.
first it was slow and sweet, his hands roaming all over your body as he captured you in a sloppy kiss, keeping a constant rhythm. he intertwined his hands with yours for a moment before putting it back on your hips as he started to pound harder and faster, moans coming out from both of your mouths that would sure cause a noise complaint from your neighbors.
he slowed down once again, teasing you as he fully pulled out, before slamming into your core. thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being inside you.
he pulled out, making you whine, but he just smirked as he pulled you up.
you followed his motion despite your confusion but he just threw you on the other side of the mattress once again, this time with your head on the foot of the bed instead. "turn." he ordered, and you flipped yourself to be on your stomach as he pulled you from behind, giving him a full view of your ass and slick core.
"fuck—" he rammed into you once again, merciless with his unhinged drive. he reached over to wrap his long fingers around your neck, pulling you up so you'd be facing the mirror by your dresser.
"you look so fucking beautiful like this." he growled in your ear as he trained his fierce eyes to the mirror, his gaze lingering on your body and to the point where the two of you meet. you could feel your wetness gush out even more at the explicitness of the position. your eyebrows scrunched up in intense pleasure as you watch him pound into you from behind as he closed his eyes shut from the feeling. your walls clenched as you train your eyes om his face, so fucked out and in immense bliss as you both started losing yourself in each other, nothing but grunts and moans sounding along the walls.
his hand dropped from your neck to massage your breast, while his other went down to rub your clit, making you cry out with pleasure.
"d-don't stop.. almost.." you could feel the height of your climax climbing up once again, unable to take the sensory overload that he was giving you.
"y/n.." the sound of his voice whining out your name send you to the edge, bursting in immense sensualness as your whole body shook, the only thing holding yourself up was his strong hands over your hips. he continued his relentless pounding, helping you ride out your release before he spurted his cum inside you, the feeling of the liquid heat making you bite your lip.
he ground himself into you for a few more thrusts before slowly pulling out, licking his lips as he watched his liquids drip down on your legs.
he smirked in satisfaction before taking another cherry into his mouth, this time taking out the stem before biting into it. he held your jaw in place as he ordered you to open your mouth, spitting his cherry-flavored saliva into your mouth.
"can we do this again?" you asked as you breathed deeply eagerly swallowing his spit as you tried to come down from a runner's high.
"get your grades up then i'll think about it."
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euzos · 2 months ago
𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 “𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆” 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 ...
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warnings: minors do not interact, fem!reader, sub!skz, degradation, humiliation, breeding, dacryphilia. your media consumption is your own responsibility.
his pale skin would be flushed each time you thrust into him, or milk his cock, mocking him with the pathetic name
his pale skin would be flushed each time you thrust into him, or milk his cock, mocking him with the pathetic name
his pale skin would be flushed each time you thrust into him, or milk his cock, mocking him with the pathetic name
his pale skin would be flushed each time you thrust into him, or milk his cock, mocking him with the pathetic name
what’s more pathetic is that it turns him on even more, his useless cock would be throbbing pitifully at your degrading manner :(
“you look so dumb, daddy, so cute, drooling for me. you like it when your baby’s mean to you, hm?”
he’d cum immediately if you slapped his cock lightly, calling him the name
the knowledge that he can take control any moment, but chooses not to because of how good he wants to be for you drives him insane :(
remembering that only you could see him like this overwhelms him even more
“s-stop, m-mommy! you p-promised not to—ngh— t-tease.” :(
he pretends to hate the name when in reality, he loves it, only for the fact that it’s being used to make him feel small <3
he loves it the most out of all the boys :( calling him daddy as you force him to be your good puppy? his dream :(
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he prefers when you mock him with sir
but either way, whatever honouring name you call him by, he still eats that shit up, even when he’s submissive
he even tries to take control until you slap him around a bit, reminding your "sir" exactly who he belongs to <3
after he realizes that you’re calling him that simply to mock him, it makes it really hard for him to keep up the dominant act :(
he’d grit his teeth, clench his jaw, trying to assert dominance but it never works
he’d be kind of annoying about it, purposefully being bratty, not listening to any command you make until you force him into it, which he loves
he would stroke his cock, smirking as he'd rake his eyes up and down on your body, still assuming he could get away with disobeying until you give him a good slap on the face, putting him right back in his place <3
he eventually falls under submission, so desperate to cum and for you to ruin his cock :(
he’d even go along with it for the sake of cumming, but it takes a lot of teasing and discipline for this to happen
“p-please—mmph—m-make sir cum—i’ll be g-good—ngh—p-promise!”
^ he’d say that while thrashing around because he truly can’t take it anymore, he doesn’t know how long he can go without his cock being touched by you :(
he keeps daydreaming about it afterward, and then it becomes his number one fantasy :(
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while he doesn’t necessarily mind the name, he isn’t particularly fond of you mocking him with it because it’s downright humiliating :(
poor baby would struggle to look at you in the eye, lips quivering as he’d attempt to make eye contact with you, trying to bite back a pathetic whine
his face would be flushed and he’d eventually look down, giving in to your mocks and degradation, subtly try to hide the way his cock twitches at each insult
“j-just give it up already. why c-can’t you just fuck me?” he’d whisper, bucking his hips against yours
"been so good for you..." here it comes ... *sigh*
he’d eventually stop trying to hide his pleasure, and would begin letting out his loud whines and moans, rutting against you :(
"really, mommy!! you're being so mean to me right now :("
he’d be so conflicted about it ngl
while it is embarrassing, the sight of you being downright mean and rough with him turns him on more than anything
he’d love it if you manhandled him, roughly using him whilst calling him daddy
good for nothing except being used by you <3
he begins liking it after you overstimulated him one day whilst riding him, a firm grip on the side of his throat as you bounced up and down his cock
loves getting told how useless daddy’s cock is, and how his baby has to fuck themselves on it since daddy is too dumb to <3
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so whiney :(
he’s so desperate to cum and be used, he doesn’t even care about the name, he just wants you to ruin him :(
he’d close his eyes tightly, feeling tears prick in his eyes from the mocking, but the way his cock twitched at your condescending tone, you’d figure he liked it
“d-don’t care—mmph—please touch me. d-dont care about the s-stupid name. ‘m mommy’s only!”
he’d probably lower his head sheepishly if you weren’t fucking him, covering his crotch with a pillow subtly because if you found out that he liked being talked down to.... he’d never hear the end of it
the thing about hyunjin is that when you’re fucking him, all he can think about is you :( all his brain is filled with is perverted thoughts about you fucking him until his cock is ruined and abused
he wouldn’t pay mind to the name simply because he doesn’t want to waste time, and more specifically, the dumb baby is too fucked out to even think :(
but if you teased him about it while edging him, you’d be met with his whines and sobs, begging you to just make him feel good, and to stop being mean :(
his pretty face flushed pink and cheeks stained with tears as he finally gives in to the humiliation and gives you what you want
“mmm—d-daddy needs b-baby to use him! want you t-to cream all o-over daddy’s cock—ngh” he’d whisper, tears streaming down his face while he rutted against your slit
the words felt so foreign to him, he’d cringe while thinking back, but at that moment, all the little baby can do is think with his cock, so of course, he’s gonna be a good boy for mommy :(
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he’s very similar to hyunjin, but out of everyone, he gives in the most easily, simply because he doesn’t have enough patience :(
he’d be caught off guard for a second before letting out a loud whine, rutting against your side like a dirty little mutt
jisung loves being degraded as much as his tears and begging say otherwise, and you can tell that for you, he’d do anything, so if you really want him to listen to you, you have to be extra mean !!
“daddy can’t even take care of himself properly? were you not taught any manners daddy? wanted daddy to fuck me, but i guess he can’t do it properly after all.” you’d mock with a pout on your face
you’d never see jisung scramble as fast to get into his position between your legs as when you called him that title
“pup-i mean d-daddy! d-daddy’s gonna fuck m-mommy good!” he’d choke out
he’d try to prove you wrong, but by the crimson tint all over his face and his ears, you knew that this was going nowhere
he’d begin sobbing as he’d thrust inside you, unable to maintain a steady rhythm, simultaneously edging himself, all because you’ve spoiled him so much >:(
you’d giggle. “such a nice cock but daddy can’t even use it properly :( you really are pathetic daddy, don’t you think?”
he’d let out a broken sob before falling right on top of you, rutting against you while begging you to help him because the poor puppy can’t do anything by himself :(
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poor baby gets so, so embarrassed :(
nearly as embarrassed as chan, except he knows that in no way, shape or form, he’ll ever be able to live up to the title you’re mocking him with
he begins letting out incoherent whines, rubbing his head against your chest, begging you to just fuck him already
he’s been thinking about being inside you for the longest time, trying his very best to be a good boy, and now you’re being mean to him :(
“n-no—mmph—mommy—p-please” :(
“‘m always good for you—please” :((
“kitty wants m-mommy to use him!!”
denies everything you mock him with so much :(
he'd look so cute, shaking his head, teary eyes looking up at you desperately, silently pleading you to stop with the teasing
being mean to lix is so fun, on the rare occasion when it happens, he's not used to it :(
it's here when he learns how much he loves being talked down to
he feels so pathetic, feeling his cock twitch at the title and each insult you throw at him
if you make him say it, he mumbles it because he’s so embarrassed :(
“d-daddy—hhmph—w-wants mommy to f-fuck his stupid c-cock!!”
poor baby’s babbles would become incoherent because he’s never felt so humiliated in his life, and part of the humiliation is because you know that he likes being treated this way :(
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puppy eyes
ignores it, to be honest, because he doesn’t want to give in to what you want of him
seungmin’s smart, he’s usually such a good boy, but he knows better than to give in to his embarrassment ( ˘ω˘ )
he pretends he doesn’t hear it and continues to subtly grind against you, murmuring pleads
once he realizes that you’re going to be relentless about this, he immediately turns pouty :(
he doesn’t want to be bad :( but since mommy’s being mean, i guess he has to, no? ><
“don’t care, puppy wants mommy to stuff him!!”
he's kind of bratty about it because he doesn’t want to give in to your teasing
i don’t really see him liking you teasing him with that name ,, he immediately just goes >:[
“why won’t you fuck your puppyy >:[”
he just wants to be plowed into the mattress and here you are🙄
he begins getting off himself without your permission just so you can get fed up and proceed to fuck him as he wants <3
“m-mommy won’t fuck me :( you keep being mean :((“
if he’s extra desperate, he pretends to start crying just so you’ll feel bad
a pout, tears, puppy eyes, and everything, all so he can get fucked the way he planned >:]
therefore, the only way to get seungmin to listen to you is by calling him puppy <3
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POUTY (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥—°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`)
his eyes would brim with tears :(
he just wants his dumb, little cock to be used :(
and here you are making fun of him with a title he so obviously doesn’t deserve
he immediately thinks he’s been bad even though he’s been the best boy for you :(
“d-did i do something, mommy?? :(” BROOO (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`) no baby u didn’t BUT IT’S FUN TO MESS WITH YOU :(
your sweet boy, that tries his hardest to be of use to you thinks he’s been bad :(
but that’s part of the fun, no? 😇
teasing good boys by pretending they’ve been bad😇
he’d narrow his eyes at you, considering on whining more, potentially being a little like seungmin but he decides against it, not wanting the worse part of the end
he immediately gets an epiphany and scrambles around to sit on his knees
his hands would trail to your panties, ghosting his fingers over your hips, “m-mommy wants me to fuck them t-today? (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥o°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`)” ?$)!$)$&,&;??
“i-i c-can if you want! i’ll fuck you n-nicely!” </3 he’s so eager to please, he’d full-on dom for you if that’s what you wanted :(
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huenjin · 9 months ago
don't wanna be friends.
pairing: hyunjin x reader | bff2l!au, pornstar!au
word count: 3.705 words
tw: pornstar!hyunjin, nsfw content — dick piercing!hyunjin, multiple orgasms, breast play, breath play, fingering, cunnilingus, marking, penetration, unprotected sex, dumbification, slight overstimulation, creampie, mentions of reader masturbating to hyunjin's porn and the porn explained in detail.
music rec: damage is done | devin hoffman.
note: this was an nsfw ask originally but it got way past the limit, so tada, made it into a oneshot. if anyone was wondering why it's in this format/theme. unedited, like every other work of mine.
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you gulp down the next shot under hyunjin's watchful supervision. you've lost count of the shots you have taken and hyunjin has lost count of how many times he has told you to stop, that you are drinking too much.
"he told me that i can't fuck right. that i should at least pretend to fake it to satiate him," you scoff, another tear rolling down from the brim of your eyes and hyunjin wraps his arms around you, pulling into him to comfort you. "i can't— jinnie, i just don't come when he fucks me. i— maybe something is wrong with me. maybe i just can't orgasm when someone—"
"hush," hyunjin slowly taps your back to keep your thoughts shut. "there's nothing wrong with you, minion. you're fine." he pushes your big round spectacles up, calling you by the name he's always teased you with.
you slam the shot glass down, eyes groggy and head woozy from all the drinks you've gulped down. you lean forward, eyes wide open, glasses sliding down as you look closely at your best friend.
hwang hyunjin is attractive. you've always known your best friend is attractive. his bright eyes that light up at the sight of his dog, kkami, running to him right after you cuddled kkami forever. or the way his face morphs into one of disgust when you threaten to put eggplants into his plate. or the way he'd cuddle you when the weather gets too cold. hyunjin is attractive, both in looks and behaviour.
beyond this, your best friend, hwang hyunjin, is insatiable in the eyes of many women and men, including yours. a pornstar by profession, he knows the ways around women, having them come undone in his hold in minutes — you refuse to believe it's orchestrated. you know how he is in bed or at least what the biz wants him to exhibit and that alone has you trembling.
and to make matters worse in your end, you've orgasmed only once your whole life and that was during the time when you played with yourself while stumbling upon his porn (you were randomly searching for one and the temptation to watch your best friend just exceeded everything).
you knew his profession for so long — hyunjin told it to you over a glass of wine that you spat onto his white shirt the minute he told you about it. the conversation was never spoken about after that.
until today.
"what are you doing, minion? damn," he chuckles, "you really look like a minion with those glasses."
you still once you close in on hyunjin. hands on his chest, eyes fixated on his, you lick your lips and hyunjin's eyes widen, eyes unknowingly trailing downwards till he has to tear his gaze away, reminding himself that it's you, that it's his best friend.
"do you want to fuck me?" liquid courage, indeed.
"you must be kidding me?"
"why? you do this regularly."
hyunjin shoves you away, pushing you back against the couch. his eyes narrows on your figure and you fold your arms. he huffs, eyes glaring at you before looking away. he stretches his arm to take a glass and pour himself a drink, gulping it down and feeling the much needed burn in his throat.
"why?" you whine. "jinnie, that's your job. fuck me. you don't mind it. i'll just be one of those girls."
"i do mind it," he raises his voice. "you're not just one of those girls. fuck, y/n, you're the only constant in my life. why would i fuck that up?"
you bite your lower lip, eyes watering at the rejection suddenly. your drunkenness is what stirs the emotional side in you and your heart is heavy. you just want to be able to fuck like everyone else, just want to feel the bliss your friends talk about, the euphoria they reach.
"wait, are you going to cry?"
"no," you bite your tongue from letting out the sob. "i won't cry. you're not the first guy to reject me. this is normal. no one wants to—"
"—fuck me. who would want to fuck the girl that can't orgasm, let alone fake one?" you let out a fake laugh, tears finally rolling down your eyes.
"oh goodness," hyunjin sighs. he pulls you into him for a hug, rubbing your back soothingly. "you're my best friend, y/n. i shouldn't—"
"i want you to," you look up at him. hyunjin heaves in a huge breath. it catches in his throat as he looks down at you. god, he loves you. he has loved you for years now but who would want to be in a relationship with a guy who fucks girls for a living? not anyone sane. you deserve better. fuck, you deserved so much better than him.
yet, his heart won't stay still. his mind won't stop racing with thoughts he shouldn't normally have about his best friend. heavens, you have hyunjin wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it.
"y/n, don't—"
hyunjin loses his last bit of control over your proposition the minute you place your lips over his. it's exactly as he has envisioned. soft, delicate and everything that kept him away from breaking. you capture his bottom lip, kissing him softly, hands trailing under his sweater. hyunjin feels the goosebumps rising up, your warmth seeping into his. it takes everything in hyunjin to keep his hands away.
you pull away, catching your lower lip with your teeth before letting go and looking away, "you won't even kiss me back. am i that worse? do i kiss bad? jinnie, i just want to be—"
hyunjin has his hands on your face, turning it for you to look at him before he has his lips crashing down on yours, taking your breath away. you heave, breath hitching and you gasp.
hyunjin is aphrodite. the very reincarnation of sin. he creeps into you just as you expected, crawling into your mind and captivating every single sense of yours. your hands are in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body. his hand sprawls over your neck and his thumb presses into the neck, rubbing slow circles. he kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his sweater and you are moaning into his mouth.
you pull away for a second, fingers digging into his clothes, tugging at it to be thrown away and hyunjin obliges. helping you out of yours too, the two of you face each other stark naked. you take him in for the divinity he is in your head, eyes trailing down to his slightly erect dick and you gasp.
it's true. the videos don't lie. he is bigger than you had seen, girth firmer than you had envisioned and the frenum piercing has you salivating. it shines under the lighting, your eyes unable to drift away from it, lips parted slightly and heavens, hyunjin can't take his eyes away from you either. was this what he was missing out all this while in the name of friendship?
his lips are back on yours, your breasts firm against his chest as his cock rubs against your inner thigh. it's messy, heavy and has you panting for breath, chasing after his tongue, wrapped around yours like they never want to let go.
quicksand. this is quicksand. you're falling in too quick; falling into everything hyunjin has to offer way too quickly. and you love it. your mind is rid of thoughts. just hyunjin, hyunjin, hwang hyunjin. he pushes back, still kissing you heavily, till your back hits the soft covers of the couch and he's hovering over you.
hyunjin's tongue licks your lower lip, causing you to moan and he's groaning at the sensation, pulling apart for air few minutes later. he cups your face, thumb brushing the side and you lean into his palm.
"i— we should—"
"no, please don't stop," you beg. "not now. please. we're in too deep to stop."
"but y/n—"
"please fuck me, jinnie. fuck me like you fucked soojin."
hyunjin's eyes widens and he pulls away from you. looking at you as if he's staring into your soul, he gulps. "how did you—" his cheeks redden. "wait—" you bite your lower lip. hyunjin pulls the rubber band that holds his hair up, causing the silver strands to fall forward. he runs his finger through it, pushing it back as he holds it tightly to focus. "you watched my porn."
you gulp, lips drying up and you nod, running your mouth quickly to justify yourself. "i did. it was supposed to be a one time thing but—" you look away. "—i touched myself to that. i fingered myself to you fucking soojin and it's the only time i came."
if hyunjin has been just losing it all this while, now, he has lost it completely. his eyes darken, a light growl leaving his lips as he holds your legs and pulls you closer into his kneeling self. you groan slightly in his grip.
"you want me to fuck you like i fucked soojin?"
"want me to fuck you like some doll, huh?" he bends forward, kissing your neck, sucking at the skin till they stain purple to his pleasure. hyunjin marks you all the way to your breasts, covering your skin with both dark and light marks as you repeatedly confirm, "yes, yes, yes."
hyunjin pulls away, staring at you almost tauntingly, licking his lips and running his hand through his hair. he drops the words like they are heavy. "tell me then. tell me what i did and i'll do the same to you, just like you wished."
"you fuck—"
"no," he shakes his head. "in detail. from the very first scene. you'll get only what you ask for. nothing more. nothing less. so, go on, doll. tell me."
the power you hold is insane. you do not know how to use it, however. having never been given this much power, you look at your best friend for a while before slowly telling him. the words seem foreign to you but if this is how it is going to be, and if this helps you come, you're doing it.
"y-you kissed her first." your voice is barely audible. like you're telling hyunjin a secret. hyunjin catches your lips yet again, tongue presses against your lower lip before he slips it in, tangling it with yours as he kisses you. you moan, eyes closing as your hand wrap around his axle, hands pressed on his back. your fingers plays with the few strands of his silver dyed hair at the nape. he pulls back, waiting for you to continue.
with a little more confidence and the huge amount of liquid courage in you, you demand, "you marked her up like you just did to me. i hate that you marked her up. i hated it so much but turned me on."
hyunjin sucks a hickey right above your breast, speaking into your skin, "you hated it, doll?"
"yes. wanted it to be me." hyunjin's teeth grazes your skin and you moan, "fuck." your fingers pull his hair lightly and hyunjin grunts, teeth biting into your skin, making a dark mark that has you arch your back and your thigh to rub against his cock.
"what else did you see me do, doll?" his mouth trails further down to your breast and you gasp.
"you sucked on her breasts. played with it harshly." hyunjin abides by it, sucking on your breasts, tongue lapping around your nipples and drawing out circles by it. "yes, yes— fuck, jinnie, oh my—" hyunjin finds it seductive as fuck that you never complete your sentences as you moan. and he wants you like that — barely being able to say words besides his name. that's all he needed to hear.
"you played with soojin's other breast at the same time like—" his hand is already on your right breast. it pinched the nipple, twisting it between his thumb and forefinger. the pain shoots up and it clouds your senses, causing you to grind on his cock. your arousal leaks through you, and you feel yourself grow wetter with every single flick of hyunjin's tongue.
his right hand is still on your breast, his lips trail downward. your breath hitches in your throat and you let out a shortened sigh as he breathes lowly against your skin, kissing it before landing right in front of your core, wet with want for the man before you.
"so fucking wet and what for, doll?"
"your cock, oh my god. jinnie, want your cock in me. please." you beg, writhing in his hold as he grabs your breast, fondling it in his hold.
"that's not what i did in that video. go on, continue." it's stern with command and has you spitting out the next in sequence instantly.
"you—" hyunjin is playing with your nipples as he waits for you to speak. his finger twist and turn your nipples and you're squeezing your thighs together in this intense pleasure. "fuck, can't think, jinnie. i don't know. i—"
"no, no," he hushes. kissing your pubic mound and licking small stripes, he mumbles, "you have to remember the only porno that had you come, right?"
"you—" you feel his warm breath all over your core and a gush of arousal oozes out. "you had your mouth on her pussy. you ate her out till she came, oh my god. you ate her out—"
"well done, doll." and his lips are on your wet ones. he licks at the lips, pushing it apart as he takes in your arousal, lapping in to take it all. it's merciless. and if you thought his porn was intense, you forgot all about how hyunjin himself was a walking pornography. the way his tongue licks your lips, tip teasing your entrance as he rubs your clit, slowly. he draws small circles over it, tapping at the engorged button till your toes curl in, knees lift up to bend for your feet to press down. your eyes are squeezed shut and your fingers pull at his hair every time you feel the knot tightening.
the room is filled with lewd noises and your moans, resonating through the whole area for you to hear it out in the silence. it's pornographic. the voices you make resemble those that you heard. hyunjin licks another stripe up your sodden lips before wrapping the plump pair around your clit and sucking on it, loud noise of suckle resonating and causing you to move your hips slightly.
his teeth grazes over your clit, nibbling slightly till you feel the knot clench in your stomach. it's a vortex forming deep within and from the one time experience you have, you know. it's coming. you're so close. hyunjin rubs your clit furiously, mouth moving back your lip as he eats you out. he pulls apart right when he knows you're soon to come and in a second, two of his fingers are deep within you, rubbing against your inner walls and you're crying out his name just like he wanted.
it's hyunjin, hyunjin, hyunjin. that's all he can hear — his name dripping in saccharine from your mouth, topped with all those insatiable moans that leave your lips and hyunjin quickens his pace. the two fingers thrust in and out of you, finding the spot and rubbing at the walls to elicit a particular reaction — hyunjin is searching. searching for that one spot that will have you ruined for him.
"fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, what—"
the minute he touches a particularly soft area, he has you grinding down on him, chanting his name like a mantra and he knows — hyunjin's found your spot. he rubs it as he curves his fingers, having you arch further into him. he sucks on your clit, fingers thrusting in you relentlessly.
and you come undone so easily that it's a surprise how your ex couldn't do this for you. you see the white under your eyelids as you come undone. hyunjin helps you ride it out. he removes his fingers and licks you clean, taking in every single drop of your orgasm.
"told you that you were perfect," he says, looking at you and smiling. he kisses your mound as he lifts your hips up. "you're the most perfect human being ever. so how in the world could anything be wrong with you?" he wipes away the tears rolling down your eyes, as an effect from the intensity of the orgasm you went through. "so, doll, now tell me what else did i do?"
your mind is blank. you can't think of anything. your mind is filled with just the man before you in all his naked glory and how you just want him. "want you, jinnie. please. i want your dick. please want that."
"that's not the answer to my question," he huffs. "did i not lift her legs up like this?" he lifts your legs and places it over his shoulders. his erect cock is angled right and he rubs the head all over your wetness. you hitch and whine, stuttering how much you want him. "did i fuck my doll dumb? did i fuck out all your brains, baby? oh no. should i fuck you more? can you answer that, doll?"
you nod, lips parting. "want jinnie's dick. want it. want it in me."
"as you wish, doll," and he inserts it into you, pushing your walls apart with his fingers till he thrusts completely into you. his piercing underneath his shaft drags against your walls, the cold metal adding the extra sensation that tingles your nerves. his large hands hold your hips up, your ankles hitting his back bone everytime he thrusts into you. he uses his one hand to hold your wrists together above you as he hits your spot over and over again. the friction of his big cock and the frenum piercing is all too much right after one orgasm. the stimulation is over bearing and you know why the girl in the video has her eyes roll up, tongue out and lips swollen.
hyunjin plunges into you and you gush all over his cock, coating almost all of his length with your arousal. hyunjin is barely in but he is already hitting your spot, hot tip brushing against it vicariously and the frenum piercing cold against it. the friction is enough to have the knot tighten so fast and hard that you know this is going to overpower you. hyunjin lets go of you wrists but you hold them above you obediently. his hand trails to hold your breast, squeezing it and fondling with it; the other holding your legs up securely.
with every thrust, his piercing drags against your walls and his balls slap against your cheeks. tears spill down your face as you scream loudly, "jin-ah, fuck. jinnie, jinnie, jinnie. it's too much, oh my god. i can feel it. oh—"
"you're taking it like a good, good doll for me. you can take more. i know you can." he takes his cock out. he wraps his fingers around it and dragging it across your slit and your core, the frenum piercing rubbing against it and you're ready to snap again.
and without any warning, he enters into you again, this time harshly and with a quicker pace. it is fast and hard and has you gripping onto him for the life of yours, your hands moving to hold his biceps, fingers digging into it. hyunjin fucks you like he wants to take you to heaven and back. like he wants to show you everything you are missing out and that there's nothing wrong with you. it's the men. always the men.
"going to fuck you and show you how you should be fucked. how you should be getting it. going to fuck you dumb, doll and have you be mine."
he doesn't stop. hyunjin is grunting and huffing as he thrusts repeatedly in you, his pubic bone hitting your clit and causing short sorts of heightened sensations.
"jinnie! i'm coming. i'm coming. oh fuck, i'm—"
second one in a span of few hours. if you could think properly, you would be surprised at how you came twice. it's surprising that you've come thrice so far in your whole life and all three times were to be credited to hwang hyunjin, your best friend.
you come around his cock, the white flash spreading under your eyelids and you are weeping. you feel the rushing oxytocin clouding your brain as you clench tightly on his cock. hyunjin doesn't stop however, as he chases after his own high, thrusting even faster if it were possible and overstimulating you. in a few minutes, hyunjin is coming in you. hot white spurts of his cum coating your insides as he thrusts his orgasm out, only to pull it out eventually and have his white come and yours poze out and stain the couch.
your eyes are shut and you are panting heavily, chests rising and hyunjin brushes your hair away from your face, wiping the sweat that has accumulated by your forehead. he places your legs down and mumbles, "you okay, minion?"
"hm," you respond. that's all you can say. you were too fucked out to think or do anything. hyunjin chuckles and slowly getting off the couch, he carefully lifts you up into his arms. you snuggle into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. "where are we going?"
hyunjin barely hears you question with how soft it was. you repeat and it is the second time that he hears it perfectly.
"going to clean you up and rest you in bed. you need to sleep well now." you nod, snuggling further into his chest as he carries you into his bedroom.
hyunjin's wrong, though. when he wondered how in the world anything could be wrong with you, he clearly knew there is something wrong with you.
you are too dense to ever realise how deep his feelings are for you.
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jsung01 · 3 months ago
“You wanted my attention so badly, now take it” // h.h.j
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Genre; Smut
Word count; 1.5k
Contains; dom!Hyunjin, Subfem!reader, cock warming, dirty talk, nipple play, unprotected sex, exhibitionism (? not sure if that's the right term, but it’s sex while on the phone with someone else), slight overstimulation
Disclaimer; My writing always contains consensual sex, even if not explicitly obvious! Always ask for consent !!
A/N: Requested by a lovely anon. This is my first request and I wanted to post it as soon as I had the chance to, so I hope it turned out okay! I had fun writing this, I also hope it’s alright that I made the reader female! If not, message me and I can totally make a gender neutral/male version :)
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Hyunjin had been ignoring you for the past few hours. He was preoccupied on a phone call with who you assumed to be Chan, talking about a new song they were planning to release next month. At first, you didn't mind, you had other things to do and you were aware that Hyunjin was a busy guy. But now, it almost seemed as though you weren't going to get any affection from him all night. To make matters worse, in a feeble attempt to get his attention, Hyunjin failed to take notice of your many sighs and quick glances in his direction.
Frustrated, you finally walked over to him, seating yourself on the bed next to his desk.  
“Baby?”, you pouted, your voice low enough to ensure that Chan couldn't hear you on the other end of the line. His brows raised slightly as he cast a short glance in your direction.
“Hold on, one second Chan.”, Hyunjin muted his phone and tilted his head to look at you. “What do you want?”.
You suddenly grew timid at his rather blunt words, looking down on the ground and lowering your voice to a whisper. “I-I just wanted your attention. You’ve been on the phone for a while now, and you haven't really talked to me”
Upon hearing your words, Hyunjin giggled, his features growing soft momentarily. “Poor baby wants my attention? You know I’m busy, you shouldn't be acting so needy”
“I know, I know, I just really needed you”, you responded shyly.
“Really now? Come here then”, he said. You stood up and walked closer towards him, now standing directly in front of his legs. He grabbed both of your wrists gently as he gazed up at you.  
“You wanna be a good girl for me?”, Hyunjin asked. 
When you immediately nodded, Hyunjin smirked as he followed up with an additional question. ”Then why don't you sit on my lap and show me, hmm? Think you could keep quiet while I’m on the phone?”
You contemplated this, questioning whether or not you would be able to stay quiet with Chan on the phone. You and Hyunjin never had sex in places where people in the same house could potentially hear you, let alone the same phone call. You were usually a vocal person in bed, often finding it hard not to scream, and Hyunjin was well aware of this. So cock warming your boyfriend while he was on a phone call had never really crossed your mind until now. 
After giving it some more thought, you eventually walked over towards him and pulled down your pants, kicking them to the side. Hyunjin smiled up at you as he watched you undress from the waist down, pulling his own pants down enough for him to expose himself.
You turned around before moving yourself over his lap, reaching down to position him at your entrance. After a brief moment of teasing your clit, you lowered yourself onto him, glancing down to watch the way he disappeared inside of you.
“Fuck, there we go”, he sighed, his head falling backward slightly at the initial feeling of your pussy clenching around him. 
“Hyunjin, I can’t-”, you began to beg, not sure how you could possibly be quiet with how good this was feeling already.
“You wanted my attention so badly, now take it”, he said nonchalantly before hitting the unmute button on his phone and leaning his body back into his chair. Then, as if you weren’t even there, he continued his conversation on the phone. 
“Sorry Chan, I accidentally dropped something. What did you say?”, he said, his voice sounding unfazed and calm. Little did Chan know, however, that you were on the other end of the phone, currently bracing yourself by gripping onto the desk in front of you and struggling to not make any noises. 
Well, keeping quiet ended up being harder than you had originally anticipated. Chan’s humour must've been top-notch that night, because Hyunjin couldn't stop laughing at practically everything he was saying, causing his body to unintentionally jolt up and his cock to move farther inside of you. With every movement he made, you found it harder and harder to remain still. 
“Oh my god, Chan! That’s hilarious”, he suddenly jumped. You threw your hand up to your mouth in order to muffle the sounds that were threatening to come out.
Finding it nearly impossible at this point, you started to whine quietly in your palm. Despite your best efforts to not seem obvious, Hyunjin took notice of your pathetic attempts to stay quiet. He brought his hand up to grip onto your hair, pulling your head back just enough for him to lightly brush his lips on your neck. Your hand dropped back onto the desk as your jaw dropped at the sensation. 
“Be a good girl for me and be quiet, okay?”, Hyunjin whispered quietly, a smile on his face as softly bit down onto your neck. You knew how much he was enjoying this, seeing you struggle to keep quiet while he seemed to stay completely unfazed and on the phone with his friend.
“Stop moving please”, you spoke as quietly as you could. 
He chuckled in response. “What? I’m not doing anything, baby”
He proceeded with his phone call, this time intentionally bucking his hips up every now and then. One rather quick thrust in particular caused you to yelp, prompting you to bite your lip to keep the sound from coming out of your mouth.
Just when you thought things couldn't get any harder, Hyunjin reached his hand around your body and up into your shirt. He placed his cold hands on your breasts and began to casually play with your nipples. 
By this point, your breathing had become shaky as you tried your very hardest not to moan. You gripped onto his wrist, tugging at it slightly in an attempt to convince him to stop touching you. Hyunjin simply swatted your hand away before he continued teasing your nipples, causing you to whimper pathetically. 
Hyunjin knew you could no longer hold yourself back, but the thought of you accidentally moaning his name on the phone had him so turned on, he found it hard to care. 
Once he felt your pussy begin to clench around him, he muted his phone again for a quick second before leaning forward to speak in your ear once more. 
“What a dirty girl, I can feel you clenching around me. Are you close?”, he teased. “I’ll let you cum, but only if you can promise me you’ll stay quiet”
You knew you couldn't hold back anymore, and as difficult as it would be to cum silently, you had to. The feeling of Hyunjin’s hands teasing your nipples while his cock was buried deep inside of you was overwhelming, to say the least. So rather than denying him, you nodded as you bit your lip.
“Good girl”, Hyunjin then unmuted his phone as he leaned back into his chair. “Yeah, I think we should do that, Chan”. His voice was a little more raspier than it had been prior, but not enough for Chan to notice anything different. 
Immediately after noticing how close you were in front of him, Hyunjin moved his hands away from your breasts and down between your legs. He began rubbing quick circles on your clit as his hips started to slowly buck upwards into your pussy, urging you to cum around him. 
As your orgasm finally hit you, you felt a wave of pleasure rush over you in a matter of seconds. Hyunjin was quick to place his hand over your mouth to muffle any loud moans that would cause Chan to take notice of the situation currently unfolding, and unknowingly to him. But Hyunjin himself was finding it harder to keep quiet, and before he could stop himself, he groaned loudly into the phone. 
“Are you okay, Hyunjin? You sound-”, Chan’s voice was cut off once Hyunjin finally ended the call. Hyunjin gripped onto your hips as began to fuck himself up into you, desperately chasing his high. 
“Fuck him, your pussy feels so fucking good. Don’t stop clenching around me, I’m so fucking close”, he no longer cared how loud you or him were being. The build up of cock warming had been too much for him, and now, all he wanted to do was fuck you hard without holding back. He even ignored the ringing of his cellphone that indicated Chan was attempting to call him back. 
Since you had already cum, the feeling of him inside of you was overstimulating you. You couldn't stop yourself from clenching around him, the sensation of his length hitting your sweet spot and causing you to moan louder than ever before. 
You felt his grip on your hips suddenly tighten as he finally came inside of you. “God, so fucking good”, he groaned desperately as he emptied himself inside of you, grinding your hips roughly against his cock.
Hyunjin sighed once he had finally calmed down enough to think and speak properly. “I’m gonna be in so much shit tomorrow for ending that call”
Deep down, however, you knew Hyunjin didn't really give a shit. He would end a thousand calls if it meant being able to fuck you like this again. 
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spilledtee · 2 months ago
– 𝐌 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤,𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚
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You couldn’t help but stare. Dating Hyunjin was one thing but there was something about his hands. Not only was it the fact that they were ring cladded, but the veins in them seemed to pop completely as he played with the pencil that was currently twirling through his hands.
Memories flashed of them squeezing your thighs, as he pushed his cock deep inside of you. Or when he squeezed them around other people, just to tease, a signal to tell you that he was going to take you when he got you alone.
In your mouth. “Suck.” He would command you. It always seemed to make him moan when your tongue swirled around his fingers. “Oh, you’re such a good girl.” He would moan, sticking them deeper into your mouth, forcing you to gag on them.
When they were in you. It was a harsh, rapid pace. The rings around his fingers stretching you out, as the tips of his fingers curled against the soft, velvety spot. “Cum for me. Fucking cum.” He would command, as his fingers would vigorously work you to the edge.
Even if he was doing something normal. Like right now, he was just finishing rolling a joint and then he was twirling his knife. “What are you staring at?” He questioned, grabbing your attention.
You touched your neck. “Put your hand here.”
You didn’t have to tell him twice, his hand already squeezing at the lower column of your throat. “What? You can’t be serious right now.” He nearly scoffed, slightly surprised at your forwardness.
“Mhm, I am serious. Now, make me cum.” You said, your voice soft, legs sprawled out and pushing your underwear aside. Though it wasn’t a request, and for a moment, you thought that Hyunjin almost didn’t hear you. You wanted him to hear you though. Hear the command that only he could do.
As a silent reply his fingers dropped the pencil, immediately went to work, dancing across the bundle of nerves. The way that he toyed with you had left you panting, your mouth not been able to express how good you were feeling, unless it was moaning and whimpering out for him.
Unable to hold back a soft cry of sheer pleasure, you threw your head back. It felt like you were losing yourself in the sensations flowing through your body.
“Hearing those words come from your pretty mouth..” He paused, coming up to whisper the words in your ear. Without warning he tilted his head, to scrape his teeth against your neck. A moan tore throat you as his tongue soothed the red mark already forming at your pulse point. “…I’ll do whatever it takes to satisfy you because you’re mine.”
You didn’t care that you were a mess. You were his. His to pleasure and use as he wanted. All that mattered was Hyunjin and the pleasure that was building up in the pits of your stomach.
“Say my name when you cum.” He commanded, making sure that you knew which one of you was in control. “I want you to remember who’s making you feel this good.”
Before you could even thinking of replying, a searing pleasure shout through your body. Your hips jerked against him, and he tightened the hold he had on you as you rode out your high. His fingers never stopped though, continuing to work over you as you shuddered violently. “Say it baby.”
“Hyunjin” You breathed, your voice laced completely in lust. “Hyunnie…fuck.”
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sailorhyunjinz · 2 months ago
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𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ; SMUT! dom!hyunjin x sub!fem!reader, dacryphilia, piv, rough sex, restraints (ropeplay,,,ish,,,), daddy kink, nicknames, unprotective sex (be careful yall), possessiveness, praise, bit of impact play, degredation, orgasm (m/f), cum, PWP, creampie, fluffy ending.
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 1.1 k 
𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; ye ye! by my date @anxiousbobatea!~ hope u like it cutie >//<
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; BBR rough sex and hyunjin makes cherry cry,,, legit. also please when i write “rough sex” please note that it might contain material that may make some readers uncomfortable!!
also can cherry ever make a smut without a creampie? no never
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4. “I don’t really care if you cry” ; Lil Uzi Vert - XO Tour Llif3
𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.
𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.
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There wasn’t much you could do. Hyunjin had your hands tied in pretty purple rope in front of you, your figure lying on it’s back, your legs bent and spread open to grant the sweaty boy access to your tight cunt. Hyunjin was pushing your legs towards your torso, his leaking cock hitting places you barely knew were possible to reach. Your body jerked forward with every thrust, shrieking and moaning in pleasure as your boobs jiggled, nipples fully erect. Hyunjin leaned forward, his dick buried deep inside of you as he sucked on the shell of your ear, his plump lips dancing around the sensitive skin of your neck that was already decorated with countless marks, the dark haired boy claiming his territory. 
“jinnie c-can you p-please~" you whined out, every single word coming out in half-finished syllables, your voice quivering as you were spewing out nonsense, all your nerves sitting on edge, peering over your impending orgasm. 
“can i what princess? hm? do you want daddy to stop?” he growled, setting a pace with his thrusts that made the bed squeak. You were so lost in your headspace you didn’t know how to articulate words, it was as if you’d forgotten the entire alphabet from how good Hyunjin was pounding into you. A involuntary gasp left between your swollen lips, you had been nibbling on them until you drew blood since you didn’t want to let out your pathetically weak moans that only gave Hyunjin more confidence. He knew what he was doing to you and he loved every part of it.
“no,, p-please don’t stop daddy” you begged in that whiny voice that made Hyunjin’s head spin. You pulled on the restraints, wriggling around and causing a mess in the already messy bed but your tries were fruitless as Hyunjin grabbed you by your hips harshly, pulling you down the soft material of the bed that smelled of comfort and sex. He chuckled coldly, his deep voice vibrating through the dark walls of the bedroom. He could do whatever he wanted to you, you belonged to him. 
“you’re such a good girl for me y/n, hm? how much do you love me, princess?” he said with a snarky tone, his hips rolling against your in a quick pace, your hair matted from how roughly he treated you, his nails digging into the delicate skin that surrounded your hips. You nodded, feeling tears prickling the corners of your glossy eyes that were tightly squeezed shut from all the intense feelings coming from your core that was burning for a release. It was getting too much, you felt the warmth radiating to all parts of your body, your heart thumping as a salty tear rolled down your hot cheek, staining the bedsheets a darker color as it hit the cozy material beneath your trembling body.
This was another one of Hyunjin’s weaknesses.
“oh, is my baby crying? I don’t really care if you cry, y/n.” He sounded so harsh but his words had their effect on you causing you to let out a broken high-pitched moan that was the last drop before you came, your orgasm washing over your body like waves crashing against the shore. Your knees clashed together as you tried to close them before Hyunjin could overstimulate you further by thrusting his long twitching cock inside of you, making you scream loud enough to make him smirk devilishly, his soul tinting with lust by knowing that he’s the only one that can make you feel this good. Make you scream this loud. Make you his. 
You squirmed around, curling your toes in sensitivity. Hyunjin was not done with you for the night, removing his hands from your hips and slapping your erect nipples a couple of times before he put your legs together, holding them upright and fucking your hole that was leaking with your slick, coating Hyunjin’s mout-watering thick dick. His pace quickened, almost as if he was coaxing out a second orgasm from your already fucked out state, your chest heaving as you panted with tears staining his eyes, blurring your vision in the already dark room. 
“d-daddy,,, p-please cum in-inside me” you pleaded, stammering in a tiny voice. Hyunjin lulled his head backwards, his jaw slacking slowly as he thrusted in to you powerfully, hammering his cock deep inside you as he pushed your body against him by grabbing your legs. 
“be careful what you wish for, baby” he chuckled, temporarily removing one hand from your legs to brush through his long locks, tucking a piece of hair behind his pierced ear. You held onto your boobs, them bouncing viciously enough to hurt, pinching and twisting your nipples in a subby daze. 
“f-fuck princess, i’m gonna cum” he groaned above you causing you to plead like a poor puppy.
“p-please daddy!!” you said in a whimper, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. 
Hyunjin brutally slammed into you once last time before his white cum oozed into your swollen pussy, painting your walls white with his semen. The two of you moaned in unison, Hyunjin’s sweaty hands slowly letting go of your hand as his eyes rolled backwards, his entire jaw clenching as the veins on his neck popped out in pure arousal. He let go off your legs, them falling down on either side of his body immedietly from exhaustion, feeling shaky from the intense orgasm you experienced moments earlier. The cum leaked out from your hole, running downwards and staining the sheets, the substance turning getting cooler. 
The dark haired male falls down next to you, the weight of the bed shifting. He looks at you with twinkling eyes that were barely visible in the darkness of the room, turning to his side and leaving a kiss on your forehead, his touch still lingering all over your body. His lips diverted down to your cheeks, the plushy lips coming in contact with your wet cheek, Hyunjin kissing the tears away. 
“was i too rough, princess?” he whispers out, the sound of his voice alone could get you to whimper. You shake your head, answering “no” physically to which Hyunjin sighs in relief. 
“but you’ll tell me when you want me to stop, alright?”
You nodded once again, turning to face him and wrapping your arms around his slightly sticky body, wanting to be as close as possible. You nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck, taking in his musky scent. 
“i love you” 
You spoke softly, assuring him of his hard work and leaving small kisses on his neck. You pleaded that you could stay here forever. 
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seungisms · 3 months ago
[03:28] “P-Please, I can’t take it anymore.” Hyunjin didn’t pay any mind to the stammered begs that slipped past your swollen lips, tongue continuing it’s torment on your aching clit while keeping a firm grip on your trembling thighs, forcing them open in order to bury his head deeper between them. Blunt nails dug into the soft flesh, veins protruding from his hands once you started to fuss against his touch - the simulation he was inflicting onto your slick cunt proving too much for your sensitive form to handle. You were too fucked out and needy to care about the slight sting of your core, soft cries sounding against him and hips raising to follow his lips each time he dared pull away.
Your hands fisted at the pristine bedsheets, toes curling and brows furrowing in frustration as his tongue drew out your pleasure, steadily bringing you towards orgasm once again. Hyunjin’s sharp eyes studied your flustered self from between your legs, the sight of your spent body begging for more was enough to coax low groans from the blonde boy, the noise hitting against your folds and shocking your overly tender pussy before he resumed back to devouring your cunt. Wetness dripped out of your tight hole and mixed with his salvia, causing a messy pool to stain the insides of your thighs as the unrelenting movements of his jaw working against you caused you to further arch into his mouth; body craving more yet begging him to stop.
“Hyunjin, please! It’s too much.” Your whines continued to fall on deaf ears, his teeth now nipping and grazing at your puffy clit before eagerly sucking the nub between his plump lips, keeping your squirming hips pinned to the bed once he nibbled playfully on your slit. Your own lips parted slightly to protest his teasing, voice catching in your throat and leaving you powerless beneath him when he brought a long digit to your core, tracing and rubbing at the warms walls of your silky cunt. The pitiful begs you let out into the stifling room caused his cock to twitch against the confines of his jeans, yet he ignored the hardening of his length and simply basked in your desperation.
You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of yet another orgasm, his wet muscle fucking into your core and never ceasing it’s pleasurable torment - no matter how many times you insisted it was too much for your poor cunt to take - he simply pulled you further into his mouth, sucking greedily on the abused flesh. Hyunjin could tell from the bucking of your hips that you were close, the throbbing of his dick making his head dizzy as he let you grind against his tongue, glazed eyes drinking in your fucked out self.
Stray strands of hair curled and stuck around your flushed face, perfectly framing the look of utter pleasure contorting your pretty features. Your eyes glassy and unfocused, the brunt force of his unrelenting teasing reducing you to nothing but a needy whore beneath him, soft gasps tumbling from your tongue. His gaze followed the trail of sweat that gathered in the dips of your collarbones, highlighting the fresh marks he left across the soft skin earlier. Your chest heaved once he pressed his tongue flat against your folds, pressing hard into your nub and knuckles turning a pale white once his grip tightened on the flesh of your thighs, preventing you from fidgeting further away from him. Hyunjin hummed in approval once your hands slowly traveled up to your breasts, fingers softly pinching and nipping at your pert nipples and mouth falling open in silent cries from the extra stimulation.
You’re the picture of sinful perfection and he thought you never looked so beautiful.
“C’mon angel, just a little more.” His words were soft and loving, muttering encouragingly against your heat before attaching his mouth once again, tongue prodding into you and long fingers exploring every crevice and dent of your cunt. You could feel the knots inside your stomach tighten with each swipe of his tongue, becoming more greedy and messy than the last, his silent praises only edging you closer towards climax.
It wasn’t long before he had you cumming on his awaiting tongue, hips stilling their small ruts against his mouth and fingers tangling through his locks, legs trembling on either side of your lovers head. Despite your tired whines and drooping eyes, Hyunjin continued his abuse on your aching clit, nose nudging into the plushy flesh and strong hands keeping you still as he lapped up your sticky wetness, groaning lowly once your sweet taste invaded his tongue before pulling away from your twitching heat. The corner of his lips twitched up once he noticed you shying away from his touch, the loving smile a stark contrast to the glint of your liquids coating the entire lower part of his face, hair disheveled and knotted from your incessant tugging. Two long fingers dipped past your throbbing walls - the slight graze of his knuckles enough to cause you pull away with a pouty mewl - gathering up your wetness on the tips before tapping them softly against your lips, urging you to suck.
“Such a greedy girl.” His eyes never left the swirl of your tongue, a low groan ripping through his chest as he watched you eagerly suck his fingers dry of your own cum. Drool dripped past your tongue and coated his digits, the gloss you had applied to your lips hours before creating a sticky a mess. Hyunjin cursed you, cursed himself, cursed whatever god there was for how fucking angelic you looked choking on his fingers, thoroughly fucked out yet still begging for his dick.
A string of salvia followed the removal of his fingers and Hyunjin couldn’t keep but notice how awfully empty your lips looked without his cock or fingers shoved between them, but he put the thought aside as soon as you tugged like a brat on his belt, pleading him for one thing. You couldn’t stop your keen eyes from following the movement of his hands towards his buckle, a small chuckle slipping ripping through the room once he took note of your neediness; acting as though he wasn’t just as desperate to bury himself deep inside your heat. Your thighs rubbed together in anticipation despite the burning ache of your core, watching him slip out of the confines of his briefs, the fat head of his length swollen and leaking with pre-cum. The sight was utterly mouth-watering, however, you weren’t even gifted a moment to compose yourself before he was pushing past your plush walls, the feeling of your tight hole stretching around his thickness causing you to cry out and grasp his shoulders, hot open-mouthed kisses being placed against your neck as he eased into you.
“Relax. I’m not done with you just yet sweetheart.”
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thuderous · 2 months ago
sticking thighs
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pairing : hyunjin × female reader
word count : 3.6k
warnings : hard dom!hyunjin, daddy kink, thigh kink, pain kink, mention of masturbation, dirty talk, spitting, humiliation, degradation, slapping, use of the color system, finger sucking, praising, marking, oral (receiving), choking, unprotected sex (stay safe!), multiple orgasm (f), aftercare
summary : now that you're in a poly relationship you wanna know what you've been missing
wet hands | watched
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it's been a week. a week since you ended up having a threesome with your two best friend and a week since you couldn't stop touching yourself like some horny teenager.
the problem with you and your new boyfriends was, that they couldn't be with you all the time and so you ended up filling your clenching hole at least once a day, imagining that your fingers were there's. but of course, yours could never bring you half as much pleasure.
and since a week you couldn't stop recalling a special scenario in your head over and over again. the same scenario that took you over the edge and made you cum undone on your hand.
"i would love to fuck you dumb baby, trust me. but i think jeongin should have fun with you today, hm?"
you nodded as much as it was possible with hyunjin's harsh grip and said male brushed your lips with his before he whispered against your ear, his breath making you shiver. "maybe we can have fun alone another time"
you wanted it. you wanted now to be "another time" and you wanted hyunjin to hover over you again, making you dizzy with his kisses and you finally wanted to feel his dick inside of you.
you had it in your mouth, you knew he was big. and you just knew that he would fill you to the grid, his hips moving against yours in an pace that would make your eyes roll back. he was probably holding back when he fucked your throat, not wanting to hurt you.
actually, the thought of inviting hyunjin to your place was lingering in your head since a few days already, you're constantly starring at your phone, rethinking the whole idea over and over again.
you didn't needed to have sex with both of them all the time, you could have sex with one of them alone too. that's how a poly relationship works... or?
you didn't wanted to hurt jeongin, he was the one who always had a crush on you and started this whole relationship. but in the end your lust took over you and your fingers quickly moved over the display as you asked hyunjin if he wanted to sleep over.
an hour later you were laying in the living room against hyunjin's chest while said male played some game on the tv. you actually enjoyed watching him, but your mind didn't focused at all. now that your boyfriend was here you started to realize how much more complicated this whole situation was. vocalizing your needs was never one of your strengths and you didn't knew if hyunjin even wanted to have sex with you alone.
your mind constantly switched between asking hyunjin to fuck you and waiting until jeongin was home so you could do the dirty together. and when hyunjin started to move his thumb along your waist you finally decided what to do.
"hey.. jinnie?" you asked, your voice weak and you screwed yourself for being so easily affected. hyunjin looked at you while he paused the game, raising one brow when he realized the blush across your cheeks. "what's going on baby? is anything wrong?" oh screw this man for being so attractive.
having hyunjin's full attention on you made you feel way to small to actually process any words, so you decided that it was easier to just show him what you wanted. you gently placed your lips onto his, moving them slowly and way to delicated to your actually dirty plan.
hyunjin was confused at first, putting the controller aside and holding your waist, while you moved on top of him, your legs on either side of his waist. the kiss got heated in seconds and when you slowly started to hump against his abdomen the male pressed you into the couch instead, hovering over you while breathing heavy, his gaze dark.
"i see why you invited me over now, huh? are you so desperate to finally get filled again? want my cock so bad?"
his words hit right to your core and you couldn't do anything else than nod while you watched hyunjin smirk down at you, guiding his finger along your jaw while his gaze was on your lips. "open" he commanded and without a second thought you opened your mouth, already fully submissing to the male on top of you.
and then he spitted into your mouth.
his saliva was warm against your tongue and hyunjin didn't even needed to tell you to swallow it when you already felt it run down your troath. "what a nice whore you are, doing exactly what daddy wants without him even saying it, hm?"
hyunjin didn't knew that you had a daddy kink but you were sure that the way you whimpered made it pretty obvious. "what is it baby? do you want me to touch you?" his large hands found your thighs which were covered by your thin leggings and he squeezed them softly, loving the way you gasped, before he moved his thumb along the inside of your leg, just how he did it a week ago.
hyunjin kneeled between your legs, starring at your thighs and probably the wet patch between them. he kneads the soft flesh while you looked at him, taking in every single feature. the silver chains, the black earrings, his plump red lips, his dark dilated pupils, his black hair. you still didn't understood how you were so lucky to end up under him.
your gaze moved down, watching the way his arm muscles flexed slightly and how his t-shirt perfectly hugged his wide shoulders. when you looked down at his waist you could already see the painful looking tent that build up in his sweatpants.
he saw the way you stared at him, took your hand and placed it right on his erection, making you gasp softly. "this is what you do to me baby. making daddy hard only from the thought of finally fucking you dumb"
the whimper that left your lips sounded way to pathetic and the way you tried to clench your thighs together, only to be stopped by hyunjin's legs, made you look the same. the only thing you could do was stare up at him while you tried to give him some friction with your hand, which was still in his grip. and to your luck it worked.
a low groan left hyunjin's lips when you rubbed your hands along his bulge and he didn't made any intentions to stop you from it. instead he let go of your hand, letting you use it freely, while he hovered over you again, hiding his face in the crock of your neck. you thought it was cute, thought he became shy and that his dominant attitude broke caused of your smooth hands.
oh, how wrong you were.
"wanna suck my dick again baby? wanna taste me again? what a pathetic little slut you are, wanting nothing but daddy's cock" he whispered, right against your ear, his breathing hot when he moaned, rutting his hips against your hand for more friction.
you gasped, not expecting such dirty words from your angelic like boyfriend and especially not expecting the way they made your arousal gush out of your pussy.
"hyunjin i-"
and what you didn't expected as well was the strong pain you felt when his hand hit your thigh, making you moan out loudly and jump slightly. "f-fuck.."
hyunjin looked up at you, his eyes even darker than before and the smirk he was wearing made you clench around nothing. "you like that huh? you naughty bitch"
all you could do was nod when those words left his mouth. his hand, that was harshly slapping your thigh a few seconds ago, was now caressing it softly, a soft and cute gesture compared to the oh so dirty act.
"do you know how the color system works baby?" hyunjin asked suddenly, holding eye contact with you while you answered. "red means stop, yellow means give me a moment and green means keep going"
a small smile was plastered on his lips while he nodded. "what was this right now?", he asked again, his gaze fixated on your thigh while he pointed towards it with his head. you couldn't stop the smile that ghosted over your lips when you realized that he wanted to be sure that he's not doing anything you didn't wanted.
"green.. a 100% green"
"okay, that's good" hyunjin's gaze got back to your face and your smile disappeared as fast as it came when he continue. "and do you know why i did that baby?"
you didn't even wanted to know how dumb you looked in this moment, not even having the slightest clue what to answer to satisfy your extremely dominant boyfriend. but he already got you covered up.
a chuckle left his plump lips before he connected them to your earlobe, the hand that was caressing the outside of your thigh smoothly moved to the inside, way to close to your burning core and the fact that your underwear was already uncomfortably sticking against it didn't made this whole situation better. but what hyunjin decided to whisper against the crock of your neck gave you the rest.
"because it's daddy now baby, not hyunjin. and if you can't live with this simple rule i think i can't let you cum today" and with that his fingers were against your folds, moving slowly up and down and finally giving you the pleasure you wanted. or at least almost.
your leggings was soaked now and even tho hyunjin did wonders with his fingers, it didn't felt as good at it actually would. "d-daddy.. off" you mumbled, playing with the waistband of your leggings and hyunjin understood quickly, taking it off together with your underwear.
"let me taste that pretty pussy of yours, yeah? i didn't got the chance the last time" two of his fingers moved along your folds, making your hips jerk up caused of the sudden contact, before he held them in front of your mouth. "you know what to do baby, right?" he asked, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows while locking his eyes with you. you opened your mouth, not breaking the eye-contact for a second, while you took his fingers into your mouth, moving your tongue and sucking on them, until even the last bit of your juice was gone.
"just like that. what a good girl you are, hm? sucking my fingers like they are my cock"
you held his wrist to pull his fingers out of your mouth, so you could speak up. "want daddy's cock.. please" the whimper that left your mouth made hyunjin's dick twitch inside his pants.
"yeah? you want daddy's cock? let's see how obedient you can be while daddy eats you out and then we see if you deserve my pretty dick, okay? you're going to be a good girl for me, right?"
hyunjin's filthy words were messing with your head and all you could think about was his touch. you wanted to feel him in any kind of way, as long as he would finally touch you where you wanted him to be.
hyunjin placed his lips on your thighs, the marks he left there a week ago were already about to fade and he made sure that this wouldn't happen. he kneeled the soft flesh under his hands while he nibbled on it with his teeth, making you hiss because of both, pain and pleasure. his actions got right to your core, your arousal already dripping down to your ass and you felt like you would go crazy. hyunjin took his time with you, enjoying having you for him alone.
when his lips finally grazed along your folds you couldn't stop yourself and pushed your hips against him, finally wanting to feel the friction you have waited for so bad. you only realized what you did when you felt hyunjin's large hands gripping onto your waist to pin you down, keeping your ass on the couch.
"this is the only warning you get baby. stay still or you're going to regret it" and with that his tongue filled your hole, making you moan out and grip your hand into his hair. hyunjin let you do it tho, already way to far away with his mind caused of the way you felt against his tongue. "fuck, i can't believe jeongin got to taste you before i did"
he was so good with his tongue, licking your juice out of your hole like it's his favourite smoothie while the grip he had on your waist slowly got gentler, his thumb now moving small circles on your hot skin. when he started to focus his attention on your clit you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer.
"d-daddy, close.." you whimpered, your hand letting go of his hair to grip on the cushion of the couch instead, afraid to hurt his sensitiv scalp. "yeah? you wanna cum on daddy's tongue, leaking your juice all over daddy's face? do it baby, show me how good i make you feel"
his dirty words took you over the edge, your back arching when you came against hyunjin's mouth, your eyes closed shut while his name left your lips in a delicated moan.
hyunjin's lips were on yours in seconds, making you taste yourself and moan into the kiss. you could feel the way he started to smirk once your hand found the hem of his shirt, finally wanting him to undress so you could see and feel his godlike body again.
a chuckle left his lips once he broke the kiss to take his shirt off, just how you wanted. "you really are desperate for me, huh?" he wanted to lean back over you but you stopped him, pointing at his sweatpants. "this too!"
you should know what you said was dumb. hyunjin was a tease and when he tilted his head to the side you knew that you fucked up. "all you want is daddy's big cock, huh? you won't even admire his worked out body anymore, all you see is my cock. what a slut you are, seriously" he shook his head, before he harshly gripped your jaw, making you wince. the way he looked you in the eyes made you get wet all over again, the couch was probably already ruined with your juice, but neither of you cared. "am i right? are you a filthy slut, who's only thought is to get filled by my cock?"
you wanted to nod, wanting to agree, but only then you realized why he held your jaw in place. he wanted you to use your words. he wanted to hear it.
"d-daddy's right. want your cock, want you to fill me up. mh, pretty sure you feel way better than jeongin, fucking me better than he ever could"
"you little-"
you got him. you knew you got him by the way he quickly pulled his sweatpants down, tossing them on the ground together with his boxer, his dick springing free and hitting his abdomen, rock hard, the tip already being painfully red. hyunjin didn't wasted any time to hover over you again, brushing against your folds and positing himself before he looked at you.
one of his hands found their way to your troath, not applying any pressure yet. "color?" he asked, his dark, lust filled eyes going soft for the first time since you both started, showing his actually soft nature. but you were already way to far gone, mind to clouded with the thought of him fucking you into the pillows behind you.
"green, fucking green. and now fuck me already"
you didn't needed to tell him twice, his dick pushing into you while he finally applied pressure to your neck, choking you in the perfect way.
hyunjin didn't even bottomed you out and you already needed to tell him to stop moving, being a little embarrassed over saying it. but the ego boost you gave him with that was immaculate. "aww, my poor little baby, can't take daddy's dick. it's to big for you, hm? how pathetic"
you couldn't hide the way his words affected you. cause even if you tried, hyunjin felt the way you clenched around his dick. and he loved it.
"shit, baby you're so thight. i can't believe i've been missing out on this"
he slowly moved out of you, leaving his tip inside, before he pushed himself back inside, a little bit deeper than he was before. your arousal gushed out of you, hyunjin's dick glistening wet.
you slowly got used to his size, him slowly hitting deeper and deeper with every slow trust he made, both of you grunting and moaning caused of the euphorial feeling. it took you good two minutes before you finally felt his hips hitting against your clit.
"s-shit baby, you're doing so good, taking all of me, hm? does it feel good baby? finally getting filled how you wanted?" you weren't able to process words, didn't knew what to say beside of whimpering. you never had such a big dick inside of you, not even your toys were as big as he was.
hyunjin was patient, staying in his position deep inside of you until you told him that he could start moving. he started slow, pulling himself halfway out before back inside, a soft moan leaving your mouth every time he grazed your g-spot. hyunjin was a vocal person, not only with talking but also with his sounds. he groaned low, music in your ears, while his hands left your neck to hold onto your hips. you felt that he was holding back, the way he groped the flesh on your waist to hold himself back from moving faster. but you knew you could take it, felt the pain turning into pleasure with every new trust.
"daddy, please~" it was almost not audible, the way your words left your mouth in a small whimper, but hyunjin still heard them. "what baby? tell daddy what to do to make you feel good"
"don't hold back.. c-can take it" your eyes closed shut when you felt one of hyunjin's hands on your thighs again, slightly slapping on the sensitive skin just to feel you clench around him again. you never knew that you had a pain kink, but the more hyunjin hit your sensitive skin the more you liked it.
"yeah? you think you can take it baby? i won't hold back once i start" you opened your eyes when you felt his hand on your jaw again, looking him into the eyes to give him your full permission. you always wanted to push your own limits and you knew that you could do it with him. you trusted hyunjin.
once he was completely sure that you were okay with it he started to smirk, slightly squeezing your cheeks. "tongue out" he commanded and you could feel his dick twitch inside of you when you did what he wanted without a second thought. he once again spitted into your mouth, his saliva collecting on your tongue and when you swallowed it he groaned. "good slut"
hyunjin's stroke got quicker in seconds, your head now bouncing against the pillows behind you and hyunjin's hands were on your thighs again to support himself. you already could feel your second climax rising, still being sensitive from the first one. "d-daddy.. wanna c-cum"
you couldn't completely process what happened when hyunjin pulled out of you to turn you around, giving him full sight of your ass. he pushed himself back inside and placed his hand on your clit, rubbing it stimulating. "then cum for me slut, show me how good i make you feel"
the new position made hyunjin hit deeper and way harder then he was before, making you basically scream in pleasure. the neighbors probably hated you by now but neither of you cared. hyunjin felt his orgasm coming near as well, grabbing your neck again to pull you against his chest. he started to suck on your shoulder, his breathing hot against your skin whenever he moaned out loud and his hand on your clit didn't stopped for a second.
your mind was way to dizzy, you almost didn't realized that you came on hyunjin's dick, his name leaving your mouth without a break while said male groaned loudly against your ear while he spilled his white cum inside of you. his trust slowed down, riding out your highs before he let go of your neck, making you collapse in front of him.
he pulled out slowly, his cum immediately leaking out of you and onto the couch, and his hands were soft and gentle against your skin when he turned you around and laid his head on your chest. you breathed fast, while hyunjin draw small patterns onto your stomach, both of you trying to calm down from the filthy sex you just had on the couch.
neither of you said a word, the only thing being heard were heavy breaths before hyunjin decided to break the silence. "was that to much?"
you looked at him only to see that he starred down before you took his face into your hands, his hair slightly sticking onto his skin. his expression was soft, worried, nothing like the hyunjin you saw just a few minutes ago.
"i'm not lying when i say that this was the best sex i ever had, hyunjin. don't worry about anything, i would've said something if it was to much" you placed a short kiss onto his lips, feeling how he started to smile before he placed his hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers.
"so.. you like it rough, huh?" hyunjin couldn't hide the playful smirk that ghosted over his lips and when you started to smack his shoulder he started to laugh.
"want me to run us a bath?"
"that would be great"
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