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[hwahjxo]

one of your girls 🫀

Ve’s note - angst ! hyunjin x gn!reader drabble . hyunjin is very down bad . toxic themes . this has been sitting in my drafts for two months now . slightly proofread bc im a lil drunk . enjoy !! <3

2 am and of course hyunjin was up waiting for your call . he knew you were up because you had just posted on your story … albeit with another man …but that had nothing to do with him . because at the end of the night it’s hyunjin who would get to take you to bed . every saturday night , like clockwork , you hit him up . saying how much you needed him , how much you loved him . no matter how true your words were , to hyunjin they were religion . it didn’t matter that he was one of many . as long as he was on the roster that’s all the mattered . he didn’t even have to be number one . although sometimes …..

yeah sometimes hyunjin wished you guys were exclusive . it’s would be nice to wake up sunday morning to find you hadn’t disappeared . he would like be able to see you in the light of day , how the sun would reflect off your skin . whether you brushed your teeth before or after breakfast . he wanted to know all about you beyond the little slivers you sometimes showed him . he wished he was allowed to show you off . he tried to ask you out once . a simple dinner . no pressure . an offer you immediately turned down . shattering hyunjin . but hey at least you could still fuck .

3am and hyunjin watched as his phone lit up . your contact name appearing in front of him .

i know you’re up

can i come over ?

i need you

please

i’m heading up

he couldn’t help the smile that bloomed across his face . you needed him ? he was the one you chose in your lineup of lovers . his heart flipped in joy . he had ti be his favorite right ? you would said that to just anyone . he was special . he was yours . even if you weren’t his . and that was good enough for him . the key to his heart hung off your keychain . taking a piece of him with you wherever you go .

hyunjin quickly got up . pushing his sketchbook full of you off his bed . he checked himself in the mirror . you would be here any second . he had to look his best . running a finger through his head he nearly jumped out his skin when he heard you unlock the door to his apartment and come in . no hi’s were exchanged between you two as you pulled him into your lips . he let you tug him back to the bed . falling on top of you as you looked up at him with a smile . yeah . he was definitely your favorite .

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・0.6k / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・lee know x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship. lazy kisses & mutual obsession. / 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲・for my @rachalixie: you've done well today (♡´ ˘ `)⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)

𝟭𝟴:𝟮𝟮 — There’s a certain novelty to experiencing something for the first time.

Sure, the magic lives on as your love for the thing grows, but no sensation will quite beat out the first time the opening riff of your favorite song hits your ears, the flavor of your favorite fruit splashing onto your tongue, the climax of your favorite film rendering you a sobbing mess in a public theater.

But you walk into your room one Saturday afternoon to glance at the man lying face-up on the bed you share, scrolling absentmindedly with a mackerel tabby curled into his side. Cordate, coral lips that you know by now feel like satin and taste like home, catlike eyes framed by thick lashes that could run makeup conglomerates into ruin; perfect, prim nose and chiseled, angular jaw, strong and sharp enough to draw blood should you run your finger along the pretty perimeters.

You clamber onto the mattress as delicately as you can. Not delicately enough, by Dori’s standards. The cat tosses you a disgruntled look before landing noiselessly onto the hardwood, departing from the room in search of his less disruptive siblings.

Moments later, Minho’s phone is face-down somewhere out of reach; you are straddling his waist and leaning over him, your hands cradling his face so tenderly they’re barely there. You come close enough for wisps of your hair to catch onto the delicate curves of his lashes, for the tip of your nose to bump against his like a greeting from a butterfly.

His soft laugh puffs against the seam of your lips like a breath of your own. “What’s the matter with you?”

He threw the curtains aside and cracked the windows open earlier, letting into the room a shower of late-afternoon sun. It now dyes his skin a dewy caramel, lightens his eyes to pools of molten amber. For some time, you are unable to respond, enraptured by all the wonder that he holds. 

Eventually, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, dip down, rid of the distance between you with a soft seal of your mouth his. He doesn’t move until he’s overcome his surprise, but then he brings one hand to your waist, slipping beneath the sheer fabric of your top to press your hips down onto his, and wraps the other around the base of your neck, the pad of his thumb settling over your jugular like a gossamer wing.

You sigh in pleasure and part your lips; he pursues this opening with a fervor, pliant tongue keeping your mouth ajar, head tilting to one side to better savor you, your teeth knocking and limbs entwining in this passionate fray.

By the time you come up for air, the world around you has changed. You’re underneath him now, his hands positioned on either side of your head. His eyes are no longer amber but obsidian, his mouth ravaged and raw in the aftermath of colliding time and time again with yours. The sun has largely vanished beneath the skyline.

You collect yourself just enough to procure an answer to his question.

“Every time I look at you feels like the first,” you whisper.

Minho doesn’t blink, doesn’t breathe in spite of how you’d just kissed the air straight from his lungs, doesn’t believe his ears. For that is the exact way he feels about you, always has been and always will, though you have always been the one to first verbalize the feelings that he doesn’t have the words for.

For some time, he is unable to respond, enraptured by all the wonder that you hold.

Eventually, he combs a hand through his hair, dips down, rids of the distance between you with a hard crash of his mouth upon yours, and there the two of you will remain until it’s no longer light from the sun that sets your room aglow, but that of the moon and a hundred thousand stars.

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[hwahjxo]

I was never meant for dating. I was meant to love one person with my entire soul forever.

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Omg omg i am convinced that hyunjin takes boyfrie privileges actually pretty seriously. It's so cute. What do you think his response would be if his s/o was someone who's really comfortable w others and likes to loop their arm through whoever's they're walking with/physical connection with their friends in general? Like, they all went out for a fun day and his s/o is walking with like jisung and hyunjin's s/o links arms with jisung as they walk and talk?

"Oh?"

"What?" you wonder.

"Didn't know Han was your boyfriend now".

You amusedly roll your eyes, with one simple look at Han letting him understand the assignment and having him walk ahead of you while you switch to loop your arm around Hyunjin's. "Aw, come on. I always do this with my friends. It's friendly".

"You always do it with me, though" his eyes fix on your linked arms. "You're doing it right now".

"So?"

"I'm your boyfriend," he states, as if it weren't clear enough already. "And this is friendly?"

"Not when it's with you, though" you clarify.

He pouts. In the matter of a couple of seconds, one of the actions he considered to be boyfriend privilege only, had been scratched off the list.

In a matter of seconds, something he considered to be special, was not anymore.

So, he unlinks your arms.

Not missing your touch, however, his hand travels down to lock with yours — the familiar and comforting feel of your fingers intertwining with his immediately sends butterflies flying around his stomach.

This, he's sure is something only he can do with you.

"Don't go around holding hands with anyone else" he mumbles anyway.

You smile, leaning lightly against his body and giving his hand a gentle squeeze right as you press a lingering kiss to his cheek. "Oh, don't worry about it. Holding hands is reserved for my boyfriend only".

And Heaven forbid it was ever not.

[hwahjxo]

Love in Times New Roman | Hwang Hyunjin

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Genre: Romance, Comedy, Crack

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader

Au: college au, secret admirer au | part of the @districtninewriters​ dear skz, with love event <3

Word Count: ~8k

Warning(s): minor swearing, silly/dumb humor, lots of spiraling prose

A/n: PHEW!!! I’ve been looking forward to this story for a long time, and I’m glad I was finally able to get it done! I hope y’all enjoy; we could all use a laugh!

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“You gave her my letter?!”

The crowded atmosphere turned hot, blazing for a split second, then cold— impeccably cold, like Jeongin had absentmindedly left open the refrigerator again. To this, Felix often (and once again) reprimanded him, telling him he was going to give everyone “The Suds.” He seriously needed to stop watching so many cartoons.

From the makeshift study table to the dinner-infested kitchen of dorm room 325, seven heartbeats froze, while one beat to the tune of his own.

“What?” Han Jisung shrugged, shoving one of the lollipops he’d stolen from Mrs. Kwan’s class, their English professor, into his blabbering piehole. “It said To Y/n, With Love. I was doing you a favor.” He nonchalantly leaned back on the couch, legs sprouting onto the coffee table as he twirled the lollipop back and forth, back and forth.

A favor. A favor, he said—! Hyunjin could feel the air leaving his lungs, his blood, his entire body. Some favor. 

He’d been having a pretty peaceful day until now— too peaceful, in fact— so, he supposed, it was only natural something less than admirable was bound to occur by none other than the nefarious hands of Han Jisung. It was an act that shouldn’t have been surprising…yet, still, here they were. 

Hyunjin glanced at Jisung now, really taking him in, really considering the consequences of murder, watching carefully as he popped the blue lollipop out of his mouth and held it Felix. He waved it enticingly; if a used lollipop could even be called that. “Wanna lick?” 

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed in disgust when he saw Felix with a contemplating face. 

“I can’t believe you’d do something like this,” He gushed, ignoring the hopeless kidult. “I— This is— …”

Anxiously, he ran his long fingers through his dark hair, disheveling all the hard work he put into it this morning. Conditioning residue gathered in the curves and crevices of his fingers.

This was all Mrs. Kwan’s fault. If she hadn’t assigned such a ridiculous assignment, none of this would have happened in the first place! What kind of teacher tries to meddle in their students’ love lives?! He’d much rather write an essay about that stupid Golden Girls episode she kept going on and on about during class… 

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[hwahjxo]

Hanaki Disease | •☆°

pairing: Hwang Hunjin X Reader

genre: angst (?

author's note: This is my first time writing something like this. I really don't know if its okay, but pls lmk if you like it 😭😭🙏

You were in love with Hyunjin, like really, truly in love.

You loved him so much. And you didn't even know why you started liking Hyunjin, he was annoying, messy, a loser, and really sometimes kinda weird to be honest. But at the same time, you thought that was cute in some way. You couldn't help but feel really attracted to him. He was really sweet, and charming, and such a lovely person. Someone so lovable.

And you hated feeling this way. Because it felt you weren't in control of your own body. You'll start thinking about him without even noticing. He had established in your mind and was not planning to leave anytime soon. Everytime you heard his name, when you saw him, or even just the thought of him had you smiling like a fool. Anyone could see you were in love.

The feelings you had for Hyunjin had taken over your whole body even, you were so in love your body couldn't handle it. It was so overwhelming it made you wanna throw up.

It felt like your heart was about to get out of you chest and go to him, the person it seemed to truly belong.

However you heart will not get out of you chest and your love for him had nowhere to go, because you weren’t planning on letting it go. Because Hyunjin was one of your closest friends and you didn’t want yo screw up the relationship you both had already.

So your feelings will stay within you, like flowers planted inside your system, and although they are beautiful, they hurt when they get through your throat when throwing up in a poor effort to get rid of them.

[hwahjxo]

but what if a hyunjin fic where ure like colleagues with him and he's the new intern???? seeing him flustered because he can't get the printer to work and he's freaking out. freaks out even more when you approach and help him with it because hyunjin refuses to make a fool out of himself in front of you.

[hwahjxo]

Sweet mornings

Paring:Hwang hyunjin x Reader

Genre: fluff,fluff and more fluff

A/n:A post to remind everyone that I exist😪

You crack eggs into a sizzling pan, the familiar rhythm of the morning a comforting constant. Sunlight streams through the kitchen window, painting golden stripes across the countertop as the scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. Humming along to the quiet melody playing from your phone, you're lost in the routine when suddenly, strong arms wrap around your waist.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Hyunjin murmurs behind you, his voice a low rumble tickling your ear. He nuzzles his cheek against your shoulder, his scent of mint shampoo and laundry detergent a welcome contrast to the frying bacon.

You yelp, startled, but a smile tugs at your lips despite the initial scare. "Hyunjin! Don't sneak up on me like that," you swat him playfully. "Almost gave me a heart attack."

"But how else am I supposed to get my morning cuddle?" he whines, exaggerating a pout.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Fine, fine. Your cuddle privileges are reinstated."

He tightens his hold, pressing a light kiss to your exposed shoulder. "Mmm, breakfast smells amazing. What are you making, Chef Y/N?"

"Just your usual," you reply, expertly flipping the bacon with a spatula. "Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. You know, the survival essentials."

Hyunjin chuckles. "Survival essentials, huh? That toast better not resemble charcoal again." He playfully pokes a finger at your back, earning a light swat with the spatula.

"Hey! I've improved!" you protest, your cheeks warm with laughter. "Besides, who cares if it's a little burnt when you have this amazing breakfast chef right here?"

Hyunjin spins you around in his arms, trapping you between him and the counter. He leans down, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Alright, Chef. How about I sweeten the deal for some extra crispy toast?"

Your heart hammers in your chest. "Oh yeah? And how exactly do you propose to do that?"

Hyunjin's lips curve into a sly grin. "Just one taste," he whispers, leaning impossibly close.

Before you can respond, he captures your lips in a soft kiss, the taste of coffee and sleep lingering between you. He pulls away, his eyes locked with yours. "Deal?"

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I want to see the world through Hyunjin's eyes

[hwahjxo]

☆°. — ᴋɪss ᴇs

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hyunjin x afab!reader

𝐰𝐜: 3.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (afab receiving), very soft, lots of tension

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: something sweet for valentines day!! it's a bit rushed, hope you enjoy it nontheless <33

You lay sprawled across the bed, a book in hand. You had no blanket on you, yet you felt warm, and a heavy weight was pressing you down; Hyunjin was snoring softly against the sensitive crook of your neck, working far better than any weighted blanket you could acquire. His arms, lanky and long, were snaked around you, tightly, holding you so close that you almost didn’t believe that he was sleeping, that he was only pretending so you wouldn’t shoo him off. Not that you ever would, in the first place; you enjoyed being crushed beneath his weight far too much to ever deny his affection and love.

One hand of yours was tangled in his hair, massaging his scalp — you figured it was the very thing which has put him into his semi-deep slumber in the first place, so you only stopped it when necessary, after finishing a page and turning to the next one. Hyunjin's soft grunts of protest never went unnoticed; you huffed in amusement every time your fingers untangled from his messy locks and he sighed out in tired disagreement, before sounding entirely content again the moment your hands found themselves deep in his locks again. It was endearing. You thought you could find eternal happiness right then, right there.

It must have been several minutes, and you were twenty-something pages further in your book when the man stirred, suddenly, without a reason — you were but a statue beneath his body, not moving even an inch to not disturb, to not wake. Yet he stirred, moved around atop your body; his face buried further into your neck, tickling you, his breath hot and intoxicating, burning on your skin. He hummed, arms tightening around you - if possible - and he looked up at you. He was awake, though he didn't look it. His hair was an adorable mess, falling over his eyes and standing to all directions, his eyes barely open and puffy, only a little, and his left cheek wore the imprint of your shirt he had laid on. Endearing. You thought you could find eternal beauty if you as much as looked at him. Even minutes after waking up.

You giggled, softly, your hand still in his hair, still massaging.

"Hi."

He huffed out amusement at that, closing his eyes to bask in your antics at his hair, leaning into your hand, fully at peace. He hummed again, in satisfaction now, in pleasure, and it sent a shock of electricity throughout every fibre of your body. He must have noticed, must have sensed you tensing up, and he smiled - not in malice, simply acknowledging. A shiver ran down your spine then.

"You're still reading, huh?"

Hyunjin's voice sounded quietly through the room, almost melodic, harmonizing with the birdsong outside. It didn't disturb the silence, only added to the atmosphere, leisure, lazy, loving. You nodded at his question, continued massaging the skin in his nape, hummed, then, affirmatively. There was a lot of humming in the room, sighs and huffs instead of words, for words seemed, almost, too heavy; and you understood each other without.

Hyunjin's face buried into your neck again - though not without a plan this time, not to merely rest. He kissed the skin there, softly, patient. Slow. As though dragging out his movements would make the moment last forever. He kissed, open-mouthed kisses, wet kisses, loud kisses, stingy kisses; he couldn't help but bite down on you every other moment, not a lot, enough only to show purest affection, most primal desire.

Your skin was sensitive. You were shivering in his hold, you were shivering at the feeling of the warmth his breath glazed over your neck. He was holding you close, his hands exploring the expanse of your back; though barely noticeable. He was barely even moving his hands, so slow you weren't sure he was at all, until you noticed them laying elsewhere, suddenly - close to your neck, then the small of your back, then wrapping around your shoulders from behind. Always pulling you closer. Always keeping you near, as much as physically possible. You moaned out quietly, softly, barely even audible, but it dizzied him, and Hyunjin bit down against the back of your ear with more fervour than before. You mewled, and you felt him smile against your skin.

When he spoke his next words, his voice was muffled, absorbed almost entirely by your body.

"Read for me. Out loud… please."

You chuckled, not less because the words against your skin sent tickles down the entirety of your body. Hyunjin, despite his wish, stayed buried in your neck; he was nibbling at the lobe of your ear now, kissing there a second after, listening to the way your breath hitched in your throat. He wasn't making a move to separate from you - you tried shoving him off, giggling softly in the process.

"You need to let me... actually read, then"

Your voice was quiet, amused, and followed momentarily by a sigh of pleasure. Hyunjin licked at the goosebumps on your neck, right where it connected to the shoulder; your favourite spot, the most sensitive one. He hummed out in disagreement, didn't as much as raise his head to answer you.

"Just read. While I...", he traced off, kissed your shoulder, touched your waist, squeezed your hips; he looked up at you with puppy eyes, and you nearly lost it all, "...do this..." More kisses to your body; seemingly, he wanted to cover every possible inch of you in traces of his love. If to mark you his, or to remind himself of having you, you weren't sure, but you loved it all the same.

So you read. With his lips on your body, distracting you embarrassingly from the words you tried to make sense of. They didn't quite, and after having read an entire page you lost sight of the plot, entirely. What you never lost sight of, never lost feeling about was Hyunjin's body on your own, his melting into yours. He was consistent, determined, almost. It was pathetic how often your voice trembled and shook when his lips met your body anew; you ought to be used to it already, now that his kisses had reached the expanse of your chest, your collarbones, now that he nibbled right below your shoulders - yet you weren't. You hissed every time his mouth swallowed you whole, every time his wet lips came in contact with an additional inch of your body. You would never get used to it, would never grow tired of him.

You read, and he kissed. Kissed your body away, not leaving a spot of yours undoted. And his hands were sinful. They were wandering, exploring your body while you tried not to lose hold of the book with your own trembling fingers. You tried to keep your composure, tried to be coy when Hyunjin's nimble, cold fingers, far too long for his own good, far too sensual, unclipped the first button of your sleepwear. You stopped reading when he opened the next one - though the man merely looked at you from below his lashes, eyes dark and blown out, urging you on to continue while another kiss met your body. You blinked, once, twice, five times, watching him cover your chest in kisses and love-bites, in spit and hushed confessions. You watched him open another button - at that point your chest lay entirely in the nude, your lack of underwear always delighting the man, and the little bit of stomach Hyunjin had exposed was covered momentarily in his mouth. You watched him, long forgotten the literature in your hands; and then he stopped. Suddenly stopped sucking on your skin, licking and biting on it, easing it with kisses instantly. He stopped moving his hands along your body, too - he looked up at you, expectantly, waiting. You watched him, and he only reciprocated your gaze.

"Read."

Not a command, yet his voice was but a whisper, and it sent thousand shivers to your core. They ran all across your body, the shivers, painting you in goose flesh before they collected right between your legs, right where the man’s body was laying, right where you needed him, right where he was miles away from, seemingly. He wouldn't give in too easily. You knew him - he would drag it out, he would wait on you to continue reading, which, stupidly, you were oh so unable to do, with him all around you, and he wouldn't give you what you craved for before he'd complete his travel on your body, before his lips had tasted every inch of you excessively.

So you continued reading. Shakily, your voice trembling, though you couldn't be embarrassed by it, not when seconds later you felt Hyunjin's lips on your skin again, seemingly satisfied. He had reached your stomach, left wet patches where his mouth met, left love-bites. Left smirks, too; you could feel his amusement on your body whenever your breath hitched in your throat, whenever you restarted a sentence because your voice had trailed off to sighs of frustration. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed that you enjoyed it.

It must have been ages until he had opened all buttons on the flimsy pyjama top you were wearing. You were squirming by then, impatient, intoxicated, needing. Hyunjin lay between your thighs, his face now levelled with your lower tummy, with your core. His arms were snaked around your thighs, holding you close - so close you thought he was scared that you'd slip away if he let go for only a second, but you didn't mind it. You felt his hot breath on your skin, his hotter mouth on the plush of your stomach, the cold breeze against your hardening nipples. Your senses overwhelmed, and Hyunjin wasn't making it easy on you, either; he continued kissing, continued licking, never stopped biting at your body, doting on all his favourite parts, caressing all your favourite spots. He knew you inside and out, he knew the sensitivity of your inner thighs, he knew you enjoyed feeling his breath fawn over it before he gave it a kiss - so he did just that, and he smiled to himself when you mewled out his name. You couldn't keep reading. It was impossible for you to.

"Hyun..."

Your voice was quiet, as though shy; it was needy, too, and if Hyunjin wasn't so focused on basking in your pleasure, he'd blow right then and there. He'd lose his mind over the way your thighs tensed with every kiss he planted there, how your body squirmed when he neared your core, only to pull away again and lick and kiss near your knees. He almost whimpered out in bashful satisfaction at the way you stopped reading, entirely, to call out his name, to let your hands search for his hair, to pull on it slightly when you found it moments later - he lost himself in everything you were, in everything he loved about you.

Though he could keep his composure, just enough. Seemingly mirically, because his body was reacting to your own like flames, igniting one another and impossible to put out. He was as hot as you felt, as intoxicated, just as needing.

"You gotta keep reading, babe."

Another kiss to your inner thighs, an open-mouthed one, a wet one. He was determined to drive you insane.

You whimpered, huffed out in what sounded like amusement. Hyunjin looked up at you, his mouth never breaking contact with your skin. He watched your closed eyes, the way you relished in the feeling of him, the way you were asking for more, silently, wordlessly. The way your body was pleading, the way he could read it without you saying as much as a word about it. He continued kissing, waiting for an answer. He moved slow, giving attention to every inch of your body before he even thought of moving on.

"Feels so good, though."

He trembled at your words. He shivered at the shake of your voice, at the sigh that followed it. He wanted you, he needed you, always. He would never grow sick of it. He would never grow sick of you. You lay there before him, and you wanted him. You lay there so vulnerable for him, and only him. You lay there, and were so honest about your pleasure, pleasure only he could give you; Hyunjin would never grow tired of the way you loved him.

Though, mirically, he continued keeping his composure. Witchcraft, surely, because you were irresistible, having pulled him in entirely, long ago.

"I know... wanna hear you read to me, though."

Your sigh of frustration was music to his ears. The scent of your clothed core, your scent, the feeling of the plush of your thighs, your bare chest, your tortured expression, your fingers in the depth of his hair - it was his death sentence.

"C'mon."

So you continued reading. Because you knew him enough to know he was patient - though, barely, just enough - to not give into you too fast, only to relish in you more. You continued reading, and every further word of yours made him move closer to your core. Shaky words, trembling words, though you made it through one sentence, then through another. And Hyunjin's mouth was closer, and closer, and closer to where you needed him so very urgently.

It must have been ten sentences when his fingers fanned over your waist, the part where your underwear cut into your flesh. He toyed with the elastic band, let it wrap around his fingers, only teased to take it off though never did. Not for another minute, not for another two. He stopped entirely when you stopped reading; only when you picked it up again he continued his ministrations. After a moment or two, Hyunjin pulled down your underwear, though only enough to expose a bit of your pubic bone. You hissed, voice fading almost into nothingness, though you kept reading until a kiss of his met your skin. You hissed again, then, and you were ready to kill him for the past thirty minutes of teasing, and doting, and malice, and loving. You needed him, and you weren’t sure how much longer your patience could hold out.

Hyunjin kissed your thighs. He didn’t leave your core forgotten, though – his mouth sucked onto the plushest part of your inner leg, right below your sex, and his fingers tangled into the waistband of your white, lacen panties, his favourite pair, to take them off you, slowly. If you hadn’t been quick enough, or attentive enough, or far too hyperaware of every of his movement, you wouldn’t have as much as noticed how you, excruciating moments later, lay before him in the nude, almost entirely – only your pyjama top adorning you, though it was barely enough to leave anything to the imagination. And Hyunjin yet took his time, yet didn’t give into you – you weren’t sure how he did it. You were exposed, you were vulnerable; though he acted like you weren’t, for a while longer. His lips painted most frustrating picture on your thighs, travelling to the hollow of your knees – slowly, relishing in your squirming, basking in the way your skin felt against his, as you relished in the way his hands accompanied his lips’ journey along your heated body. You were hot, very much so; Hyunjin ignited you with every touch, with every kiss, with every lick of his sinful tongue – he ignited you, even, with a gaze, eyes so lewd and speaking you didn’t know what was harder; looking straight into them or keeping track of your reading.

And it was when you lost your patience altogether, entirely, finally, that he did, too. It was a mewl, barely a whisper, even; you were surprised Hyunjin heard the weak call of his name in the first place, the plead in your voice, the longing. And it wasn’t a second after that his lips, the ones that had been tracing your body for seeming hours, for and eternity, that had covered you in spit and love and longing and passion, finally connected with your wetness. You were dripping, practically, his tireless teasing having egged you on far more than you were brave to admit. You felt Hyunjin kiss against your clit, lick it right after only to elicit a moan from you – it was embarrassing, how fast you were reacting to him and his body, how very little your composure held; but then again, you were hypersensitive. Had been, ever since he’d opened that first button, ever since a first kiss had fluttered over your body in a manner so loving it pulled at your heart.

Hyunjin’s hands were wrapped around you again, your own – book long forgotten and discarded somewhere next to you – tangled tightly in his hair. With every pull he moaned, groaned deeply into your pussy, and with every of his sound your body jolted, and vibrations set off in the entirety of your body. And he noticed, too, for he never made attempts to quiet down.

The sounds of your pleasure echoed through the room in harmony. The melodies of your names created a symphony, topped off with the lewd noise of his lips against your sex. He was making out with it, was sucking on your clit, kissing it, licking it, sucking it again. He was breathing you in, he was inhaling you entirely; as though wanting to make you his, wanting to annihilate your body with his own, to make one out of two, to melt together for eternity, as though a candle standing too close to the other. And you lost yourself at his passion. You were squirming, screaming, almost, his name, pleads, his name again. You weren’t sure you knew any other words that moment, your own name, even; he was everything you thought of, his tongue now lying flat against your slit and licking in thick stripes the only thing your mind was occupied with. All attempts of keeping your composure were long forgotten; you couldn’t possibly if he made you feel this way, when shocks of fire and electricity shot through your body with every squeeze his hands granted your thighs, and you didn’t want to, in the first place. You didn’t want to keep your composure. You didn’t want to try and not lose yourself in him; because you knew him enough to know he wanted you entirely, in honesty. And you knew him enough to know he lost himself within you all the same.

It wasn’t until two of his fingers teased your entrance, while his tongue flicked across your clit that your body started trembling. As though it was lain in ice suddenly, shaking against your lover who wasn’t giving you a chance to catch your breath. He inserted two digits into your warmth, smiled against your clit at the way you clenched around him momentarily. A soul-ripping whine left your throat then, and your fingers dug into the man’s scalp – it was bound to hurt, though he liked it. He would never not.

And Hyunjin yet moved slow. He didn’t move his fingers, even, for several moments after filling you with them; he kept them still, felt you wiggling around in search of friction. Only after you cried out his name, in obvious frustration, which, anew, made him smile against your sex, his hand started moving. Sensually, patiently, pumping in, then out, then in, then out again – before he curled his long, cold fingers up, and caressed that gooey spot within you. It was too easy, too thoughtless for him. A second nature, almost, the way he knew your body. Almost better than his own.

And you cried out again. You felt Hyunjin pump against your spot, over and over and over until your body felt in flames entirely, until you ignited him with them, until his own desire took over his body, made him feral. He fastened his pace now, sucked a little harsher, cursed a little louder, kissed a little harder. Against your clit, against your heat, against your very vulnerability, the one only he had access to. The one you only ever gifted him – and then you came, when his free hand pulled you closer to his body, tightly around your thigh and groping at your flesh, when the sensitivity tip-toed on the verge of being too much. You came in waves, stormy and urgent, entirely overwhelming. Your body shook, your voice was loud, your eyes were shut so close you saw stars against the darkness; and Hyunjin held you through it. Held you close, held you near to him, as though you’d disappear if he didn’t. As though he almost succeeded in merging your body with his own, in connecting your very souls to one.

And maybe he did. Maybe your body was his own, and maybe his was yours. And maybe your souls had been one and the same the very moment he had first longed for you, had first loved you; had first let his lips dance upon your skin, had first kissed you.

@es-kay-zee @jeyelleohe @angelwonie @yvniek4ng @ppiri-bahng @bintificreads @llunapastell @sensitiveandhungry @minniesvenus @junebug032 @noellllslut @wolfennracha @unexceptional-h @like-a-diamondinthesky @katsukis1wife

[hwahjxo]

I've got Hyunjin on the mind, and he brought with him the thought of soft makeout sessions; slow and soft, kiseses that never end and kisses that barely start, hands on faces, thumbs tracing the apples of cheeks, bodies pressed so close together yet it still feels like you're too far apart to function properly. Where one breath taken is one released, where eyes are closed and the instinct of finding each others lips is known simply from memory, where noses brush and squish together, where he pulls away to gaze at you as if you were his favorite piece of art - to him, you were a masterpiece only nature had the grace of creating.

[hwahjxo]

hyunjin is the type of person that would look at you with literall heart eyes. he is the type of person who'd kiss the parts of your body which you are insecure about. he's the type to tell you how beautiful you are. he's the type to love you like written in the books. he is the type who always has to be in physical contact with you when your near because he can resist it. he always has to touching you in someway. he will tell you how much he loves you and how his life was trash without you . he will tell you how when you smile you look the most beautiful. he will love you more than himself. and he surely talks to the ! members about you telling them he'll marry you one day and have his own little family with you . <3

he's so deeply in love with you<3c

(requests are open!)

[hwahjxo]

Sweet Hyunjin that doesn't like aegyo but does it for you to make you laugh when you're sad.

Sweet Hyunjin that always gives you a front piggyback when you fall asleep on the couch "my sleeping beauty, let's get you to bed"

Sweet Hyunjin that pretends to be reading but instead he studies every feature of your face until you catch him and he blushes "a lifetime wouldn't be enough for me to take in all your beauty"

Sweet Hyunjin that makes you rest your head on his lap when you watch movies. He definitely caresses your hair until you fall asleep. "My sweet angel" he'd whisper while carefully grazing his fingers on your cheek.

Sweet Hyunjin that presses his lips on yours and always opens his eyes after you open yours. He always hums softly and stays there, lost in the touch of your lips, his thumb grazing your cheek.

Sweet Hyunjin that holds back his tears whenever he says goodbye before a long tour. He cups your face with both of his hands and rests his forehead on yours to avoid making you cry before pressing his lips to it and hugging you tighter "I already miss you." he speaks with a soft and hushed voice.

Sweet Hyunjin that always looks back at your window and mouths "I love you" before he gets into the car. He definitely has tears brimming at his waterline as he looks at your window once more and gets inside the car.

Sweet Hyunjin that sends you a message as soon as he arrives at the destination "I want back...I want into your arms...please..."

Sweet Hyunjin that sometimes comes back a day earlier than he tells you because he wants to surprise you "I know what I said but my heart missed yours too much..."

Sweet Hyunjin that kisses you softly, melting into your arms as your fingers gently rake through his hair "Please hold me a little longer...I've missed your touch..."

Sweet Hyunjin that leaves sticky notes on the bathroom mirror when he wakes up before you "You're gorgeous!" "Still blushing after all this time?"

Sweet Hyunjin that pulls you closer at his chest and kisses your shoulder to wake you up "Good morning, ma chéri..."

Sweet Hyunjin that can never paint you like he wants to because "You're perfect, my love. It would take me a lifetime and I still wouldn't finish painting your beauty"

Sweet Hyunjin that goes grocery shopping but forgets the groceries because he bought flowers for you and he can't wait to get back home "I couldn't wait to see your smile. Yes, love, I promise I'll get the groceries this time hehe."

Sweet Hyunjin that watches the sunset with you, holding your back tightly at his chest while his arms rest on your waist. He often intertwines his fingers with yours, whispering into the crook of your neck "I love you, darling, so so much..."

Sweet Hyunjin that climbs the bed in the morning and presses soft kisses from your shoulders to your knuckles before looking into your eyes "My lady, breakfast is served..."

Sweet Hyunjin that kisses your tears when you crumble and start crying at the note hidden under the plate. "Is that a yes?" he giggles between tears and kisses your trembling hand before setting a delicate ring on your finger.

Do not copy/modify/repost without my permission.

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[hwahjxo]

-Imagine

Imagine Hyunjin as your boyfriend..

Hyunjin! (Your Boyfriend) x Reader!

- Fluff -

Word Count - 200+

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Imagine…

You’re lying in bed with Hyunjin after a good nights sleep. Your head rested on his chest, his fingers raking through your silky hair. Both of your eyes just barely fluttered open, bloated of morning puffiness. You tiredly shift your head, making eye contact with your boyfriend. You smile at his long disheveled hair, his natural beauty, his smooth skin, his soft face, the list goes on. “Good morning baby..” He whispers, rubbing random, soothing circles on your stomach. “Morning”, you whisper back, snuggling deeper into his warm body. You feel him interlacing his fingers with yours before bringing your hands up to his face and peppering small kisses over your knuckles. You whine a laugh but let him carry on.He knew you secretly loved the attention… Eventually, you pull your body up, wrapping your arms around his neck and engulfing the two of you into a cozy hug. “Ugh, I don’t wanna get up…” You groan, pushing your face into his bare shoulder. Hyunjin preferred to sleep shirtless but you weren’t saying you minded… He giggled as he hugged you tighter, loving the way you ruffled his hair. “Tsk.. I thought you hated skinship...” You teased, nonetheless, cuddling into the taller boy. Hyunjin’s famous laughter escaped his lips before he replied “I like it when it’s you baby~”, squishing your cheek between his fingers, mimicking the angry pout you gave him. “I hate you” you playfully complained, giggling at the glare he shot you. “I love you too” he rolled his eyes, joining his lips with yours and immersing in your sweet scent.

Hyunjin’s undeniable love for you had taken over yet again..

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Craving Hyunjin as a bf rn😭

Have a sunshine day! ✿

[hwahjxo]

11:11 pm... with hyunjin

just fluff & cuddles ! you're a bit grumpy when sleepy but it's okay because you cannot resist hyunjin's cute antics. & there's a bit of swearing, nothing too bad tho !!

this is my first writing,, so i hope it's okay !

you are peacefully laying down in your bed, a random corny netflix movie quietly playing in your tv slowly lulling you to sleep.

your eyes start feeling heavy as you snuggle closer to your pillow, switching the position to fully lay on your stomach while nuzzling into the pillow.

before you could sign in satisfaction, an aggressive, heavy 'thing' jumps your peaceful almost-asleep figure. you start screaming and then you turn your head to see your very-smug-looking boyfriend.

"hehe. did i scare you, baby?"

that little shit.

immediately, you (gently) elbow the man, making him leave a dramatic gasp and start pouting.

"why did you attack meee?" he whines and you turn to lay on your back and face him.

you squint at him, trying to portray an intimidating expression on your face.

"you attacked me first." you state, tone sounding way less scary than intended.

"false accusations. that was not an attack, that was an act of love." he defended himself with a grin on his face and you fight the urge of smiling back at him.

"hyunjin." you try to sound serious, however the sparkly eyes and the hints of a smile you're giving him confirm that you are in fact, not angry.

"yes?" he smiles cutely, and gets closer to you until he is hovering over you.

that stupid smile of his. that stupid smile that you can't resist. that stupid smile that makes you a giggly mess.

you sigh and wrap your arms around his neck.

"come here, dummy" you softly pull him by his neck, making him comply while giggling.

he nuzzles into your neck, sighing in content at the smell of you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"you're so grumpy when sleepy." he teasingly mumbles while drawing shapes with his fingers on your stomach.

"i am not grumpy." your hands finds his soft hair and start playing with it almost automatically.

"yes you are~" he teases with a giggle, you stop yourself from throwing another elbow-punch.

"it's okay, you're my grumpy baby" you giggle a little at the comment, slowly getting back to the peaceful state you were in initially.

"you're so cheesy..." you say with an endearing tone, your hands slowly getting tired as you them back to his neck and pull him closer.

"your cheesy baby?" he teases you, eyes fixed on your closed eyes and sleepy smile.

"mhm. mine." you mumble as you fall into slumber. hyunjin chuckles lovingly as he snuggles closer to you. giving you a small peck on your shoulder, and falling asleep himself.

[hwahjxo]

kisses with hyunjin almost always last for hours. single pecks do not exist with hyunjin — he's passionate, always seeking for more. he'd push you against the bed, lips feverishly moving against yours.

he doesn't have technique — just, passion. he kisses with his heart, moving his tongue and lips in the same rythm his heart is beating. it's messy. his lips would be stained with your lipstick, saliva everywhere. you'd pull away for a breather, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, and he'd giggle. then, it's not long until he'd push his lips against yours again, eyes drooping from love. hyunjin physically can't last without making out with you, always eager to push his lips against yours again to the point of panting. he'd be consumed with need, gripping and grabbing on every inch of your body as he kisses. in the end, both your lips would be red, bitten. he takes pride in that.

once hyunjin pulls away for good, he'd take a moment to stare. admiring the state of you. he'd rub his thumb on your lips, rubbing in the remnants of his saliva. he'd end it all with a long kiss on your forehead, and a hushed confession of, "i love you."

[hwahjxo]

Boyfriend Rindou Hc's

ᴛᴡ: ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʀɪɴᴅᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ᴏᴏᴄ

ʟɪʟ' ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʀɪɴᴅᴏᴜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ!

He gets clingy when you guys are behind closed doors

Giving him a head massage? He'll be knocked out in 10 minutes top head in your lap lightly snoring

Like's taking nighttime walks with you and just listening to you talk about your day. At first you were nervous but doing it more you eased into it

When he sees you messing around with something out in public due to being bored he'll let you play with his hands or give you an earbud to listen to music

HE ORDERS FOR YOU and the best part is that he doesn't shame you for not being able to (although he does have you try to order for yourself when comfortable every now and then)

Claims that he doesn't believe in witchcraft or manifestation but you've caught him saying affirmations, or asking to give him a reading with your tarot cards

You're the only person he trusts to dye his hair, not even Ran can. You wanna know why? One time Ran got dye everywhere (there were still visible stains on the walls)

Uses any gift you give him any time he can. One example was that you got him a hello kitty phone charm not expecting him to use it, the next day it was on his phone. Another time was when you got him a chain for his glasses, and he uses it 24/7

Gets bored when you read. Like he'll be sitting on his bed, you sitting next to him reading a book/manga. At first he'll glance over at you more frantically, then just takes the book out of your hand and demands attention

If he wakes up before you (which is rare) he'll make coffee/tea for the both of you. He took a mental note of what you like to drink and put into your drink, and what type of breakfast foods you like

He would act annoyed when you steal an article of his clothing, yet he'll be like, "I didn't say you had to take it off"

If you have low iron (same dude, same) his eyes will linger for a minute once you get up to make sure you won't fall over. If he has to get up to, then he'll put an arm on your back or arm to hold you up

Blanket stealer. He just is. You have to have like 80 blankets just so you have a chance of having one in the morning. His room often runs cold, so if you don't have the blanket you navigate to him and snuggle up to him.

Holy crap his sleepy eyes. It's very rare to see that, but he has the softest look in his eye before he drifts off to sleep. Like all his face muscles that was in a scowl softens tremendously. It makes you giddy knowing you are the only one that he trusts to see this side of him.