pairing — changbin x reader
genre — smut 18+
word count — 6.4 word of pure smut
warnings — bodyguard!changbin, bratty!reader, slight bulging kink, female masturbation, oral (m), squirting, slight voyeurism, degradation, humiliation, overstimulation, salirophilia, use of petnames, slight corruption kink, very very mild impact play, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, cum eating, body cumshot, breeding kink, creampie.
note — i think this one came out way more filthy than other things i have written, but i am happy with it. it has more smut than actual plot and even though i thought it was going to end up being a timestamp drabble, i got too carried away? anyways, i hope you enjoy! sorry for it being too long. please remember that english is not my first language and if there are any grammar mistakes, i will correct them asap. and on the note, since i am writing about changbin, i have received several asks about shoot me. i should update it soon, i know! i did face a writers block while doing it and, even though i wrote a fairly amount of things, i havent been able to open my drive because i feel like it doesn't meet my expectations lmfao, i am indeed procrastinating. but i do feel sad reading those asks because i want to give you all a closure, so i will work hard.
"come on, let me out" you yelled in exasperation, banging on the door several times to attract changbin's attention, "i'll be back before midnight, i promise".
"your parents gave me strict orders that i must follow" he limited to respond, standing outside of your bedroom door while scrolling through his phone.
"oh, come one" you hissed, throwing your high-heels around the room, "you are so fucking annoying".
changbin smiled to himself, thinking that he was finally going to have a moment of peace. but, out of all the people in the world, he knew well that peace and your name couldn't even be spelled in the same sentence.
he had been working with you and your family for months now, usually while having them around. he would often drop and pick you up at the university campus, he would accompany you to all your weekend hangouts with friends and made sure that you didn't get on trouble nor danger.
as if your parents were not annoying enough, forcing you to have someone behind your back at all times, it was their profession who always had them on alert. being successful lawyers who did all the dirty work no one wanted to do came with consequences that forced them to be prepared with whatever, that being the main reason behind them being uptight.
"you can wait for me outside the party" you mumbled against the door once again, hoping to get changbin's attention for him to unlock it, "i promise i will behave".
"your parents are out of town and they told me you weren't allowed to go out. not even out of your room because of that last time you escaped to go to your friend's house and returned 3 days later." changbin replied with a serious tone, resting his head on the wall behind him while your last words rubbed him in a way that they didn't need to.
i promise i will behave.
"then, can you hang out with me?" you queried from the other side of the door, one of your brows arched eager to hear his response.
however, it wasn't what you expected.
"y/n, please let me do my work".
"god," you groaned in frustration, kicking the mattress of your bed, "it must suck to be 23 and be as bitter and boring as you are".
changbin scoffed at your comment. it wasn't that he was a bitter or boring man, but he understood that that was only the part you knew about him. he strived to be completely responsible and professional at his job so he couldn't go around doing things that could get him in trouble or damage his image in front of his bosses.
having a close relationship with you being one of them.
"changbin, i am hungry" you mumbled once again, waiting for him to open the door so you could storm out of your room before he could catch you.
as far as you were concerned, there were not many of your father's bodyguards that night since they all traveled abroad with him so trying to escape from just one wasn't going to be such a hard task. it wasn't like you hadn't done it before.
"order something and i will pick it up for you, then i will bring it into your room" he responded, again, unbothered.
"can i go to the kitchen?" you inquired, resting your head on the cold surface of the door.
changbin lifted his gaze up from his phonescreen, wondering if he was being too harsh on you. even though your parents did tell him to keep an eye on you, they never mentioned anything about you being around the house as long as he was there with you.
locking his phone and carefully placing it on the pockets of his black pants, one of his hands reached out for the keys to your bedroom and proceeded to unlock the door.
as soon as you heard the noise, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. isn't he so naive?
he opened the door slowly, looking at you to see any kind of impulsive action or weird behavior. however, you just stood there in front of him with your pink tight dress on, your leather purse in one hand and your high-heels on the other.
"i will be back at midnight, alright?" you rushed to say, pushing him away from the door so you could start running downstairs and leave by the kitchen door.
however, you underestimated how qualified changbin was to do the work of a bodyguard. it didn't took him more than 5 seconds to approach you and grab you by the waist, your hands being forced to drop both your purse and your shoes at the start of the staircase.
"didn't you say you were going to behave?" he groaned as you struggled to run away from his grip.
for a minute, as much as you were embarrassed of admitting it, you didn't wanted to stop struggling against him.
feeling his body pressed against yours with such strength was turning you on. his arms around your waist and your arse brushing against his crotch was something that you were most definitely not going to forget. the way his heavy breathing sounded in your ears along with the smell of his cologne was as heavenly as you ever imagined it to be.
"you are just a little brat who doesn't know how to follow orders," he grunted, picking your body up and walking you back to your room.
and, even though your mission failed atrociously, you were not completely upset.
you were still going to have fun that night, although your plans had changed.
"get to sleep," changbin panted while forcing you inside of your room, closing the door as soon as you stepped foot in it, "and stop talking to me".
you rolled your eyes in annoyance, feeling how your whole body burned just by the few seconds you were close to changbin.
saying he was attractive was an understatement, and saying that his only charms were physical traits was a lie. there was so much to him that you couldn't understand, and you realized how difficult it was going to be having him around since the very first day your father introduced him as your personal bodyguard.
his smile, his voice, his hands, his body, the way he dressed, talked, acted and smelled... all of him was an invitation for you to dive into your filthiest and darkest fantasies, ones that you wouldn't even dare to say out loud because of how embarrassing they were.
you had always dreamed about him in between your legs, making you cum while having you begging for more and more. and, even though you had thought about approaching him with such an indecent proposal, it was very rare to be left completely alone with him in an intimate space.
until tonight, of course.
"if you are not letting me go out," you sighed, collapsing in your bed with your back resting on the mattress and your eyes fixed on the ceiling, "can you at least help me?"
"what do you need?" he queried, still outside of your door.
"i was going to meet up with someone," you mumbled, stretching your whole body on top of the bed, "you know..."
"since you are not giving me permission to go out, it's only fair that you take care of the job" you pouted, your right hand caressing your whole body on top of the thin, pink fabric of the dress you were wearing as you awaited for his reponse.
"get to sleep," he replied, the tone of his voice dropping while closing his eyes, bringing back the memory of your body in that short dress, "read a book, i don't know-"
"i am not in the mood for that," you slightly wined, your nipples getting harder under your underwear begging to be touched, "just come into my room".
"you know i can't do that, y/n" he spoke. this time though, you could feel the torture in his voice. you knew he needed it just as much as you so, with the right amount of pressure, it was going to be easy for him to give in.
"there is no one around," you mumbled, spreading your legs opened while your digits caressed your wetted slit, "and i promise not to tell anyone so, what's stopping you?"
no response from him.
"they gave you strict orders for not letting me out of the house but they never said anything about fucking their daughter, am i right?" you queried once again, your fingers teasing to pull your own panties to the side, "i don't understand why you wouldn't fulfill my plea".
"my job is to take care of you," he hissed, his head slightly banging on the wall behind him as he tried his hardest to maintain his posture, "nothing else."
"then take care of me properly," you replied, feeling a tension growing in your lower back that just needed to be released, "come inside and take care of me".
"or is it that i am not attractive?," you rushed to say, thinking about how you were going to play your cards this time around. "if you don't want to fuck me because i am not your type, just say so, you don't need to make up excuses about your job".
"get to sleep, yeah?" he repeated again, his eyes closed shut while your words lingered on his mind over and over again.
"is that it? you don't find me attractive?" you insisted, running your fingers along your wet panties. "that's such a pity, because i find you incredibly attractive".
changbin's cock twitched inside of his pants, feeling light-headed because he never thought he would hear those words coming out of your lips.
"you are so, so, so attractive changbin" you whined, sliding your panties to your side while your digits got coated in your own juices, "just now, when you were forcing me back into my room, i got so wet".
changbin swallowed hard at your words, all the blood in his body traveling down to one particular point.
"if you don't want to fuck or see me," you panted, spreading your legs even more, "can you at least hear how i touch myself thinking of you?"
"y/n, please don't tempt me" changbin whispered, but it wasn't loud enough for you to hear it.
"just listen to me," you moaned, pumping two of your fingers inside your cunt, "how bad i need someone to fill up my holes".
changbin's erection was starting to hurt inside of his tight pants and he couldn't ignore the uncomfortable, yet arousing feeling of being hard.
"are you hard already, changbin?" you questioned with a whine, rubbing circles on your clit with one hand while the other worked on your cunt.
changbin's hand traveled instinctively to his bulge, palming and teasing himself while he struggled to keep his mind clear.
"come on," your lewd noises were coming out louder than before and he was on the brink of opening that door just to see you. no touching, no fucking, not anything else. he just wanted to admire you and move on, just to stop torturing his mind thinking about how could you possibly look while playing with yourself, "please come and fuck me, my fingers aren't enough".
the mixture of your words, his heavy breathing, fast heartbeats, growing bulge and dizzy mind drove him to take one of the worst decisions he could ever take that night: opening the door.
and there you were, laying with your dress slightly pulled up and your legs spreaded, two of your fingers buried deep into your cunt while your hips bucked mercilessly against nothing.
"see, i know you were smart," you panted, licking your lips without breaking the eye-contact with him, "it is more fun when you get to look, isn't that right?"
changbin's gaze fixed on your glistening cunt that was practically ready to be used, admiring how your digits got lost inside of it wishing it was his big cock instead.
"it feels so good," you moaned, your eyes falling to the pleasant sight of his bulge under his pants, "but i bet you would feel ten times better".
changbin licked his lips with both of his hands inside the pockets of his pants, not caring to hide his growing erection at all. the more he saw you and listened to your whines, the more prominent and uncomfortable it got.
slowly, his hand started to caress his bulge on top of the fabric of his pants, the scene ending up being way more filthy than you could ever imagine.
"i know you want to fuck me," you moaned, moving your hips against the mattress while you fucked yourself, "why do you keep resisting it?"
changbin's serious demeanor wasn't unusual, but still- you couldn't help but feel frightened by the way he was looking at you. he looked even more intimidating than he usually did and, as much as you loved it, you didn't know what to expect from it.
"please changbin-" you cried while bucking your hips against your fingers, increasing the pace of them, "don't you want to fuck me? don't you want to know how it feels to be inside my pussy?"
the thing that had him on edge the most was how wet you were. the lewd noises your fingers made everytime they fuck themselves into you had him seeing stars, thinking about how delicious you would feel while clenching around him.
the only thing stopping him from fucking you was himself. and god, how much he hated himself for that.
"i am so close," you whispered, closing your eyes and letting your head fall down onto the pillow, "fuck, i am going to cum".
it was only after hearing those words that he decided to act on them, slowly walking towards your opened legs and placing one of his hands on your thigh, the tip of his digits barely touching your skin but still managing to send shivers down your spine.
"please make me cum" you begged, still with your eyes closed and your sore fingers sloppily working on your cunt, "i need you to be the one who makes me cum, please".
changbin couldn't control himself any longer. you were on full disposal for him, wet and ready to be used as he pleased. the way your pussy and asshole throbbed at the anticipating orgasm had him on edge, his bulge starting to feel unpleasantly painful while the need of it to be released grew stronger.
"make yourself cum," he mumbled for the first time in a while, "or is that something too hard for you to do on your own?"
your heart sank at his words, the desire of making yourself cum for him growing bigger and bigger by the second.
"go on," he hissed, slapping your thigh softly, "prove to me how much you want to have those holes filled".
you arched your back against the mattress, eyes turning white while they rolled to the back of your head. changbin's soft slaps increased their roughness, making you scream in pain right before cumming for him.
"is this getting you on?" he queried, holding your leg with one hand while the other alternate between your thighs, slapping them, "you filthy slut".
it was those words what made you reach your climax, moaning in pleasure and pain while you tried to close your legs and withdraw your hand from your cunt. nonetheless, he was quick to stop you.
"you were begging just a few seconds ago to be fucked and yet one orgasm is all you can take?" changbin asked, forcing both of your legs open while you were still at the highest point of your climax, "make yourself cum again".
"i can't-" you shyly cried, every single friction becoming overstimulating for your sore cunt. changbin was mad and, as wicked as that was, it only made him ten times hotter to your eyes.
"you made yourself cum once and you can't keep on going," he scoffed, keeping both of your red thighs opened for him, "what makes you think you will be able to take my cock properly?"
your back arched again, feeling the painful pulsations every time you rubbed your digit against your bundle of nerves.
"can you h-help me?" you whispered, realizing that your second orgasm wasn't that far from happening but you were just too sensitive to keep on touching yourself on your own.
he dragged his fingers lazily from your thighs all the way to your drenched core, even the slightest touch of his digits making you buck your hips in anticipation, "i'll only help you if you promise to keep that pretty mouth shut the rest of the night".
"you know i can't do that", you scoffed, the soft laugh getting lost in a painful whine.
"if you are not going to shut up," changbin groaned, two of his fingers sliding inside your throbbing cunt making you let out a faint cry, "then make sure to put on a good show for me".
you rolled your hips against his fingers, voluntarily clenching around them just to tease changbin even more. your digits kept on working on your bundle of nerves, trying to maintain the same steady pace changbin was fucking you with his fingers.
"can i tell you a secret?" you weakly whispered, trying your best to keep both of your eyes open, "can i?"
"tell me" he mumbled, biting his lower lip while the veins on his neck and arms became more prominent.
"no one has ever made me cum before," you panted, rolling your head back while you felt the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure, "and i mean it".
changbin tilted his head, letting out a smug smile while he curled his fingers inside your walls, automatically hitting that sweet spot that made your hand grab onto the bed sheets.
"my dumb slut," he hissed, leaning towards you without stopping his work on your cunt, "is it that you are hard to satisfy or that the cocks you fucked didn't know how to treat you properly?"
he curled up his fingers one more time, making you close your legs around his arm almost instantly, "i am guessing the second one".
"changbin-" you moaned, wrapping both of your hands against his wrist between your thighs, "fuck, changbin".
"do you want me to stop?" he whispered near your ear, his deep voice making your whole body tremble, "or do you want me to keep on going?"
"slow-" you cried, trying to hold back your orgasm, "fuck, i-"
however, he didn't followed your request. instead of slowing down, his fingers acquired a much faster and deeper pace, brushing against your g-spot every time they reached the deepest spots in your cunt.
"changbin, i am cumming" you cried, trying to push his hand away from you but he was much more stronger, "changbin-"
and before you could say or do anything else, your arousal started dripping out of you like never before. it made a mess everywhere, on your panties, on your bedsheets and on changbin's arm that was now glistening with your arousal.
"oh my fucking god" you moaned, covering your face with both hands while his digits ran along your wetted slit trying to collect the most of your orgasm, "i am sorr-"
his fingers parted your lips and pushed themselves inside your warm mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. "clean them up," changbin commanded, his swollen lips slightly parting at the same times yours did, "all the way down to my knuckles".
with tears in your eyes and trembling body, your tongue collected all of your arousal off of his fingers.
this was another whole side of him, one that you never thought it existed. he had always been a sweet and caring man around your parents, serious when he needed to be and, most importantly, very professional about his job. whenever he wasn't working, he seemed to be a pretty decent man with a pretty decent life.
yet, just like you, he had a filthy side that you never thought you would discover before.
"undress yourself for me" he pleaded, wanting to have you all naked for himself. it didn't took you long to fulfill his request, taking off your panties, dress and bra.
"i bet you can take one more orgasm, can't you?" he groaned while pulling his fingers out of your mouth, his words making you tremble under him almost immediately.
you looked at him with hesitant eyes, wanting to keep on going but afraid that three orgasms a night was about pretty much you could handle. as much as you loved the feeling of his fingers fucking your cunt harshly, you wanted something else.
something he could give you.
"i want you to fill my mouth," you whispered in between gasps, your needy eyes making changbin feel a thousand different sensations in just one moment.
"since you are so good with words to the point that you can't shut up," he hissed, gripping a fistful of your hair and forcing your head to keep the eye contact with him, "why don't you describe me exactly what tou want?"
suddenly, you felt shy. the teasing and bratty y/n disappeared as soon as changbin asserted his dominance on you, making you cum for the first time that night by just slapping your thighs and whispering filthy words.
"word by word, i want to hear those filthy thoughts of you out loud," he commanded, "i want you to realize how pathetic you sound while begging for me".
you licked your lips as tears started to prick in the corners of your eyes due to the embarrassment but, as much as you wanted to deny it, it was turning you on maybe a bit too much.
"i want to be kneeling in front of you," you mumbled with broken words, still feeling your cunt throbbing, "and i want you to force your cock inside my mouth until i am gagging and crying around it".
"keep on going" he ordered, unzipping his pants with his available hand and pulling them down to reveal his hardened erection.
"i want you to fuck my face until i beg for you to stop" you sighed, your eyes fixed on his erection. it was big, bigger than you had anticipated, "i want you to degrade me while you use my mouth over and over again".
"arent you a cute little fucktoy?" he queried, kneeling on the bed while he aligned his length with your mouth, "when was the last time you fucked?"
"a while ago" you admitted, feeling his soft tip parting your lips.
"i can tell," he replied, caressing your hair and pushing it away from your face, "only a slut in heat would touch herself for people to hear".
without giving you a proper warning, he thrusted his cock inside your warm hole, making your whole body squirm on the bed. "be a good fucktoy and take it all in" he groaned, letting out small sighs each time his cock reached a deepest spot in your mouth.
slowly, he pulled out only to slam his hips again with the same intensity and roughness than the first time, making you gag and cough around his length.
"i want to see those pretty eyes filled with tears" he mumbled, "if by the end you are not crying, i will make sure to keep fucking that slutty mouth until you are".
you nodded eagerly against him, taking him all in one more time. one of your hands traveled to his cock, wishing to stroke the parts that couldn't fit in your mouth, but he was quick to stop you.
"use those hands to make yourself cum again," he clicked his tongue, grabbing them by the wrists and pushing him away, "i want to feel every single one of your moans around me".
you didn't think it was physically possible for you to keep going but you were determined to show changbin that you deserved to be fucked by no other than him.
just like the first time, you drove both of your hands to your aching cunt. your helpless fingers collected your previous orgasm as a lubricant and started to fuck your throbbing pussy once again. one hand worked on your cunt while the other paid attention to the clit, wanting to reach your orgasm as fast as possible.
"you are so good with your tongue," he groaned, his head falling slightly back while his lower lip got caught in between his lips, "who taught you to suck cock that good? you filthy slut".
he continued on pounding his lenght inside you, glancing at the way your fingers got lost inside your cunt while your moans and cries were being drown by his cock.
"i bet you parents are so proud of you," he hissed, pushing your head further onto his lenght, "their good, pure and innocent daughter turned out to be the best slut i have ever used".
you couldn't help but clench around your own fingers while listening to his words, feeling ashamed of how good it felt to be degraded by him.
"i am going to make a mess out of you," he groaned, increasing the pace of his thrusts unside your mouth. "and you are going to enjoy every second of it, understood?"
with teary eyes you nodded against him, feeling that familiar tension on your lower abdomen and back indicating that you were getting closer to your climax.
however, changbin had fantasies in mind that he wanted to fulfill.
his thrusts started to get faster, the movements of his hips against your mouth sloppier and the frequency at which groans and moans escaped his lips only indicated that he was one second away from his sweet release.
"fuck, y/n," he hissed, pulling his cock out of you while he stroke himself. you wanted to cry and protest, thinking about how much you wanted him to fuck you. but still, the minute his sticky arousal landed on your face and chest, you couldn't help but return to be a mindless mess.
nonetheless, he didn't stop there. gripping a fistful of your hair again, and after cumming over your face and neck, he thrusted his cock inside of your mouth one more time to finish cumming down your throat with a loud groan.
"don't you dare to waste it" he groaned, pushing your head to the base of his length to make sure that his cum wasn't going to leak out of you, "swallow all of it and show me your clean mouth afterwards".
you did as you were told, taking his orgasm completely into your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him that you had heen obedient.
"good slut" he mumbled, pulling himself completely away from you and leaving you laying in your bed, covered in his cum while you still attempted to reach your own orgasm.
"do you want me to fuck you?" he queried, standing on the edge of the bed, admiring how filthy you looked. you nodded eagerly, not bothering to clean up the mess he made on your face and breasts. "then turn me on again," he ordered, his hand working on his half-hardened length.
you touched yourself for him one more time, sticking out your tongue to lick the rest of his arousal that was sitting on your lips.
it didn't took him long for his erection to appear again, dragging his eyes all over your body while you relentlessly bucked your hips against your digits. seeing you all covered in his cum while you continued on fucking yourself just because he ordered you to was such a pleasant scene for him.
every day you acted like a little spoiled brat who had everything she wanted with a snap of a finger and, to be completely honest, you used to get on his nerves constantly because of it. seeing you completely fucked dumb, all dirty and ruined with your cunt exposed for him and the neediness to be filled with his cock felt both like heaven and hell.
he shouldn't be fucking with you, yet here he was.
"changbin, i want to cum" you cried, the sounds of your wetness contributing to his growing erection, "can i cum? please, please, can i cum?"
changbin couldn't help but smile fondly at your words. you were asking for his permission to cum, even when you didn't need to.
"look at me," he demmanded, stroking himself while he watchef you falling apart, "don't close your eyes while you are cumming, i want you to look at me".
you nodded weakly, feeling already your own juiced coating your digits. keeping your eyes opened while orgasming was such a hard task for you, but you were determined to fulfill it only to make him proud.
"i am cumming" you barely whispered, your eyes rolling back slightly while you did your best to look at him.
"how does it feel, y/n?" he questioned, approaching your body that was agressively shaking at the overstimulation of another orgasm, "how does it feel to be covered in my cum while you fuck yourself like a pathetic slut in heat?"
"it feels good" you groaned, both of your eyes closing due to the overwheming sensation of your high, "it feel so good, i feel so good".
changbin smiled at your frustration, admiring how your body twitched every few seconds after overcoming your high. needless to say, you had completed your task sucesfully.
even so, it was inevitable for him not to worry about you. after 3 orgasms, it was expected for you to feel weak and tired and, as much as he wanted to fuck you, he needed to make sure that you wanted it as well.
he had no problem on ending the scene right there, walking towards your bathroom to get a couple of tissues to clean you up.
"changbin?" you sighed, opening your eyes confused as he swept away the rest of his arousal off of your face and breasts.
"tell me, y/n"
"i don't deserve my reward for being an obedient slut?" you queried, a faint smirk appearing on the corners of your lips while changbin looked at you in awe. if he thought he had good resistance when it came to sexual encounters, you were definitely on another level.
"you came 3 times and you still want more?" he questioned, returning back to his previous instance.
"i told you," you mumbled, looking directly at him, "no one has ever been able to make me cum before and i am getting addicted the feeling of it".
changbin scoffed, putting away the rest of the tissues and undressing himself in front of you. and god, was he fine.
"you are such a well-trained slut," he sighed, getting in between your legs while he left kisses all over your abdomen and breasts, "you really have me considering risking my job just to be able to make you mine every fucking day".
you moved your hips in circular motions against him, feeling the tip of his cock brushing against your already abused bundle of nerves.
you let out a deep sigh, clenching around nothing while he leaned on to your body even more. both of your arms locked behind his neck, pulling him even more towards you.
"can you imagine us?" you mumbled, your lips teasing his, "fucking at my college campus, at your car, at a restaurant, at the movie theater or at the fitting room of every shop we visit? after all you are my bodyguard, your job is to follow me around 24/7"
"is that what you need?" he queried, tilting his head and crashing his lips agsinst yours ever so slightly, just to give you a taste of him, "having your holes filled every single day?"
you nodded slightly, your fucked out gaze fixed on his. "i want to be your personal slut" you whispered, dragging your tongue along his lower lip, "i want you to use me as you please, i want you to boss me around and give me orders because i am willing to do anything just to please you".
"you are such an adorable slut," he hissed, burying the tip of his thick cock inside you, earning a gasp out of you, "i bet you are always wet and ready to be used by anyone who sticks their filthy hands in your panties".
you arched your back against him, feeling your walls stretching as he thrusted himself deeper and deeper inside you.
"you are taking my cock so well for a slut that can barely take her own little fingers," he groaned, grinding his teeth while he felt your tight walls welcoming him.
due to the soreness and overstimulation, it took you a while to be able to take his cock properly. giving you forehead kisses and desperately squeezing your hand each time his cock went inside you, you couldn't help but feel even more turned on at this facet of him.
"god you are dripping," he mumbled once his hips were able to start acquiring a steady peace without hurting you, "3 orgasms aren't enough for a needy cockslut like you?
you shook your head while pouting, feeling the need to hold his body against yours because the feeling was way more intense than before.
"don't do that," he groaned after feeling both of your legs locking at his lower back, forcing himself even deeper inside you, "or else i am not pulling out".
"who said i wanted you to pull out?" you moaned, locking your legs around him even harder. a mischievous smile appeared in your face as soon as you saw changbin's countenance changing back to his dominant self.
"you can't get more of a cumslut, can you?" he hissed, the pace of his hips increasing while his words came out more as growls rather than mumbles, "you are practically begging for me to fill you up with my cum".
"fuck yes" you whined, buring yourself in the crook of his neck, "don't act like your perverted mind hasn't think about me that way".
changbin continued on fucking you, the tip of his length reaching that spot inside your walls that had your toes curling up and your hips bucking at a specific angle against him.
"good thing you know," he groaned, the sounds of skin hitting skin along with the lewd noises and words flooding out your whole room, "everytime you wore those cute short dresses out, all i was able to do was jerk off in the car thinking about how much i would love to take you right there and breed you over and over again".
"you pervert," you whined, feeling just the right tension starting to build uo one last time, "instead of doing your job- you spent your time masturbating to the thought of me" you sighed in between broken words and moans.
"you just looked to good," he continued, biting his lower lip and closing both of his eyes while recalling the memory of your pure image being ruined by his filthy thoughts, "all i wanted was to see my cum dripping out of your pussy and making a mess on those short dresses you love to wear".
"fuck, changbin" you moaned, clenching around him while you listened to his dirty words, "just like that, please".
"does my cock fill you up good?" he questioned, resting his weight in his forearms just to be able to see your pretty face all fucked up and your tits bouncing each time he pounded his cock inside you, "get used to it, because from now on i will be fucking you whenever i please".
"yes, fuck yes, yes, yes," you repeated over and over again, having one of your hands against your hardened nipples while the other rubbed against your aching clit, "i am so close".
"cum for me," he ordered, increasing the roughness of his movements, "show me how grateful you are for this cock".
it was almost embarrassing how it didn't took you long to reach your orgasm, painfully moaning against your body while you cursed under your breath over and over again.
"keep on clenching that cunt around me," he ordered, the words barely coming out of his lips by how tensed his jaw was, "prove to me that you deserve my cum inside that pretty hole of yours".
and even though your body was too fucked out and weak to respond on its own, you tried your best to follow his request. moving your hips mercilessly against him, whining his name over and over again begging for his cum and keeping the eye contact with him throughout the whole moment was everything he needed to milk himself inside of you.
"don't. you. dare. to. waste. it" he grunted, pounding his cock inside of you at the end of each word, "be a good slut and keep it all inside that pretty body".
he continued on slamming his cock just a few more times before resting his whole body on too of you, one of his hands caressing your hair. a few minutes were spent of silence, while you and him tried to stabilize your breathes and overcome the overwhelming sensations you just felt.
"i lied" you cooed softly with a smile, interrupting the silence and seeing the strands of his black hair sticked to his forehead due to the sweat, "i wasn't going to hook up with anyone, i just wanted to tease you".
"this was meant to happen," he sighed, his eyes fixing on yours while he caressed your cheeks, "i knew it from the very first time i saw you".
"and you still accepted the job?" you queried weakly, your eyes slightly closing.
"that was the only way to be close to you" he smirked, admiring how beautiful you looked even after the sinful acts you two commited.
"what would you do if my parents find out about what we did?" you asked him.
"about what we did?" he questioned, leaving a kiss on your cheek and then on your jaw, "or about what we will continue on doing?"
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Hyunjin x reader. (s,f)
Author’s note: Please let me know if I should write a Part 2 of this cause I have some ideas in mind.
"You have so many packages!" Hyunjin said, eyeing the boxes of packages on top of your desk.
"Just have not had the time," you replied nonchalantly.
Hyunjin walked over to observe the packages,
"What did you buy?" he asked, sounding really curious about your purchases.
"Make-up and clothes and..." your words trailed off, "I actually cannot remember what I bought," you said with a chuckle, suddenly reminiscing the many times you impulsively bought cute things online out of boredom.
Hyunjin pulled out the big box from the bottom of the pile, "This one is big,"
"It must be the sweater," you randomly guessed.
"Why don't you open it? I want to see what you bought," he handed you the box, and you scooted over on the bed to make space fo.
You unwrapped the box in an orderly manner and ripped the seal to open it, removing the thin paper to discover a set of lingerie inside. You barely remember when and how but you remember exactly why you bought it, your cheeks suddenly heating up.
Hyunjin peeked inside the box, he removed the whole paper from inside the package sent it flying over and down onto the floor.
Hyunjin's lips parted open the moment he knew what was inside.
"Oh, this is nice!" He said, trying to keep his coy with his eyes darted back at you. You see his cheeks blooming red, he licked his lips repeatedly as if it would help him relax.
"You think?" You asked him.
"Yeah, I like the color," he said, almost stuttering to finish his sentence.
"That is one good purchase then!" You said with a cheeky grin.
"Why don't you try it?" He suggested, "I want to see you in it."
He would be okay with you saying no, but who you are for saying no to him when you already caught him all shy and flustered just by a sight of lingerie.
"Okay," You boldly answered.
You took the box with you to the small wardrobe, stripped all of your clothes off, and put on the lingerie. You tried to reorganize your breathing as your mind went haywire, imagining what the reaction would be like.
Your jaw dropped as you caught the sight of your own reflection in the mirror. The bra cupped your breasts perfectly, making them look round and full. The underwear hung low perfectly around your hips in that elegant v shape covering your core with flimsy lace fabric. It was the right decision that you chose the cream white color, it makes your skin glows, and the floral details on the lingerie made you look so delicate.
You let your hair down and used your fingers to comb your hair, then gave it a ruffle. You took one long, deep breath before you stepped out of the wardrobe to present yourself.
He was sitting on your bed with his legs spread open, his head snapped in your direction when you called out his name.
"So, what do you think?" You asked, hoping he did not notice you were shaking from the inside.
His mouth hung open, and his eyes widened, he slowly took in the sight of you from top to bottom and did it again a few more times because his head could not comprehend the view he was seeing right now.
"Do you like it?" You tried again with a different question, feeling nervous now because he had not said a word.
Hyunjin took another look at you before getting up from the bed and walking over to you. Next thing you know, he kissed you, his teeth nearly collided with yours. The way he wrapped his mouth around yours in an almost violent way tells how much he wanted you, he roamed his hand around your body as his mouth kissed you hungrily, sending you moaned into his mouth.
He pulled away the held your head in his hands.
"You are so beautiful," he said to you, his voice hoarse and breathy.
He gave you a peck on the lips before pulling your hand in the direction of the bed.
"Lie down on the bed!" He ordered.
You complied without a word, then crawled onto the center of the bed and sat there as Hyunjin left the room and back with his phone in hand.
"I'm going to take some pictures." He said as he approached you on the bed.
It isn't the first time he took pictures of you since it had already been a part of your relationship. He likes taking pictures of you, with or without you knowing. But for him to take photos of you when you wore nothing but enough fabrics to cover the intimate parts of your body was new to you.
Hyunjin unlocked his phone and opened his camera when all of sudden, you started to get nervous.
He placed a hand at the side of your face.
"Do you mind?" He asked, and what he meant by that was taking photos of you.
"It's okay, I'm just..." you crossed your hands to cover your chest.
Hyunjin softly smiled, "I've seen you naked before, love."
"Then why are you so shy?"
You had been asking the same question to yourself.
Hyunjin planted a kiss on your cheek.
"You're beautiful to me no matter what." He whispered to you with his breath tickles your earlobe.
You shot him a grateful smile at his words of affirmation.
He then nuzzled his nose at the crook of your neck, sending you into a series of laughter, you knew he was trying to make you loosen up, and it worked.
He tried again, aiming the camera at you, then started taking pictures.
"Can you please lay down?" He asked.
And you willingly granted his request, you let your body fall down on the mattress. Hyunjin placed a pillow under your head, his fingers carefully removing strands of hair covering your face,
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He said as he looked down on you.
You were got lost in his stare that you were unable to form an answer, you just smiled at him as another way you received his adoration toward you.
He took more pictures, you couldn't keep up the count of how many he had taken, you just kept hearing the constant clicking sound of the camera.
"How many more pictures are you going to take?" You asked as Hyunjin sat, kneeling between your legs.
"As much as my phone storage could handle," He said with a sly grin plastered on his face.
you scoffed in slight shock, "what are you going to do with that many pictures?"
"So I can look at it when I am away on tour."
You felt slapped at the reminder that he would be going on tour soon. You pouted, purposely jutting out your lips so he would notice.
"Baby, you're looking so cute right now," He said, taking a close-up picture of your face.
"I think you've taken enough pictures." You said, grabbing his wrist to stop him from aiming it at your face.
"I'll just take one video, and we're done." He pleaded.
You considered it for a while, you didn't want to waste the precious time with him when you know he'll be away for months, yet you loosen the grip around his wrist.
He tapped his fingers in his phone screen and aimed it back at your body. He took your hand in his as he pressed record,
"That's my girl right there," he said, with his eyes glued to the phone screen, watching you through the camera.
You could not deny the fact that being filmed by him with your body exposed like this gave you a newfound pleasure that you could not explain.
Hyunjin swiped his thumb across your lips and traced his fingers down to your neck, down to your chest. Then his fingers trailing the strap of your bra, sliding it off of your shoulder, his breath caught in his throat as he lays his hand flat on your sternum, feeling your heart beating underneath your skin. He bit his lips as his hand continued down south, halted his movement on your abdomen to let his thumb make a slow, lazy circle around your belly button.
"You're so gorgeous," he said it so low, almost like a whisper, "I don't think I deserve you."
You whimpered when his fingers began to ghost around the waistband of your underwear, then boldly ran his index finger ran through your slit against the lacy fabric. You let a moan slip past your mouth.
Hyunjin's eyes diverted to you now, watching you as he ran his finger up and down your heating core.
"Hyunjin," you called, "can you stop filming now?" you whined.
"Okay." He shortly put his phone away.
He then sat with his back against the headboard, "come here, love!" He ordered with his hands reaching out to you.
You crawled over to him, settled yourself between his legs, and sat with your back rested on his chest.
He engulfed you in a warm embrace with his arms around your waist, his mouth soon found its solace on your neck, nipping and kissing on the soft skin.
You closed your eyes as the weariness you felt moments ago melts away with his touch. You felt a hand nudge your chin and turn you to the side, his mouth found yours to devour you with his searing kisses.
Your hand helplessly reached for his head, threading your fingers in his silky smooth hair while his hands slipped inside the cup of your bra and began kneading on your breast.
You moaned against his lips as his fingers softly pinched on your hardened buds.
"I'm going to touch you all over," He said to you before connecting his mouth to yours again. His hands moved down to your abdomen, stayed there for a few seconds before one hand went underneath your underwear, he hummed into your mouth at how wet you were.
"So wet for me," he said against your lips. You were way too intoxicated to form a verbal response as his thumb began circling your bundle of nerves.
He was sucking in your lower lip, letting your guard down when he gently slapped your core so hard that you cried out, the filthy words that came out of your mouth echoing through the room.
Feeling encouraged, he inserted one finger inside you, you shuddered in pleasure feeling his long finger entering you. You arched your back, seeking more friction.
"One finger not enough, mmh?"
You weakly nodded.
He pulled out his finger and added another digit in next, you couldn't contain your moans anymore, your head lolled onto his shoulder.
He started to pump his digits in and out of you, at times you looked down at how his fingers were knuckle-deep inside of you make you feel more aroused than before. Your arched your back, desperate for more friction. As much as you love having his fingers inside you, you wanted nothing but to be filled whole by him.
You grabbed his wrist, stopping him on his track, and turned your head to the side, "Hyunjin, I want you inside me."
He gave you an open-mouthed kiss before answering, “Alright.”
You felt hollow the moment he retracted his fingers out of your cunt, but then he brought his fingers to your mouth, in which you eagerly took it in your mouth and sucked your own essence off of his fingers.
"That's my good girl." He cooed as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.
You got off of his chest and moved to the opposite side of the bed. You intently watched as he got off the bed and started taking off his clothes piece by piece.
His toned upper body, that v shape of his pelvic bone, everything about him is so beautiful you wonder how lucky you are for having him as your boyfriend, he lowered both his boxer and jeans in a painstakingly slow motion that made you clench over nothing.
He pushed his hair back with his finger then climbed onto the bed, you bit your lip at the sight of his cock, hard and ready for you.
He then kneeled between your legs, pumping his member a few times with his eyes fixed on you. The action was so obscene, but it felt like he just set your body on fire.
You got up and reached behind your back to unclasp your bra but he stopped you.
"As much as I love seeing you naked, I want to fuck you in it." He said in such coy, in such intimacy.
You lie down on the bed again, spreading your legs wider for him. He pulled your underwear to the side, swallowed hard at the sight of your wet core just for him, he teased you by running the tip along your slit, earned a low moan from you.
With furrowed brows, he started entering you, in slow careful push, he let out a raw groan when he bottomed out.
He stayed still, letting the pleasure of being wrapped inside you sink in.
"You're so tight, babe, I need a moment," he said to you.
You wrapped your legs on his waist but that only sent him going deeper inside of you, he let out another groan, louder this time.
"Baby, please!" he muttered, half whining and half begging.
You brought his face close to you so you could kiss him, "I'm so sorry," you delivered your apology against his lips.
He lowered himself on you again, his elbows propped up on either side of you.
"Just give me a moment," he begged with his face hovering inches away above you.
You pushed his hair to the back with your fingers, "Take your time, baby." you told him.
He began moving by pulling out of you, leaving only the tip at the edge of your entrance only to push it back in, slow and deep.
You clawed at his back at the immeasurable pleasure.
He started thrusting into you at a slow pace, but each time he hits you right in the spot, sinful words flow out of your mouth.
"Fuck! Hyunjin, faster." You cried out.
He picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of you faster and faster.
You could feel your high coming closer and closer, the heightening pleasure made you constantly clench around him, he grunted as his movements became sloppier and harsher.
You buried your head on his neck, muffled your scream by sinking your teeth into his shoulder.
With a few more of his deep and hard thrusts, you felt the knot inside you coming loose as you released a muffled long moan, your saliva pooling out of the corner of your mouth.
Hyunjing thrusting a few more times into you as he tries to reach his own high, you cried out at the overstimulation on your already sensitive core.
Hyunjin tipped his head back and let out a long groan, so erotic yet so beautiful.
He collapsed onto you, your sweaty bodies pressed together as both of you collectively tried to catch your breath.
You gently scratched his scalp, feeling the softness of his dark locks between your fingers, and placed a quick kiss on top of his head.
"Hyunjin," you called out his name.
He lifted his head to look at you, "yes, my love?"
"I love you." you felt that familiar tingle inside you whenever you utter those three words.
He smiled the kind of smile that made his eyes disappear into thin lines, "I love you too." He replied without a doubt, placing a slobbering kiss on your mouth.
The two of you stayed like that for a few moments with both of your bodies still attached to each other, Hyunjin took a long breath before getting up then slowly then pulling out of you, he watched as his and your cum leaked out of you and drenching your underwear in the process.
"Baby," he called you.
"I'm taking your underwear with me," He said to you as his hands swiftly pulled your underwear down and off your legs.
taglist: @changbinscypher , @hwangvibe
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pls just the thought of late nights in the studio with chan…just imagine the cuddles,the comfortable silence, sitting on his lap while he works with small kisses inbetween…PLS I‘m such a sucker for him 😭😭
OH MY GOD ??
imagine showing up in front of his studio door, sleepily trudging yourself towards him, rubbing your eyes with the cutest pout on your face .°(ಗдಗ。)°.
CHAN WOULD LITERALLY LOSE IT (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) he swears his heart skips multiple beats watching as you set yourself on his lap, straddling him and resting your head on his shoulder :( softly mumbling abt how much u miss him :( and chan goes >:( at himself bc his y/n !!! is here !!! on his lap !!! tired n sleepy !!! telling him how much they miss him !!! and a part of him feels really hurt and sad because he realizes how he hasn’t been spending much time w you :(
gosh just imagine the way he’d take your face in the palms of his hand, caressing your skin so delicately you could cry !! always with the same, lovesick look on his face (/ _ ; ) AND THE SLEEPY KISSES </3 i feel my heart breaking into two they’re long and slow, usually sloppy as both of u are on the brink of following asleep >:( and ,, u can FEEL ??? HIM SMILE ??? IN THE KISS !!!
don’t even get me started on chan … this man is in LOVE .. every small whine you make when his kisses linger a bit longer, you’re tired composure, completely sinking into him ,, outside he seems calm but rlly he’s (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑) •••
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skz - when you both can't sleep ! ‧₊˚
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a/n: felt like i haven't written for them in forever, so here we go! this is kinda bad soorryy :') <3 cw: insomnia maybe? food mention.
did y'all say sleep? i hate to break it to you, but you would probably be alone in bed anyway. it would be just past four am when you'd hear the door open and see chan's shadow creeping in, carefully moving to not make a sound. but when the light from the hallway illuminates your very awake face, he'd almost shriek out of surprise. he would definitely scold you for being awake at those hours, even though he himself was just coming home. but after his tired eyes meet your equally tired ones and a small i can't sleep echos from under the duvet, he knows he is done for. so he hurries to join you in bed, cuddling up to you and stroking your hair until you both fall in your well-deserved (and desperately needed) slumber.
he'd be so whiny. he'd toss and turn next to you and would throw his pillow here and there in order to find some sleep. it would be so rattling to the point where you'd lay awake next to him, just staring at the ceiling and waiting for him to be done. and when he calls your name and asks if you also can't sleep, you can't help the sarcastic tone that slips out, yeah and i wonder why. he'd be the type to drag you into the kitchen to cook some tea or ramen, and would honestly just be happy to be spending time with you. he has quite the busy schedule and would cherish every second he got with you in peace and quiet, even if it means it's at three am waiting for the water to boil.
it would probably also be only him who'd be awake, but he refuses to suffer alone, so he wakes you up just so he wouldn't be bored anymore. after some snacks, he'd want to cuddle with you in front of the tv watching whatever was playing atm. and even if you would drift back off in his arms, he'd be fine then. would probably make you baby him before that, and he'd whine about being tired a lot. but as sweet as can be, he'd just be content letting you have your beauty sleep while he watches some random show. might secretly or not so secretly watch you and run his fingers through your hair.
considering he is a pretty heavy sleeper, it's most likely you who'd be laying awake. and after hours of tossing and turning, you finally decide to wake the boy up. only the task was easier said than done, because he wouldn't budge even when he is awake. he'd ask you what's up just in case there was an emergency, but if you tell him you can't sleep, he'd just close his eyes again and open his arms for you to crawl in. would totally say something like just sleep, it's not that hard. he meant it in a teasing way and the low chuckles that erupt when you hit his chest are eventually what redeems him (barely).
he's a sleepy boy, but he'd get up with you because he loves you. and he'd make sure you know that. you know i'm only doing this because i love you he'd say at least 10 times while watching you prepare something in the kitchen. you can only smile sweetly at his grumpy face, saying how much you enjoy his company. and he would lie if he said that this didn't effect him at all. in fact, he lets a few curses slip and then takes the dishes out of your hand and sets up the couch for the two of you. even though his high-energy-self is nowhere to be found, he still doesn't want you to be alone.
would be the sweetest about it, probably. if you decide to play games, it would be an eruption of small cheers and (even louder) psssshhs! until you'd finally say you're ready for bed again. has no problem staying up until the early morning hours with you, though if his schedule was early, he'd probably tell you a different story. but you two would find yourselves in front of the bathroom mirror at almost five am, both with face masks on and hyunjin's hair treatment sitting in your locks, arguing about who looks more ridiculous or jamming as quietly as possible to a playlist you two made together <3.
he'd either be awake right the second you say his name, or he'd act as if he wasn't. if he was particularly tired, he'd tell you to leave him alone (but in a sweet way of course). after some coercing, you'd get him to at least make some cocoa or tea. i see him as someone who'd go relatively early to bed (compared to some others) so maybe when you two stroll to the kitchen, you'd probably encounter one of the other boys as well. and while you carry a casual conversation, seungmin tries his best to not let his head fall onto his cup.
surprisingly, he's kind of easy to wake up. he'd just be like hey what's up as if it was a normal day. he'd probably do just about anything that you'd want to try. i can imagine you two strolling through the cold night, your breath forming clouds in the air. and when the store around the corner doesn't have what you want, you two would go to the next. the perks of living in a big city i guess. he'd eagerly follow you, pick up some stuff here and there until you return home, now finally feeling tired. if he was honest, he likes the element of accompanying you in the night, protecting you from the sketchy figures made him feel all tough and manly. unfortunately for you, jeongin finds himself feeling just perfectly refreshed by your walk and is the one wide-awake now. you had a fun time though, even if your plan backfired.
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the perfect distraction
genre: college au, est. relationship au, date a boy who makes you mixtapes au, romantic and spicy domestic fluff
pairing: bang chan x femme reader (series is 3racha x femme reader)
word count: 1.3k
warnings: highly suggestive, spicy make out session, chan is too hot for his own good
a/n: this piece was inspired by the photo above. isn’t he just stunning? i just couldn’t resist, although this is certainly the tame version >.< enjoy!
✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧
You woke to sunlight like clarified butter streaming through the large windows beside your bed. The blackout curtains had been pulled neatly aside while you slept, telling you that Chan was already awake and, regrettably, elsewhere in the apartment. You had been hoping to sweetly wake him up with gentle caresses and sweet kisses. But now, despite wanting to burrow into the soft, white and purple comforter, you sighed and swung your legs out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Glancing over the floor where the two of you had unceremoniously dropped your clothes the night before, you found Chan’s hoodie and gleefully slipped into it. Enjoying the feel of the soft cotton against your bare skin, you took several sips of water from the glass on your bedside table, then headed down the hall to find where Chan gone.
As you made your way into the living room, you fought back a jaw-cracking yawn and grumbled to yourself about boyfriends who insisted on waking up far too early. Yet when you saw Chan laying there on the rug with innumerable books surrounding him, your heart ached with fondness. The stillness of the room, the regular rhythm of his breathing, the soft light all conspired to entrance you. He was so beautiful, any lines of worry smoothed away by the morning light and the calmness of sleep that still clung to him.
He was really yours. And how you had managed to be so lucky as to date three wonderful men, much less one, was beyond you. But here he was, utterly at home.
While Chan laying on the floor in your apartment was not unusual, the pile of books was. He was surrounded by books of all sizes and age, having brought a large collection of poetry with him the night before and poring over the volumes for hours as he tried to find inspiration for a song. Your newly acquired and wonderfully comfortable sage green armchair was forgotten and now relegated to the status of bookshelf. As you continued to watch your boyfriend, the still morning light lit upon his face so prettily that he seemed to glow. He was completely absorbed in his work, and didn’t notice you until you knelt behind him, slipping an arm around his waist as you softly kissed his cheek.
Chan leaned into your touch as you murmured, “Hey, baby. Still trying to find the perfect lines?”
“Yeah. I’ve found some…” Chan trailed off. “Still looking.”
You smiled, content to sit beside him for awhile. Soon, though, you picked up a collection of Greek poetry, only to have the book snatched from your grasp and placed precisely where it had been. When Chan was researching, he could be… particular about who touched his things.
So, you leaned contentedly against his shoulder, fiddling with a loose thread trailing from his ripped jeans. Chan continued to read and made no sign of stopping, even when you began lightly passing your fingers over the exposed skin of his knee. Occasionally he would pause to massage the nape of your neck, as if to say, “I know you’re here.” After twenty minutes of this and after two failed attempts at interrupting your boyfriend, you resorted to other means.
So, sighing, you stroked his back and gently jostled his shoulder, knowing the sole way to convince Chan to take a break would be to distract him with kisses. That nearly always worked.
Rising to kneel beside him again, you traced a line of kisses up from the base of his neck, along the plane of his jaw, up to his jaw and then to his mouth. Upon him you bestowed the sweetest of kisses, brushing a thumb over his cheek, and managed to fully, finally, separate your boyfriend’s attention from his books. You smiled against his lips as he began to kiss you back. Your kisses were so tender, as if you had all the time in the world, until you had enough of gentleness and swung your leg around to fully straddle his lap. Your arms wrapped about his shoulders and when you worried a spot on his bottom lip, Chan— Yes, he growled low in his throat.
Something shifted then, and Chan’s hands were all over you, gripping your ass as he hauled you as close to himself as possible. He always liked that position, when you were chest-to-chest and sharing breaths. You had once asked him why and he had replied, “Because I can see the stars in your eyes this way.” Your kisses became wilder, deeper, tongues tangling as Chan leaned up against the armchair. The change in position made it all too easy for you to grind down against him . . . just a little.
And then he pounced.
Suddenly, your head was on an open book and you had to shift a little so the compendium under your hip would not dig into it. Chan held himself above you, his pupils blown wide with desire, and you could see his pulse jumping in the vein at his throat. Your own breath came a little raggedly as you slipped your hands under his loose tank top to trace the hard lines of his abdominals. Chan shivered under your touch and dropped his head to nuzzle your neck, letting you pull the shirt up and over his head. Your hands cupped his face once the top was off, reveling in the way, even when everything was heat and urgency, the moments could still be so sweet and still between the two of you.
Chan broke your kiss and you closed your eyes, letting your head loll backward. You felt the searing heat of Chan’s tongue on your skin as he licked up the column of your neck, the sensation making you feel a bit giddy. He again covered your mouth with his, urgent and claiming as your fingers dug into the soft skin of his hips. His moan against your lips was almost pained, and you could tell just how much this was affecting him.
Heat raced through your veins, making you a little dizzy, and you exhaled shakily. After a nip at your earlobe, Chan began kissing down your neck to your collarbone. Unable to continue lower, he pulled his hoodie partway up your torso, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. All the while, he whispered lines of poetry, the brush of his lips like burning butterflies alighting on your too-sensitive skin.
Chan’s hands were warm as they roved over your skin, occasionally lingering here and there to begin what would surely be a morning of worshipping every inch of your body. Your fingers carded through his hair, stroking and encouraging as he kissed across your stomach. Overwhelming affection welled in your heart, and it was all you could do not to cry.
“How do we always end up this way, Y/N?” Chan asked, still peppering your skin with kisses. Sighing, he laid his cheek to the smooth skin of your belly, a position he a found oddly comforting. “How?”
“I don’t care, love,” you murmured, nails scraping slightly against his scalp, just the way you knew he liked it. Your body still thrummed with energy, so you asked, “You wanna go back to bed?”
Chan sat up and you could tell just from his expression—not to mention anything else—that he would love to go back to bed. Not that you would be doing much sleeping at this point. “Well, now that you’ve well and truly distracted me…”
The moment you were on your feet, Chan scooped your legs out from under you, making you squeak, and held you to his chest as he began picking his way across the living room. You took the opportunity to bury your face against his bare chest. Breathing deeply, you took the scent of him into your lungs and smiled. You were about to get exactly what you wanted, and Chan certainly knew it.
As you again nestled yourself into bed, Chan drew the blackout curtains. Even in the semi-darkness, you could still make out his grin as he lowered himself atop you.
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You're My Art
Summary: You have always loved art. You loved sketching, colouring, painting, you name it. You have always thought that people could never appreciate art like you do. All the people you knew at least, didn’t. However, it all changed when you met him.
Theme: college au, strangers to friends to lovers
Genre: very fluffy
Pairing: Art Student!Hyunjin x GN!Reader
a/n: Have you seen this boy's artworks? He is so talented, I find his drawings and paintings so satisfying to look at 🥺 So just picture falling in love with Art Student Hyunjin. Oh, what a beautiful feeling that would be.
Ever since you were 6, you have always loved art. Every year, your parents would get you arts and craft sets for your birthday present. You had a whole shelf of all your art supplies and it only expanded as you got older. From just sketch books and colour pencils, to canvases, a whole array of paints, brushes, easels, etc. Your family appreciates your art despite most of it being abstract with no actual object or person as a main focus. Your friends and schoolmates however, don’t really understand your art.
Your friends were at least quite respectful about it while everyone else just straight up calls your artwork hideous or meaningless. It upsets you that no one seems to truly appreciate and see art like you do. It always baffles you whenever a classmate of yours just snickers at your artwork during class and goes, “Even a toddler can draw better than you.”
That comment was unnecessary and it deeply offended you. It made you feel slightly insecure about your art.
Is it really that bad?
Am I not doing it right?
Is my art really meaningless?
These questions floated around your head for quite a while until your parents reassured you by saying that people just don’t appreciate art like you do. Since then, you’ve been living with that mindset that your parents had rooted into your brain. Every time someone criticizes your artwork, you will just remember your dad’s words.
“They just don’t have a creative mind to appreciate art enough.”
Not gonna lie, it made you not care if someone doesn’t like your artwork anymore. It made you understand that art is not for everyone and that it’s okay.
After you graduated high school, you decided to go to a college which specializes in just Art courses. A whole variety of courses were available that ranged from performing arts to fine arts. As for you, you of course chose fine arts that involve painting and sketching rather than performing and dancing. Unfortunately for you, the school was in a whole different city from your hometown so you decided to move out and find a cosy yet affordable apartment near campus.
You managed to rent a studio apartment that was just nice for one person to live in. And of course, you turned the living space into literally, your art space with a single bed in the corner for where you sleep and that’s about it. Everything else is for your art space except the kitchen and bathroom. Even so, you were very content with this.
Art was your hobby but most importantly, your passion. You have no idea where you would be right now if you hadn’t loved art this much.
You were going to start school in two days but you were already excited. When you submitted your portfolio to the school for your college application, you included all your previous artwork from when you were young, up till present. You explained about your interest and what made you love art.
Though you weren’t confident in earning a spot in the course, you managed to get in and it blew your mind away.
This particular college has been your dream school ever since you were halfway through high school. The amount of good reviews and amazing achievements that the students who graduated from this school gave you just enough motivation to work hard and get into the course you’ve been aiming for.
And here you are.
Just two days away from the start of your journey in college life doing the thing you loved most and that was art. It still feels so surreal to you. No more mathematics, no more chemistry, no more history…
Upon arriving at the campus grounds, you inhaled a long breath of fresh air. The morning breeze filling your nostrils as you smiled to yourself. “This is it. No more worrying about other subjects. Just you and art, Y/N. You can do this.” You thought to yourself while you checked your schedule in your email to find your classroom.
Once you made it, you noticed the door hanging ajar as students began to slowly pile in. Considering nobody was talking to each other, you assumed you were in the right class.
You managed to find a seat near the middle of the room as there were about 20 seats scattered around the room with art supplies next to each wooden round chair. After you’ve settled down in one, you curiously glance around the room to see your classmates. Usually, you’re not the type of person who is considered friendly but you’re not really arrogant either.
You’re okay if others approached you first, you just weren’t the type to come up to strangers and strike up the first conversation. Which is something you’ve been struggling with.
So when you accidentally locked eyes with a guy sitting right next to your seat, you flashed him a friendly smile and said softly in hopes that he would be nice to you, “Hello.” You almost wanted the ground to swallow you whole as the guy simply ignored you and went ahead to turn his back to you before taking out his art materials from his backpack.
Oh. Right. This is exactly why you hated making the first move into making new friends.
With that being said, you awkwardly nodded to yourself and whispered a very soft ‘okay’.
As the time goes by, you realize that everyone in the class seems to be pretty unfriendly. None of them were talking to each other. Some were openly staring and judging other students like they were in some kind of competition.
You don’t understand why they were doing that because you were all classmates and at the end of the day, art is supposed to be carefree. No art is too much or too boring. Every single piece of artwork has its own essence and meaning to it, you just need to be open minded and have a creative mind to appreciate them.
Unfortunately, it seems as though you have been placed with a group of artists who only see their art as the best and the most pleasant one to look at. None of them see and appreciate art like you do.
What a great start to your first semester.
As much as you thought that college would allow you to meet new people who share the same perspective and appreciation as you in art, it looks like you were wrong. Your classmates weren’t only arrogant, but they’re also competitive. It’s fine though, you just have to focus on the art content and your professor.
Who cares if you don’t make any friends in college? The only thing that matters is that you’re expanding your skills and knowledge on something you love.
It has been almost 3 months now since your first class and it wasn’t a surprise that you were still alone with no particular friends in class. Some were on their own just like you, some were acquainted in pairs, and some were already in a group. At first you did wonder why nobody bothered to befriend you.
Was it because you were too unapproachable?
Was it because of all your artwork?
Was it because they see you as a competition?
You have absolutely no idea. You couldn’t even bring yourself to think of a reason why they decided to leave you out so you resorted to just minding your own business and not giving a single shit about what they think of you and your art.
It was a rainy Friday evening and you didn’t really have anywhere to go so you decided to just stay home and paint. You wore your art apron to protect your clothes from the coloured paint and soon, you began to let the brush in your hand move to its own accord. Not bothering to draw a base outline of what you intended on painting. After about 3 hours of focus, you finally took a few steps back to admire the piece you created.
It was a landscape picture of the ocean from the top of the hill which overlooks the huge cliffs along the side, the waves crashing onto shore below and the pretty sun setting in the horizon.
You smiled, feeling proud of yourself for doing this freehand. This has been something you’ve wanted to try for so long and you finally managed to do it with the help of your professor during the past few classes. Usually, you would draw a very light sketch on the canvas for the outline and then you would use that as a guideline for where to colour and paint.
Hence, the reason why you felt proud for creating this art piece free handed.
Just then, you could’ve sworn it sounded like a dragon was in your studio apartment due to the rumbling sound of your stomach. Oh damn. You were so engrossed in painting, you forgot to eat your dinner. There wasn’t any leftover food from lunch and you still hadn’t gone to the supermarket to buy your groceries yet for the weekend and potentially next week.
With that being said, you decided to go for your grocery run in the dead of night. Well, not really. It’s only 12:27am.
Yes. Only 12:27am.
Since you were hungry, you might as well grab something to eat and buy your groceries too, you thought.
So about 10 minutes later, you arrived at the 24 hour local supermarket to get your groceries. You remembered to make a list of things to buy in case you forgot. The fact that it was past midnight, the supermarket was quite barren save for some families and a few young adults like you who were probably starving and wanted to grab some snacks to eat at home.
You were just scanning the shelves for your favourite box of instant pancake mix when you noticed the last box is at the very top of the racks. Not only that, you were too short to even reach it.
However, because you wanted it and you have been craving to have pancakes for breakfast these days, you made it your mission to get that box no matter what.
With that being said, you began to stand on your tippy toes and stretched your arm out as far as you can to even reach for the corner of the box. Of course it had to be a few inches away from the very end of the shelves, making it nearly impossible for you to grab it. After a few failed attempts to try and take it without jumping or climbing, you tried to jump and reach for the box. Much to your dismay, the box fell back.
Well, that didn’t go too well, did it?
“Shit… How the hell am I supposed to take it now?” You softly whined to no one in particular as you rested both hands on your hips. You were starting to contemplate on getting a staff to help or climb the shelves and take it yourself.
However, while you were busy thinking and struggling for the past few minutes, you didn’t even realize that some people who had been walking past the aisle you’re in, had seen you the whole time you were jumping and straining your arms to get the box. And yet, nobody bothered to help you.
You weren’t giving up just yet so you began to stand on your tiptoes again to try and reach for the box. Right at that moment, a soft voice spoke up from behind you as you turned over your shoulder to find a cute guy staring at you with a finger pointing towards the highest rack on the shelves where your pancake box is.
“Do you need some help getting that?” He asked to which you quickly replied to avoid seeming like a creep for staring at him too long.
“U-Uh… Yes please. Sorry to trouble you.” You said before stepping aside and telling him which box you wanted.
The male nods as he steps forward and extends his arm up, easily grabbing the pancake box from the rack with little to no effort at all. Of course, he’s tall. Way taller than you to be more precise. He had jet black hair that was at least an inch above his shoulders. He tied his hair up in a half up do with small strands of hair tucked out of his ponytail to frame his face on either side.
Damn, he is so cute.
He soon gave you the box to which you took it from his hand and smiled at him politely as you said, “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.” He said before returning your smile by doing the same. The minute he left, you couldn’t help but wonder…
Does he live around here?
Which school does he go to?
What is his name?
Does he have a girlfriend?
Today was a bright and sunny Wednesday morning. The sun was out blaring down on you, the heat was crazy. Thankfully, you managed to arrive on campus before your body became a sweaty mess. Walking to your art building with your air pods in and music blasting through its speakers, you quietly bopped your head to the beat of the song. Completely in your own little bubble.
When you arrived in class, most of the seats were already occupied, save for yours and two others.
Not long after you walked in, the remaining two students entered. You placed your bag down on the ground beside your chair as you went to take some brushes from the table. Some were busy chatting with each other while some just minded their own business.
You had just taken a box of paint and turned around to put on your side stand when your cup got knocked off the stand and onto the ground with a loud thud. You cursed under your breath as you placed the box of paint down and was about to reach for the cup when a hand had already grabbed it.
“I think you dropped this.”
You watched as the person held the cup in his hand that extended out towards you. That’s when you finally glance up to meet the same guy who helped you the other day with your box of pancake mix in the supermarket.
“U-Uh… Thanks.” You said quietly to which he smiled, causing his eyes to disappear into two adorable crescent moons.
“You’re welcome.” He said and you wondered…
Does he remember you?
Hmm. Maybe he doesn’t.
“Have you made pancakes with the box of mix yet?” He suddenly asked.
Okay, maybe he does.
“H-Huh? Oh! Y-Yeah! I actually made it for breakfast the next morning.” You said, making him chuckle. Just then, you noticed he was still standing and there were no other seats available so you couldn’t help but ask, “I don’t mean to sound rude, but are you new here?”
He nodded in response before telling you that he just transferred from his previous college. He didn’t go into details as to why he transferred but all you needed to know was that he’s a new student to the class. So you asked him to sit down in your chair just in time for your professor to walk in. You excused yourself to go and approach your professor, telling him that he has a new student joining your class from today onwards and that he doesn’t have a seat.
Upon this new information, your professor contacted the department staff to bring in an extra seat and art equipment for the new student.
When you went back to join him, who was seated quietly on your stool, he turned to you and asked for your name.
“I’m Y/N. You are?” You asked.
“I’m Hyunjin. It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled. His smile could easily cure sadness.
“How long have you been into art?” He asked.
“Since I was 6. I’ve always found it fun and cool to look at. Especially ones that don’t have any specific object to focus on.”
“Me too! I mean, I usually draw or paint a specific thing but I do like seeing abstract art. It just gets me to imagine and be creative with what the art wants to portray itself to me.” Hyunjin explained. You were stunned. Nobody has ever said this to you. No one has ever said they liked abstract art. All these years, people have only asked you the same questions and said the same thing over and over again.
What is so nice about abstract art? It’s just pointless and ugly.
Why do people even paint those? It’s horrendous.
What do you even see in these streaks? They’re just lines.
If this is what you call art, then it’s rubbish.
So for someone to say this to you, it honestly surprises you. His comment definitely wasn’t seen coming. Unfortunately, Hyunjin mistakes your silence for something negative. Hence, the reason why he quietly spoke up, “Did I… say something wrong?”
With that being said, you’ve never panicked so fast in your life.
“What? No! No, it’s just… No one has ever said that to me before. The people I know have always been very negative and not understanding about art, more specifically abstract art. No one in my life has ever appreciated art like I do. That’s why I was a little shocked when you said that.” You explained yourself and you could see the way his eyes softened as he stared at you while you spoke.
“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. It must be tough to always hear those comments being said to you, huh?” He asked gently to which you shrugged your shoulders at him.
“I learned to ignore them over time. My dad told me this sentence and I’ve never been bothered by those people ever since. He said ‘they just don’t have a creative mind to appreciate art enough’ and I completely agree.” You smiled. Hyunjin nods because he too has the same mindset.
Not long after, one of the school staff brought in an extra stool complete with new art materials and equipment for Hyunjin, in which he helped by taking the stool and putting it just next to your space. The minute the professor was about to start, Hyunjin turned to you with a bright smile and whispered to you softly so that he wouldn’t interrupt the professor while he teaches.
“Don’t listen to what those people say.”
“Mmm, definitely won’t.” You replied, earning a soft chuckle followed by a nod before he turned back to the front of the class where your professor was teaching something new.
Maybe you would have a friend in college after all.
About two hours later, lunch time came rolling in. While everyone was busy keeping their art materials including yourself, a soft tap to your shoulder made you turn around to find Hyunjin standing there with his bag already hanging off his shoulder.
“Hey, um… Can I join you for lunch?” He asked.
“Yeah, of course.” You said as he patiently waited for you to finish packing. However, the minute you were about to walk off with him, Hyunjin stopped for a moment as he glanced behind him to where the other students were just chatting away while they slowly made their way to the back door.
“Aren’t your other friends coming?” He asked, to which you turned to look at where he was staring at. That’s when you realized that he may have thought that they were your friends.
“Oh, they’re not my friends... To be fair, I don’t have any friends in this class. I mean, not that I have any outside class either but yeah.” You explained as he looked at you with a confused expression. Nonetheless, both of you began walking towards the main building where the food hall was. You both chatted and got to know each other a little more during your walk. You found out that he has been interested in art not too long ago and to add on to that, he also loves photography. More specifically, film photography.
You ended up buying lunch and sat at the rooftop garden where there’s peace and quiet instead of being surrounded by other rowdy college students in the food hall. Turns out, after a few minutes of talking and joking around, you and Hyunjin shared quite a few things in common other than your interest in art.
Right before lunch ends, Hyunjin looks up from his can of soda and smiles at you, only to make a very bold statement that makes your heart feel warm.
“Let’s be friends from here on out.”
Without a struggle to respond to his words, you smiled as you raised your can of soda to him and gestured in a ‘cheers’ motion while you said, “To the start of our friendship.” Hyunjin soon clinks his can against yours.
“To the start of our friendship.” He repeated your words before you both said cheers and drank your sodas.
Days turned into weeks and your friendship with Hyunjin grew even stronger with the time that passed. No doubt he is your friend, you can't deny the fact that he is really good looking. His visuals are definitely a bonus point to his personality. Not only is he cute but he is also kind hearted. He is just a pure sweetheart that wouldn’t even hurt a fly.
And at this point, after 4 months of knowing him, it was quite obvious that your feelings for him had blossomed.
You just wished you could say the same for him.
It was a Saturday afternoon, you had just gotten back from your errands and Hyunjin asked if you wanted to hangout later in the day since it was the weekend. You asked where he wanted to go. He suggested going ice skating then getting some ice cream waffles in which you easily agreed to it.
A few hours later, you had already showered and changed into a new set of clothes. Hyunjin said he’s going to pick you up so while waiting for him to arrive, you went to your phone that was charging on your desk to scroll through your social media. Upon clicking your Instagram app, you saw at the top of your newsfeed page, Hyunjin’s account with a new story he posted. So you clicked on it and it was a mirror shot of him.
He was wearing a white shirt, skinny jeans and a bomber jacket. It might look like a simple outfit but he looks so good in them.
“I swear, he’s gonna be the death of me one of these days.” You whispered to yourself just in time to receive a message bubble from him saying he’s arrived downstairs so you quickly grabbed your things and left, not forgetting to lock your front door.
The moment you left your apartment complex, he was seen leaning against his parked jeep beside the pavement. He was in the same outfit as the one in his Instagram story post.
Breathe Y/N. Breathe.
The closer you got, you start to notice the accessories he wore. The silver chain bracelets on his right hand, the smart watch on his left hand, the simple necklace around his neck, the rings on some of his fingers, the dangling earring on one ear…
Hwang Hyunjin, I swear…
You’ve seen him with some of these accessories before but for some reason, today just hits you differently and you wonder why. Once you were about 5 steps away, he looked up to meet your eyes and soon, his own eyes disappeared into two crescent moons when he smiled at you.
“Hey! You’re late.” He then pouted, jutting out his bottom lip.
Damn it Hyunjin.
“By like, 10 seconds…” You joked, to which he rolled his eyes but you knew he never meant it. He opened the door for you and even closed it for you before going to the driver's side. He pulled out of the parking space and drove off into the distance, allowing the sight of your apartment complex to get smaller and smaller in the side mirror.
The journey to the ice skating rink wasn’t too far away as the ride consists of you two making jokes and laughing about random things. A day with him has never been a bore. You could literally go on and on about art without feeling tired or bored by it. Sometimes you would gossip about students in your class who tend to be slightly rude and egotistical towards you and Hyunjin whenever it comes to individual assignments.
They always compare either one of your artworks to theirs and if you got better scores than they did, they would throw insults over at you or Hyunjin and would even go to the extent of sabotaging your artwork.
Minutes later, you finally arrived at the indoor skating rink. Both of you abandoned the vehicle and soon entered the building. There weren't many people around so that was good.
Hyunjin and you went to the counter to rent your skating boots and also pay for the fees. Once you both, or well in this case, Hyunjin, had paid for all of it, you then made your way to the seats near the rink entrance. You weren’t good at ice skating so you didn’t know what to expect. However, Hyunjin claimed that he was an advanced ice skater and that he will guide you. All you want is for him to not make fun of you for you’re about to look like a baby giraffe learning how to walk when you’re on the ice.
Despite knowing that would happen considering it’s Hyunjin, a part of you can’t seem to be mad if he does make fun of you. After all, you would definitely make fun of yourself anyways. With that being said, the two of you began to walk towards the entrance except you were lowkey struggling to walk in those boots. Hyunjin laughed as he turned around and asked, “Can you walk?”
“Do you see me crawling?” You asked sarcastically but it only made him laugh even more.
“You will be once we’re on the ice.”
“I thought you said you were going to teach me?”
“I will. I’m just gonna warn you that it won’t be easy though.” Hyunjin said as he steps onto the ice and soon glides backwards away from you with his hands behind his back. He skates in a figure 8 twice before coming back to find you just stuck frozen by the entrance.
“How am I gonna teach you if you’re not gonna go on the ice?” Hyunjin cackles, clutching onto his stomach while he laughs.
“What if I fall?”
“Come on Y/N! We don’t have all day! Let’s go.” He insists as he grabs your hand and drags in you, making you squeak. The moment both your feet are on the ice, your heart almost jumps out of your chest from how slippery it was. You nearly fell.
Thankfully, Hyunjin was quick to wrap his other arm around your waist and maintained your balance. Your hands flew to his forearms as you heard him ask softly above you. His voice was genuinely concerned.
“Are you okay?”
To that, you glanced up to find him already staring down at you. You almost forgot how to speak from being so flustered by how close your face was with his.
“Y-Yeah… I’m fine.” You replied quietly, all of which, Hyunjin nodded and slowly pulled away from you.
The next few minutes were spent with you holding his hands throughout the entire rounds of skating in the rink. There were of course a few slips here and there but he was quick to catch you before you could faceplant the ice beneath you. An hour quickly went by and you could proudly say that you’ve barely succeeded in ice skating on your own. This would probably be the last time you try ice skating.
You left the place after returning the boots, only to then head to an ice cream waffle cafe in town. Surprisingly enough, Hyunjin pays for the dessert too. He even rejects you when you try to give him money for your share of the sweet dessert.
The only thing he said to you was, “It’s okay, my treat.” When he finally parked outside your apartment complex, he asked if he could walk you to your door.
This was the first time he ever did this.
Normally after you spend a day with him, be it from hanging out or on your way home from school, he would either just stay in his car and watch you leave or he would send you to the main entrance of your apartment complex on the days where he chose not to drive to school.
So naturally, you said okay.
You’ve known him for quite a while now, he was no longer a stranger. In fact, you could proudly refer to him as your friend at this point. Even so, neither of you has properly been to the other’s place before.
And because of that reason alone, you wanted him to know that this is your way of indirectly telling him that you’re already comfortable enough to let him know exactly where you stayed. Hyunjin follows you as you lead the way, all the while chatting and keeping your conversation going. Once you made it to your door, you turned to him and saw a small little pout on his face.
“This is my stop. Today was… interesting I would say.” You spoke up, earning a soft laugh from him before you continued, “Thanks for being patient with me in the rink though… and uh… sorry for squeezing your hands too hard. You have no idea how scared I was to not fall on my ass the entire time.”
Hyunjin laughed as he throwed his head back, a little habit of his that you adore. Silence fell upon you for a few seconds until he spoke up.
“I guess I shall leave you to rest then. Goodnight Y/N.” He said, but for some reason, you felt like doing something you’ve never done. So when he was about to walk away, that’s when you called his name softly to catch his attention. Hyunjin turns to face you with a slightly confused smile but still so soft and harmless as he hums in response.
With that being said, you closed the gap between you two and soon wrapped your arms around his waist. This caught him by surprise but he actually liked it. So to avoid misunderstandings, Hyunjin swiftly wraps his arms around your shoulders and holds you close against his chest, letting you get a good whiff of his cologne. You stayed like that for a while, pulling away only when he did.
You avoided his eyes for a brief second and you could already hear his little shy giggle.
“Why did you suddenly wanna do that?” He asked innocently.
“I… um… I’ve been having a bad week…” You said softly to which Hyunjin pouted and opened his arms again, gesturing for you to hug him. So you did. He wraps his arms around you again and it makes you feel so calm. He holds you for a few more seconds before pulling away to ask, “Feeling better now?”
“Much better. Thank you.” You giggled, earning a ruffle of your hair by him.
“Go rest. I’ll text you once I’m home.”
“Okay… Drive safe…”
“Will do. Goodnight Y/N.”
“Alright class, I will be giving you an individual assignment. The due date will be at the end of next week. Today is what… Wednesday? You have 9 days to decide on what you want to do. The theme of this assignment will be to create an art piece of something that you love most. It can be an object, a person, a place, an animal, etc. I believe you all won’t disappoint me, yes?” Your professor said, in which everyone in the room responded with a yes.
“Very well then. At the end of next week, please keep your canvases in an opaque bag. Your art work shall be kept hidden from everyone else’s view except for me. Is that clear?”
“Amazing. Class dismissed.”
Sounds of brushes being kept, canvases being put away, sketchbooks being tossed into bags filled your ears as you too did the same. Just as you were keeping your things in your bag, Hyunjin spoke up to you, causing you to turn around.
“Hey, I heard there’s a new art gallery opening downtown. Do you wanna go with me this Saturday?” He asked.
“Art gallery? Hell yeah!” You beamed in excitement as he laughed at your reaction.
“Great! I’ll pick you up at 2pm?”
“Sure. Can’t wait!” You giggled while you two left the classroom. You were asking each other about what you planned on painting for the assignment, only for you to tease him by saying it’s a secret. You joked with him about painting a portrait of yourself holding a bagel in your hands and he laughed. You already had something in mind. You already knew what you wanted to draw. However, you’re not gonna tell him. It’s an individual assignment for a reason.
But of course, that’s not the only reason why you didn’t want to tell him.
Saturday rolls in and you made it a point to wear something nice today. Nobody said anything about it being a date. You don’t have to wear nice clothes for it to be a date. Apparently, Hyunjin has the same thought too. When he told you he was downstairs, you grabbed your things from the table and soon left your apartment to avoid keeping him waiting. Once you made it downstairs, you nearly lost your breath upon seeing his choice of clothing.
He decided to wear a loose white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, shirt tucked into his denim skinny jeans along with a white cap. He wore a silver chain bracelet, a necklace, a pair of earrings and a few rings on some of his fingers.
Hyunjin scans your outfit and almost immediately, a smile appears on his lips.
“Don’t you look dashing.” He teased, to which you laughed.
“I’d say the same for you.” You said as he opened his passenger door for you.
After he got in, he soon drove off and you blasted your favourite songs in his car. The drive to the art gallery was quite a journey due to the weekend traffic but you still made it. There was a queue to enter the art gallery and only then did you remember…
“Wait… We don’t have tickets to enter!” You panicked as you saw the main guy asking for tickets at the front of the line before allowing guests to enter the gallery exhibition. With that being said, Hyunjin fishes into his back pocket and pulls out two tickets casually and holds it in front of you.
“That’s why I bought it beforehand.” He said, making your mouth hang agape.
“When did you-”
“Remember when I asked if you wanted to go here with me? I got the tickets the same day I asked. I knew it would sell out fast so I chose not to wait till the very last minute.” He explained.
Whoever dates him will be the luckiest person on earth. How you wished it would be you.
“Aww, Hyunjin ah… You didn’t have to. It must’ve been pricey, wasn’t it?” You asked but he simply shook his head and told you it wasn’t too expensive. Yet, you didn’t trust him because you knew art gallery entrance fees can reach up to 60 bucks sometimes. However, he reassured you saying not to worry about the ticket and just enjoy the exhibition with him.
And that was exactly what you did.
A few minutes later, you finally entered the gallery exhibition with him, instantly getting excited over the artworks on the wall. There was a whole variety of them.
From abstract art, to fine art.
Every time you entered a new part of the exhibition, you couldn’t help but gently grab his inner elbow and point to the art. At some point, Hyunjin would tell you to go check it out first and you saw him holding onto his film camera. So whenever he told you to go on first, you couldn’t bring yourself to get upset knowing he was probably busy taking photos of the art.
You were just admiring an art piece when a flash of light appeared on the art you were looking at so you turned around to find Hyunjin standing a few feet behind you with the camera aimed at you.
“Did you just take a picture of me?” You giggled in which he chuckled.
“It looked nice so I just randomly snapped it. I hope you don’t mind.” He bashfully smiled at you, making you shake your head to tell him you were okay with him taking a picture of you. Afterwards, both of you walked side by side again, admiring and saying out your own creative opinions on each art you see. You were almost at the end of the exhibition, he was still walking beside you while he took pictures of the art.
Just then, Hyunjin held onto your wrist and said, “Hey, let’s get one picture together.” You agreed to it as you asked where he wanted to take the picture. He made you choose and soon he approached a couple and asked for their help to take your picture.
When Hyunjin came back to you, he stood beside you and you wondered what he would do. However, the minute you felt him snake an arm around your waist, your heart skipped a few beats.
You turned to ask him how to pose for the picture but instead, you got slightly flustered by how close his face was with yours as he was already looking down at you. That’s when he smiled and whispered softly so that only you could hear, “Can I go closer?” With that being said, you simply nodded as he leaned down a little more and you couldn’t help but let the corner of your lips curve up.
The moment you could feel his nose gently brush against his, you heard the sound of the camera click. He playfully nudged his head towards you, feeling his lips graze over yours briefly before he pulled away completely.
Both of you left after he took his camera back, neither of you dared to acknowledge what happened earlier.
Lucky for you, he didn’t act like he was awkward or anything so you didn’t as well. Similar to the other night when you went ice skating with him, he offered to walk you to your door. There were times where you would feel like his pinkie was brushing against yours and at one point felt like he wanted to lock pinkies with you.
When you made it in front of your door, Hyunjin was the first to speak up.
“I hope you had fun today, cause I definitely did.”
“Any day with you is always fun.” You teased him in which you see the cute pink tints on his cheeks as he chuckled.
“This might be random, but do you think I can get a hug before I go?” Hyunjin asked. You of course wanted it so saying no was never going to be an option. Instead of verbally responding to his question, you opened your arms instead for him. He laughed but nevertheless, took a few steps closer and soon wrapped his arms around your shoulders.
You easily buried your face in his chest as you hugged him by the waist securely. This feels so comforting and warm, you wish you could stay like this forever. A few minutes later, he left not without saying goodnight and when he did, you couldn’t help but smile.
You knew exactly what to do for your assignment that was due next week.
Two weeks later, everyone’s artworks have been submitted to your professor for grading. Nobody knows what the other students drew. You were just sitting in your own spaces while everyone was busy chatting amongst themselves including you and Hyunjin when your professor walked in with a bright smile on his face.
“Good morning class, I have already seen and marked your individual assignment. I must say, I am very impressed with all your works, especially 3 of you which I’m not going to say who it belongs to but I will show the art pieces.” He said as he soon took out a canvas from the opaque bag.
Immediately, a group in the corner started cheering for the girl who was wearing that smug look on her face. The art was of beauty products and a picture of a girl who looks somewhat like herself. Clearly she loves herself and makeup more than anyone else.
You quietly listened to your professor explain why this piece was his third favourite, only for Hyunjin to whisper to you, “That’s a little shameless if you ask me.”
With that being said, you couldn’t help but giggle as you gently slapped his arm. A few minutes later, your professor kept the canvas and went to reach in for the second one as he spoke up.
“Now this next one, is very simple but has a very meaningful touch to it I would say. Not only did this person include fine art, they also included a small bit of abstract art as well.” Your professor said as he soon took out the canvas.
Almost instantly, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.
It was your artwork.
“As you all can see, this person clearly shows that they love art from all the art materials on the desk, the easel, the canvas, and the arm that belongs to the artist who is also painting a picture which shows an abstract art of a camera. So from this itself, I think this person loves art and photography. I think this is very good.” Your professor explained.
Just when you thought you could get away from being exposed, Hyunjin decides to whisper to you. Something that you hoped he would never notice.
“Is… that yours?” He asked, in which you couldn’t help but avoid his eyes.
“No it’s not, what are you talking about?” You tried to lie but he could see right through you. Hence, the reason why he softly chuckled at you.
“Liar… If that’s not yours, why aren’t you looking at me when you answer?” He asked, making you click your tongue and roll your eyes at him.
“Oh hush.” You said as he laughed again and soon turned his attention back to your professor.
Minutes passed, it was finally time for the last art. Your professor took the canvas out and you could’ve sworn you recognized the art. The art was mostly abstract but you could make out the picture to be someone standing in the middle while they’re looking at a huge art piece on the wall. The only reason why you recognized it is because you’ve seen this picture before.
The original picture that this art piece was based on.
So after your professor had finished explaining why this was his favourite one out of all of them, he kept all the artworks and soon continued with his teaching. All the while, you tried not to think about that art piece. Of course you know it was Hyunjin’s but you just don’t want to acknowledge it.
With that being said, once your professor had dismissed you all, everyone began to keep their belongings. However, for some reason, Hyunjin and you seemed to be taking your own sweet time with keeping your stuff to the point where the rest of your classmates had already left. And not long after, your professor looked at you two and smiled.
“Are you two not going for lunch?” He asked.
“Uh… we’ll go in a bit, sir.” Hyunjin replied, to which your professor soon nodded and left.
The moment it was just you and Hyunjin left in the room, the room fell silent for a few beats before you decided to acknowledge him.
“You painted that?” You asked softly in which Hyunjin smiled shyly as he avoided your gaze but nonetheless answered your question.
“Mhm… Do you hate it?” He asked quietly.
“No… I actually loved it.” You said as he finally looked at you. His eyes were soft but you almost couldn’t read his expression.
“The aim of this assignment was to create an artwork of something you love most… Then does that mean…” You whispered your last sentence, too afraid to speak louder. Hyunjin smiles as he carefully scoots closer to you and gently cups your face with one hand while the other holds your waist.
“Do you need me to verbally confirm it?” He asked in a hushed tone. Your heart was racing in your chest but you wanted to hear it from his mouth so you nodded softly. Hyunjin smiled sweetly before he leaned in to leave his lips just an inch from yours.
“I’m in love with you Y/N.” He whispers as you feel him caress your cheek with his thumb. Butterflies erupted in your stomach upon his confession and you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a few beats.
“Good, because I think I’m in love with you too.”
With that being said, he breaks into a wide smile as he captures your lips in a gentle kiss. It felt so surreal to kiss your best friend but hey, at least the feeling’s mutual. Your mind was swirling when you felt the corner of his lips curve into a smile against your lips. He hugs you closer while you melt in his arms. He pulls away softly, letting his forehead rest against yours while he caresses your cheeks.
“I’m glad I met you that night in the supermarket.” He said, making you shyly giggle.
“I was kind of surprised that you remembered me on your first day in class to be honest.”
“How could I not remember the cute girl from the supermarket that was struggling to get the pancake box at the highest shelf?” Hyunjin teased you and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him playfully.
“Now you’re just being a flirt, aren’t you?” You said, making him wink at you.
“Is it working?” He asked.
A soft scoff left your lips but you also laughed, causing him to capture you in a kiss. The kiss was playful but also sweet, something you knew that just radiates off him naturally for he is the sweetest yet playful boy you’ve ever met.
You’re just lucky to have met someone who likes you for who you are and also appreciates art like you do.
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Maybe a Somewhat Perv Jisung x Reader? Both like eachother but reader is too shy and obvlious so Jisung makes suggestive moves at him daily but he finally snaps when you two are hanging out and he makes you sit on his lap, playfully grinded on you but you still gave no reaction so he just pins the reader in his bed?
cw // Angst, Sudden Kiss, Pervy Sung
(a/n: I don't know if you wanted a more steamy scene but this is what I made shdhhsb, sorry-)
Jisung was getting more annoyed and annoyed as days goes on that you didn't notice the signs of him liking you. He did every subtle to atleast get a signal but everytime he does something, it seems that you kept laughing it off as a joke.
From neck kisses to cheek kisses, you heavily laughed it off and from butt slaps to full-on butt groping was just ignored by you.
This time, he proposed a hangout with only both of you. And this time, Jisung will make sure that the hangout will end with him having an answer.
You had arrived at Jisung’s tiny apartment with a smile on your face, another day to hangout with Jisung always manages to brighten up your mood.
His cheeks always so squishy, his lips’ lovely pout, his eyes that can sparkle like stars or dim as darkness when he’s angry, his muscles that flexes whenever you touch it, his pecs—
You shook your head at the intrusive thoughts, flustered at them too much that you didn't notice Jisung opening the door for you.
The quokka boy looked at you while you were getting lost in your thoughts, chuckling when you still didn't notice him.
“Earth to Y/N?” he says, snapping his fingers in front of your face. Your face finally came into realization, mouth hanging agape at the shock and surprise.
“Oh, Sungie, I didn't notice... How long have you been staring...?” you asked, voice trailing off awkwardly as you played with the hem of your shirt.
Cute. Jisung eyes you down, slicking his lips up with his tongue.
Jisung always found you so cute and so corruptible, he couldn't stop his annoying perverted thoughts to slip into his brain.
You smiled at the boy and went inside, earning a butt slap from the other when you did as you just shrugged it off as a normal gesture, Jisung eyed the back of your head as you went to his room — already familiar with the small apartment only able to house a single person.
Jisung’s sigh could be heard across the apartment but you didn't even bat an eyelid. He followed you in the room, your lips churning into a smile as he does so.
“So what’s on our list today?” You said, awkwardly giggling as you scratch the back of your head. Jisung always has a funny way of saying things, it always seem to make you smile.
An obnoxious grin appeared on Jisung’s face, leaning against the wall as you sat down on his bed. You noticed Jisung’s shit-eating grin and you look at him conspicuously, “What??” you ask, scoffing funnily momentarily.
“Nothing, you look hot.” he mumbles.
You huff at what he said and your weird look on him got even weirder.
“Really now? My baggy clothes looks hot?”
You roll your eyes jokingly while Jisung’s eyes wandered your frame. He moved towards you on sat on the bed, holding your hand in his.
“Yep, always hot.” he answers, rubbing your hands. His voice was a bit monotonous while speaking but his eyes showed a lot of emotions.
Despite Jisung’s clearly love-stricken eyes that you somehow failed to notice, you lay your head on his shoulder and hum a low tune.
“Thank you.” you smiled at him, taking a deep sigh.
Jisung grabbed your hips and plops you down on his lap, you continue to hum as if Jisung’s doing was normal which it kinda was since he does place you on his lap often.
“You really our incomparable to others and a great friend.” You continued, a part of you hurting a bit as you said that. You brush your hair out of your eyes and smiled, “I’m kinda hungry..” you said, mouth turning into a pout while you leaned back against him.
Jisung’s brain processed what you finally said a moment ago, he clenched his jaw in irritation. Your obliviousness finally drawing his last straw.
Jisung swung your body around and pinned you to the beed, his eye twitching in annoyance. “Tch, how do you not fucking understand, Y/N” Jisung said, his face red and flourishing with irritation.
He looks you in the eyes, orbs trailing on your confused and shocked face.
You were flabbergasted to say the least, especially the fact that Jisung practically manhandled you faster than your brain could process it.
“W—What? Did— did I do— or say something wrong?” you asked in a panicked tone — your throat felt dry.
Jisung scanned your face and his eyebrows knitted in confusion, he was speechless at how dumb you were at taking hints.
“I— I- I’m sorry if I’ve done anything wrong..” you struggled to find the right words. Your eyes looked up at Jisung, wincing slightly at the applied pressure on your shoulders.
Jisung scoffed before he leans down his head, then you felt something soft against your mouth.
Jisung put a whole surge of emotions into the kiss, lust being the most noticeable because he continued.
You sighed and returned as much but being in full shock made you slightly unresponsive.
Kissing Jisung was not on the list of doings today but god, it felt so good — so comfortable — so hot?
Jisung started being rough in the kiss, pressing you down as he started going down on you. It was hard keeping up with him as even started to unbutton his shirt.
Your hands didn't know where to go before Jisung felt a force against his chest, pushing him back as you tried to breathe. Jisung’s shirt was unbuttoned and you could see some skin while his face showed shock, almost inching into guilt.
“Y/N....” he mumbles.
You look at him — throat bobbing. “I felt overwhelmed, Ji.. I’m sorry.. I didn't know you felt that way.”
He opened his mouth but then, no words slipped out.
Your eyes looked down on your lap while Jisung was trying to find the correct words to say. Han Jisung always had boys and girls on their knees but it came different to you, he really likes you.
“I’ve liked you for a long time, Y/N.” he confessed, lips thinning out into a frown when he still noticed you — staring at your lap.
He was about to leave before you had just grabbed him, actually smiling a bit at his awful confession. “I like you too.” you said, the quokka's smile returning.
You leaned in to give him a small kiss, “Don’t be in a rush though, pervert.” you tell him jokingly.
“Hey! I’m not a pervert!”
Totally not a nornal hangout.
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— member. hyunjin
— genre(s). fluff, hogwarts!au, rival!au, slytherin!hyunjin, hufflepuff!reader
— words. 640
you huffed, putting the herbology book back onto the bookshelf with a quiet sound of frustration as it magically flied up to put it back on the topmost shelf. that definitely wasn't the one you are searching for.
like most hufflepuffs, you have a natural interest and talent with every living thing, including plants. herbology was one of the classes that you excell at. yet lately, you couldn't find yourself to stay focus on the class thanks to the shitty sleep schedule you had lately.
you'd written your notes while reading one of these books, but no, your shitty sleep schedule had fucked them up once again and in your sleep-deprived haze had written the notes in the book instead of on the paper beside it. you'd searched through half the books in this section and it looked like you were going to spend two hours more looking through every other one before the night curfew.
turning the corner, you stopped dead in your tracks: leaning against the bookshelf leisurely was no other than hwang hyunjin—the slytherin 'it boy' who also happened to be your rival in herbology class—eyes faintly amused, lips upturned ever so slightly in the most irritating goddamn smirk you had ever seen. sometimes, in a fit of madness, you wondered what it would be like to do anything other than be annoyed at him because he unfairly looked fucking soft and kissable—
oh merlin, you were sleep-deprived again.
"looking for this?" hyunjin handed a book to you.
you took it with a noticeable distance between your fingers. flipping through the pages, you recognized your handwriting in the corners.
the smirk grew.
"usually one expects 'thank you' in return, perhaps even a 'thank you ever so much, you've made my life so much easier, however may I repay you—'"
"thank you," you ground out, tone snappish.
putting on a petulant face, hyunjin snatched the book back and held it high, above your reach.
"give that back, hwang! or else."
"oh-! how scary.~ are you going to hex me or something like how you usually threaten me?" he teased, holding the book up higher while you jumped in vain.
"just give that back already!"
"maybe if you say thank you nicely."
"i'll thank you when i have it back!"
"now, now, that's no way to respond," he murmured, backing you into the bookshelf. your breath audibly hitched at his actions, suddenly felt very small as your book hit the top of the bookshelf, no doubt sending dust flying, and your back hit the rows of spines shoved tightly together.
"you're a bastard," you said, head slightly tilted as you glared furiously at him.
hyunjin then removed his hands off of the bookshelf only to caging you from going anywhere. he then dropped his head and lowered his voice, ghosting his lips above yours and oh merlin... you two were close enough to kiss. close enough to making your heart race in anticipating.
why was he doing this? why were you thinking about that—
"am I still a bastard now?"
"very much so," you managed, but it came out weak instead of the defiant manner that you wished it had been.
"judging by your reaction, I don't think so." the sound of footsteps in the next row over caused hyunjin to back away, and with that perpetually infuriating smirk let you know that he would see you in the next herbology class.
as he went from your peripheral eyes, you tried to stabilize your breathing. you wanted nothing more than to crumble into the floor as you felt your face and neck become warmer just from remembering what was almost happened if it wasn't because of the person in the next row.
and your book? it was still on top of the shelf.
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Seungmin really do be hittin though 😭
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Kinktober ~ Day 22
WORD COUNT: 0.8K
PAIRING: CHAN X GN!READER
GENRE: SMUT, blow job, stripper chan, no storyline
You felt your entire body flush as you looked up at your boyfriend on stage. Dressed up in what was supposed to be in a policeman's uniform smirking at you as he watched you in the crowd.
"I can't believe you would even let him do something like this," Your judgemental friend muttered to you as you turned to face her. She had a disgusted look plastered across her face as you shook your head, not following along.
"It's filthy, you let him strip in front of other people?"
"If it's how he wants to earn his money then so be it? What's the big deal, we used to do it." You mumbled to her as you threw some money onto the stage for Chan as he slowly unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. You couldn't have been any prouder of your boyfriend for doing something he clearly enjoyed.
"It's different, you just know he'll sleep with his female clients?" You cocked your eyebrow at her as you felt yourself laughing at her. How could she believe something so stupid since it was against every stripper's protocol to sleep with someone who went to watch them?
"Trust me, Chan isn't sleeping with anyone except me," A devilish smirk clouded your face as your mind went back to what had transpired backstage right before your friend arrived.
"Shit, Y/n don't fucking stop," Chan's voice broke as he leant his head back against the dressing room mirror. His hands holding the back of his head as he helped guide your head up and down his cock. You hummed around him that you understood, staring up at him through your lashes.
Enjoying the way your boyfriend lost control with you between his leg, hand on his balls as your mouth took him as deep into your throat as you could. Pulling away for a second you ran your tongue up and down the entire length of his dick, watching as his lips parted and nothing but a strangled moan fell out. His hands tightened around you so you smirked, taking him back into your mouth and moaning as he twitched against your lips.
"So fucking warm," He moaned out as he looked down at you, his eyes were dark as you stared up at him. This was your favourite part about his job, you would get him off right before a show or leave him begging for more. Tonight you wanted him to cum, you wanted him to be out on that stage thinking of you as he dance and stripped for everyone else. Leaving marks around his abdomen to let everyone know in the room that he was taken, they didn't need to know by who.
"You're such a fucking tease," He grunted as he looked down at you, resting his hand on your cheek. Grunting as you moved your head faster around him, pulling away to suck on his tip. Letting saliva run down his length and drip down onto the floor. His name was being called out in the hall and he was due for stage any second.
"Looks like you better cum," You smirked as you pumped him quickly in your hand, his hips thrusting as his hands reached for something to hold onto. Knocking several things from the dresser onto the floor in the process.
You took him back into your mouth, moaning around his cock as he grunting. Beginning to slowly thrust his hips into your mouth, driving his cock deeper into your throat as you gripped onto his thighs. Nails digging onto him a little as you watched him, he was completely lost in finding his high and you loved it.
"S-Shit, I'm close." He moaned out as his hips seemed to slow, you whined moving your mouth again. Bobbing your head at the same pace his hips had been moving, Staring at him as you began to suck a little.
"Holy- S-Shit, Y/n!" His hands held onto your as he came into your mouth, the warm liquid hitting the back of your throat made you smiled.
Sinking back onto your ass you looked up at him, wiping the corners of your mouth and smiling at him.
"Just you fucking wait until I'm finished tonight," He moaned out, cleaning off his dick with a tissue as you got up from the floor. Kissing him softly,
"I'll be out with my friend tonight, but I can't wait to get home." You breathed at him, kissing down his neck as he let out a shaky moan of your name.
"Have fun tonight," Chan said as he made his way to your table but your friend was staring at someone else on the stage.
"I don't think we're going to hang out," You breathed getting up and holding Chan's hand. If your friend was going to be so judgemental about your boyfriends choice of career, you would go have fun elsewhere. Lords know you would have a lot more fun with Chan than you would have with her.
Tagline: @minholuvs @taestannie @sw33tnight @acciocriativity @mwitsmejk @taeechwitaa @justbangtanthingz @stillwithlix
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Member: Bang Chan
Include: smut, blowjob
Description : He left with nothing, not a single text. Suddenly a years after his disappearing, he comes back with more than just a message.
It was a normal Sunday afternoon, today was your day off from work. You wanted to do nothing more than get a warm bath with red wine and watch movies. Instead of that you got notification from your best friend talking about Chan, for you it wasn't just talking but more like fangirling and no wonder; your best friend was a Stay, fan of the popular group called Stray Kids.
You never knew what she saw in them but supported her nonetheless. The concept of falling in love with a person who is never going to know who you are and spending every money on an album just to be able to breathe close to them for a second feels too painful for you.
But you never tell your best friend about him, you never told her about Christopher well known as the Bang Chan, your childhood friend and crush. You two used to be close, texting back and forth every day.
Although you two went to the same school you never talked to him, so you question why he just wrote to you one day but was glad nonetheless and that was how a beautiful friendship was created.
Chan used to be the popular guy who was loved from all sides while you were the shy introverted girl who never could stay in the spotlight for more than 2 seconds. It was no wonder that with time apart you two slowly forget about each other.
While you were watching your favourite show on Netflix your phone vibrated, signifying that you got a new message. Your eyes go wide when you notice the contact name. Christopher was writing to you. His message was simple. It only said “hey :)” but it already surprised you.
With every text you two shared you wondered why he wrote to you but was too shy to ask. It was around 2am when you saw his last message, thinking he fell asleep, you closed your eyes.
Suddenly the loud notification from your phone makes your eyes snap open. The light of your screen made you blink several times but your body froze the moment you saw new messages from Chan and everything clicked the moment he asked you out..
Your mind tried to proceed with the information and with shaking hands you agreed with his offer letting out a deep breath, already preparing for tomorrow's meeting with your lost crush.
The next morning you wake up, happy but nervous. You didn't know what to expect from this, somehow you silently wish you two end today in more than in a friendship way but you knew that was wishful thinking. You and Chan didn't meet for long so any feelings could be long forgotten, but not for you; with his first message you realize you still like him a lot, a lot more than you should.
You glared at the hours gasping loud when you notice you're already late. While you were running to the destination when you were supposed to meet Chan, Chan was nervously standing there.
He notices you're late and that gives him only more anxiety, what if you decided to change your plans? What if you ain't as excited to see him as he is?
Truth is Chan always liked you, he wasn't sure if stays noticed his bright smile while he was talking about you in his live but he did and he remembered how happy he was having you by his side. Now when he had the chance he couldn't let it slip through his fingers any more.
He left out a relieved sigh when he saw you going closer to him. Instead of a simple hello Chan immediately brings you into one of his warm tight hugs, having a precious smile on his face.
Although you were taken aback you hugged Chan back nonetheless. His body radiates so much warmth, you wanted to stay in his hug forever. Unfortunately both of you decided to pull away leaving a cold sensation behind.
You looked at each other for like forever, no one dared to say the first word. Chan coughs awkwardly "So, it's been a long time since we talked. How have you been? Something new?" made you instantly start talking to him about everything and anything.
Chan chuckled "I remember a lot about you but i don't remember you being so talkative" which made you smirk "I grew up Chan, obviously a lot of things changed. I'm not that shy girl anymore" you admitted, feeling proud Chan nodded, he knew how much problems talking give to you in the past and he was more than happy to hear that.
You both stop before the coffee shop and Chan as the gentleman he is opens the door for you. He helped you to sit down and asked you what you would love to order, leaving you for a moment alone.
You deeply breathed in and out, you were crushing on him once again. You didn't expect the last half an hour to leave such an effect on you but it did and you weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing.
While you were lost in your head Chan came back with your hot chocolate in one hand and his green tea in second. Giving you your drink you quietly thanked him and sip on your drink, letting the warmth get all over your body.
You and Chan talked for a long time, getting to know each other better and better. "You know, i always liked you but now you're giving me more reason to love you" time seemed to stop the moment those words leave his mouth, freezing you in your seat with your mouth wide open.
When you get out of your trance you smile, putting your hand on his and softly squeeze it "and you should know then, that the average time for falling is 134 days.. Guess you make a new record" now was the time when tables turned, you left Chan completely speechless and blushing mess. His ears turned red making you softly giggle.
Chan couldn't wait any longer, he stood up still with your hand in his and led you out of the shop. You questioned where he was leading you but didn't ask, you trusted him completely. Your eyes widen when you realize where you were, your eyes getting ready to share some tears "how come you still remember where we met?" He smiled at you " The moment we met will always be unforgettable for me, I didn't trust in love at first sight before I met you here" his words made you blush.
You forgot how beautiful this place was; the beauty of nature and one single cherry tree with a big lake surrounding it. It was breathtaking and mesmerized. This place holds so much love in it, from couples meeting there to old grandparents dancing around. And maybe that's why you believed the reason you two met here was destiny, which knew that you both will be together one day.
His arms wrap around your waist, making you feel his buff chest against your back as Chan traced a way of soft kisses on your spine. Making you shiver at that touch. "You have no idea how long i waited for this moment, i think i had enough time to prepare where i want to take you when you'll be finally mine" his words hold all the care and love he had for you.
Chan couldn't keep his hands to himself as it slowly slid down to your sensitive area, making you shiver and your skin to create visible goosebumps. You pushed Chan hand away, turning around to look into his eyes. He nodded "You're right, if you feel like it's too soon I can understand that".
Chan wanted to say more but you silenced him with a kiss. Leaning your forehead against his you whispered "it's not about being too soon,trust me i also wanted this moment for so long. But you gave me so much love today and instead I just want to give it back to you".
He nodded, kissing your lips one more time. Chan unzipped his trousers, bringing the fabric of his jeans down which suddenly felt too hot and tight for him.
You didn't hesitate and immediately brought his slippers down as well. Looking at his big standing erection your head started to spin, your body feeling hotter every second.
You caressed his long dick several times before you took it into your mouth. Chan leaves a loud moan, making you confident in what you're doing.
His head leaned back "Gosh baby, I'm thankful I have someone amazing like you by my side now". You sucked on the tip of his dick, wrapping your hand around his dick as you stroke his whole length multiple times.
Chan groaned "Please princess, stop teasing me like that" He touched the skin on your cheek, making you keep eye contact with you.
The love he held in his eyes was insane. Making you want to only bring the best to him, you fasten up your speed. You start to bob your head up and down.
His soft compliments and words make you feel like in heaven too, Chan carefully hold your head taking all control over how fast or how deep your mouth goes basically fucking your mouth deeply and fastly.
Your eyes rolled back, at the lustful feeling. Chan was soft yet rough, and that was the combination you liked the most.
Even though you choked many times the tasteful feeling of his dick and saliva inside your mouth was enough to make you continue.
His moans intensified,his breath quicker and his lower part started to slightly shake.You knew he was close.You picked up your speed,officially sending him over the edge as his white substance came into your mouth as Chan moaned in pleasure.
When you feel like you finally steady your breathing, after giving Chan one of the best blowjobs he ever had. You thought it was over but he leaned close to your ear, kissing your earlobe and whispered "Don't go anywhere, I wanna take you to my house"
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Han Jisung x reader. (s, f)
Author’s note: This is inspired by a friend of mine in high school, one day he told me a wet dream he had of me in details that I doubted if he really was dreamed of me or it was a wild fantasy he had of me but I remember my reaction vividly, I was like “Yeah? That’s so sick” then continued working on my math homework. WILD TIMES INDEED!
"So, I watched this French movie last night," you started speaking as you put down your can of beer on the coffee table.
Han gulped down his beer, brashly wiped the wet patch of beer on his upper lips with the back of his hand.
"You know how I do whenever I watch a movie, right?" You glanced at him to seek affirmation,
He nodded, "yeah, you would probably be too immersed in it,"
"Exactly!" You exclaimed, then shifted on your seat to face him on the beaten-up couch in your rented studio, "and the actor is also hot that I ended up dreaming about him last night,"
Han chuckled, "that's so typically you,"
You laughed at his take on you because he wasn't entirely wrong, "Okay, this might be embarrassing, but I dreamed of having sex with him," you shyly admitted.
Han's head perked up in your direction, started to get intrigued by your statement.
You stifled a laugh, "I haven't had like a wet dream like that for," you paused to rake your memories, "I don't know how long,"
Han chuckled at how your cheeks reddened by your own confession.
"Like," you took a quick sip of your beer, "I woke up feeling hot and bothered. I might have had clenching over nothing in my sleep too," you sighed, "so pathetic," you sneered, pitying yourself.
"How is that pathetic?" He asked you in pure confusion.
"I think everyone at least had a wet dream once in their lives," he stated.
You pursed your lips, but he was right though, "maybe I'm just touch-deprived," you shrugged again.
Han took a long swig of his beer that you were sure he had done with his can.
"Now that you talked about it," he paused to lean forward, propping his elbows on his knees, "I had a wet dream to last night,"
You rolled your eyes, "You mean you watched some good porn last night, huh?" You sneered.
He cracked up laughing at your wild guess, "no, really,"
You scoffed in disbelief, "I mean, what's the possibility of us collectively having wet dreams at the same time last night?" You laughed at how absurd it was to you.
"Do you want to hear it or not?" He asked, half-laughing along with you. He licked his upper lip, "It's okay if you don't want to,"
You put on a serious face, "okay, let's hear it," you said to him, folding your hands together on your chest.
Han cleared his throat, "so in this dream," he paused to glance at you, and you glanced back at him, "so, in this dream," he started again, "I was in my a friend's house, and there was no one there,"
He shifted in his seat, rested the side of his body against the couch, "there was a trail of clothes on the floor," he explained, his hands started making weird gestures, "there was a dress on the floor, and not far from it, her bra so I followed in the track,"
"Don't tell me it leads to a house made of candies and sweets?" You teased, suppressed a laugh as you said it.
Han shot you a look, glaring at you through his dark eyelashes.
You held your hands up at him, "okay, no more interruption," you promised, making a zipping motion along with your mouth.
He squinted at you, nodding.
"Anyway, so I picked up her clothes off the floor while following in the track," he paused to prop a hand against his head onto the headrest of the couch, "and turned out, it leads to her room,"
"My eyes found the last piece of clothing was her underwear, a pale pink lacey underwear, the color was so soft and pretty, just like the color of her nipples," he described, eyes stole a glance at you.
You stifled a laugh.
"I found her on the bed, laying on her side," he went on, "she wore nothing, just lay there fully naked on the bed, her eyes looking at me with such anticipation as if she's been waiting for me,"
He heavily sighed, "I walked closer to her, I just stood there looking down at her. She's so," he paused to emphasize what he tried to say next, "beautiful!"
He rubbed his lips with his thumb and index fingers, eyes looked down yet his mind clouded with the thought of the girl in his dream, "her hair sprawled around her head, the white sheet did nothing but made her even more fascinating to look at, like she has this glow around her," his breathing became heavier.
His eyes shifted at yours, unwavering. He shot you a smile, a sly smile that hinted something hidden behind it.
He sharply inhaled and continued, "I put my hand on her cheek, swiping my thumb over her lips in which she eagerly took into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirled around my thumb, slick and hot,"
You found yourself feeling hypnotized by the way he recited his dream to you. There was something about it that forced you to listen to the rest of it.
"I trailed my fingers down her neck and down to her chest," he swallowed at the imaginary touches he made in his head, "She's so soft all over," he whimpered.
"I placed my hand on the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips, and I have this urge to just lay beside her,"
"Did you?" You asked.
"I did," he answered, "I lay beside her and just touch her all over. She's so so, so soft," he said it like words couldn't fathom his admiration.
"I kissed her bare shoulder," he continued, " then I lifted her arm and kissed that heart-shaped birthmark she has on her inner arm,"
Your mouth parted at the mention of the birthmark that caused you to glance down on your heart-shaped mark on your inner arm.
When you looked up, Han gazed at you. He knows that you knew he had been talking about you, the girl of his dream.
"So, what happened next?" You asked, dared yourself to gaze back at him.
"I kissed her mouth," he raked a hand through his hair, "she tastes like fruit juice and cream," he sighed, "she tasted so heavenly,"
You bit your lower lip, unwittingly rubbing your thighs together.
"Or that's what I thought she would taste like," he added.
You raised one of your eyebrows at him.
"I hate to tell you this, but the dream ended just like that," he informed.
"Were you hoping for more than just that?" You teased.
He let out a long sigh, "I wouldn't even dare to dream it but, yes."
"Have you told this friend about this dream yet?" Your voice went lower as you asked him this.
He gave a firm nod, "yes," he answered.
"What was her reaction?" You asked to tease him more.
"Well, a good friend would help you make your dream come true," you said with a smile.
Han looked at you, his mouth slightly curled in the corner.
"Can you close your eyes?"
His head turned in your direction with a puzzled look on his face.
"I have something for you," you softly spoke, "can you close your eyes so I can give it to you?"
Han looked bewildered but curious at the same time, he stifled a nod, "Yeah, okay," then closed his eyes.
You slowly got up from the couch, your heart beating so fast you were afraid Han might hear your heart drumming out of control.
You took another look at him to make sure his eyes were still closed, then took off your shirt and let it drop onto the floor. You lingered for a moment there, looking down at him, then walked backward and took off your skirt next. You made a trail with your piece of clothing that led to your bedroom. When there was no piece of clothing left on you, you climbed onto the bed and lay on your side on the bed.
Han has his eyes closed for a while now, he anticipated you to tell him to open his eyes at some point, but it was too quiet now. He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was your shirt on the floor right next to his feet. He got up and followed your trace of clothing littered on the floor that guided him to your bedroom.
His breath caught in his throat when he found you lying naked on the bed. When he thought nothing could get better than his dream, well, he was wrong.
It was far better than his dream. He approached you, and if it wasn't for the way your chest was heaving, he would have thought he was back inside his dream.
Your eyes looked up at him, trying to keep your calm despite blood rushing throughout your body, making your skin blotchy red.
His hesitant hand reached for your cheek, his thumb swiped over your lips, and just like he was expected, you took it into your mouth, gently sucked on it, swirling your tongue around his rough finger pad.
"Are you real?" He asked, his voice was so low it was almost like a whisper.
You grabbed his hand by his wrist, "You can touch me as much as you want later," you said, then got up to kneel on the bed, "now can we pick up from where your dream ended?" You asked, eyebrows raised.
Laying your hands flat on his chest, you leaned in to kiss him on the mouth. You looped your hands around his neck, pulling him deep into your kiss, he held your face with both hands. He pulled away to catch a breath.
"So, how did I taste like?" You asked.
"Heavenly, " he said with a smile.
He pressed his lips on yours again, your hands feverishly unbuttoning his shirt, in which his hands soon helped you get rid of it. You tugged your hand on his belt, struggled to unbuckle it with your lips still connected with his. Han chuckled into your mouth, removed your hands to unbuckle it himself. You sat down on the bed as he pulled down his jeans, licking your lower lip the moment your eyes landed on his firm cock.
You stuck out your hand, and he took it, you pulled him, brought him down with you onto the mattress.
Bodies slithering against each other hands endlessly savoring each other's touches, drinking in the pleasure it brought on you.
"The condom is there," you informed, "it's in the drawer," you pointed to the bedside table.
His hand shortly reached to pull open the small drawer and took out one foil packet from a box.
He got off of you, kneeling on the bed. He tore the wrap with his teeth, and you watched as he fiddled with the condom. His eyes looked back and forth between you and the tas in hands. You noticed that his hands were slightly shaking.
You sat up, took the condom from him, helped him with it.
"Is it that uncomfortable when I look at you?" You softly asked him as you rolled it down his length.
"No, it's just me," he stuttered.
You smiled at him, inching closer to him to place a tender kiss on his mouth. You looked up at him when you broke the kiss, "if it's that uncomfortable to you," you turned your body around, kneeling with your back against him, you hand searched for him, "then we should just do it like this," you bent over on the bed and went on all fours for him. He went along when you pulled him with you, molded his body on yours, you looked over your shoulders, "so you don't need to worry about me looking at you," you added.
He gave you a rushed kiss, a hand gripped you by your jaw to deepen his kiss.
You felt his cock graze your thigh, arching your back to seek more friction with him. Han seemed to notice how needy you were for him as much as he wanted to be inside right now. Retracted his mouth from yours, he traced his hand along your back and down to that beautiful arch of your back, then caressed the supple flesh of your rear before palming your drenched core. He hummed as he had anticipated this very moment as he carefully pushed his length inside you.
You balled the sheet in your hands, feeling his cock deliciously stretching your walls. He let out a raw groan when he buried deep inside you, hands gripped each side of your hips.
He attached his body with yours again, mouth hastily found yours, you voluntarily turned your head to the side to let him capture you in a dizzying, breathless kiss.
He started thrusting, buried his head on the crook of your neck, you heard every noise he made as he was fucking you.
"You feel so good," he cooed, his breath felt hot on your skin.
You lowly chuckled, "better than you've dreamed of?" You asked him.
You heard him smiling against your ear, "beyond," he answered, truthfully it took everything in him to form an answer when he was too blissed out to fathom his thoughts into words.
He looked down at the way your hand and his were rested next to each other, he placed his hand on yours and laced it together, "now, it's perfect," he muttered.
You couldn't help but smile at the small endearing gesture he made toward you, and at the same time, overwhelmed at how he slowly fucking you into oblivion. You wondered if it was all a dream because this was too good to be true.
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hi hi hi, i hope you’re doing well <33
if you’re still taking requests, could you write something about how chan would be like as a boyfriend/in a relationship please? thank you for your time and energy, have an amazing weekend ! <3
soo, boyfriend Chan hm?... I must say I have many thoughts on boyf!chan, anon, MANY THOUGHTS! but don't worry I managed to make it short 😬
Thank you for requesting and let me know if you like it 🥰
One word: CLINGY
If he is not touching you 24/7 he will literally lose his shit. Chan is the perfect boyfriend™, does everything in his power to make your life easier, cute and very loving. Worships the ground you walk in. Texts you one hundred times a day if you are not together. Orders food for you and has it delivered to your house if he knows you are having a busy or hard day.
His love language is physical touch so his s/o would have to be really into it, or it just would not work, but he can be very understanding if they don't feel like it. They also need to understand his busy schedule, cause he loves his job as much as he loves them. Has to get along with the boys as well.
His favourite kinds of dates are walks in the park, will have his arm around your neck all the time and will kiss the top of your head every five seconds. VERY into kissing, just wants to be as close to you as possible. No make out session has ever not turned into something more.
Loves squishing your face with his hands and say how cute you are with a baby voice.
"LOOK AT YOU!! SO CUTE!!"
🗣loves biting 🗣 will randomly bite you anywhere, arms, cheeks... lips... 👁👄👁
Spoils his partner, 100% buys matching clothes and makes them wear them to your dates. The boys love to tease him about it but he just doesn't care. He thinks it's the cutest thing ever.
Can often be found sleeping on the couch when you stay over because he has trouble sleeping and doesn't want to bother you, but it doesn't really work cause you will wake up in the middle of the night and join him. The boys have hundreds of pics of the two of you sleeping in very weird positions on the couch that they use to bribe Chan and you. 😂
Your parents love him, I mean, obviously.
You also get along with his family very well, especially with his siblings.
The type to take you on road trips for vacation and make songs about you but never really shows you them. The thought of it is enough to make him blush, he thinks it's really corny but he loves loving you. 🥲🤌💕
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sleepy hyunjin in the morning with his y/n lives rent free in my head ૮ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ა .. p.s your last uh post ?? fic ?? IDK WHAT TO CALL IT KSUXISNSKDJSJS with chan was so cute &:!:!:&/&/@/@ grr making my hard flutter >:(
NO NO NO DO U REMEMBER THAT HYUNJIN VLOG WHERE HE’S ALL SLEEPY W HIS BEDHEAD N EVERYTHING $&!&?&@!&!// ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ sob inducing video </3
btw this boy will not wake up no matter how hard u try ,, kiss him or play with his hair and he whines and clings onto u tighter than u think is possible ?? like hello hyunjin let ur baby go (・・?)
he’s the type to bury his face into your chest and then lean up w the CUTEST??!:&@@&$ puppy eyes possible, giving ur jaw lil kisses LIKE ??/?/ he also does this rlly creepy thing when on the rare occasion HE WAKES UP FIRST, he stares at u until u wake up just so he can remember?? how cute??? his baby?? looks?? in the morning??? it’s cute and everything until u wake up and jump at the sight of hyun looking at u like .°(ಗдಗ。)°.♡˚✧₊⁎
n then his ass has the audacity to be like “Y/NNN don’t look at me like that !!!! :;(∩´﹏`∩);:” LIKE HELLO ?
AND ALSO THANK U ?&@! i was literally sobbing while writing it when will it be my turn
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Minho's ideal type
What he looks in a relationship
minho wants to have fun
he wants a relationship where he can be able to be himself without being judged
he also wants to have some space for himself and he will definitely let his partner have some space as well
minho is attracted by passionate and intense individuals
a person who can seem cold at first, but is actually very protective of her/his loved ones
someone who can be difficult to get to know that easily
minho likes someone that is not afraid to speak her/his mind
a little bit independent as well
I also think that he will like some jealousy here and there
but also quite mature
someone that looks mysterious and has an intense stare
somebody that has a resting bitch face kinda
minho probably likes people with dark hair and/or eyes
a person that likes using dark clothes a lot, as well as turtlenecks, eyeliner and dark eye shadows
minho likes having more intimate dates, so going to a cafe or just doing something interesting indoors would be his ideal date
he also likes going to places that aren't much known
he wants to get to know his partner on a deeper level
minho enjoys traveling and exploring new things with his s/o
having a road trip
walks through nature could also be enjoyable
h i c k e y s
very respectful about his partner likes and dislikes
handcuffs and ropes !!
minho loves pleasuring his partner and wants to know if he’s doing a good job
V O Y E U R I S M
has a huge praise kink
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What falling in love with Bangchan would feel like:
[ ps: bangchan yellow mood board by me :) <3 • part 1 • SFW ]
Waking up content, a small smile on your face, watching your room filled with warm yellow sunrise, cool air. Your mind is light and you feel like you are floating.
First bite into your favourite ice cream after a long day, putting up your feet on the coffee table, slowly feeling your sores fade away and your body relaxing into the sofa.
In the middle of a restaurant becoming aware of your friends surrounding you, watching everyone laugh and sharing embarrassing stories. Everyone's face is glowing and happy.
Reading your favourite book in a park, your favourite outfit, orange sunset light settling onto your skin slowly, your eyes are tired but the book is only getting more interesting.
First big breath after a breakdown. slowly sinking down to the ground holding yourself close together. Soft breathing, warm cheeks. "We'll get through this."
Spending hours cleaning your house, washing dishes, folding clothes, rearranging your desk, sorting your closet, having a warm bath after all of it.
Getting drenched in rain, wanting to fall asleep despite the hard rain falling down on you.
Breaking down in the shower when you feel the weight of the whole world on your shoulders pushing you down to your knees. Picking yourself up after, put on your favourite clothes. Let's try this again.
Dancing in the kitchen to your favourite song at midnight, when the world is asleep and you are at peace.
Seeing the person you used to be so close with after so long unexpectedly, broken flashbacks of everything you shared, now they are just another face in the crowd passing by.
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Maybe, I'm Afraid - Chapter Seven: A Cry of Despair
❥ pairing: lee minho x female reader (main pairing) feat. bang chan; seo changbin x female oc (side pairing); han jisung x female oc (minor pairing)
❥ genre: fluff, romance, angst & suggestive, art gallery!au, painter!au
❥ chapter warnings: mentions of food, crying, confrontation (let me know if I’m missing something)
❥ word count: 6.1k
❥ chapter synopsis: Y/N lets Chan know how she feels about him. Minho finally takes a decision related to his engagement. (series synopsis can be read on the series m.list)
❥ A/N: Hello, I hope you’re doing well! This chapter is quite intense emotionally. At least, I cried while writing, editing and proofreading it. I recommend having a tissue nearby, just in case! Please, like/reblog this if you enjoy reading it and let me know your thoughts, I’m always appreciative of your feedback! As always, happy reading!
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The canvas was already prepared and your father’s old room was ready to receive Minho. However, every time you tried to get together to bring his portrait to life, life happened.
Seungmin went on a business trip and that meant Minho had to spend more time at the office, taking care of some of the tasks that his friend was in charge of. You had been working on getting the word out about your workshops. Jeongin had been preparing the flyers in secret and, after he was done, he presented them to you. Convinced by Mrs Yang, your friends and even Minho, you decided to give it another shot.
Minho kept you updated on what he was doing regarding your father’s paintings. The two of you would meet at Yang’s restaurant at lunch and would have a meal together. Most of the time, Minho avoided talking about business and just focused on getting to know how you were doing and how everything was going with your father’s studio. You enjoyed that and you were thankful that someone enjoyed it when you talked about what made you happy and shared some of your interests as well.
Chan and you continued to go on dates and you enjoyed spending time with him. At first, everything was great and you had a fabulous time with him, but after a while, his attitude towards you shifted. It felt like you were constantly hitting a wall whenever you tried to bring him into your world. Chan enjoyed taking you to wonderful restaurants, buying you small gifts, take you to amazing places you could only ever dream of going to. But every time you tried to suggest dinner with your friends or even meet for lunch at your studio, he seemed to draw a line. He was either too busy or wanted to spend time alone with you and take you somewhere better. Nothing you had to offer seemed good enough to him which made you frustrated, to say the least.
You enjoyed his company, you enjoyed his smile and the friendship you both shared, but your mind… your mind was in a completely different place, a completely different frequency. You weren’t sure you could be with him romantically, that was something you couldn’t picture anymore. Yes, you were attracted to him, but to be in a relationship, you need more than just attraction.
Besides, if Chan wasn’t interested in being with you in your world, would he ever be able to fully love you? Or was he only going to love the idea of having you by his side? As things were progressing between you two, it seemed like the last one was more important to him. You wanted to talk to him about this and where your feelings stood because you were afraid he was committing to an idea of you he would never have.
Still, despite everything, you liked where your life was right now. It wasn’t heavily complicated and it was somewhat calm. You didn’t have to worry about whether or not you had money on your bank account all the time and the money you had saved allowed you to start looking for apartments to rent and be able to move out of Changbin’s and Hyunjae’s place. And you were getting back into painting. After all this time, you were ready and eager to do it again.
“So…” You wiped your mouth and extended a small flyer to Minho. “Following your advice and everyone’s peer pressure, I have decided to start giving workshops again.”
He finished chewing his food and glanced at the small piece of paper and grabbed it. He studied it, read every word carefully, looking at every illustration with attention and afterwards, he looked at you, smiling.
“This is great news, Y/N. Congratulations.”
“I decided to share it with you, in case you want to come… I’ll throw the first one next weekend just for close friends and you’re invited! I want to test the waters before fully diving into it with strangers, you know?”
His smile widened and to you, it seemed as if his eyes were sparkling with excitement. That filled your heart with joy.
“I’ll be there. Do you want me to be there to help you prepare things?”
“Ah, no, there’s no need.” You reassured him. “I can do it on my own. But thank you.”
He nodded, glancing at the flyer once more. Minho sighed and folded it, placing it on his jacket’s inner pocket. He chuckled.
“I’ll be there earlier, just in case.” He lifted a finger to prevent you from continuing. He gave you a half-smile. “You might need help and if you don’t, then I’ll just be there for moral support.”
“I need that constantly,” you added as a joke and he laughed.
The two of you returned to your meal and after you were done, you walked together to the outside of the restaurant. Mrs Yang came after you and gave Minho a small plastic bag, smiling.
“My husband prepared this for your dinner. There’s enough for two, so you get to share with your fiancée!”
She quickly waved you goodbye and returned to the restaurant. You glanced at Minho and watched how the polite smile on his lips didn’t match the pain in his eyes. You patted him on the shoulder and he blinked slowly, clearing his throat.
“She means well,” you said and he looked at you, nodding.
“The bright side is that I get to enjoy this dish more than once.”
You laughed at his comment and he chuckled, not taking his eyes from you. You sighed and continued to walk, your hands shoved in the pockets of your denim jeans. Minho joined you and you walked in silence to the studio, the traffic of the few cars driving by reminding you of where you were.
“I’ll go with you to the studio,” he announced and you nodded. “I have to take a couple of pictures of your father’s paintings to add to the plan.”
“Sure,” you answered, glancing at him sideways. Minho always looked great no matter the kind of lighting he was under. You were still having a hard time figuring out which kind of painting you wanted to make of him, what kind of emotion you wanted it to carry.
You liked to look at him when he was his happiest, when his smile matched his eyes, that excitement and elegance that you had noticed the first time you saw him. But there was something else, something that you had started to notice every time you glanced at him whenever he was staring at you. It was something that you found endearing, worthy of immortalizing on a canvas. There was curiosity, care, kindness. Maybe you liked Minho best when he was staring at you.
“Careful.” he grabbed your arm swiftly, preventing you from moving forward. You blinked and noticed you were near a crosswalk, a car driving by at full speed. “You’ll get hurt one of these days if you keep doing that.”
You watched as the car drove away and Minho let go of your arm. You sighed and looked at his worried expression. This was also worth putting on a canvas, wasn’t it?
“I can’t help it,” you admitted, “but thank you.”
Minho nodded and looked away from you, fixing his tie. This time and before crossing, you focused all your attention on the traffic and after a few seconds, you and Minho crossed together.
Throughout your way to the studio, and as much as you tried to avoid doing it, your eyes always slipped to Minho. Every time he noticed you looking at him, his smile would widen, and you noticed his chin rose a little higher, proudly. He liked it when you looked at him, you could see it.
You shook your head, smiling to yourself as Minho raised an eyebrow at you. Good thing you didn’t mind either. After all, who gets tired of staring at art?
~ 🎨 ~
Minho took his time at the studio. He had informed the art gallery he’d arrive late at the office, an occurrence that happened frequently whenever he was at the studio with you. He liked to take his time when he was here with you. He could’ve gotten all the pictures taken in less than ten minutes but between glances at you and getting lost in your mere existence, it was never just ten minutes.
Today, Minho got lost in your self-doubt. He watched as you placed a couple of flyers at the front desk, moving them to different corners of the table, biting your lip as you stared at it, only to shake your head and try it again. Oftentimes, you’d look at him, but he’d pretend he wasn’t staring at you, an art that at this point, he had mastered.
He saw from his peripheral vision how you’d open your mouth as if to say something to him, and then close it and move on to do something else. During his time here, you’d already gone upstairs three times, changed the flyers from position a couple more and checked the workshop room at least twice. All while Minho bought time to be in your presence, to be with you.
“I almost forgot!” You took your hands to your head and looked at Minho. This time, he returned your stare with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t go anywhere, ok? I have to give you something.”
“Sure,” he said and took the last picture for today. Soon, he’d have to leave.
He walked to the front desk and saw the place where you had left the flyers. Just as Minho suspected, you had chosen the front right corner of the desk, next to where the studio cards were. It made the most sense. He’d check again tomorrow if they remained at this place or if you’d change them to a different spot again.
After a few seconds, he watched as you climbed down the stairs at a fast pace, something in your hand. You smiled widely at him and Minho couldn’t help but reciprocate the gesture.
“Give me your hand.” You requested and Minho gladly agreed. He extended his hand your way and you turned his palm to the ceiling, placing a small object in his palm. He glanced between you and the key, confused. “Tah dah!” You did some jazz hands and he had to contain his laughter. “It’s a copy of the studio’s front door key.”
His eyes looked at you faster than he intended. “Why?”
“I thought you should have it.” Minho could feel his heart wishing to jump from his chest. “You come here every day and this way you don’t have to depend on me, you can come, do what you need to do and leave. Just make sure you leave everything locked!”
“I…” Minho glanced at the key on his palm and closed his fist, gulping. “Thank you for trusting me.” He looked at you again, uncertain. “Are you sure…? I don’t mind having to come only when you’re around…”
He wanted that, actually. He wanted to enter the studio front doors and see you or ring the bell and hear your voice from upstairs or glance through the workshop’s room door window and find you inside. He didn’t want to come here on his own and find this place empty, his steps echoing in the silence. You made this place. You were the only reason why he came by so often, why he wanted to come here. If you weren’t here, then what was the point?
“I’m sure, yes.” You gave him a reassuring smile and part of him wished you hadn’t. “But… feel free to text me. I might come by and say hi. If I’m not already here, that is.”
“Of course.” He smiled. “I’ll do that.”
He saved the key in his jacket inner pocket, next to the flyer you had given him earlier. He cleared his throat, ready to say his goodbyes to you when he saw a man enter the studio.
His eyes followed your gaze and he watched as your smile widened, your eyes softening.
“Did I come in bad timing?” The man asked, smiling brightly at you.
You quickly walked closer to him, arms wide open and kissed him. Minho gulped and looked away, something inside of him shattering. He cleared his throat softly, glancing one more time at the paintings he had just photographed. Maybe one more round of photos would be a good idea.
“What are you doing here?” You asked with your hands on his shoulders, his lips kissing your cheek softly. “I thought we’d meet at my place.”
“I thought I’d surprise you,” he said, letting go of you. He looked around the place and Minho returned to his task, photographing the painting in front of him. “Did your father paint all of these?”
“Yes,” you said proudly and grabbed his hand, guiding him to one of the walls where several paintings were on display. “Would you like to hear the stories behind them?”
“Maybe at some other time?” He asked, leaning in to kiss you. You stopped him and he sighed. “I came to pick you up, Y/N. I don’t have the time for that right now.”
Minho cleared his throat loudly this time and fixed his jacket. Part of him broke for you. Even though he couldn’t see your face, he imagined your eyes would turn sad, but you’d keep that smile you always had that Minho knew meant you were hurting.
“You’re here early, Chan!” You counter-argued. After a pause, you added. “Fine. At least, take a look at this.”
You happily walked towards the front desk and grabbed one of the flyers and gave it to Chan. He glanced at it and then looked at you, expectantly.
“I’m starting to teach workshops again! I’m throwing one next weekend for close friends and you’re invited!”
He nodded and smiled. Minho could feel his jaw clenching when he saw the way Chan looked at you. Chan didn’t understand how much this meant to you, he couldn’t even celebrate this small achievement with you.
“That’s… good? But I can’t do it next weekend.” He leaned in and kissed you again as if to wash away the pain Minho was certain you were feeling. “I’m sorry.”
He wasn’t sorry. Minho recognized this same attitude from Hana. How he’d share his ideas and achievements and she’d ignore him, how she rarely acknowledged him. How whenever he invited her for something meaningful to him, she’d always disregard it, stating she was busy, or how she wasn’t interested.
Minho’s heart broke for you. He watched as you tried to keep your smile after parting from Chan’s lips, how your eyes had that veil of sadness that would quickly vanish after a blink. How you gulped as if shoving the words you wanted to say down your throat.
Minho saw it all. Still, he had to pretend he hadn’t seen it. He cleared his throat and this time you looked at him. He smiled at you, hoping his eyes would show how much he felt for you.
“I’ll go now. Thank you for the key.” He turned to Chan and extended a hand his way, shaking it. “Lee Minho. I am working with Y/N to get her father’s paintings in an art gallery.”
“Bang Chan. I’m Y/N’s boyfriend.”
Minho glanced at you, watching as Chan’s revelation made you somewhat uncomfortable. Were you dating? Or did he think you were dating? Minho had to remind himself that your love life, your life, was none of his business.
He returned Chan a polite smile and let go of his hand, waving at you on his way out. Minho wanted to look back and see if you were staring at him or if you were talking to Chan as if you didn’t miss Minho. Part of him didn’t want to leave. But he had to. Now that you were with Chan, it didn’t make sense for him to stay for much longer.
~ 🎨 ~
Chan’s apartment was just what you had expected. Located in one of the newest parts of the northern margin of the river, it had a privileged view of the grand park, a park too big for you to find its ending. It was modern and luxurious but not in an ostentatious way.
Still, Chan’s apartment felt empty to you. Maybe it was because of how you were feeling now, but you couldn’t get over how bare it was. The walls had barely any decorations, the rooms only had the essentials and the living room consisted of things that didn’t remind you of Chan in any way. Or maybe, it was because you didn’t know him that well. Still, he had told you he didn’t want to invest in decorating this apartment because he was planning on moving out soon.
“Where?” You asked him watching him prepare dinner. You could tell he barely cooked here. You suspected that he only used this place to sleep and nothing more. Chan lived for his work, after all. Everything else, including you, was less important to him.
“I don’t know yet, depends on where my career takes me,” he answered unbothered. Then he stopped and turned to look at you. “I’m not going far, don’t worry.”
That somehow gave you comfort. However, there was something inside of you that was bothering you and that you couldn’t ignore. You had to talk to him about it. You could no longer pretend it wasn’t there.
“Why… did you tell Minho you were my boyfriend?” You carefully asked, anticipating his reaction. “We… didn’t talk about it.”
You didn’t like it. You didn’t want it. That label, the implications it carried, the emotion associated with it, those were things you couldn’t give to Chan.
“It just felt right,” he said. He continued what he was doing, unaware of the weight of his words, of how conflicted you were feeling right now.
“It… doesn’t feel right to me…”
The words came weakly, one by one, as you kept your gaze on him. Chan slowly stopped and turned around to look at you. Was it shock, worry, surprise, or heartbreak that greeted his face? You couldn’t tell.
“What do you mean?” He asked in disbelief and you watched as he kept his distance from you, leaning on the counter behind him. “I mean… we’ve been going out, I invited you to have dinner at my place… isn’t this dating?”
You shook your head, not breaking your gaze from him. “You think we are. But I don’t think we are.”
“Why?” He raised his voice, unpleasantly. “I don’t understand…”
“I can’t be your girlfriend, Chan. I…” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to be your girlfriend.”
You watched as Chan’s expression went through different stages of understanding. Shock, confusion, regret, disappointment, heartbreak.
“I like it when we’re together and I enjoy your company and the time we spend together,” you said slowly, watching his face turning red. “But you don’t love me, Chan. You like the idea of having me by your side, someone you can flaunt around and shower with gifts, but that’s not what I want. I need more than just material things. I-”
“So what do you want, then?!” He asked, his face red from anger. “I… I gave you…everything, didn’t I? I took you to nice restaurants, I bought you nice jewellery…” He messed up his hair and started to pace around the kitchen, avoiding your gaze. “I… I don’t… get it. What did I do wrong?!”
“So what was this?!” He leaned closer to you, his eyes carrying all the hurt in the world. “What was this for the past few weeks? We were just fooling around? Did this even mean anything to you? You… I thought you were ok with all of this, Y/N. I thought we were on the same page, that this was what we were supposed to do. And now you tell me that I’ve been wrong all of this time?”
“I have tried to tell you, Chan.” He shook his head and moved away from you. You didn’t expect that being honest with him would lead to this reaction from him. “When I asked you to do things I enjoyed when I asked you to be a part of my world… I was asking you to meet me fully. Every time we hang out it’s always your choice. My friends are not worthy of your company, my hangout spots are not worthy of your time. And I can’t pretend this isn’t bothering me, not when you think everything is fine between us. It isn’t, Chan.”
He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. For a while, you watched as he paced around the kitchen, trying to make some sense of what you were telling him. You were hoping that he would understand what you were saying, that you wanted to give the two of you a chance and that you were being honest with him so you could work through this and be better for each other. But he didn’t. He didn’t listen. And you didn’t even know if he cared about your feelings.
“Maybe you should go.” His eyes were filled with rage when he looked at you. “I’ll call you a cab if I have to but you should go.”
“Chan, we can talk this out. I am not saying these things be-”
“I don’t want you here!” He spat out the words as if they were poisonous, his eyes filled with rage and disappointment as he gestured to his front door. “Just go.”
You let out a sob you didn’t even know you were holding inside and nodded. Everything else was done in silence. You left his kitchen, his eyes following you like a gun pointed to the back of your head. You grabbed your purse and your jacket, holding back your tears. You walked out of his apartment and entered the elevator and allowed yourself to cry, to sob for a while.
What had you just done? Part of you felt stupid, foolish, idiotic. What you had with Chan was good and you enjoyed it so why did you have to go and ruin it?
But there was another part of you that asked you to be realistic. Chan would continue to give, to give what he thought you needed, what he wanted you to need. And you’d give him the bare minimum because you couldn’t give him more. After all, he didn’t bother to let you give him more of you.
Chan deserved better. Someone happy to be by his side. Someone who would fit into his world as he wanted them to, who would love the gifts and the expensive dinners and getaways. Right now, that wasn’t you.
And you’d never be that person. You couldn’t ignore what you liked and loved just to make someone else happy, no matter how much you liked or loved them. And you couldn’t keep your feelings to yourself, not when you knew the consequences of not speaking them out loud.
But all of this still hurt. And you still cried. After all, there was a big chance you had lost Chan as a friend. And oh, how a great friend he was. How a great friend he had been to you.
~ 🎨 ~
Minho didn’t expect to use to studio’s key so early. However, when he was leaving the art gallery to go home, he remembered that he had forgotten what Mr Yang had prepared for him at the front desk. Afraid that the food might get spoiled, he decided to drive by before heading home.
He drove in silence, the window by his side open to let some air enter his car. As he crossed the bridge, the sound of traffic grew stronger as more cars were driving in the same direction as he was. A lot of people worked on the northern side of the river but lived on the opposite side.
He’d stop in traffic and drive, stop and drive again. What he expected to be a quick rendezvous ended up taking longer. When he reached the historical part of the town, he had a hard time finding a place to park. You had warned him that this part of the city often came alive at night and maybe tonight was one of those nights. If Minho had time, he’d check what was going on. It was better than going home alone and spending his time awake, waiting for the sun to rise again.
After a few minutes, Minho finally found a place to park his car. He quickly stepped out and located himself, understanding which street he was on and where he’d have to turn to get to the studio. He realized he was near Yang’s restaurant. Before heading home, he’d probably stop by and say hi, thank them for the meal.
He walked for a while, watching as some stores were already closed and how most streets were now decorated with beautiful fairy lights in different colours and different designs that made them much better to walk at night. Each road had its design which made them unique and special to visit. He wondered when these had been placed, he was only noticing them now.
Finally, he arrived at the studio. He grabbed the key from his pocket and smiled at it softly. He checked his phone once more. Still no message from you. He stopped when he looked at the door, an eyebrow raised.
The lights inside were on, something that Minho hadn’t noticed when he left. Maybe you’d forgotten to turn them off, although he thought that would be highly unlikely, you always turned off the lights before heading out for lunch.
He sighed and unlocked the door, stepping inside. This was his mind overthinking, he just wanted his dinner. However, when he looked at the front desk, he saw your purse and your jacket in there.
You were here.
“Y/N?” He asked, waiting for an answer in return. “I just came to grab my dinner.”
However, you didn’t answer. He glanced at the workshop room, its lights turned off, the room empty. And then, he heard a loud sob. And another one. It came from upstairs.
“Y/N?” He called again louder, walking towards the end of the stairs, ignoring his dinner at the front desk. He gulped when he heard you crying, his heart sinking in his chest. He cleared his throat and fixed his suit. “I’m going there.”
He took a deep breath and slowly started to climb the stairs. You had never invited him upstairs, so he was careful on his way up. He listened, waiting for you to tell him to stop and turn around, to stop and not come upstairs. That you were ok and had just momentarily hurt yourself. But that never came and Minho was already on the upper floor.
The first thing he noticed was how much smaller this floor was. It had a storage room, the door half-closed, the light inside turned off. And in front of him, Minho saw you.
You were sitting on a bench, your back turned to him. He could see your shoulders shuddering as you sobbed, eyes focused on the view in front of you. It was a beautiful view, but Minho couldn’t focus on it while he saw you like this.
Slowly, he walked closer to you, always aware of his strange presence here. He noticed you had taken your shoes off and so he did the same. At this, you glanced back and found him.
“Hi.” Even in this broken state, you still tried to smile at him. “What are you doing here?”
Your voice was hoarse and you tried your best to hide the fact that you were hurting. You wiped the tears away from your eyes and stood up, walking towards Minho.
“I… forgot my dinner,” he said, never taking his eyes from your face. “I saw the lights were on and,” he gulped, “I heard you… cry.”
“I’ll be fine,” you said and tried to give him a reassuring smile. “I mean it.”
But Minho had looked at you too many times to know that you were lying. Your smile didn’t match the pain in your eyes and the redness on your face told him that whatever this was, it was something that you had been crying about for a while. It was something that broke you, something that hurt you deeply. And part of Minho broke and hurt with you too.
Without thinking twice, he walked closer to you and wrapped you in his embrace without saying anything. He felt the tension of your body melting away as you wrapped your arms around him, your sobs starting quietly and then increasing in sound and intensity.
Minho let you be, caressing your back softly, as you cried and let everything out. There was nothing he could say that would make you feel better so he just allowed himself to stay like this, with your arms wrapped around him, letting all your suffering out.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered in between sobs. “I’m sorry you… have to… see me… like this.”
“Nonsense,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to break down, Y/N. You don’t have to be strong all the time.”
Your grip around him tightened as if you didn’t want to let him go and he returned it. Partially because he didn’t want to let you go and partially because he wanted you to know that he was here for you.
“You have no moral to give me advice,” you said looking at him. He smiled at the soft smile on your features. “You also act tough all the time. You’re probably a marshmallow under all this iron you carry.”
He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. This comment told Minho that you were already feeling better. He caressed your cheeks softly, wiping away your tears from under your eyes.
“Do you feel better?” He asked, cupping your face so he could get a better look at your face. You nodded and placed your hands on top of his, removing them from your cheeks. Minho felt your fingers going over the ring on his hand and you looked at it, studying it. He looked at your expression as you glanced at it, your fingers playing with it, moving it around, looking for something.
Minho wondered. He wondered what you were thinking about, what kind of thoughts crossed your mind as you glanced at it. He questioned if you thought of him as a fool for carrying a symbol of eternal love when his love was anything but eternal.
“She’s stupid,” you whispered, your gaze still on the ring. “Who wouldn’t want to be loved by you?”
Minho understood that he wasn’t supposed to have heard that. He gulped, his cheeks growing warmer, his eyes widening.
“Don’t settle for something less than what you deserve, Minho,” you said, your eyes meeting his with certainty. “You deserve real love, someone who truly cares for you. And you deserve to stand up for yourself and call it what it is. Even if it hurts. Do it.”
Once again, Minho wasn’t sure if you were saying those words to him or if this was what you wished to hear from him. Yet, those words resonated deeply within him. They touched him softly, but strong enough to crash down the walls he had built all his life. Someone had finally said it to him.
And that someone was you. You had told Minho he was worthy of love, real love.
His hand slipped from yours and you followed his movements. He looked at his hand, at the ring on it. All this time, he had wished for something that was never coming. All this time, Minho had waited for love from the wrong person.
He gulped and grabbed his ring, his heartbeat increasing. Once it was out of his finger, what would it mean? Would he regret it right away, wishing to put it back, missing the feeling of having it? Or would he never look back? He pondered for a few moments, wondering what would be the right thing to do.
And then, he took off the ring.
He placed it on his palm, looking at it. A bittersweet smile reached his lips, tears falling from his eyes too. From all the emotions he thought he’d be feeling in this moment, he never expected to feel this way.
Minho was relieved. He took a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in and smiled at you. You smiled back at him and took a deep breath as well, looking at his palm.
“What are you going to do with it?”
Minho didn’t have the answer. He just knew he didn’t want to keep it, he didn’t want to save it. But maybe he’d give it to Hana, as a goodbye gift. He didn’t need it anymore. He didn’t want it anymore.
“I’m not putting it on, that’s for sure.”
He laughed, happily. He shoved the ring on the pocket of his pants, the furthest away from his heart and then he looked at you. The redness had faded slightly but your eyes were still puffy. However, you were calmer now. You weren’t sobbing heavily and the tears that felt were far in between, almost gone.
Suddenly, Minho remembered something. His smile softened as he looked at you, gesturing to the stairs behind him.
“Do you want to join me for dinner? I have enough for two.”
“I could really use some comfort food right now…” You admitted and smiled at him. “Are you sure you don’t mind sharing?”
He didn’t understand if that was a genuine question or if you truly meant it.
“I am sure,” he reassured you. “Where should we have it?”
He glanced around and you stepped out of his way, pointing to the studio where you had been earlier. For the first time tonight, Minho was able to appreciate the view, the skyline, the bridge, the nightlights. Just like his favourite painting.
“Would you like to have dinner in my studio?” You said, gesturing to the studio. “It was my father’s, but I think I am ready to rename it. Y/N’s studio.”
“It sounds nice,” he said, smiling. He was still amazed at the view, he didn’t notice you looking at him.
“I want to paint you like this,” you announced and he glanced at you surprised. He raised an eyebrow, confused. You clarified. “You look… happy. And…”
“Handsome?” He jokingly added, watching as you rolled your eyes. His eyes softened and his smile widened. “I’d like you to paint me how you see me.”
“Why?” You asked. You crossed your arms and pouted slightly. “You looked great right now! I should’ve taken a picture.”
He pretended to ignore you and started to climb down the stairs and you followed him behind. He ignored your attempts at trying to change his mind. He ignored how you argued that the light was better and that with him looking at you it would be too distracting, but he didn’t care.
Well, he did care. He cared about how you would portrait him in a painting, how you transcribe him onto a canvas. How he would influence your style, which features of him would you pay more attention to.
He cared about how you saw him. He wanted to see himself from your eyes, from your perspective.
“Let’s have dinner first,” he suggested when you were already seating next to each other at the studio. Minho noticed how everything was already set for you to take his portrait and smiled. “We have all night to discuss the details.”
“You won’t change your mind, will you?” He smiled. Maybe you knew him better than he thought you did. “You’re just trying to buy yourself some more time.”
He laughed. Wasn’t that what he was always doing? Trying to buy himself more time to spend it with you?
The two of you started to eat in silence and this time, Minho didn’t pretend he wasn’t looking at you. If he ever got the chance to paint you, he’d make sure to highlight the fire and passion in your eyes, the kindness in your smile and the lovely expression of your face.
That’s how he saw you: kind, brave, strong, beautiful.
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Self-insert, female reader x Stray Kids Han
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Strong language, explicit sexual content, somnophilia, voyeurism, major arousal, oral
𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐕: Kinktober contents list | Kinktober prompt list
𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: © October 2021 by jl-micasea
The monotonal drawl of the television was probably one of many factors that contributed to your overall sleepy state.
The others could be drawn up to the usual things, you supposed.
A long, tiresome day at work. An early start this morning. A moments' peace in the empty apartment when you'd come home, worn out and too wiped to do anything of major note.
Suffice it to say, you'd crashed out on the sofa within mere moments of your head hitting the scatter cushion.
Until Jisung came home.
It was fair to say you felt the presence of someone around, perhaps half-registered it as a known thing somewhere along your dazed line of consciousness. It was nothing more than a simple feeling, a tickling gut instinct.
To find you, curled up on the sofa, your hands beneath your head and your knees to your chest.
Yet Jisung considered that he'd come home at a perfect time.
He felt the twitch in his groin, felt that familiar rush of desire that made him harden before he'd even realised it himself.
Indeed, your position and your lack of clothing - namely just the work shirt you'd been wearing all day - allowed him a stolen glimpse of your upper thigh and tight panties, the pressed imprint of your sex to the cloth simply daring him to look.
And look he did.
He shouldn't disturb you. Shouldn't wake you from your peaceful slumber.
Approaching you carefully, he sat down at the other end of the sofa.
You made no move to awaken, simply dozed quietly. Obliviously.
Until a turn in whatever dream you were having gave you cause to reposition yourself, and as you turned over on the sofa, your thighs parting and knee resting against the back of the sofa in an open display of unintentional exhibitionism, Jisung cursed out his rotten desires.
He wanted to touch you.
Wanted to trace his fingers across the soft labia lips pressed against the snug fabric of your panties. Wanted to taste what was beneath, to wake you from your dream with a sensation so desirable, you might be certain you were still dreaming.
Jisung knew he shouldn't have been so hard. Shouldn't have been so utterly excited at the prospect of waking you with an orgasm.
But you simply seemed so...
Holding his breath, Jisung outstretched his hand, placing it meagerly at first on your calf.
Summoning his courage, he began to move higher, making a point of being ghosting with his touches, only half-hoping that you'd wake to give him the encouragement he needed - for this was surely treading a dangerous line.
To your thigh, he caressed the skin gently, earning himself a quiet, sleepy whimper that made his heart skip in his chest.
Another tentative squeeze, Jisung kept his eyes trained on your face, waiting for the next sign he needed.
"What are you doing, Sung?" You whispered, your voice hoarse from the sleep.
You felt the jolt of surprise shoot through the sofa, clearly your address had given him cause to frighten.
You weren't going to say anything, at first. You were simply going to let him touch you, let him bring you to an orgasm you desperately needed.
But knowing Jisung and his uncertainty at the best of times, you supposed a green flicker of some description was necessary.
"I... I just..."
"Are you hard?" You asked.
A moment's pause, before he answered.
"Are you hard because you wanted to touch me while I was sleeping?"
"So do it," you instructed. "I'm exhausted. I won't open my eyes."
And that appeared to be all that Jisung needed.
He dived between your legs, slinking to his stomach on the sofa, and nuzzling his mouth against your sodden panties.
A gasp emitted from you, a sleepy smile gracing your features as Jisung got to work like he never had before, his fingers making quick work of tugging your panties aside.
"Mhm, finally..." he breathed, pressing his plump lips to your clit, suckling gently to simulate you from all angles.
Your back arched from the sofa, yet your mind was still so absorbed in the dozed state it was difficult to focus on anything other than the sensations he was subjecting you to. As though your body were overcompensating for the alertness in some manner, every gentle suck and well-placed flick of his tongue sent your body temperature soaring, rampant sighs and groans of content from your dry throat.
Your eyes rolled back behind closed lids, you felt the crust that comes from sleep making itself a home amongst your lashes, yet that didn't seem to deter Jisung.
Holding your quivering thighs apart, his slurps of quiet delight eventually slowed as he took to taking his own time - the initial fever of raging lust subsided in place of something far more intimate.
For if you were sleeping, Jisung wouldn't be manhandling you as he had been.
If you were sleeping, truly sleeping, Jisung would be glossing over your clit gently. He would be edging you into warmth and content, his kisses barely perceptible in his effort to keep the moisture to a minimum.
And that was what he appeared to want.
Slow, drawn out drags of his firm wet tongue across your throbbing clit made you want to die, each one of them proverbially punching the wind from your lungs. To allow your muscles to go slack, to allow yourself a complete and utter sense of relaxation beneath him was to bring you to your peak all the quicker, because quite frankly, it took unprecedented effort that you simply didn't have to try and stave off the delicious fucking orgasm he was bringing you to.
He closed his plump, warm lips around your clit, rolling them around it, using his tongue to edge you when he broke from it, and you all but fell apart when he rippled the muscle flat against you.
Like a gradual, warming climb to the topmost threshold of your pleasure centre, Jisung had taken you there effortlessly, not expecting more from you that what you would have given were you sleeping.
And truthfully, as the white hot, searing wave of crushing pleasure brought you to a floating high you hadn't felt in far too long, you supposed it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine you were knocked out for the count.
Because that... was a whole fucking dream.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Didn’t think this was my thing - turns out, it is. 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐚
𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: ➡
𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊: ➡
𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑: ➡
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓: ➡
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a life with you; han jisung
listen to: jackie and wilson - hozier
summary: “we'll name our children Jackie and Wilson, raise 'em on rhythm and blues”
pairing: jisung x gn reader genre: fluff, angst? open ending? idk warnings: none word count: 606
a/n: does anyone here remember that i'm a writer? yeah me neither 💀 anyway, here it's the (yet to be decided if)loved child between my love for han jisung and my current hozier obssession. it's the first work i actually like since i got in a writer's block so i hope this isn't crap :))) anyway, hope you y'all enjoy and good reading!
Tuntun, tuntun, tuntun, tuntun. Jisung could hear his heart beating on his chest — the blood running to his veins, the echo in his ears, the crimson color coming for his cheeks — it was like he had been hiking on a mountain way too fast and now the air was too thin for him to breathe properly. It surely felt like it, one must notice, but it was only the outstanding effect you had on him. He couldn’t believe he had been this lucky. It was a thing he thought quite frequently, to be honest: how he was lucky to not only get to meet you, in this insanely big world, but to love you. And it doesn’t stop there — Jisung was even more lucky to have his feelings reciprocate. It was such an unexpected sequence of fortunate events that Jisung had to come to the conclusion that, if he had bet on the lottery, on the day he first met you, he surely would have won.
Ah! And what a dream to be loved by you. It was so much that Jisung almost couldn’t talk about it — whenever he tried to put it out it’s like the words failed him, like thousands of butterflies were coming out of his stomach, like his chest was being ripped by flowers — it was hard, to say the least. To help him out, let’s put it like this: to love you was like the coming of autumn, for those who love halloween, or winter, for those who like christmas. It’s something that grows in you, it’s a memory of something long forgotten. In fact, Han always had this particular feeling of nostalgia when it comes to you. The feeling it’s especially strong when you let him put your hands under the pocket of his sweater, when you two are walking around on a cold day, or when you put his head on your lap, caressing his hair so softly that he can’t help but fall asleep. Or even when you kiss his cheek and he gets so red that it looks like he has crossed the North Pole using nothing but swimwear. As you can see, too much for the loverboy in question to put down in words.
That doesn’t mean he hasn't tried to, tough. Because he had, many times. Jisung had spent many nights awake, thinking of the right way to describe your loving eyes, the sweetness from your kiss, the tenderness of your hand. But he could never get something as beautiful as the real thing. “Y/N”, he whispered to the wind a certain night. Have you ever seen such a beautiful name? He neither. And to think you were here now, reading quietly while he had his hand on your knee, a soft October rain falling outside the library. It sounds pretty much like a dre...
“...Sung?...Jisung?”, Felix calls beside him. The boy is suddenly taken down by the reality of the actual library room, blinking in confusion. “What’s up with you man?” his friend continues, moving his face to see the place Jisung had spent the last couple minutes facing. Aha! There you go, Felix should have guessed. Sitting only a few tables away, it’s you, looking quite focused on the book in your hands.
“Why don’t you just ask them out already?” Felix asks like it’s a simple question, like it was an easy thing to do. But it wasn’t, it couldn’t be, right?
Lix keeps on with an encouraging look on his face and Jisung can’t help but wonder — can reality be better than dreams?
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