#i need the 4k hyunjin

[maxsix]

[innieandsungielover]

This is more of a soft smut headcanon. Any of the members (you can pick) when it’s their partners first time, and it hurts them too much and they have to stop, but of course get reassured that it takes time and they did their best. I’m a sucker for soft fics fr 🥺❤️

First Time!

A/N: Awww this was such a cute ask; I can imagine Hyunjin doing this so I hope you enjoy it! pairing: Bf!Hyunjin x afab!Reader wc: .4k cw: protected sex, first time, fluffy!

"Baby, you have to relax for me. Come on, you can do it" he kissed your lips slightly before going back to pushing his cock inside of you.

"It's too much" you whined, scared that you wouldn't be able to take it without hurting him or yourself.

"It will hurt if you don't relax. Breathe with me, baby. If you don't want to, we can stop," he took a deep breath, you following suit.

"I want to, want you" you whined, your doe eyes and pouty mouth meeting his.

"Such a good girl for me," he groaned pushing his cock deeper inside of your cunt. "There we go baby, big stretch."

You whined at the feeling of his cock inside of you, but it felt nice. He was kissing up and down your neck, making sure that you were comfortable. Your head pushed against the pillow as he asked for your permission to start thrusting inside of you.

"There we go baby, look at you being such a good little girl" he whined, his thrusts getting a bit faster.

"Only for you Jinnie" you moaned as he brought one of his fingers down to your clit, trying to help you get to your high.

He needed for you to cum, to feel good, it was like a hunger inside of him that he had to fulfill, just for you.

"So good, please, Jinnie gonna cum" you whined as his cock hit that spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back. He was in awe of your agape mouth, noting how this position drove you wild for future references.

"My baby, gonna cum, going to cum all over my cock" he whispered into your lips as you came all over his cock, your walls clamping down on his dick.

With a few more thrusts in an attempt to help you ride out your high, he came, filling the condom with his hot seed.

"Thank you for letting me do this, baby " he kissed your lips before pulling his cock out of your fluttering cunt.

"Thank you for being so patient with me," you grinned, kissing his lips as he picked you up bridal style to the bathroom.

You were his, and he would never disregard that.

[moonlightndaydreams]

confessions | han jisung | fem reader | with fwb Hyunjin

Pairing: softdom!hanjisung x fem!reader x fwb!hyunjin

Synopsis: you are visiting your bf Han who has a secret to share and you end up in a sweet threesome with Hyunjin.

Word Count: I think about 4k, not sure.

CW BELOW //MDNI

CW: unprotected p in v sex, sex in front of others, cum eating, m x m stuff, tit fuck, threesome, hand job, han soft doms.

“Baby, I don’t want to spend our precious time watching a movie, when we could be enjoying each other.” you purred.

You didn’t know how or when it happened, but you'd stopped watching the movie and you were straddling Han’s lap.

He growled and grabbed your ass, his hand sliding up under your skater skirt skimming the edge of your underwear. “Well you know I can’t get enough of you right?” he nuzzled into your neck. It felt so good to be physically close.

You started to grind yourself over his hardening cock and kissed him greedily.

“Han baby, I need you inside me.” you groaned. It felt like it was all you ever said since you arrived back in town. Han smirked and shuffled you back a little so he could free his cock from his sweatpants. With your tongue poking out in excitement you positioned your entrance over him as he tugged your underwear to the side as you sunk down over him.

Han hissed through his teeth and grinned like a fool as he pushed himself deep inside you. “This is naughty.” you whispered. “What if someone comes in?” you rolled my hips so that your clitoris rubbed over his hard muscles.

“They wouldn’t be able to tell we’re actually fucking though.” he said as he rocked his hips up into you. “Our clothes are covering us. They’ll never know.” And he tugged at the hem of your skirt to make sure it was providing the coverage you needed.

“But still… are you willing to risk one of your band mates catching us?”

“Do you want to stop?” Han raised and eyebrow.

You shook your head. “No.” you didn’t want to stop. You couldn’t stop. Everything felt so perfect when you were connected.

“Who cares if someone sees us?” His hand drifted up to cup your clothed breast and he rolled his hips in particularly delicious way making you moan. “Let ‘em see how beautiful you are when you’re being fucked.”

Han’s eyes glazed over with desire as you slowly rode him. It felt a little naughty knowing that if someone were to come in the room you could just be making out. No one would really know that Han was buried inside of you.

“Gees guys, you have a fucking room, you know!” Your eyes snapped up to see Chan who had his hands thrown up in the air and desperately looking anywhere but directly at you. “We’re just kissing!” Han whined defensively. “Whatever! I’m going out and when I get back I don’t want you naked all over the living room. Or… get bodily fluids on the couch!” and with grimace Chan was out the door.

Han started giggling, making you laugh too. “Now where were we?” he grinned. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started to rock you slowly again on his cock.

All you wanted to do was beg him to fuck you hard, to lift you up off his length and brutally slam you down. You wanted him to make you scream. And because this wasn’t the time or place for loud, hard sex, it made this moment feel more intense. Resisting and holding back was what made it feel so good. With every slow thrust, you savoured the drag of his cock against your walls. Every time the head of his dick pushed up against your cervix you felt yourself melting like hot lava around him. The friction of your clit against his hard body sent shivers through you. The firm but considerate placement of his hands on your hips made you feel loved.

You loved this man underneath you. Han fucking Jisung. Your Han fucking Jisung.

You closed your eyes and tossed your head back, losing yourself in the rhythm of Han’s hips. You could do this forever. Han slowed down to a stop and you opened my eyes. Hyunjin had wandered into the living room, seemingly oblivious to our presence. With headphones on he was staring at his phone as he absentmindedly made his way to the arm chair to the left of us and sat down.

Han and you looked at each other with expressions of disbelief. You were literally impaled on his cock while his friend sat less than three metres away from you.

“Just kiss me.” He whispered, and so you met his lips in a soft kiss. But you couldn’t stop grinning and snickering. It seemed that you both felt that despite this being an awkward situation, it was also kind of thrilling too. You continued to grind on him for a good two minutes before you peeled your smiling lips away and leaned your cheek against Han’s as you both turned to observe Hyunjin.

The dancer, sensing eyes were on him, glanced up at you both. His eyes almost bulged right out his head and he dropped his phone in surprise. Or shock. Or panic. He pulled his headphones off and flailed around trying to retrieve his phone off the floor.

“Oh my God! Are you two actually fucking?” he asked shrilly. You couldn’t tell whether he was appalled or thrilled, but more importantly, was it really that obvious what you were doing? You bit your lip and looked to Han for guidance. You locked eyes and came to some unspoken understanding on how you were going to handle this.

Han could be so fucking cheeky and devious in the bedroom when he wanted to be. And from your many video calls you could tell there was a bit of an exhibitionist in him. But there was a bit of an exhibitionist in you too. So you weren't surprised, or disappointed with how he answered his friend.

“Yes Hyunjin.” Han grinned “we are actually fucking.” Your mouth opened in a big O from excitement and you looked to Hyunjin to gauge his reaction. Hyunjin couldn’t actually see anything, so what harm could it do?

Hyunjin was speechless, and visibly conflicted. He didn’t know where to look, or what to do with his hands and he kept licking and sucking his lips nervously.

You leaned in close to Han’s ear. “Baby? Do you want to keep going? Or should we go to your room? Do you want him to stay and watch? Do you want to stop?”

“I want him to watch.” He breathed. “I… I mean… if you are oka-”

“Shh” you put a finger to his lips, and sat up tall resting your hands on his chest. You sucked your bottom lip into your mouth and then started to rock again on your most favourite cock in the entire world.

Hyunjin’s mouth hung open as he watched you ride his friend. He kept swallowing hard, and biting his lip. His face looked pained and conflicted. His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes looked worried. Yet he couldn’t take his eyes off you and Han.

“Hyunjin,” Han panted. God he sounded good saying his name. “Look how perfect she looks when she’s riding me.”

“I…Uh…Um..” Hyunjin couldn’t speak.

“Hyunjin,” it was your turn to say something. “You can stay and watch if you like.” you pulled up high off Han’s cock and dropped back down somewhat forcefully, drawing a loud moan from Han. “But, you don’t have to either. We don’t mind…. We don’t want to make things weird.”

“C-can I… touch myself?” Hyunjin’s voice sounded tiny and unsure. With his eyes still focused on you, Han gave the dancer permission. “Of course.” He said not taking his eyes off yours.

In your peripheral vision you could see Hyunjin reach for his fly, unzipping it and releasing his rapidly growing dick. You tried to remain focused on Han, but at the same time you were curious to watch your watcher. Han picked up the pace, as his breaths became heavier. His mouth became ravenous and his hands slid under your skirt to hold onto your ass, sliding your skirt up revealing your entire thigh.

Hyunjin let out a whimper and quickly bit his luscious lip (again) to stop more from sounds from escaping. Hyunjin liked to involve his lips in his facial expressions.

With your hands cupped around Han’s face you leaned your head against his and closed your eyes, losing yourself to this moment. Every time you had sex, you would try to memorise the feeling of him, the way he completed you so perfectly. You'd try to memorise the smell of him and how it would make every single one of your cells dance. Oh and the taste of him! You were addicted to it. Since the day you got home you couldn’t keep your mouth off him.

There were so many things you wanted to explore with Han. It was evident we both had an exploratory side from those nights when you spanked him while he had a toy up his ass, or when he videoed himself fucking you.

You had an idea. “Han, baby…” you purred. Han opened his eyes “Yes baby?”

“I was thinking…maybe…you’d wanna try that tit-fuck we talked about?” Han’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in disbelief. You knew that look. It was a look of You are naughty. And I love it. And fuck yes lets do it.

With a devilish grin you slid off his cock and down to the floor in front of him. With all of your attention on Han, you slowly brought yoiur hands to the hem of your top and pulled it off over your head and threw it on the floor by Hyunjin’s feet. You felt both the men’s eyes on you as you reached behind your back and unclipped your bra, letting it slide off and reveal your breasts. A rush of adrenaline came over you at the realisation that you had just exposed yourself to your boyfriend’s friend. You searched Han’s face to see what he was thinking. If, for even a second, you thought he was uncomfortable you'd have stopped immediately. But he didn’t look like he was a man who wanted to stop.

His eyes were playful, and the overly keen look on his face made it hard for you to play a seductive role. But you tried nonetheless, sliding your hands up your stomach to brush over your breasts and gently squeezing your nipples. Han’s stupid ass grin quickly disappeared and he subconsciously licked his lips. What is it with their tongue’s and lips?

“Fuck!” It was Hyunjin that whispered under his breath as you watched him out of the corner of your eye. His hand gripped around his cock, ready for the show.

Han shuffled closer to edge of the couch offering himself to you. He had the prettiest cock you'd ever seen. You grasped it in your hand and teased the tip with your tongue. “I just gotta get you slicked up again.” you said and slid your mouth down over his length. you could taste yourself on him. He was yours.

“Fuck… your mouth… aahhhh!” Han’s eyes rolled back as you bobbed up and down on him for a few moments. After you'd done teasing him, you removed your mouth and positioned his swollen cock between your breasts, placing your hand across the front of them to hold it in place. “You’re so soft babe!” Han managed to say before you started to massage him with your breasts. You slowly built a steady rhythm of sliding up and down up his shaft whilst trying to put on your best pornographic facial expressions. It seemed to be driving Han crazy. You stole a glance at Hyunjin, he was pumping his cock now and his eyes were glazed over, his lips were slightly parted as he stared at your breasts wrapped around his band mates dick.

Han began to pant, and started buck his hips up to get more friction. “That’s it honey, fuck my tits.” you encouraged him. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as his hips moved faster. “I… I’m gonna… oh shiiiitttt!” Spurts of cum painted your breasts, chest and even reached your chin.

“Oh my fucking god” he cried and slumped back in the couch. You leaned back resting on your hands. You loved pleasuring Han.

“C-can… um… I … can I lick that off you?” Hyunjin said quietly.

Han and you looked at each other, then at Hyunjin and back to each other. Of all the things Hyunjin could have said, that was not what you expected to come out of his mouth.

“Ummm…” you started. Hyunjin looked desperate, like he’d fall apart in despair if he didn’t get what he needed in the moment.

“I’m okay with it.” Han whispered with certainty staring at the mess he’d made on you.

“Uh… okay. Hyunjin. It’s okay. You can… lick… yeah.” You weren't really sure what was happening, or why. But you wanted to give Hyunjin what he craved, which seemed to be Han’s cum on your tits. Hyunjin moved like a feline as he crawled his way over to you, and you immediately presented him your chest. You didn’t know what to expect. Would he be greedy and hurried? Or would he be slow and deliberate?

The dancer sat beside you and slowly brought his face close to your breast. You could feel his breath on you and it sent shivers through your body. He parted his luscious pouty lips and slid that obnoxious fucking tongue out of his mouth and leaned in to delicately lick the cum on the top of your beast.

Hyunjin paused after the first lick and closed his eyes as though savouring, no, remembering, the taste. He sighed and opened his eyes. Then he slowly started to lap up the cum. He looked like he was losing himself to to moment, and it seemed that the fact that the cum was on you wasn’t what was important. It could have been on the floor and he’d still be lapping it up.

You felt an urge to put your arm around the back of Hyunjin’s head and gently hold him against you. But you weren't sure if you should. You looked up to Han for guidance but he was fixated on Hyunjin. It was almost like he was looking at him endearingly, but with lust in his eyes.

You decided to go with your instinct to hold Hyunjin, and carefully wrapped your arm around to hold the back of his head. He gradually made his way up your neck. He was so close to you, he smelled like roses and chocolate, like Turkish delight. Hyunjin had cleaned all of Han’s cum off your breasts and neck, and all that was left was your jawline. He kept his eyes downcast as he brought his sweet lips close to your skin. You could feel his breath on you, as he ever so tenderly licked along your jaw to catch the remainder of cum. You closed your eyes. And then it was over.

Hyunjin abruptly pulled away. “Thank you… but I think I need to…go…um…” He seemed embarrassed about what had just happened. He couldn’t get out of the room fast enough, stumbling a little as he disappeared down the hall.

You and Han sat in silence as you processed what had just happened. “So…” you said as you fumbled for your bra and top. “I wasn’t expecting that, hey?” You looked up to find Han frowning, his expression comparable to a lost boy.

“Baby?” you pushed. Han snapped out of his thoughts and he looked back at you softly. “That was really, really hot, babe” he began.

“But?” You knew he was holding back. “Han, I hope I didn’t do something wrong?”

Han shook his head “Oh babe, no!!!! No. You were perfect as always.” He scratched his head “it’s just… I’ve got something I want to tell you. Can we talk in my room?”

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” Han said sitting cross legged on the bed. You sat in front of him, giving him your undivided attention.

“Babe you can tell me anything.” you reassured him, but inside you were panicking. What could be possibly need to tell you?

He took a deep breath and then let out a long sigh. “Ok… so before we met… there’s been times when I’d feel… lonely…” he paused trying to find the courage to continue. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously and kept his gaze downcast as he eventually continued. “Well… sometimes Hyunjin… he’d” Han sighed again and started blinking back tears.

“Hey…” you took his hands in yours and stroked them reassuringly. “Sometimes he’d give me blow jobs.” Han bravely lifted his gaze to meet yours. “Are you angry?”.

You let out a sigh. You didn’t know you were holding your breath. “I’m not angry. I’m glad you had someone to comfort you.” You were surprised, but at the same time not surprised.

“There’s more.”

You swallowed. More?

“One time when you and me couldn’t have our video call…oh fuck, please don’t hate me…” Han started to look visibly panicked. His breathing started to become laboured and tears he’d been holding back sprung free from his eyes.

“Han… please. Please calm down. Just breathe, okay." What could he possibly need to say to be causing him so much distress? Although, you thought you knew what he was about to say.

“Hyunjin asked if I needed anything… any comfort. He knew I missed you and he thought that it could help. He told me to imagine it was you sucking me off. Even told me to play that video I took of you through my headphones. I felt so bad afterwards.” He cried.

Wow! You took a few moments to process what he just told you. How were you supposed to feel?

Han sobbed openly now, wailing and apologising. You watched the man in front of you. How could you be angry with him? Was it wrong to not be angry? Was there something wrong with you for not being angry? All you wanted was for Han to feel happy, accepted and loved. And if Hyunjin had helped, could help, then you couldn’t be angry.

“Say something Soph! Anything!” He wailed. Your poor Han. You threw your arms around him. You could process this properly later.

“Babe! Han. I’m not angry.” Han leaned back to look at you, searching your face for any trace that you were lying. His cheeks were puffy and wet, his eyes red.

“I mean it. I’m not angry. But… please don’t be scared to tell me things. I want to know all of it. Okay?” You kissed him softly. He nodded and allowed you to hold him.

“Is everything okay?” Hyunjin was in the doorway. In fresh clothes. “Fuck! Han? Are you okay, man?” he strode into the room and sat himself next to Han and wrapped an arm around him. Han just sat sniffling, looking down at the blue bedspread.

“Is this about before? I’m sorr… it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have… you know… out there?”

Han shook his head. “It’s not that…” he looked up at Hyunjin “I told her about… you know… how you help me.” Hyunjin’s eyes widened and he sucked in a breath. His eyes flickered to yours and he looked down, swallowing hard.

“Oh.” He finally managed to say.

The awkwardness was thick. No one knew where to go from here. But you had questions.

“So,” you said finally. “I just need to get everything straight in my head.” You exhaled to prepare yourself. “Do you have feelings for each other?” You asked looking from Han to Hyunjin. “Hyunjin, how do you feel about all this… situation… with me and Han? You don’t hate me for being with Han do you?” You didn’t want to come between them, but what if Hyunjin had romantic feelings for your boyfriend?

Hyunjin chuckled lightly. “I help all the guys out when they need it. It’s part of how I support them.” He smiled. A pure, happy, honest smile.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, okay.” you answered dumbfounded, letting that sink in too.

Hyunjin leaned in towards you and smiled. “Don’t worry, I don’t want to steal your boyfriend.” He looked back at Han. “But I enjoy satisfying him.”

Your mouth fell open, and something stirred inside of you. You were fucking turned on by Hyunjin’s words, and the images that came to mind surprised you.

Images of Hyunjin taking Han’s pretty cock in his mouth. Han tangling his fingers in Hyunjin’s hair while he slides his mouth down Han’s length. Hyunjin swallowing every last drop of Han’s cum. Han and Hyunjin kissing. Hyunjin spanking Han. Han and Hyunjin fucking.

You shook your head and squeezed you eyes tight. Why were you so turned on and not jealous?

You looked at the two young men in front of you, and considered whether to ask the next question you had on your mind. They both looked back at you expectantly, waiting to see how you felt about the bombshell they just dropped.

“Well… I have one more question.” Now you were staring at the bedspread, too afraid to look at them as you asked your question. “Did you both like what happened earlier in the living room.” You bit your lip and stole a glance at the men, before returning your gaze to the mattress. “Because I did.” You added. You felt like your heartbeat filled the room it was so loud, and you knew your cheeks were burning red. You hoped that Han wouldn’t be upset.

“I liked it too.” Whispered Han. He reached out and touched your leg, and you looked up at him hopefully.

“Well… I liked it too.” Added Hyunjin. “It was fun watching Han get laid.” And he playfully punched Han in the arm.

But Han didn’t even register. His eyes were firmly on yours. He wanted to say something. And it was clear from his expression that he was mustering the courage to ask.

“What is it baby?” you whispered.

“Would you be open to…maybe having Hyunjin here… just once?”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Hyunjin out of the corner of your eye. Were you open to having Hyunjin with you? Just once? Actually, you couldn’t think of anything more perfect.

“Baby, you still haven’t come yet. Can I please take care of you?” Han begged as he shuffled down the bed.

After your discussion on having Hyunjin join you “just once”, Hyunjin talked a little more about the dynamic and role he played in the band. He seemed to be a giver of love and he felt nothing but happiness when he saw his brothers happy. And for him the best way to support them was through physical comfort.

Somehow, during your conversation, Hyunjin decided he wanted to watch Han and you “make out” while he laid close to your side. And fuck did he watch? He didn’t take those curious, seductive eyes off of the pair of you. His expression flicking from pained, to soft, to turned on, all in a matter of seconds. It was like he was taking it all in, everything Han and you were doing, so that he could somehow use the information for later use.

Next thing you knew you were all naked and Han was between your legs eating you out whilst Hyunjin remained laying next to you, just gazing at your face, absorbing all the micro-expressions you made as Han pleasured you.

Hyunjin?” You whispered. “Don’t you think Han has the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen?”

“He does. It is the prettiest in the whole world.” He whispered back, like you were sharing a secret that no one else should know. Han whined from between your legs.

“Ahhh fuck baby that feels…. God. Han. Please. I need you inside me. I need that pretty cock inside me!” You cried.

Han knelt up and lined himself up with your entrance, and you gasped when he sunk himself into you in one swift thrust. It always felt so right with him inside you. You threw your head back relishing the stretch when your bodies connected. Han was your absolute everything. All you wanted was to please him.

Hyunjin’s attention turned to Han fucking you and he edged his way down the bed to get a closer look.

“Fuck, Han.” he sighed looking down at his cock pushing in and out of you. “She takes you so well. You really know how to fuck her good, bro.” Hyunjin bit his delicious lips, eyes fixated on watching the cock that was disappearing into your pussy. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced up at you to see your reaction to each thrust. “

She’s so perfect on my cock.” Han panted looking up and smiling at you. Your heart melted. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the feeling of Han’s movements.

“Han, baby.” You panted.

“Mmmhhm” he purred. You opened your eyes again. “I want you to Dom me and Hyunjin.”

Han did his classic wide eyed look of surprise and Hyunjin’s expression was one of confusion like he’d misheard you.

“I don’t know if I know how to Dom?” He responded shyly.

Hyunjin smirked “Bro! You have two people here who want to please you and do anything you say… I have faith in you!” He declared. Han looked at you.

You nodded. “Yeah. Boss us around babe!” you said and batted your eyelids mischievously.

“Okay…” Han paused to think. “Hyunjin. I need you to kiss her.. use that fucking tongue of yours.” He panted.

Hyunjin licked his lip, his expression showed that he got exactly what he wanted. He laid alongside you again and cupped your face and connected his lips with yours.

He kissed you tentatively at first, testing the waters, learning the landscape of your lips. Slowly he parted them with a nudge of his tongue and then slipped it into your mouth. Hwang Hyunjin was made for kissing. It was like he could draw so much information from you just by kissing you. His tongue danced with yours tenderly. Your head sunk back into the pillow and Hyunjin followed, still attached to your lips. Han’s rhythm matched the intensity of Hyunjin’s kisses. Tender, slow, rhythmical.

“Now I need you to touch her tits… suck them. She loves that.” Han instructed. Hyunjin took his attention to your breasts, latching on to a nipple while slowly massaging and squeezing the other. You cried out at how good it felt. Han’s hands explored your hips, your thighs, your ass. You started to writhe on the bed. Having four hands all over you was overwhelming in the most blissful way.

The two men were being so delicate and slow, but you couldn’t wait for Han to give more instructions. You could sense Hyunjin was getting needy too. He was whimpering and squeezing his eyes closed, furrowing his brow as he tried to hold back the pace. Han knew how to make you squirm, and it seemed he knew what made Hyunjin needy.

You gripped one hand around Hyunjin’s neck, the other around Han’s ass so you could grind you hips up against him.

“You wanna come do you baby?” Han asked.

“Fuck… yes please.”

“Hyunjin, touch her clit for me.” Hyunjin reached down between your legs to find your clit. The intensity of the sudden pressure shot jolts of electricity through your body. You hadn’t realised how much tension you already had in your core, and were on the brink of an orgasm.

Your moans got louder, but you didn’t care. You needed the release.

“Do you need me to fuck you harder?” Han teased. He knew you'd been dying for a hard fuck for hours. “Okay baby, I need you to come on my cock for me while Hyunjin gives your clit attention okay… and Hyunjin don’t stop till I tell you.” Hyunjin nodded. “And Hyunjin,… kiss me.” He added. “And baby… grab Hyunjin’s cock”.

Holy shit. You almost came on the spot. Han looked and sounded so hot directing you and Hyunjin like that. And so confidently too. It was cute how sometimes he’d be so shy to bring up something sexual, and other times he was fucking bold.

Within moments you were all entwined and connected. Han was rolling his hips into you at a steady but forceful pace. Hyunjin held his fingers to Han’s mouth and Han sucked his fingers, then he brought them down to your clit, pressing circles against it. Han wrapped an arm around Hyunjin’s shoulder and brought him in close.

Their eyes locked and Han swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Hyunjin closed the space and caught Han in a messy kiss. It was different to how Hyunjin kissed you. Hyunjin already knew Han’s lips and mouth so well.

For a moment you thought Han had forgotten about you, lost in the spell of Hyunjin. “Don’t stop touching her clit, okay” he whispered gently between kisses. “Take his cock babe.” He added. You licked your hand and grasped Hyunjin’s cock. He let out a shudder. His dick was already beginning to leak. You smeared the pre-cum around to help your hand slide up and down easier, and he moaned as you began to pump him.

Hyunjin gently tugged at Han directing him to come lay on top of you, as Hyunjin moved to lay back down by your side. Han kissed you as Hyunjin nibbled your ear, his hot wet breath felt delicious against your skin. Then he’d nibble Han’s ear. Somehow, Hyunjin still had his fingers on your clit, trapped between yours and Han’s body.

Your hand continued pumping Hyunjin’s cock, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his high building. You tangled your hands in Han’s hair as he continued to bury his cock in your. You wrapped your legs around his waist to hold him as close as possible, making Hyunjin’s fingers push hard in to your clit. The kisses started to become frantic. The three of you kissing each other messily, like feral animals, lost in pleasure.

“Own her Han.” Hyunjin encouraged. That tipped your over the edge and felt like liquid as you melted and pulsed around Han’s cock, sending ripples through your body.

Han came next his face contorted and strained. painting your insides just the way you like and then slumped down on you. You could tell his orgasm was intense not just physically, but emotionally too. It’d been a big afternoon for him.

Hyunjin was close too and it only took another moment before he was pulsing ropes of cum on your hand and Han’s side. It took you a while to recover, and eventually Hyunjin got up to get aftercare supplies.

“Han, baby?” you purred. He nuzzled in close to your neck. “You were perfect.”

“Baby. You are perfect.” He whispered. It seemed to be what you always told each other after sex.

“Should we let Hyunjin stay for cuddles?” You asked squeezing Han tight.

“I’d like that. I want him to spoon you.” He giggled and he closed his eyes. Hyunjin stayed for a while, curled up by your side, an arm draped over you to caress Han’s shoulder.

Han fucking Jisung. You didn’t expect this was going to happen when you came home to see him. You smiled to yourself and drifted off to sleep between the two men.

A/N This is a rework of one my very first fics from about a year ago. So it might be familiar to some. If it's your first time reading it I hope you enjoyed x. Sorsha.

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Whiplash (2)

Pairing: Felix x Reader x Hyunjin

Genre: Street Racing, Gang, Friends to Lovers

Word Count: 4k

Taglist: @sheala--marie @kayleefriedchicken @chartrucewhore @cookiesnmilfx

Part One |

“I'm never drinking again.” You groan, rubbing your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to sooth your throbbing head. The only thing you remembered about last night was dancing with that guy and then everything goes blank. You take a deep breath in and out before your eyes shoot open. You sniff harder, smelling something delicious, wondering who was in your apartment. And then it hit you, you weren't even home. You looked around, recognizing Hyunjin's room immediately. You crawl out of his bed, your feet shuffling out the door and down the hallway, towards the delicious smell. As you get closer you can hear Felix and Hyunjin talking.

“Food always gets her up. Just wait.” Felix laughed. He knew you so well.

“This smells so good.” You groan, sitting down at the island as you watch the two make pancakes, bacon and eggs.

“I told you.” Felix says, glancing at Hyunjin.

“Good morning.” Hyunjin says, smiling at you as he slides a plate in front of you.

“Morning.” You smile, picking up your fork, ready to dig in. But you couldn't. You looked up at the two men, who were staring at you smirking.

“Do I have something on my face?” you ask, wiping your face off. Neither of them reply, they just keep cooking, glancing at you and smirking.

You take a few bites of your food, trying to ignore those two but flashes of last night keep playing in your head.

“Did I.. “ you pause. “Did I do something last night?” You ask.

Hyunjin and Felix look at each other and then back at you. “Okay, what!?” You yell.

“Maybe I need to get off too.. cause of you two!” Felix says, his voice deep, his eyes on you.

“The things I wanna do to the two of you are not platonic.” Hyunjin says.

Your fork drops as you gasp. Your hands cover your mouth as you stare at them both, your eyes wide. The memories come flooding back to you like a tidal wave and you want to actually fucking die.

“That.. I, um. Wow. Okay so I was drunk. Like really drunk. My sincerest apologies. I'm gonna go.” You mumble. You slip out of the chair quicker than you realized, slipping on your shoes and grabbing your purse and heading out the door. You could not believe you had said all that. you were gonna be embarrassed for the rest of your life. Once you had walked a couple blocks you called a cab so you could properly grieve and call Seulgi so she could talk you off the ledge.

“You said what!?” She gasps.

“Yeah.. drunk me has no sense of boundaries apparently.” You sigh.

“So what are you gonna do?” She asks.

“I'm going to handle it like a mature adult.” You declare. “And pretend it never happened.” You can hear Selgui sigh on the other end of the phone.

Once you're home, you collapse in your bed, closing your eyes while your brain replays the things you said to Hyunjin and Felix the night before. Drunk you really liked to speak your sober thoughts apparently. As embarrassed as you were, you were feeling more anxious than anything. Based on their reactions this morning you knew your friendship wasn't ruined with them, but you couldn't help but feel guilty for saying those things. What if you had made them uncomfortable? What if they started distancing themselves from you? You were a ball of stress and you weren't sure how, or if you could make things better.

You spent the rest of the day in bed, ignoring any phone call and text that made your phone ring. You just wanted to wallow in your self pity for a little bit longer before facing anyone. Part of you knew it wasn't a very big deal, but the other part was mad because you had done so well to keep yourself in a platonic place with them. Finally a few hours later, and after you couldn't stand listening to the beeps and ringing of your phone anymore, you looked at it. All the messages from Felix and Hyunjin, not to mention the phone calls from them as well as from Chan, Changbin and Han begging you to come over for homemade pizza night. you decided to text Han back, letting him know that you'll be right there. You didn't wait for a reply, not that you needed to, but you got dressed and headed over to face the music.

Walking into the house, it's unusually quiet. Where were those rowdy boys? All you could hear was the low humming that was coming from the kitchen. You followed the sound, finding Felix in the kitchen, rolling out dough.

“Hey.” You smile, sitting at the island that you left in a rush only a few hours before.

“Hey you.” He grins, looking up for a second before focusing back on his dough. “The others had to run out for a bit, but we'll let the dough rise and then make the pizzas.” He tells you. You nod your head, feeling too nervous to say anything.

“Can I get you a cocktail?” He asks.

“Oh god, please.” You smile. You knew you shouldn't, but what more could you say to him? Felix quickly whips you up something delicious and you drink it far too quickly.

“Good thing I made extra.” He chuckles, filling your cup again. This time you sip on it as he works on more dough. “What's up? Why do you seem all weird?” He asks.

“What?” You question. You were acting weird, you were quiet and distant.

“Is it because of last night?” He asks, not looking up at you.

“Yeah.” You sigh. “I don't want things to be weird with the three of us.”

“Why would things be weird?” He asks, now looking at you.

“Because of what.. I, you know, said.” You mutter. Felix laughs.

“Maybe I want you to use me non platonically.” He smirks, looking up at you.

Your stomach drops. You stare at him, your mouth hanging open. “I'm.. what?” You ask. But before Felix can reply, you both hear the front door open. You turn your head to look at the entryway, and in walks Hyunjin with a smile plastered on his face.

“There's my girl.” He says, grabbing your chin. “What's going on?” He asks, looking between your shocked face and Felix.

“I think I'm dreaming.” You say, turning back to look at Felix who continues to smirk at you. You pinch your cheek, just to see, but you're not. This is real life.

“Pizza!” You can hear Changbin yell, as the rest of the boys come into the kitchen. They all hug you before standing around the island, Felix giving everyone their dough, and placing all the topping options, cheese and sauce in the middle. The rest of the night you could barely focus, Felix's words replaying in your head.

“Maybe I want you to use me non platonically.”

Was he interested in you? Was he joking? You wanted to ask him, but you didn't want to do it in front of everyone, so you left it. Later that night, as you were trying to sleep in your bed, you fell asleep to the thought of using him non platonically.

Over the next few days, you didn't see much of anyone. They said they had a lot of things going on, and you didn't question it. Sometimes they were very suspicious but you figured they were just being guys. With nothing to do, you made plans with Seulgi and a few other friends for a girls night. But of course, the night that you had plans was the night that the guys wanted to do something.

“How?” You laugh at one of the girls. “How do you manage to score four dudes in one singular night?” You ask. “I can barely get one.”

Everyone at the table laughs at your comment to Lisa. This is what you needed, a fun night out with some girls, and a guy named Mike who had tagged along. It was a good way to get your mind off of things. You took a shot from one of the bottles on the table, beginning to feel tipsy as you eat a little bit of food. You look at Seulgi who is looking at you with a weird look on her face.

“What?” You ask. Her eyes dart over to the left, you look over and see Felix and Hyunjin sitting at a table with two girls you didn't recognize. Your heart sank as you stared at the girls smiling while they're talking. You glance over at the boys, but they don't look like they're enjoying themselves as much as the girls are.

They must have felt your stare, or maybe you stared for too long, but they looked over, directly at you, and seemed shocked to see you. You gave them a slight smile and wave before turning back to your other friends. You tried to ignore them, but you could feel their eyes burning into the side of your head as you spoke, your group drunkenly trying to figure out what to do after dinner.

“Do you guys wanna go to the club?” Mike asks, looking at you. You shrug your shoulders. “I wouldn't say no to dancing there.” You smile, glancing at Felix and Hyunjin, who are now walking over to you.

“Are you guys going to the club?” Hyunjin asks, looking at you. You nod your head, your heart beating quicker. They could do nothing and your heart flutters with butterflies in your stomach.

“We'll see you there.” Felix smiles, walking out of the restaurant with the two girls and Hyunjin. You shake your head, trying to get the thought of them out of your head.

The moment you get to the club, you, Seulgi and Mike head straight for the bar. The three of you take a few shots before heading out to the dance floor, leaving Mike to sit there. You always loved dancing with girlfriends, because you never had to worry about unwanted touching. The two of you danced by yourself for a bit, until Mike decided to join you, and for some reason he had decided he wanted to dance with you. His hands grabbed your hips to pull you in close to him, but you really didn't want to. Seugli had disappeared on you, leaving you to fight him off on your own. He turns you around to face him, his hands roaming your body. You push him away, but he grabs your wrist, holding it tightly.

“I just wanna dance with you.” Mike grits through his teeth. You can see the anger bubbling up through his body.

“I don't want to dance with you. I'm sorry.” You say, trying to free your wrist from his grip.

“One dance. That's all I want. You can't tease me and then not give me what I want.” He scoffs.

“Excuse me?” You yell, pulling your wrist from his grip. “I never fucking teased you. I said no, so fucking listen.” You turn to walk away from him but he grabs you again, holding you even tighter, trying to pull you off the dance floor. You fight him with all you had but he just holds on tighter, pulling you away. Until you halt, you look up and see Hyunjin standing in front of Mike, he's angry. Your wrist is released, Felix now holding onto Mike's hand, twisting his wrist hard, causing Mike to fall to his knees.

“Don't you know what no means?” Felix asks, his voice scary as he glares at Mike. You turn and run to Hyunjin, he wraps his arms around you as he continues to stare at Mike. Felix leans down, whispering into Mike's ear. “You touch her again, I'll fucking kill you. Got it?”

Luckily you don't hear him as you nuzzle into Hyunjin's chest. Until you realize that they had dates, and they needed to get back to them. You felt guilty, it seemed like you were always getting into situations that they needed to save you from and that wasn't fair. You backed away from Hyunjin, looking sad and guilty.

“You guys have dates. They're probably looking for you.” You say, looking up at them both. “Thank you for helping me, and I'm sorry you have to keep saving me.” You whisper.

Felix and Hyunjin look at each other before looking back at you. “Don't apologize.” Hyunjin smiles.

“We'd go to war for you, baby.” Felix winks before he and Hyunjin leave to find the girls they were with. Finally Seulgi comes back, explaining she was waiting in the longest line for the bathroom.

“What happened!? Why are you crying?” She asks.

“Mike.” You sniffle. “He wanted to dance and I didn't. He got really aggressive.” Seulgi looks guilty as she listens to you.

“I'm so sorry.” She whispers, pulling you in for a hug.

“Luckily Hyunjin and Felix saved me.” You chuckle. “I don't know where Mike went off too.”

“Fuck Mike, he's banned from the group now.” She says. “Where did Felix and Hyunjin go?” She asks.

“I sent them back with their dates.” You say. She nods her head.

“What do you wanna do?” She asks. “Stay or go?”

“I'm gonna go. But you stay. Honestly, I just need some air. I'm gonna walk home. I promise I'll be fine. I'll call you when I'm home.” You say, giving a slight smile. She hugs you tightly, and watches you walk out of the club.

You really didn't want to call a cab but you did. You weren't dumb, you knew something bad could happen if you walked. You didn't want to bother any of the boys. You stood outside the club, waiting for your cab and you were annoyed, you felt like you only attracted men who didn't have good intentions and you didn't know why. You just wanted someone.. maybe two men who loved you with everything they had, like you felt for them. Honestly you just wanted Hyunjin and Felix and you didn't know how much longer you could fight off these feelings. It felt like they were bubbling up to your chest now and it was only a matter of them before they made your head explode.

You paid your fare and headed inside your apartment. You turned on your shower to the hottest that you could handle to scrub off the feeling of Mike's hands on your body. You couldn't help thinking about what could have happened to you had Felix and Hyunjin not been there for you. As you finish in the shower, you come out and check your phone seeing an email you'd been waiting for. A few weeks ago you had interviewed for a receptionist job at an elite law office. You nervously opened the email, screaming and dropping your phone in excitement as you jumped around your room. You got the job and you were so happy to not be living off of your savings anymore. You pick up your phone, reading the rest of the email, seeing you still had a few days before you were starting, you were so happy you completely forgot about what had happened that night. You fell asleep quickly, feeling like everything was going to be okay.

The next morning you woke up, in a great mood and ready for the day. You looked at your phone, seeing a message from Felix.

[9:58am From Felix] Morning, Can I take you to lunch today? I need to talk to you.

A knot immediately formed in your stomach. This was going to be bad. He's going to end the friendship or something. He was probably tired of you and your shit. You didn't want to go, but you needed to know. Your anxiety wouldn't let you not know and you wouldn't be able to function.

[10:09am To Felix] That doesn't sound good. Let me know when and where.

[10:11am From Felix] Same restaurant as last night. Meet you there at 11:30am]

You don't reply. You can't. You can feel the lump in your throat getting bigger. You tried your best to get ready, to make yourself look decent but you were on the verge of tears and you couldn't control it. The thought of losing one of your best friends was devastating.

You sit at the table, your fingers interlaced as you wait for Felix. Your head is down as you try to breathe through the anxiety. You hear the door open, your head shoots up and you see Felix and Hyunjin walk in. There are no smiles, no happy greetings and you knew this was going to be bad. The two men sit down, across from you, staring at you.

“Did you order?” Felix asks, looking at the menu.

“I can't eat right now.” You whisper. Fuck. Your tears were going to start spilling right away.

“Neither can I.” He sighs, closing the menu. “Look, the reason I asked you to lunch and that Hyunjin joined too is that we really need to talk to you about something.” He says.

The tears fall as you look at them. They're now staring at you confused.

“Why are you crying?” Hyunjin asks, reaching over to wipe your tears.

“I don't want to lose you guys.” You cry. They look at each other before looking back at you.

“Why are you losing us?” Felix asks.

“Isn't that what this is? You're ending the friendship?” You ask.

Felix laughs. “I guess in a sense.” He says. He reaches over and grabs your hands. “This isn't about ending anything. More so taking it to the next level.”

You stare at him. “next level? Like ultimate best friends?’ you ask.

They both laugh, and then stone faces as they take a deep breath. “I'm falling in love with you.” Felix admits.

“What?” You whisper.

“And I'm falling in love with you.” Hyunjin admits. “And we don't know what to do.”

“We don't want to ruin things if you don't feel the same but neither of us could hold it in any longer.” Felix says.

Suddenly the tears flow, you take your hands back to cover your face as you sob. Neither of them say a word as you cry. Until Felix's phone rings.

“Yeah Chan?” He answers. “Fuck. Now? Shit okay, we're on our way.” He says. He looks at Hyunjin who immediately knows what's going on.

“We gotta go. But we're having a party tonight. Please come and we can talk.” Felix tells you as they both stand up and walk out the door.

You're in shock. That's not at all how you thought that conversation was going to go.

They are both falling in love with you. And you're already in love with them both. What do you do? Do you choose one and leave one heartbroken, while also leaving yourself heartbroken. Did you date both? Could you date both? Would they be okay with that? You stand up and head home, your mind swirling with thoughts on what to do. You couldn't believe it.

Later that night you got yourself ready for the party, you were very confident on what you were going to do. And you hoped they didn't ask you to choose because you wouldn't be able to. You wanted to give dating both of them both a try. If the three of you put in the effort, you were sure that you guys could do it.

You walk through the door of the party, seeing the house was filled with people. Changbin and Han run up to you, engulfing you in hugs before Han demands another beer chugging rematch.

“We will, later.” You laugh. “Do you know where Felix and Hyunjin are?” You ask.

“I think in the kitchen.” He tells you, going over to say hi to someone else. You make your way to the kitchen, seeing Felix standing there talking to someone. You take a deep breath, and head straight for him. He smiles as he sees you walk up to him. You press up against his chest, sliding your hand on the back of his head, pulling his head down closer to you. He stares into your eyes as you move your face closer and closer, until your lips touch his. As soon as your lips touch, he takes control. He spins you around, pinning you against the fridge as he deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Felix breaks the kiss, stepping away from you with a grin on his face. You look past him seeing Hyunjin standing there. You motion him to come to you with your finger. He walks towards you, and you move past Felix, grabbing onto Hyunjin's collar and pulling him down. His lips touch yours and he quickly slides his tongue into your mouth, hardening the kiss.

He pulls away from you, grinning at you and Felix. You guide Hyunjin to stand next to Felix and you clear your throat as you look at both of them.

“I can't choose, and I won't choose. I'm falling hard for you both and I want you both. If you're okay with that then I'm all in, but if you're not then it won't work.” You tell them.

“I'm in.” Hyunjin smiles.

“I'm all in.” Felix says. You were so fucking happy in this moment. You kissed them both before grabbing some celebratory shots. The three of you take a few shots before you drag them both to the living room to dance. You feel as though you're in heaven, grinding your ass into Felix and Hyunjin grinds in front of you. Your happiness is short lived, as the front door busts open and in walks eight men, one of which you recognize. The music shuts off as Chan, Changbin, Jeogin, Minho, Han, Felix and Hyunjin stand in front of the intruders.

“What the hell are you doing here Hongjoong?” Chan yells. The man just laughs.

“What? You thought you could start doing illegal mods on cars and I wouldn't fucking find out?” He yells.

What was going on?

“Is business slow?” Chan asks. “Maybe if you were better at your job, you wouldn't lose so many clients.” He says, fake pouting. Hongjoong turns red as anger consumes him.

“Me and you. A race now, the winner keeps doing mods, and the loser closes up shop.” He yells. Everyone begins cheering but you feel confused. You'd heard about street racing, but you had no idea that they were involved in it. You look at Felix and Hyunjin, who look guilty.

“Y/N.” You hear from across the room. You look over and a familiar man walks over to you. You squint your eyes as he comes closer, and then it hits you. It was San. You had a mini fling with him years ago and ended on good terms and as friends.

“San! Oh my god.” You laugh, running up to him, wrapping your arms around him. “So good to see you.” You laugh, letting go of the large man. Hyunjin and Felix are on each side of you, glaring at their enemy.

“Get your hands off of her.” Felix snaps, pulling you back, and closer to him.

“We used to hook up.” San winks. You roll your eyes.

“If you can even call it that.” You laugh.

“It was good to see you, Y/N.” He says, winking at you before walking towards his group. You turn to Hyunjin and Felix, a stern look on your face.

“Street racing?” You gasp.

“Y/N.. listen.” Hyunjin starts.

“How long?” You ask. “How long have you guys been doing this shit and why didn't you tell me?”

“Since before we met.” Felix says. “It's not that we didn't want to tell you.”

“We just wanted to protect you.” Hyunjin says. “We're involved with a lot of dangerous people. We just want to keep you safe.”

“Hyunjin, Felix. Let's go.” Chan yells. The crowd disperses, heading out to wherever the race is going to be.

“Go to one of our rooms.” Felix says. “We'll be back in a bit.”

You scoff at the handsome man. “Absolutely not.” You deadpan.

“I'm coming with you.”

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You hadn't called for the feelings that bubbled within the pit of your stomach to bubble there. Hyunjin had merely invited you to watch him practice, whining about the practice room feeling so very lonely with only him in it, asking for you to accompany him, begging, if you were precise. And though Hyunjin had always been the clingy friend between the pair of you, you had raised a brow at his text — he was especially needy for your company lately, it seemed, despite asking simply to meet a certain tension laced above your heads whenever he asked, whenever you found yourself out together, or in the confines of your homes, watching a movie and munching on snacks — the atmosphere shifted whenever you'd lock eyes, and both of you felt it, surely.

And yet, maybe Hyunjin didn't merely invite you to watch him practice, maybe not the entirety of his reasonings. Because you had visited him during schedules and late night dancing sessions often enough, and the gaze within him had never been this intense, was so entirely unknown to you. Strong, determined, demanding — and on you the whole time. With every move of his body, of his arms and legs and hips he watched you, not himself in the mirror. As though not wanting to practice at all, or catch his mistakes, but to show you, to dance for you. Eyes telling you he wanted more, though maybe you read too much into it.

And then he let himself fall against the sofa, leather black against skin flushed, and he didn't even try to be subtle. Bottle of water in hand, neck thrown back and gulping the water in urge, eyes on yours. Semi erection drawing against his grey pair of pants, though you resisted to stare - couldn't possibly, as much as you wished to.

"You have any plans after this?"

His voice hoarse, laced with exhaustion. Not quite sure what he meant by "this" - his practices were seldomly timed, always running later than both of you planned.

"No... why? You wanted to- do something?"

Receiving a chuckle at your response, and you stood up. You'd been sitting across from him on the floor, and suddenly all space was far too much, far too consuming - you needed him closer, needed your bodies to be nearer. His eyes lost you for a second, gaze wandering up nowhere in particular, smirk plastered on his face before he locked you in again, anew. Sin written beneath his look; you'd never seen him like that before, though you wanted more. Knew that maybe, this has been everything you wanted all along.

"I mean, find out."

Cocky, perly teeth showing behind sweaty lips, and he was as though a stranger to you. Never having behaved like this, never having shown this level of flirtatious confidence, of secureness within himself - though you weren't much different. A stranger to yourself as your feet carried you towards his body, as they stood in the space his spreaden legs provided, eyes moving him up and down, asking silently for approval. For what exactly you weren't all too sure, yet you asked, and Hyunjin allowed with a pat to his lap - eyes never losing yours, on your own as though spellbound.

And in a matter of minutes he was bare beneath you, your heat, your wetness engulfing him, pulling the life out of him, the last remaining ounce of energy he had within himself. Your legs already sore, your palms sweat-laced against his clothed shoulders - you were sure his shirt was damp by now, though if he noticed he didn't seem to mind, didn't comment on it. He was busy enjoying himself, instead - head thrown back, exposing glistening neck, sweat on skin like droplets of rain against fogged up glass, and you nearly drank it up, kept it in within you. You stayed watching it, ever drop of wet run down his body, his face tensed up, his thighs hardening beneath you, to grant support, to meet your hips, to chase his high.

And you weren't better off; panting, dishevelled, filthy. Your shirt not discarded though barely a shirt by the way it merely hung to your body, exposing breast, bitten and laced in marks, neck nothing but painting the same colours. Body moving against Hyunjin's in steady rhythm - to whatever music was playing inside the four walls of the room, a playlist Hyunjin had kept on after having finished dancing. You enjoyed the sound of skin on skin to the bass of the songs, enjoyed rolling your hips to slow pieces when exhaustion stroke you from within. Legs giving out slowly, growing tense, breath hitching in your throat.

Though you gained new-found energy when Hyunjin tensed up, entire body spasming and releasing within you - and you didn't halter your movements. Baffled look catching yours, drawn out whine following thrown back head moments after when the stimulation overwhelmed him - after all, the pair of you admitted to no plans that night; so unsure of the necessity to stop, if any time soon.

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Walk With Me

❝In love with the idea of loving you.❞ 

PAIRING : Lee Minho x female!reader.

WORD COUNT : 4k.

GENRE : Smut, Fluff (wow no angst for once.)

WARNINGS/CONTENT : Past angst, established relationship, feelings and emotions, they're in love (to no one's surprise), Minho with long hair, mentioned Soobin.

SMUT WARNINGS : First time together, hair pulling (not the rough kind; minho realises he enjoys his roots being tugged at oops-, this bit inspired by this post by @tasteracha), voyeurism, public sex (late at night, so one witnesses it), unprotected intercourse, sweet lovemaking, so much love and feelings *sob*

A/N : Writting fluff is nowhere near what I'm good at, so feedback is really appreciated. Enjoy, lovelies. ♡

"Everyone can see."

It's a little too late for that now. 

But it's not a complaint, not a protest, an objection. It's a simple statement, divulgence of facts, a declaration made by your brain that has long since lost the ability to conjure lucid postulations. 

"Let them. Let them see," quickening of thrusts, desperation rearing its head in the most sinful of ways.

"Let me show them how much I love you."

"Meet me outside?"

The laughter of your girlfriends drowns out behind you as you weave your way out of the single room you've all gathered in, despite having been allotted seperate ones.

"Outside?"

"Yeah, outside," you don't need to be next to him to know that he's anxiously bouncing off the balls of his feet, rocking back and forth with his bottom lip caught between bunny teeth you flick your tongue across everytime you kiss him, without fail.

You'd have to make it a point to let him know of your adoration for them the next time he decides to take your breath away with his hot mouth.

And make no mistake, that's what kissing him is like, like losing your breath, like gaining your breath all over again; like being locked in an airtight, evacuated room, like being put on the ventilator with nothing but pure oxygen being pumped straight to your lungs.

It's dizzying either way. Whether it's being deprived of the gush of wind through your airways, or being forced to choke up on all the withheld supply of air all at once, it hurts.

It hurts to be with him. But you'll choose to be hurt, to be on the receiving end of the pain, if it means he's the inflictor, the hand on the trigger.

"Right now?"

"Yeah, if that's okay," he's nervous, something you both are a lot around each other from time to time.

"Uh, okay. Okay, yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

"Okay, good. That's good," you hear shuffling, and imagine him moving from one foot to the other, "I'll be waiting outside the dorms."

"Outside the— what if someone sees you?"

"They know anyway."

Which is the truth. Inherently the private person, you'd asked Minho to keep your newly budding relationship a secret from your peers, a request he'd agreed to almost immediately. Ever the understanding and gentle soul, he'd not once asked to go public with you, even though Hyunjin told you how he sometimes drunkenly mumbles about wanting to hold your hand when Soobin gets a little too close, about wanting to get you coffee on 7 A.M. Tuesday lectures when he knows you haven't slept for more than two hours, about kissing you under the lights on prom night when all couples got their fancy on and indulged in each other after a tough semester.

He wants, yearns, craves.

But you'd been cruel enough to deny him that. Trust issues and fear of commitment aside, you'd been afraid to tell people, to introduce him as your boyfriend, because saying that aloud would make it all the more real, and you'd no longer be able to control the flutter to your heart every time he appeared in your peripheral vision, you'd no longer been able to hold back the intensity of your feelings that seeming only grow with each passing hour, minute, second you spend looking at him.

It had scared you. Understandably so.

Caught up in over your head, you hadn't stopped to consider what it all meant for him, what he might perceive this as. He had no way of knowing what you actually felt, not unless you told him.

It all happened a week ago, when your phone dinged with a notification from Hyunjin. Instead of telling you, he sent you a video this time, a video of Minho slumped back against the wall of the speakeasy you both frequent, eyes shut with his head resting on the concrete.

dumplin [2:57 A.M.]

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he's been like this for half hr

"I love this place," his intoxicated form had rasped in the video.

Hyunjin who was behind the camera had snorted, asking the reason for the sudden confession.

Minho had grinned, all toothy, bunny smile on display, "I come here all the time with my girlf—" only to stop dead in his tracks, eyes snapping open, neck suddenly ramrod straight with panic all over his drowsy features.

"Your girl..?" Hyunjin had prompted from behind the camera, barely stifling his chortle.

"Uh, my, my. Oh god, I don't know. I don't know what I was saying."

He always was a bad liar. Even in his hazy eyes, even through the shaky video, you could see the hurt, the pain behind his actions as he rubbed the heel of his palms against his eyes, chugged a bottle of water to sober himself up.

"It's okay, Minho. I know. We all know."

"Know what?" he had asked, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

"We know you're dating the dance society president."

His eyes had widened, a fresh surge of agitation creeping its way onto his otherwise relaxed face.

"No. No, that's not true. Who told you that?"

Hyunjin had chuckled and told him he was the one who introduced you guys, and the other six seated on the table were among the very few people who did know of your apparently secret relationship.

"I don't know what you're talking about. She and I are just frei—"

The video had cut off there and half an hour later, you found yourself asking the local security guard for directions to 'The Late Bite'.

The bejewelled smile he cast your way as you entered the dining space lasted only a fraction of a second, him going back to pretending you were mere acquaintances and your heart had all but given up.

Marching to him, you had gotten him up on his feet. Ignoring the confused, almost frightened look to his face, you had for once asked your brain to shut the fuck up, and finally given in.

You kissed him. You kissed him on the mouth, swallowing the gasp he let out, ignoring the gasps the people in the diner let out, cradling his face with care befitting a porcelain doll, for truly, he was. As fragile as fine china, as delicate as the first rays of sun hitting the horizon.

Not the tough guy he pretends to be, the hard exterior, the unbreakable shell. You know him to be none of those things.

The dazed smile, the look of blatant relief he'd given you before collapsing on you, mumbling a small breathy, "thank you," was all you needed to know that you'd made no mistake. This was how it was supposed to be, always.

And so it had began.

He held your hand when Soobin got a little too close, he got you coffee on 7 A.M. Tuesday lectures when you were running on two hours of sleep, he held your nape and kissed you under the nightlights, because prom had passed by then but it didn't matter to him, he had kissed you, kissed you, and kissed you some more, till your head got fuzzy from the lack of air supply, till it was physically impossible to stay connected for even another second.

And that's how you find yourself here, making your way out of the girls' dorm in the quiet of the night, it being well past midnight by now— not before checking your reflection in the common bathroom once, fluffing out your hair, splashing some cold water onto your face.

He's standing under a street lamp with his hands into the pockets of his fleece jacket, unmatching with the track set he wears underneath.

He's the single most picky person you know when it comes to styling outfits, deciding what goes well with what, which colour compliments the undertones of another one. Well, besides you of course. Your friends teased you both about how you were practically cut from the same cloth, the same material but different textures, so alike in all the places that mattered, so different in all the places that didn't so much.

So the beige jacket atop the cherry red track set stands out a little too much, and your heart thumps a little too fast at the possibility of his eagerness to see you outweighing his need to look presentable at all times.

You shuffle forward, heart picking up its erratic staccato, the same way it does every time he's within a mile's radius, threatening to jump out of the confines of your ribcage, trying to lunge for what was once so out of reach, for far too long.

He's reclined against the street lamp, eyes closed, head thrown back against the cool metal pole, allowing the ombre light to fall straight onto his fluffy mop of hair. It's unstyled, freshly washed. The caramel tone compliments the muted yellow light streaming down his face, painting him, drowning him.

Your heart aches from running a mile a minute.

Or from feeling so full. You aren't exactly sure.

"Hi," you squeak tentatively, not wanting to disturb him when he looks so peaceful. And beautiful. God, he looks beautiful.

His eyes flutter open. Your heart breaks open with them.

He forgoes pleasantries in favour of wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his chest, and you hold him back, hug him back, squeeze him like you never want to let go. Because really, you don't. Not now, not ever.

"Where's your jacket?" he mumbles into your shoulder, stroking his face back and forth against it, much like the stray cat that visits your dorm room at nights does.

"Mm?"

He chuckles, "It's cold out. Why didn't you put on a jacket?"

"Oh," you pull back, there's pink dusting your cheeks, and you really hope it passes as the consequence of the chilly night, "I guess I forgot."

He smiles wide, affectionate and all kinds of pretty, and the tear in the front of your heart deepens, curling a little to the back, threatening to split it into two.

It's not so impossible a situation, you suppose. Lee Minho is very much capable of shattering your heart into a million pieces with a single smile, then healing it back with a kiss to your temple, breaking it along new cracks, then moulding it back together with the same blowtorch he uses to melt sugar atop his Crème Brûlée, the blue flame made all the more hot with searing kisses, aimed at trapping you into this cycle where he plays with your heart, keeping it with him to do as he pleases.

And you'd let him. Let him have his way with you, to make you, unmake you, only to make you again.

You're his clay, and he's your artist.

You're brought back to the present as a sudden warmth engulfs you, and when you look over your shoulder to see the beige fleece jacket dropped around you, it warms you from the inside too.

"Hey, you'll catch the cold, you have an assessment tomorrow too—"

He shrugs, "I'll live."

"Minho, seriously I'm fine, here take it back—"

"It doesn't match my fit anyway," he entwines your fingers together and begins slowly walking, guiding you along.

It's then that it clicks. Glancing down, you take note that the jacket actually goes with your outfit, and you refuse to pick up on the reason for this coincidence, for certainly, it's not one. It's planned, thought out.

You'll ignore it all the same. For the well being of your poor heart that's working overtime, your senses that are on high alert, your hand, so so warm engulfed in his large one.

"Where are we going?" you ask instead.

"Just a night walk," he begins, and you've spent enough time with him by now to know that his voice sounds bashful, the little shy lilt to it endlessly endearing, "wanted to spend some time with you."

You clutch at your chest with the other hand, exhaling a deep sigh, and squeeze his hand, praying that it's appreciation enough, that it compensates for your inability to verbally acknowledge his thoughtfulness.

But if there's one thing that he's, without a doubt, mastered about you, is your tells.

He knows when you're too abashed to outright admit it out loud that you appreciate him.

He knows when you're too overwhelmed to downright confess you're having trouble staying focussed.

He knows when you're too exhausted to unequivocally divulge your reluctance to anything social.

He just knows. But you don't; you don't know what you did to deserve this, to deserve him.

You still don't think you do, truth be told.

When you snap out of your daze, you both are no longer on campus grounds, walking along a lone street you don't recognise, lit by flickering lights threatening to give out any moment, but in a moment of vulnerability that surprises even yourself, you find you're not scared. Because Minho is with you, and as long as that stands, as long as you're lucky enough for that to stand, you know you're safe.

"Where are we going?" you echo your previous question.

But this time, he grins with a mischievous glint to his eye, looks you over and his pupils dilate, as if merely looking at you is enough to kickstart his heart into overdrive, "You'll see."

And see you do. Twenty minutes later, here you stand, bare feet pressed into the wet sand by the shore, both arms wrapped around his bicep, head resting on the trusty shoulder, humming along to the sound the breeze makes as it whisks past you.

"Are you cold?" he whispers, despite there being no one except the two of you on the beach at this time of day, taking your hands in his and swiping his thumb over your knuckles, assessing the answer for himself, lest you lie to not worry him. "Mm. No, you're not," he hums to himself, guiding your head back where it rested against the crook of his neck, only this time wrapping his own arms around, engulfing you in an embrace that speaks of warmth, of comfort, of love.

But for some reason you aren't sure of yourself, you resist, not taking his lead in going back to your previous stance, instead just staring into his eyes with something you don't know, but it seems he does, for his facial expression turns from surprised to lovestruck in the matter of a second.

He leans in, granting your silent request. Really, you don't know how he does it, almost like you don't have to say anything at all, for he hears you loud and clear without you having to utter a single word.

If what people say about having a soul person is true, he is yours.

And as your lips slot together, the waves behind you crash the loudest they have today, as if the nature is rejoicing, the elements exuberating, witnessing the collision of two beautiful souls, their stitching together into a single bracelet in the form of two bright pearls.

He is the black one, burning passion and quiet peace.

You are the white one, inherent perfectionist and loud existence.

You compliment each other, matching almost every piece of clothing in the wardrobe, neutralising when the other gets too much, burning along when the other gets dim.

"I love you."

You don't know what love means, what it stands for, what it entails.

But you're in love with the idea of loving him.

"I love you," you echo into his mouth, forgoing the "too" at the end because it makes it sounds like a passive confession, a favour returned, when it's easily the truest statement you have had to utter in all the time you've spent thinking about him, him, him.

"I love you, I love you," and alas, once you say it, you can't seem to stop, you want him to know, you want the whole world to know. You want to write it on the stars for the universe to read, that you are his, and he yours.

"I love you so goddamn much."

It hurts, it hurts so much, more than it did an hour ago when you caught sight of him standing outside your dorms. Now that your heart is aware of the gravity of what it feels for him, it just hurts.

When he pulls back, it's to hold your chin in the care of his palm, making you look at him, his eyes glittering with the beginnings of perspiration.

"I love you," he says simply.

To any onlooker, it might have seemed tame, insane maybe, for you two haven't been saying anything except the same three words in the last ten minutes.

But you know, only you know that they aren't the same words.

The first time he said it was to test the waters, to see if you would run away.

The first time you said was to check for yourself, did you love him?

The second and third time you said it was to tell your heart that yes, yes you did, you loved him more than you did anyone before, and it's a wonder how it took him saying it first for you to realise that.

The final time you said it, it was to him, to let him know that you did.

The final time he said it was to say yes, he knows, he knows that you do, that he knows the first two confessions were for your heart more than they were for him, that he's proud you've let down your walls enough to let him in, that he's grateful you've chosen him.

You suddenly find yourself descended on the shore, your back pressed into the cool sand that tickles your nape, Minho hovering over you with a look that can only be described with three words.

I love you.

"Be mine?" he says with wet kisses trailing up your jaw, stopping after every one to take in a deep inhale.

It's silly maybe, to say that when you're already dating but you know what he means, for you feel the same.

"I already am," you say as your body cants upwards, up, up, up, towards him, towards safety.

His hands trail down your body to where the waistband of your sweats sits, tracing along the diameter it transcends, looping his arm to the back to lift you up a tad more.

"Can I?"

You don't know what he's asking for, your motor and sensory neurons having stopped working, still chanting the same words over and over, 'iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou'.

So you nod, letting him undo the knot that rests on your lower stomach, letting him expose you in a manner most intimate, letting him have you for him, surrendering to the onslaught of pleasure.

When he sinks down on you, stretching you open for the very first time, it's with a groan you wish you could record, paste onto your eardrum, for every time a sound reaches the tympanic membrane, it would vibrate, carrying with it the symphony of the voice you want to hear every second of everyday.

As the initial euphoria of letting him in wears off, with him buried to the hilt, you look up at him, his soft brown hair falling down like curtains on either side of his temple, spilling over his nape that's suddenly too narrow to contain all the strands. And it's then that you remember saying you loved it whenever he was too busy and pushed back going to the salon, his long locks a guilty pleasure, your indulgence.

You reach your hand forward, entwining it with his silken strands, just holding, feeling, "Did you grow them out for me?"

"Yes," he whispers without a beat, as though waiting for you to take note of it without him having to say it first.

This time, the tears do trickle down your eyes, staring up at what you only appreciated from a distance.

"I can't believe t-this—" you choke out the last word when he begins moving, ever so slightly pulling back, pushing forward with a little more force, a little more ardour, the veins in his neck all the more prominent with the strain it takes to hold himself back from going faster.

You tug at his roots, a sharp hiss emanating from somewhere deep in his throat, the roll to his eyes evidence enough of how there's now another reason for him to keep his locks long enough to pull at.

He presses his body closer to yours, coming down on his elbows, kissing down the trail of your hot tears on even hotter skin underneath. It's his way of saying he's listening, an unspoken encouragement for you to continue, but also that it's okay if you don't.

But today is the day you've decided to bare it all to him, to not coware back, to let him know what only you have for what seems like forever.

"I s-saw you on the day of the orientation," you barely get out, coherence slipping past your fingertips much like the fine sand particles you're currently making love atop.

He stills, looking into your eyes, searching for something, "The very first day of college?"

You nod, stretch your lips into what you hope is a smile for your tears are cascading down with a current, sweeping anything and everything that dares come in the way of your route to him.

"That was like, five months ago," he seems incredulous, unbelieving that you were, in fact, the first to notice him and not the other way around.

Entangling your other hand into his hair, fingers brushing the one already slotted in there, you chuckle, "Yeah, it was like, five months ago. I had my eye on you for quite a while, pretty boy."

He doesn't buy the distraction you only half hoped he would, tenting his eyebrows into an upside down V, "And?" he prompts, yet again knowing that there's more to what you're saying.

"It's silly," you mumble, turning away from his gaze that puts your well being at risk.

A gentle finger to your chin, a swift sway of your face to pin you under the same gaze.

"Tell me." Simple as that, with no way out.

Maybe you don't want one.

"I-I saw you on the first day, a-and… I just, god you were so pretty, I thought— I wanted you already, but I thought you were a little too pretty, you know? And, and that eveyone would want you too, and you'd have so many options, ones better than me, and I'd have to get in line, and then—"

A firm press of lips, locked together in love and lust, in lieu of reassurance that you know is still coming.

"It was you for me, always," he says when he pulls back, "there's no line, no one else, just you. And me. Just us, hm?"

"Mm," you hum, losing yourself in the rhythm of his hips that have begun moving once again, small whimpers escaping right into his ear that is pressed against your cheek. Whether it's deliberate or not, you don't know.

He grasps onto one of your ankles, winding it around behind him, the space thus created allowing him to push in all the deeper.

"Oh god, Minho—"

His pace picks up when you pull his hair enough to cause a faint sting on his scalp, in addition to being a direct result of the way his name keeps overflowing past your lips.

You gasp, fighting for air, clutching onto his shoulders, afraid he'd slip away if you let go, "Everyone can see."

It's a little too late for that now.

But it's not a complaint, not a protest, an objection. It's a simple statement, divulgence of facts, a declaration made by your brain that has long since lost the ability to conjure lucid postulations.

"Let them. Let them see," quickening of thrusts, desperation rearing its head in the most sinful of ways.

"Let me show them how much I love you."

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deny me (lovesong) — kim seungmin. ·˚ ༘♡

↝ pairing: kim seungmin x reader ↝ genre: humor, fluff, established relationship!au ↝ word count: 4k ↝ warnings: general menace behavior, you and seungmin are in love but pretend not to be, gross sickening fluff, jisung obviously doesn’t have the paboracha brain cell this week (don't mind that the banner isn't a gif my photoshop subscription expired.......)

↝ summary: the only thing you love more than your boyfriend seungmin’s smile is his obsession with fucking around with his friends. or, after one too many fights between his two best friends who can’t get along for the life of them, han jisung isn’t sure he can handle it anymore (who’s going to tell him that they don’t actually hate each other and are, in fact, dating?)

Thursdays have always been your favorite day of the week.

“Hi babe.”

To be fair, any day that you get to see Kim Seungmin is your favorite. But for the six months that the two of you have been dating, Thursdays have always been your day because it is when you get to see him the most, free of any distractions.

The two of you met through your mutual friends, and although you love them (well, you love them sometimes), they can be demanding. Early on in the friendship, back when you were all itty bitty freshmen with a thirst for the party life, Changbin claimed Fridays as your going out nights. Saturdays, then, were reserved for movie night at Hyunjin and Minho’s after a few too many Marvel marathons sophomore year. Sundays eventually ended up being taken by weekly brunch with Jeongin, and every other day of the week—well, those ended up occupied by one clingy, over-attached Han Jisung.

But Thursdays? Those Seungmin kept clear just for you.

“Ew,” you wrinkle your nose as your boyfriend leans down and plants a sloppy kiss on your forehead.

He raises a brow before flopping into the seat next to you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Say that again,” Seungmin mutters as he peppers more kisses on your face.

Somehow, he manages to make the words sound both threatening and endearing at the same time. His lips trail their way down your cheek, along your jaw, to the corner of your lips, until you can’t take it anymore.

“Okay, okay,” you relent with a laugh. “I missed you too.”

“That’s what I thought,” he says triumphantly. You tilt your head up, ready for the final kiss, but he pretends not to notice the way you pucker your lips.

“Now get away from me.”

Seungmin dramatically pushes you off, but the smirk playing across his face tells you that he is just joking.

“Okay, loser,” you sniff, taking a sip from your coffee.

“How was class today?” He asks, shrugging his bag onto the ground.

“S’alright,” you sigh, pushing a cup towards him. You had ordered his iced Americano when you had arrived a few minutes earlier. This was your favorite café, and it had become a tradition to meet here after classes—it was a bit far from campus, sure, but you never minded, and neither did Seungmin.

He takes a big sip from his drink, grinning happily. 

“Are you finally done with that project Professor Cho assigned?”

“Yes, thank god,” you roll your eyes.

“Good,” he laces his fingers with your hand on top of the table.

“Now you can focus all your attention on me again,” he bats his eyelashes. 

“Awww, was my Minnie jealous of my biology class?” You coo.

“Never,” he wrinkles his nose. “I don’t get jealous.”

“Riiiiiiight,” you nod. “So what do you call that time you ignored Jeongin for two weeks because, and I quote, he was ‘breathing too close’ to me?”

“I just didn’t want any of his stupidity to rub off,” Seungmin says sincerely. “You need every brain cell you can get.”

You scoff and try to break free from where his hand holds yours, but his fingers just tighten their grasp.

“Okay, well what about that time you blew up on Changbin because he fell asleep in my lap?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes narrow at the memory.

“That was, like, a week before we made it official,” he insists. “It wasn’t jealousy, it was anxiety.”

“And who’s fault is it that it took us so long to get together?” You tease.

“Jisung’s,” Seungmin says immediately.

“Okay,” you admit. “That’s like, half true.”

Before you and Seungmin started dating, before the two of you were even friends, there was Han Jisung.

You met him on the first day of college orientation. He latched onto you immediately, claiming that you were the only one who seemed nice enough to be friends with someone as annoying as him. You thought he was just trying to be funny, but after three days non-stop with hi, you learned the hard way he was being dead seriously. Unfortunately (or fortunately?), he was annoying in the exact same way as you, so the two of you got along splendidly.

Seungmin on the other hand had no choice in his relationship with Jisung. Neighbors by chance, childhood friends by force, the two of them were attached at the hip all throughout middle school and high school. In what your boyfriend describes as a cruel twist of fate, Jisung even ended up following Seungmin to university a few towns over. He jokes about how he’ll never be free of him, but you know Seungmin does actually care a lot about Jisung, even if he refuses to admit it.

Once it became apparent that you were a permanent fixture in his life, Jisung made it his duty to connect the bridge between his two best friends. Unfortunately for him, however, you and Seungmin don’t have the smoothest of starts.

The day that Jisung tries to introduce you is probably the worst day possible. You are irritated and sleep deprived, and Seungmin is a week out from the deadline for his biggest presentation of the semester. In short, the two of you are teetering on the edge of sanity and are a little more than a bit exasperated with Jisung himself.

After staying up all night studying for an exam, the last thing you want is to get wasted and stay out past 2am, and yet that is the most likely fate you face when Jisung drags you out to a party against your will.

You really don’t want to be here, but—well, you figure that since you have nothing else to do, you might as well take a chance to de-stress. The party is still in its first leg and hasn’t grown into the rager that it undoubtedly will be, so it is relatively easy to venture into the kitchen and grab a drink.

The first time you lay eyes on Kim Seungmin is when you make your way back to Jisung. The two of them are standing in the backyard, locked in a tepid conversation as you approach.

“Seriously, Jisung,” Seungmin says, running a hand through his hair. “This is why you dragged me out of the library?”

The first thing you notice is how hot he is. Tall, strong jawline, angular face, chocolate eyes. 

The second thing you notice, almost immediately after, is how unhappy he looks to be here. Even more unhappy than you.

“C’mon,” Jisung whines, tugging on Seungmin’s arm. “It’s just for a little bit, and I promise Y/N is cool! Is it a crime that I want my best friends to be friends?”

“It is when I have a ten page paper due tomorrow,” Seungmin mutters.

You don’t blame him for being pissy, but something about the way he says it, with such clear disdain in his voice, rubs you the wrong way.

“Nice to meet you too,” you say sarcastically as you come to a stop next to them.

“Y/N, there you are!” Jisung exclaims happily, latching on to your arm too.

You take a sip of your drink, pushing down the wince that threatens to spread across your face at the taste of pure battery acid jungle juice. And the entire time, you maintain eye contact with Seungmin, never breaking even as you swallow.

To his credit, Seungmin stares back with no hesitation. If you hadn’t been annoyed with him, you probably would have found his confidence insanely attractive. Instead, it annoys you even more. 

And while the two of you are locked in an intense staredown, Jisung stands in between you, one arm still linked with yours and the other with Seungmin’s.

“Y/N,” Jisung begins excitedly. “This is Seungmin. Seungmin, this is Y/N.”

“Right,” Seungmin says dryly. “No offense. I’m sure you’re great...”

The rest of the sentence is implied: “...but I have better things to do right now.”

“You too,” you can’t resist jabbing back.

“So nice to meet you,” Seungmin says briskly. It’s not rude, but it’s not not.

“Not sure if I can say the same,” you respond, a smile stretching across your face despite the acid in your tone.

“G-Guys...” Jisung interrupts nervously, but neither of you notice. 

“Right...” Seungmin says again, nodding slowly.

Despite your abrasive remark, he doesn’t show much reaction. His apathy is like an itch under your skin; in the end, that is what annoys you the most. 

(Now, you love how cool and collected Seungmin can be. But back then, when you first met him, you hated it.)

“Well,” Seungmin turns to Jisung, who has gone as pale as a sheet by now. 

“We met. I’m going to go now.”

“W-What—?” Jisung stutters. Before he can intervene, Seungmin nods once at you and turns, taking three long strides away from you.

By the time Jisung finally finds his words again, Seungmin has already disappeared.

The next time you meet Seungmin is at one of the first movie nights at Hyunjin and Minho’s. It has been a few weeks since Jisung’s failed attempt to introduce you, and you are already cozy on the couch next to Felix when Seungmin walks in.

Jisung is in the middle of telling a very animated story to Minho when he spots Seungmin and immediately freezes. The color leeches from his face so fast that you think he might pass out, but it is only when he looks quickly between you and Seungmin that you realize exactly why he looks so nervous.

“Min,” Felix says happily. “You made it!”

Seungmin nods, his eyes briefly passing over you before he spots the empty spot next to Chan and makes a beeline for it. 

After a little time and a lot of sleep (and maybe just a tad bit of reflection) you have come to the realization that maybe your reaction to Seungmin at the party wasn’t warranted. After all, he was entitled to be annoyed at Jisung and the situation in general, and it wasn’t you specifically that he was irritated about, so you have no reason to take it personally or hold a grudge.

Which is why you’re not annoyed at Seungmin’s presence. tonight. Instead, you can’t help but feel a little bit... awkward. Chagrined, maybe?

You might feel calm but Jisung is two seconds away from pissing his pants. In fact, he’s so desperate to clear up any misunderstandings that halfway through the movie he texts you for an emergency rendezvous in the kitchen.

“IpromiseIdidn’tknowhewasgoingtocometonight!” Jisung blurts out in one breath once you two are away from the rest of the guys.

“Okay...?” You raise a brow.

“So, like,” he blabbers, “don’t hate me! I love you both and I’m sorry for forcing you guys to meet—”

“—Jisung,” you interrupt. “It’s okay.”

“Really?” He asks uncertainly.

“Really,” you affirm.

“Okay,” he nods, and you feel the overwhelming urge to give him a paper bag to breathe into. Not because that is the proper treatment for hyperventilation—precisely because it isn’t, and maybe if he passes out then he’ll stop worrying.

When you walk back into the living room, Seungmin doesn’t even look up at you, but you have the strangest feeling that he knows exactly what you and Jisung were talking about.

Later that night, you loiter around the apartment a little bit longer than you usually would, just to avoid leaving at the same time as Seungmin. Your plan backfires, though, when Jisung has to leave early. You try to hang around a little bit longer, but then Minho and Hyunjin start to wonder why you are still there, and you have no choice but to leave. 

Which is how you end up trailing awkwardly after Seungmin on your walk back to your apartment. It takes him precisely two minutes to notice that you are behind him, and then three more before he comes to a halt.

“I’m not following you!” You insist immediately. “My place is just in this direction too.”

“Okay.”

“Okay...” you parrot back awkwardly.

“So,” Seungmin begins a moment later. “I just... I wanted to apologize.”

“What?”

“For that night at the party,” he clarifies. “I was kind of... no, I was very stressed. And rude. It wasn’t cool for me to treat you like that.”

You are so stunned you don’t know what to say.

“Jisung speaks very highly of you,” Seungmin continues. “And I swear, if it had been any other day, I wouldn’t have been such a dick. Not that it’s any excuse...”

“Well,” you begin, a warm blush spreading over your cheeks. “I don’t think that’s really your fault. I was kind of a bitch, too.”

His serious facade cracks and a small hint of a smile peeks through.

“Either way,” Seungmin says. “I did actually want to make a good impression, believe it or not, so... Do you think we could start over?”

You don’t even have to think before you respond, “I’ll gladly erase that version of Y/N you met for this one. I promise, I’m not always that rude.”

His face breaks into a bigger smile, and it almost takes your breath away.

“Well,” he says. “That makes two of us.”

That is the beginning of your friendship with Seungmin. After that first movie night, you start to see him more frequently on campus. Then, the new semester starts, and you find that the two of you share an intro to film class.

Almost naturally, the two of you start to hang out more and more, and you begrudgingly realize that maybe Jisung was on to something when he insisted that the two of you meet.

It is only when you’re too deep in and the feelings (romantic, of course) for Seungmin have really started to take root do the two of you realize—even though you rehabilitated your relationship, Jisung still thinks you hate each other. 

This realization hits on a Friday at a party that Changbin drags the entire group to. This time, thankfully, both you and Seungmin do want to be there, and the night is going well.

(At least, as well as it can when you are grappling with the complicated newfound feelings you have for a recent friend-slash-study buddy.)

Then, in the midst of a tequila the midst of a tequila-induced haze, Jeongin finds you and Seungmin on the dancefloor.

“Hey!” he shouts. “You guys are friends, right?”

Seungmin looks at you, then shrugs.

“Yeah!” You shout back. 

“Then why,” Jeongin asks, “is Jisung about to have a mental breakdown about you two?”

“What do you mean?”

He keeps whining to Changbin about how horrible it is that you two hate each other!”

“We don’t—” You begin.

The realization hits you and Seungmin at the same time, and it’s like you can see the lightbulb go off in his head. 

“Oh...” you mutter.

“Oh,” he agrees.

“You guys are weird!” Jeongin shouts, eyes flitting between the two of you as you stare at each other.

“Heyyyyyy!” Jisung shouts even louder, his voice anxious as he comes to a stop between you and Seungmin.

“How are you both doing?”

His nervousness is almost laughable, but when you look at Seungmin, there is a devious twinkle in his eyes.

By now, you know him pretty well. And that look? It tells you only one thing: that he’s about to do something to fuck around with Jisung.

“I’m fine,” Seungmin says primly. His tone is such a stark contrast to how he was speaking only moments ago—it is guarded and prickly, and you catch on immediately.

“Who knows,” you mutter a moment later, going along with Seungmin.

“So you guys—” Jisung begins wearily.

“He keeps following me,” you point out.

“She keeps following me,” Seungmin rebutts.

“R-Really?” Jisung asks nervously. 

“Whatever,” you roll your eyes. “I’m going to find Felix.”

Seungmin averts his gaze quickly, but not before you see the way he is biting back his laugh. And when you turn on your heel and head outside, a smile is plastered to your face as Jisung begins to badger him with questions.

The smile remains glued in place as the sound of Seungmin fibbing fades into the background.

That is the first time you pretend to still dislike each other in front of Jisung. The next time it happens is right before Hyunjin’s birthday when Felix ropes everyone into baking brownies for him. After that, it is when you and the guys go paintballing and you and Seungmin end up on opposite teams.

The fun of it is always how flustered Jisung gets. None of your other friends actually believe that you and Seungmin dislike each other—they know better than that. But Jisung, with his whole chest, thinks you and Seungmin hate each other. (Never mind the fact that you can’t look at him without hearts in your eyes...)

Once the charade started, you and Seungmin never clarified how long you were going to play along with it. Eventually, months have passed, and then when he finally works up the guts to ask you out officially, the face remains firmly in place.

Which is how you wind up here, six months later and happily dating, with your mutual best friend under the assumption that you guys actually hate each other.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Seungmin asks as he takes a sip from his iced Americano.

“How irritating you were when we first met,” you say wistfully, tapping your fingers affectionately on the back of his hand.

“Hmmm? I recall you being just as irritating,” Seungmin tells you. 

“Me?” You gasp. “I’m an angel. I could never.”

“More like a devil in disguise,” he rolls his eyes.

“If I’m a devil, what does that say about you?”

“What can I say? I love charity work,” he declares dramatically. “You’re my community service project.

“I’m telling your mom,” you attempt to pull your hand out of his, and this time you succeed.

A pout stretches across his face, and it only takes a few seconds for you to break and lace your fingers with his once again.

“You’re scared of my mom,” Seungmin challenges, a lazy smirk stretching across his face.

Butterflies swim through your stomach, but you shove them down at the obvious jab.

“I’m not scared of her!” You insist. “I’m scared of meeting her. There’s a difference.”

“Sure, babe,” he nods solemnly.

“I’m serious!”

“I’m sure you are,” he placates.

“Stop looking at me like that,” now it is your turn to pout.

“Like what?” He asks innocently. 

“Like you think I’m cute.”

“But I do think you’re cute,” Seungmin points out.

“Well,” you say, flustered. “Stop!”

“It’s your fault for looking like that,” he says. “I’m not making you do that. In fact, don’t you think it’s more unfair for me?”

“How?” You narrow your eyes.

“I should be the cute one in the relationship,” he says like its obvious. “It’s not fair that you’re more adorable than me.”

“Awww, Seung,” you light up.

“I think you’re very adorable, and—” you coo, but stop short when something outside the coffee shop window catches you by surprise.

“—And I hate you,” you finish shortly, shoving Seungmin’s hand out of yours and crossing your arm with a huff.

“What?” He mutters, confused. “Wait, what just happened? Did I do something wrong?”

You roll your eyes, scooting your chair away from him. A distinctive chime rings, indicating that the door has been opened and then closed.

“Babe—” He begins, but then he stops too.

“Bab-y,” Seungmin says derisively, arranging his face into a mask of cool disdain.

“I’m calling you a baby.”

“Nice save,” you mouth, and Seungmin sticks his tongue out at you.

“Y/N,” Jisung’s voice comes behind you. “Seungmin! What are you guys doing here... Together?”

He sounds equal parts shocked and horrified, and for a moment you feel bad for him.

Then you remember that time last month when he woke you up at the ass crack of dawn and dragged you on a hike up a mountain, only to abandon you halfway up because he got a call from the girl he’s been hooking up with to come over, and you suddenly don’t feel bad anymore.

“Our professor assigned a group project,” Seungmin fibs seamlessly. “Y/N and I got paired up.”

“No need to sound so annoyed,” you say sweetly, kicking him under the table. 

(It’s less of a kick and more of you playing footsies with him, but it has the desired effect when Jisung’s eyes flit nervously around and Seungmin’s finger twitches ever so slightly towards your hand.)

“Who said I’m annoyed about it?” Seungmin asks, a serene smile stretching across his face.

“You did,” you tell him. “Many times, actually.”

“I’m more than annoyed. Exasperated, maybe, or incensed.

“Anyways,” you roll your eyes, barely able to keep your laughter at bay.

The funniest part about this conversation is that Seungmin isn’t completely lying.

Although the two of you aren’t currently working on anything, you were paired up a few weeks ago. Throughout the project, he couldn’t stop complaining about how annoying it was to be paired up with you—he claimed you were a pretty distraction, and that he couldn’t be expected to get any work done around you when he could kiss you instead.

“What are you doing here, Jisung?”

“I was just passing by!” He says shrilly, a little bit too fast.

Your raise an eyebrow. Recently, any time Jisung finds you and Seungmin in a (fake) argument, he can’t seem to escape fast enough. Individually, he has no problem being around you two. But it’s like he’s afraid to be standing in the blast zone when it comes to you and Seungmin together—which, in your opinion, is hilarious. 

The farce, then, is both amusing and beneficial, which is probably why you and Seungmin have dragged it out for so long. Because god knows, if Jisung knew that you and Seungmin actually liked each other, he would never give you any alone time.

His two best friends being friends is his dream. His two best friends dating? Frankly, you’re scared to see how he would act...

“Passing by?” Seungmin asks. “This far away from campus?”

“Yup!” Jisung exclaims cheerily. “And would you look at that? It’s already 4pm. I’ve got to go! I’ll see you later, bye!”

He is already inching towards the door before he begins speaking. By the time he has squeezed all the words out, his hands are on the door. 

You barely have the chance to say a quick “bye!” before he swings the door open and rushes out.

You and Seungmin watch through the window as Jisung speed walks away from the coffee shop, his fingers gripping his bag tightly.

And then, when he is out of sight, you both burst into laughter.

“Sorry babe,” you pout, reaching for Seungmin’s hand once the coast is clear. “I don’t actually hate you.”

“Well, unfortunately,” he clicks his tongue. “I was actually calling you a baby.”

Your pout deepens.

“But you’re my baby,” Seungmin amends, giving you a little kiss on the cheek. You sigh happily, scooting close so you can link your arm through his.

“D’you think we should tell him sometime soon?” You ask. 

A moment of silence passes.

“Nah,” Seungmin says finally. 

“Really?” 

“He was a menace to me throughout high school,” he says. “This is my revenge.

“Okay...” You say uncertainly.

“And, if you think about it,” Seungmin goes on. “It’s his fault that he still hasn’t noticed after all this time. All the other guys know. Even Hyunjin knows.”

“You know, that is a good point.”

“Thanks babe,” he kisses your cheek again, a smirk on his face. “I know it is.”

“Oh, hush,” you mutter, not entirely happy with how smug he looks.

But then, he leans in and finally kisses you on the lips, and you forget why you were annoyed with him in the first place. 

[pureblisswrites]

A guide to accidental murder and cover up 101

"Because then I'll have to kill you." He whispered in that scary, serious voice of his. You knew by now that he was probably just joking again.

"Can you not joke about killing me all the time?" You rolled your eyes.

"Who said I was joking?"

Pairing: Uni Student! Reader x Hwang Hyunjin

Word count: 4k

Genre: Crime, mafia au, eventual romance, Rom-com (I hope)

Warnings: Attempted sexual assault although nothing graphic, unintentional murder, general blood and gore descriptions, minor character death, criminal activities

Summary: You didn't think you'll become a murderer on a particularly slow night at the convenience store while trying to complete your uni essay that was due tomorrow. And you definitely didn't think an angel of a man would help you clean up the crime scene out of nowhere. Did people this kind really still exist in the world? Spoiler alert: Of course not. Because the reason he's helping you goes far deeper than the kindness of his heart.

This story takes place in the same universe as "A guide to being kidnapped and escaping 101" but with a different reader. I suggest you can read that too if these kind of stories are your type. But both can be read as standalones too.

You were in deep.

Like a million feet deep in a dark, cold ocean. That's why you felt like you couldn't breathe at all. That's why water was leaking from your eyes like a never ending waterfall. That's why you couldn't see anything past the salty tears and everything was blurry, you didn't know if it was your eyes or the world. You hoped for the latter but felt it would be the former, and it was.

It was an accident. A mistake. You didn't mean to do it. No, you wouldn't have ever done something like this even in your dreams much less in real life. You had just murdered someone.

It had all happened so quickly, you didn't have time to process anything. One minute you were trying to type your essay on playwriting and dramaturgy that was due tomorrow on your phone on a particularly slow night in the convenience store, the next you were getting the man jelly beans from the third aisle that apparently his daughter loved and the next minute he was pushing you into the wall, trying to take your clothes off. You panicked. As one does...you think? No one ever taught how to deal with a situation like this in school. You wanted to mock Mrs Lee now who had told you maths would help you in every situation, sure it will. You just flailed your hands, took the can opener from the desk and stabbed it into his neck.

It was a sight you never wanted to see again. Blood spurting from his throat, him choking on his own blood and trying to say something you couldn't make out even if you tried. He struggled for two minutes you think, for you it felt like two decades. You had never seen this much blood. Ever. And finally, he fell back on the floor knocking the milk cartons. Great now you'll have to arrange those again. What the fuck? Were you thinking about milk cartons right now? Really? Yeah you were.

You knew it'll take you some time for you to process this, start crying properly and think rationally. Till then you had to clean this puddle of blood. The metallic smell was slowly starting to take over you senses. You felt so dizzy. Taking a bottle of bleach and scrubs from the fifth aisle you started scrubbing the blood before it dries, or atleast tried to.

You totally did not forgot to turn the open sign on the door to closed and someone totally wasn't standing in front of you looking at you trying to clean a murder scene, your mind tried to convince you.

You looked up to see probably the most beautiful man to walk on this earth. His eyes were a bit wide but definitely not wide enough for someone who was looking at a crime scene for the first time. Shit he was a police officer or detective, wasn't he?

"Uh, hi... Can I help you?" You mentally facepalmed for asking this question in such a situation.

"Looks like you need more help than me right now." He stated simply. He walked towards you and plucked out a chocolate bar from the stand beside you. "That bleach you're using won't remove the stains completely. Do you have any oxygen producing detergents here?" He asked while unwrapping the chocolate.

He seemed causal about this. Too causal. Like he just walked in his friend's get together party instead of a place where there was a crime scene. You know you should be alarmed as to why he isn't alarmed or maybe why does he have this knowledge but you think you're not in the position to be asking questions right now. Maybe he's a medical student or something? That's plausible.

When you just looked at him without saying anything, he understood that you didn't understand anything he said. "Do you have any detergents like vanish or something around here?" He asked in simpler language, now taking a bite from the chocolate. You nodded standing up to get it.

He was looking around like he was searching for something so you asked "Do you need anything?"

"Nah. Just looking for security cameras." He answered while going to the door and turning the sign to "closed" and closing the blinds.

"We don't have those here." You said.

"Is that so?" He asked squinting at the mirror behind the cashier's desk, your desk. He touched his finger on the mirror and looked behind it. You didn't know what he was doing so you turned to scrubbing the stains again. By now the bleeding from the man's neck had almost stopped and the puddle had gotten bigger.

"Gotcha." He whistled. Just as you were about to ask what did he get, he took the paperweight from the desk and smashed it in the mirror.

"Are you fucking insane!?" You exclaimed. Did he just break Mr Choi's favourite mirror? Yes he did. Did he just double the mess you'll have to clean up now? Yes he fucking did.

"Might be." He took out a little circular chip with a beeping red light on it. The red light died slowly as he crushed it under the weight of his long fingers "Who's the owner of this store? Jaehyun Choi right?" He asked.

"Jaewon Choi." You corrected.

"Yeah, yeah. Same thing. That man is a bastard. How did you even believe he didn't put a camera here" He chuckled without any humor. What was his deal? "Anyways, who are you?"

"Why? Are you gonna go to the police?" You sincerely asked. You were worried but honestly you wouldn't mind if you got arrested. You knew you had done something very terrible and you were tired of scrubbing. You were really sleep deprived and you had to finish your theatre assignment that was due tomorrow. Prison didn't seem like a particularly bad option right now.

He chuckled again "Honey, if I wanted to go to the police I would've done that by now don't you think?"

"I guess so." You shrugged. Thinking that things were already bad and couldn't get any worse than this, you decided to answer his question. "I'm a student in the uni nearby. I've been working here for about 3 months part time to uh... pay rent."

He hummed. "What major are you?"

"Theatre."

"Funny. I've got a friend there too." He shrugged opening the locked drawers with a freaking paperclip of all things...wait what was he opening the drawers Mr Choi has specifically told you to not touch? He was. And then he took out some papers out, folded them and put them in his winter coat's pocket. You had given up on trying to make sense of whatever he was doing or whatever was happening.

"Are...are you a medical student or something?" He laughed at that. Like actually laughed out loud.

"Do I look like a medical student?" He genuinely asked.

"I don't know, I mean that's why you know so much about...detergents right?" You look at him expectantly to confirm your theory but when he doesn't say anything and just looks at you like you've got devil horns on your head which who knows maybe you did it's not like you just killed someone right? You know you're a bit too far off from the reality. "You aren't a student then, are you?" You ask again searching for any answer as to who was this kind man that stumbled upon you and was now pretty much helping you clean up a fucking murder scene.

"Nope." He answers biting his lower lip like he's trying to hide his smile. Now that you look, his lips are really pretty. Just an observation.

"So wait...wait are you like a serial killer that actually knows how to cover up crime scenes and you aren't phased by this body and blood here-" you gesture to the puddle of blood there "because you're used to it and now you're going to kill me, oh my god, are you going to kill me? Can you just do it already because if I clean all this up and then you kill me it wouldn't be of any use. Like first of all, there would be blood all over here again. Secondly, my efforts would be rendered useless like why am I even cleaning this up if I'm just gonna die and thirdly, how awful and kinda ironic it would be that I covered up a murder only to get murdered myself after that." You gasp for breath after the long rant you'd just finished.

"Actually no, there wouldn't be blood all over here again. Who says you need to make a mess of blood to kill someone?" You looked at him in horror and he laughed again. "I'm kidding. Don't you think I would've already murdered you by now if I wanted to?" He grinned looking you in the eyes.

"I guess so. So you aren't...a murderer right?" You questioned again just to confirm.

"Not exactly." He smirked.

"So then...who are you?"

"Is it really that important to know? C'mon let's help you get rid of this body now." He stated as casually as if he was telling a weather forecast. You stand there in shock. Not being able to comprehend how this saint of a man had stumbled in your life at the best possible moment. "Hey don't just stand there. I'm strong sure but not enough to carry this man all by myself. Give me a hand will you?" He gestured for you to help him carry the man. Oh right.

"Where do we have to carry him though?" You question stumbling on your feet while holding the disgusting and now dead man's hands while the stranger held him by the ankles and walked backwards until he reached the door and pushed it open with his back.

"Oh just till that car." He gestured with his eyes to a freaking Tesla of all things.

"Um who's car is that?" You ask dumbfounded.

"Well you already have a crime on your record, wouldn't wanna add grand theft auto too. So it's mine for the night. Don't worry your pretty head too much about it, yeah?"

"Yours for the night? So like it isn't actually yours? What do you mean?" You ask stupidly. Like sure maybe interrogating such an angel like him who was essentially saving you from a life in prison wasn't a good move but you did not feel like yourself since the moment the can opener entered that man's throat.

"Jeez you ask a lot of questions don't you? It's a friend's." He sounded annoyed but still had a slight smile on his face. He opened the back seat door and you threw the man in there, quite literally at that. He then opened the door of the front seat and looked at you expectantly. "You coming or what?"

Well now it's not that you didn't learn about stranger danger in school like the rest of the human population. Problem is you had just killed someone, something not a lot of human population does. So it's not like you had a choice either. Because telling this fine gentleman to get rid of the body you murdered by himself wouldn't be very nice now would it? So you decided to go, also he had already said he would've murdered you by now if he wanted to. You also thought that he would've done the thing that the man tried to do with you by now if he wanted to and wouldn't be helping you. Although you still didn't understand why he was even helping you in the first place.

"Wait let me just lock the store." You ran to the store to get the keys not noticing him following you. Just as you took the keys from the cashier's desk and turned you saw him taking a bunch of snacks and food items from the shelves. He looked at you with both arms full and raised an eyebrow as to ask 'what'? "So, um are you gonna pay for this?" You ask. As much as you were in debt of this man, you couldn't afford to add two crimes in a night to your record. A murder charge was enough you didn't need an extra accomplice in robbery charge too.

"Seriously?" He rolled his eyes.

"I mean, you do know this a crime right?" Okay so maybe you were being stupid at the moment but can someone blame you? They try murdering a creepy man and see what happens to their critical thinking skills.

"Woah really? I never would've guessed!" He gasped dramatically. "Thank you so much for telling me, kind lady. How may I repay you?" He marveled with wide eyes while doing a dramatic bow making all the snacks he was carrying scrunch as they came in contact with his chest. His dark, slightly long hair fell into his eyes while he got back up and grinned at his own joke.

"Ok. That's enough. I'll just pay for you. I don't wanna account to Mr Choi for the missing snacks. Just let me get the total." You asked him while fishing for your purse in your pockets.

"You're a real funny one, you know that?" He laughed as though you had made a joke that you yourself were unaware about. "C'mon you don't need to pay. I'll explain in the car. It's going to be a long journey." He stated drawing out the o of long an obnoxious amount.

Thinking that you couldn't argue with this odd man you followed him out and locked the store.

"Open this up for me, will you?" He gestured towards the trunk which was strangely in the front of the car. You opened it up and he emptied his hands. "You know, this is called a frunk. Front and trunk get it? Isn't that neat?" He mentioned.

"Uh, yeah, Sure is." You awkwardly agreed and went to the front seat.

"Uh-uh sweetheart, stop right there" he exhorted. "Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I don't even open the door for you?" He walked towards you and opened the door.

"Uh thanks I guess?" You sat down almost hitting your head against the roof.

"You're welcome sweetheart." He winked and got in the driver's seat all the while whistling to himself. Was all this not even a bit weird to him? How did he even know what to do with a dead body of all things? All kinds of different questions were swarming in your head when he finally spoke after half an hour of driving or so. "Stop overthinking that much. You're gonna give yourself a headache." He said while chuckling.

"Are you speaking from experience?" You asked quietly still looking out of the window at the tall buildings which were now looking like little amber fireflies from this high up. You guessed you were near a mountain or something. You weren't sure though, neither did you care at this point.

"Maybe." He answered swerving the car effortlessly at the narrow route.

"So uh care to explain why you are trying to get me fired?" You finally questioned.

"I am trying to get you fired? Excuse me?" He said as if he was seriously offended.

"I mean you did steal a bunch of things and didn't even let me pay didn't you?"

"Oh honey, let me tell you something. You were fired the moment you killed that man." He whispered as if he was telling you a secret.

"Wha- what do you mean? You destroyed the camera right? I can just make up something about thieves breaking in and doing all that. There's no evidence so why would I get fired?" You questioned while panicking a bit. This job was one of the limited jobs that aligned with your uni schedule and you didn't had to work super hard for. All the other jobs in late night cafes and other stores were already taken up by other students. You don't think you'll be able to get another job as convenient after this one.

"You're so naive you know that? Your little owner has live footage of every single place he owns. I just destroyed the recorded one. Chances are he already knows about what you've done by now and is probably sending his men over. Especially after seeing me there. He must be losing his marbles after that." He snickered as if he made the funniest joke a homosapien could think of.

"I don't understand you for the most part but mainly you're saying the I'm fired right? And Mr Choi knows I'm a fucking murderer?"

"Essentially yeah." He agreed before continuing "But you're not really a murderer, right?"

"Um not right. I quite literally killed someone." You sniffled. Still determined to not cry until that body is no more. Even though you didn't think you even deserved to cry.

"So what? You just killed someone. That doesn't make you a murderer. A killer is someone who kills, whether by intent or not. A murderer is someone who kills with a motive in mind. You didn't mean to kill that guy, it just happened. Even though he definitely deserved it. If you knew even half the things that asshole has done, you wouldn't even care that you killed him."

"I doubt that." You rolled your eyes at him. How could he even think you wouldn't care after taking the life of someone? Sure he wasn't a good person. But now what about his daughter? What if she was still waiting for the jelly beans he was meant to get her? "I'm sure his daughter would care that I killed him." You whispered in a small voice, not trusting your voice right now.

"What daughter?" He asked as if he was genuinely confused. "He doesn't have a daughter. If he said that to you, he was lying."

Well now that was shocking. "Are- are you sure?"

"Do you seriously still doubt me?" He rolled his eyes with more force than necessary.

"Well then what about a wife? Or a significant other or something you know?" You just wanted to know that no one would be affected as much by his death. Maybe it was selfish for you to do so.

"I mean he does have a wife. But she runs an illegal organ trafficking business. So I wouldn't feel too bad for her if I were you."

Alright so this was more shocking. You were too stunned to speak. Who even were these people? And wait how did he know about all these? He wasn't involved in any organ trafficking businesses right? There was only one way to find out. "So not to offend you or anything but are you too, perhaps, I don't know... involved in such things?" Your question was full of hesitation and he probably knew that too from your tone.

"Yes. And I'm looking for the perfect moment to strike and take your eyes out with a can opener." He didn't crack a smile at that and looked dead serious, not even blinking and just looking straight at the dark road ahead. He looked so scary, for the first time that night.

"You should've just done that before I cleaned all that blood then." You said solemnly. Was this going to be the way you die? With your eyes scooped out with a can opener? On a pitch black, uninhabited mountain? You were on the verge of crying when he laughed again.

"You didn't think that I was actually being serious right?" His eyes crinkled into twin crescent moons, the same as the one you could see up in the inky sky from the side mirror of his car.

"Yeah I did actually." You whispered to yourself as he continued to laugh. "So you don't do that organ stuff right?" You asked again, just to be sure.

"God no! That's too grotesque even for us. We're more into strategic businesses if you know what I mean."

"I don't know what you mean." You replied. Who were 'us'? What even was a 'strategic business'? Did he work in finance or something? Probably not.

"It's okay. I'd rather not tell you."

"Why?" The question slipped your mouth before you had the chance to stop it.

"Because then I'll have to kill you." He whispered in that scary, serious voice of his. You knew by now that he was probably just joking again.

"Can you not joke about killing me all the time?" You rolled your eyes.

"Who said I was joking?" He looked at you instead of the road just as you felt the whole car vibrate staggeringly.

"What the fuck was that!?" You panicked.

"Uh just a big rock or something." He shrugged.

"Well then maybe can you pay attention to the road instead of staring at me creepily at random times!?" You shouted.

"Jeez calm down. I already knew we couldn't avoid the rock. It was too huge. So I just let it be. And it's called gazing alright, not 'creepily staring'."

He explained calmly while wrapping the hand at the back of your seat and driving with only one freaking hand. And he looked so relaxed too for some reason.

Oh okay so he was parking the car in between two huge trees. "We're here. Come on." You followed him out of the car and you could see a bright place up ahead. You could also hear the sound of fire crackling.

"Gosh I really don't wanna go near that asshole's feet again. They stink so bad." He gagged dramatically. His personality honestly gave you whiplash. You both reluctantly carried the man into the warehouse-like building which burned brighter than your future.

"Come on just leave him here." He threw the man on the cobblestone ground and started walking back to the car leaving you utterly confused. "You coming or what?" He looked back at you as he noticed you not following him.

"A- aren't we supposed to do anything?" You questioned while glancing between the body and him.

He sighed deeply and walked back to you. "Do you want to see that man's body burn in above a 1000 degree celsius?" He questioned you while grabbing both of your shoulders. You shook your head in a silent 'no'. "That's what I thought." He smiled at you again and walked you back towards the car with a hand wrapped around your shoulders.

"Won't the police know anything?" You questioned ten minutes into the drive.

"Not a chance sweetheart." He winked at you shifting his gaze from the road towards you for the umpteenth time that night while you looked out of the window at the dark trees with a blank stare.

"Won't Mr Choi report me to the police if he knows I killed someone?"

"Unless he's an absolute idiot, no he won't. Besides he doesn't even have any evidence against you. But trust me, he won't even go to the police in the first place. Just don't go around that store now for a few days, alright?"

"Are you sure his body will be gone?"

"Absolutely. Now that we're down the mountain, there are absolutely no traces of the crime you accidentally committed tonight." So that man really was gone huh? Because of you?

"Thank you." Your voice barely coming out.

"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you." He chuckled. What?

"Uh what?" Your throat hurt from how hoarse your voice was.

"I mean, you did kill my target for me so thanks I guess. Although I would've gotten the job done far more cleanly. Obviously. We wouldn't even need to go all the way up there. Just one touch and he would've gotten a heart attack then and there. But it's fine I don't blame you, it was your first kill after all!" He exclaimed as if that was a good news. "So now... my place or yours?"

The news didn't even phase you anymore. You looked at the neon digital clock in the car as it showed 4:27 a.m. in block letters. You definitely wouldn't be able to make it to uni today. You hadn't even completed your essay on playwriting and dramaturgy that was due today. And finally you burst into tears for the second time that night.

"My place it is then." 

A/N: If you've made it this far, thanks a lot for reading. Any kind of feedback and comments are much much appreciated!

[rachalixie]

anny’s masterlist

❥ denotes a personal favorite

「☆ bang chan ☆」

↳ what’s yours is mine (gn!reader, fluff, 0.7k) ★

a self indulgent chan fluff where you can’t stop taking his things

↳ knight in a shining business suit (gn!reader, fluff, 1.7k)

getting hit on by a creep is never a pleasant experience. the aftermath, though, may be.

↳ red (gn!reader, angst with a happy ending)

songfic for taylor swift’s red

↳ can't get you off my mind (fem!reader, fluff, 4k)

you meet chan at a bar and he promises to marry you someday

「☆ lee minho ☆」

↳ can’t get you off my mind (gn!reader, first meeting, 0.7k) ❥

classic you-meet-minho-at-a-party-and-he-takes-your-breath-away trope

↳ happy mistake (gn!reader, coworkers to lovers 1.1k)

who would have thought that sending the wrong text would lead here?

↳ the best man (she/her!reader, friends to lovers, 1.4k) ★

your best friend's getting married, and you're the maid of honor. minho is the best man. you're just trying your best to not let him get under your skin. pt II

「☆ seo changbin ☆」

↳ please don’t go (gn!reader, angst, 1.1k)

you’re shocked when changbin suddenly decided to cut things off with you (or alternatively, you’re both dumb and bad at communication)

「☆ hwang hyunjin ☆」

↳ slipped my mind (gn!reader, fluff, 1k) ❥ ★

you and hyunjin are happily together. too bad you forgot to tell anyone that.

↳ mind your business (gn!reader, fluff, 1.2k) (sequel to slipped my mind) ★

the aftermath of the crew finding out about yours and hyunjin’s unintentional secret relationship, complete with domestic fluff at the end.

↳ 3 times you're awkward with hyunjin (and 1 time you're not) (gn!reader, fluff, 1.3k)

my love, mine all mine (fem!reader, fluff, 2.3k)

hyunjin sets up the perfect valentine’s day for you

「☆ han jisung ☆」

↳ bandaids don’t fix bulletholes (gn!reader, angst/fluff, 0.7k)

sometimes your possessiveness over jisung rears it’s head at the worst moments

「☆ lee felix ☆」

↳ forgive me for what i haven’t done (she/her!reader, fluff, h/c, 17.5k)

you arrive at your enemy's kingdom under the guise of making peace. the prince being nice to you wasn't part of the plan.

「☆ kim seungmin ☆」

↳ a dose of you (is all i need) (gn!reader, fluff, 0.7k) (sequel to cat and mouse) ❥

you’re cramming for your final and what’s a better distraction than kim seungmin?

↳ cat and mouse (for a month or two or three) (gn!reader, enemies to lovers, 2.2k) (prequel to a dose of you) ❥

enemies to lovers with kim seungmin but make it ~university flavored~

↳ what i’m looking for (she/her!reader, strangers to lovers, 3.4k)

you, quite literally, run into kim seungmin on your escape from an arranged marriage

「☆ yang jeongin ☆」

↳ a smile worth a thousand words (gn!reader, fluff, 0.9k)

you can tell the story of falling in love with jeongin through his smiles

↳ 24 to 25 (to 26) (gn!reader, fluff, 3k)

you can’t pinpoint the moment when you started seeing jeongin as more than the annoying kid next door turned best friend, but you don’t know what to do with yourself now that you do.

「☆ 3racha ☆」

↳ high (all the time) (gn!reader, fluff, 0.6k)

jisung always says they do their best work when high. you just didn’t believe them. (est. chan x reader)

↳ 3racha reactions | post panic attack (est. 3racha x gn!reader, hurt/comfort)

↳ 3racha as rockstars (3racha x gn!reader, fluff, <2k)

「☆ ot8 ☆」

↳ post concert stray kids series (est. skz x gn!reader, fluff) ★

↳ skz reactions | post argument (est. skz x gn!reader, fluff/angst) ★

↳ skz reactions | to you crying (est. skz x gn!reader, fluff) ★

↳ skz reactions | when you’re sad (est. skz x gn!reader, hurt/comfort) ★

↳ skz reactions | autumn dates (est. skz x gn!reader, fluff)

↳ christmas carols advent (est. skz x gn!reader)

↳ kisses with stray kids

chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

↳ stray kids love languages

chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

↳ eight days of christmas carols

soft hours masterlist

my fills

[bbyquokka]

birthday boy

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem reader

genre: smut – MDNI

synopsis: during an intimate moment, hyunjin suggests you both create something with the help of his phone

warnings: established relationship, smut, clit play, fingering, oral (f rec), taking pictures and videos during sex (consensual), unprotected sex (piv), hyunjin has big dick energy, bulge kink, degrading names (brat, toy, cum slut), cockwarming, creampie, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, squirting, dumbification, aftercare

words: 4k ~ (4039)

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

the ear piercing sound of your alarm rings. you groan softly, eyes struggling to open as you tap around your bedside table for your phone. you let out another groan, turning your alarm off before snuggling back under the sheets.

“yn.” a heavy, deep and hoarse voice from behind. you hum as a response, feeling his arms wrap around your midriff. he pulls you close to his chest, the curve of your ass bumping against his erection.

“hyunjin..?” you whisper, wiggling your ass purposely. a soft groan hits the back of your neck, his plump lips lazily kissing your neck.

“'m sorry.” he mumbles. you shake your head no, biting your lip gently before reaching down and placing your hand on top of his.

“it's ok. tell me what you want. it is your birthday after all.”

“you.” he mumbles, lazily sucking on your neck. he's not fully awake, you can tell by how slurred and slow his words and actions are

“you have me, jinnie.” 

“mhm.” hyunjin gently pries open your legs, keeping one up in the air, bent at the knee. you swallow, feeling his hand travel down your chest and stomach before his fingertips gently bump the waistband of your panties.

your breath hitches in your stomach, hyunjin snaking his arm under your pillow as you feel his fingers slowly dip between the waistband of your panties. 

his nimble fingers come into contact with your clit. you let out a small whimper, nuzzling into your pillow as he rubs slow circles on the bud. his plump lips kisses your neck, sucking on the skin whilst occasionally dragging his sharp canines, threatening to bite you.

“h-hyunjin..” you mumble, eyes closing slowly. you allow yourself to bask in the pleasure, the feeling building and building in the pit of your stomach, making you feel alive and on fire.

“so pretty.” he mumbles, his fingers briefly leaving your clit to dip between your folds. he uses his middle and index finger to rub between them, a hum of contentment rippling in the back of his throat from the feeling of your slick coating his digits.

“wet.” he slurs, breath hitting your neck. “i love how wet you become for me, how responsive your body is ”

“s-shh. it's embarrassing when you say it out loud, jinnie.” you mumble as you feel your cheek heat up.

“i just like to voice my opinions, baby. plus, i know how much you love hearing me.” he pushes himself up slightly, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. he gently blows, causing shivers to run down your spine as you feel his fingertips circle around your entrance.

“i want you, yn.” his voice is deep and harsh.

“you have me, jinnie.” your voice a mere squeak.

“no.” he mumbles, pressing his chest firmly against your back. his body is hot, heat radiating onto you. you're suffocating, but you enjoy it so much “i need you” he reiterates as he pushes his two fingers deep inside you.

he's welcomed by your warmth. your gummy walls squeezing around his digits as he slowly thrusts them in and out. you let out a shaky moan, your leg starting to ache from being in the air for too long.

“do you understand now, baby? do you understand what i want?” you nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut. “words baby. talk to me.” 

“y-yes jinnie.” 

“that's my girl.” he curls his fingers up against your walls, the pad of his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your puffy clit as his fingers caress your walls. his fingers become soaked with a new layer of slick with each pull back, the sounds of your sloppy cunt making hyunjin's cock twitch uncontrollably in his grey boxer shorts.

“gosh, you sound so fucking beautiful.” hyunjin takes note of your hands that have automatically slid under your night shirt, your fingers tugging and rolling your sensitive nipple.

“j-jinnie.. need, need you so bad.” you whimper. your breath is laboured, pleasure rushing to the tips of your fingers and toes. your body feels like it's on fire and with each thrust of hyunjin's fingers, you feel closer and closer to the edge.

“more.. i want more.”

“oh baby. it's my birthday and yet you're demanding. typical.”

“sorry, i didn't mea–”

“it's ok. i love spoiling my little brat.” hyunjin pulls his fingers out, much to your dismissal. he hushes your whines by pressing his plump lips against yours. they mold together, moving slowly and in time with each other. hyunjin gently rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs.

he pushes your panties down your legs, his fingers rubbing your clit again. you whimper in the kiss, hyunjin taking advantage of your parted lips to push his tongue inside your mouth.

it's hot. his tongue skillfully caressing, tasting each nook and cranny of your mouth. his fingers delicately dancing around your sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure to ripple up and down your spine. you grip onto hyunjin gently, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck.

he sucks on the skin, leaving a trail of purple splotches. he hastily takes your night shirt off, lips attacking your breasts. teeth scraping along the skin, purple bruising and teeth marks forming in his wake. he licks, sucks and tugs at your nipples, giving each one the right amount of attention.

his lips trail down the valley of your breasts to your stomach. you watch with eager eyes, his own holding so much hunger for you. he buries his face between your legs, wasting no time in devouring your pussy.

he licks, slurps and nibbles your clit. he grips onto your thighs, keeping them wide apart. his strength keeps you from closing your legs around his head. he groans against your folds, tongue licking a long strip from entrance to clit before sucking it.

“j-jin.. fuck, oh fuck..” you pant, fingers tangling in his messy hair. spit and slick mix together forming strings that connect him and you together. his tongue dives in and out of your pussy, cock twitching and balls tightening with each drop of essence he tastes.

his chin and lips coat in saliva and slick. he's messy, a stark contrast from his usual, pristine self.

“taste so good. so good and it's mine, all mine.. fuck yn.” hyunjin pants, his face staying buried between your legs. his fingertips sink into the soft flesh of your thighs, hyunjin acting like a starved man. “more. need so much more.”

your walls contract around his tongue as he uses it to fuck you. saliva dribbles down his chin, his hips lazily grinding down on bed. he's desperate. his cock rock hard and leaking so much pre cum. the material of his boxer shorts soaking up the pre cum. 

he pushes his fingers deep inside you. he groans at the warmth and wetness, the feel of your soft, squishy walls squeezing his digits. he laps at your clit as he pumps his fingers in and out, scissoring you to prepare you. you tug at his hair as you sob his name.

he looks up at you, watching the way your face scrunches up, your chest rising up and down rapidly. your hair sticking to your skin, body hot to the touch and slick with sweat.

“you're so warm around my fingers baby.” he mumbles against your clit, “i just know it's going to be so blissful to feel you around my cock.” he smirks as he feels your walls clamp down around his digits.

“loosen up babe. i have to make sure i fit.” he says with a hint of cockiness lacing his words. you roll your eyes, smirking as you gaze down at him.

“you will fit, hyun. you always do.”

“mhm. but you know how big and thick i am.”

“you sound so cocky.” you groan as hyunjin peppers kisses along your inner thighs.

“mhm. is that a bad thing?”

“no. it's attractive, actually. plus, i like your cock, i love the way it makes me feel.” you purr.

“is that what you want baby? to feel my cock deep inside you and stroking your warm and wet walls?”

“please. don't get me wrong, i love your fingers but your cock.. it just hits all the right places.” you whimper.

hyunjin slowly pulls his fingers out. your core throbbing as the sudden emptiness. you swallow, watching as hyunjin rests up on his knees between your legs. his boxer shorts too tight for him, squeezing around his length whilst moulding to his shape and size.

he pushes his boxer shorts down to his thighs, grabbing you by your ankles to pull you closer to him. you squeal, laughing softly.

“so, it's my birthday.” hyunjin smirks as he strokes his cock slowly. “what treat will i get from you?”

“a-anything you want.” you whisper. hyunjin looks around before spotting his phone on his side of the bed. he gives you a cheeky smirk as he reaches over and grabs his phone.

“porn.”

“e-excuse me??”

“lets make porn together.” you cheeks flush a crimson red. hyunjin keeps his gaze locked on you, his face and tone of voice sincere.

“b-but.. i – hyun..” you stutter.

“only if you want to baby. i won't make you do something you don't feel comfortable doing.”

“nono! i mean, i know we've spoken about it before but i–uh” you stumble over your words, feeling extremely shy all of a sudden. “i-i mean, sure.” 

hyunjin's face lights up, a big smile plastered on his face. “it'll just be for us baby, dont worry.”

“i know jinnie. i trust you.” hyunjin opens up his camera, pointing it at you and swallowing thickly. the sight of your round breast and perky nipples. your skin glowing due to the sheen of sweat and your juices sticking to your folds and inner thighs. 

it's enough to make hyunjin cum.

“holy shit.. you're so beautiful.” he mumbles, taking a few pictures of you. he groans softly, eyes fixated on his screen as he scans over your body. the sheen of sweat glistening from the light, your hair unkempt and fanned out against the sheets, your eye doe like and lips parted.

“jinnie..” you whisper, “hurry!” 

hyunjin hums softly, pressing record on his phone. he grabs the base of his cock, pointing the camera down so it's in view. he rubs his tip between your soaked folds, bumping against your clit as your core pulsates.

hyunjin pushes himself inside slowly. his cock head disappearing and being encapsulated by your warmth and wetness. the stretch burns, making you feel some discomfort 

you let out short, laboured pants as he pushes. your body feeling stuffed already. you know he isn't even halfway but he already feels so deep, reaching and caressing the deepest parts of your body.

“tight.. warm..” hyunjin groans, holding your waist with one hand whilst making sure he captures his cock slowly disappearing inside you on camera.

“i feel so full already Jinnie. you're so big.. thick and just.. it's so much.” you mewl.

“halfway. im halfway baby. you're doing so well for me.” hyunjin stops pushing to which you furrow your brows at. you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and pushing him with your heels.

“all!!” 

“b-but baby.. i won't be able to hold. you know that.”

“dont care. i want all of you. i want to be filled up by you until it's all seeping out.” 

“baby..” hyunjin shakily whispers. “dont tempt me.”

“please hyunjin. please.” you beg “it is your birthday after all so please just, use me.”

“you, yn, are a menace. i hope you know that.” you hum in response, taking hyunjin's phone.

you point it at him as he grips onto your hips. he pushes and pushes, until he bottoms out in you. beads of sweat roll down his temples, brows scrunched together as he squeezes your hips.

you point the phone down, placing your hand on the lower portion of your stomach. you pant heavily, walls squeezing around hyunjin as an obvious and promenate bulge is felt under the palm of your hand.

“big.. so big. can you feel it hyunjin? can you feel how deep inside you are?”

“yes” he whispers as his eyes squeeze shut. “yes i can and I am struggling. you're so warm, wet and fucking tight.”

“do you like it though?” you ask sweetly, fluttering your lashes as you take his hand and press it against the bulge. hyunjin clenches his jaw as he presses firmly. he feels the tip of his penis against his palm, a shaky breath escaping from his nostrils.

“i might cum. i feel so close already.” 

“then cum jinnie. i told you, it's your birthday. use me as much as you want.” 

hyunjin's head dips low, his plump lip caught between his teeth. he squeezes your hips with force, leaving bruises behind. you help him edge closer by purposefully contracting around his length.

“no.. shit.. close. gonna cum. f-fuck!” he shivers, long groans rippling from his chest as his release hits him. you make sure to capture the whole thing on video, panning the camera up and down.

hyunjin lazily thrusts his hips, riding out his high and fucking his cum deep inside you. his cock twitches, feeling a little sensitive but he cannot stop. you feel too good around, so good that he is willing to overstimulate himself.

“my precious jinnie.” you coo. “are you sensitive already?” you tease. he grunts, gripping your hips before pulling his hips back, his cockhead being the only thing remaining inside you.

“toys don't talk.” he snaps his hips harshly against yours. your eyes widen, body jolting with each powerful impact. pleasure surges through your veins, taking over your entire being. you let out soft grunts and moans in the form of his name, the ability to focus on capturing hyunjin via camera becoming a struggle.

his cock strokes and caresses your soft, wet walls. his tip bumps and nudges your g-spot, heightening the pleasure.

“j-jinnie..” you pant. hyunjin smirks, taking his phone off you and videoing you. he captures the way your body twists and turns, the scrunch of your eyebrows and your eyes fluttering shut. your sweet moans captured on video as well as ringing in his ears.

you're a sight he loves to see.

“good?” 

“so good.” you groan. you cup your breasts, squeezing them in the palm of your hands. you tug and roll your nipples between your thumb and finger whilst staring straight into the camera.

“such a good toy.” hyunjin hums. “letting me us you and dump all my cum inside you. what a great birthday treat.” 

“want it to be a day you'll never forget.” you whisper

“dont you worry yn. i will never be able to forget this.” he pans the camera down, capturing the space that connects you both together. 

it's sloppy. cum and juices mixing together. the skin of his veiny cock being coated with a new layer of your slick. you grip onto the sheets as you babble. your mind is hazy and numb, nothing but thoughts of hyunjin rushing through your mind.

hyunjin presses the pad of his thumb roughly against your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. you whimper, reaching out and grabbing his wrist in an attempt to stop his actions. the pit of your stomach feels terribly warm, the knot tightening with each rub and thrust; and hyunjin knows it.

“hold.” he states as you open your mouth to let him know you're close. you close your mouth, deciding to go against debating with him considering the way he is looking at you so hungrily.

you obey. you have no choice but to obey. 

you desperately hold. the pressure building and building. your cunt becoming more and more sensitive. hyunjin is showing no signs of being gentle nor slowing down. his skin slaps against yours harshly, the sounds mixing together with moans and sloppy, wet sounds.

“burns..” you whisper, back arching off the bed. hyunjin hums, disregarding your statement and feelings. he's too caught up in his own pleasure, chasing his own high. it's not a bad thing per say.

you've seen him like this many times before. he's reached that point. his own mind is hazy. he's drunk on lust, hormones and the way you feel and sound. he wants more, more than what you're body can give. he wants to push your limits as well as his own.

you trust him. you know he would never hurt you. you know that if you felt the need to use the traffic light system, he would stop and come back down to reality.

however, you love seeing him like this. his pupils blown out with lust and pure hunger. his body slick with sweat, dripping down from his sharp chin. a sudden burst of energy pumps through his veins, hips smacking harshly against yours making your muscles scream out in pain.

hyunjin suddenly pulls out off you to rest against the headboard. he impatiently takes your wrist, pulling you on top of him. he raises his brow at you as you straddle him, pussy hovering over his throbbing cock.

at this point, the homemade porn has been long forgotten, the phone discarded on the bed but still recording the sounds you're both making. you plant your hands firmly on hyunjin's stomach as you lower yourself onto his length. you whimper, the knot threatening to snap as he penetrates you again.

“p-please.. can't..” 

“can't what?”

“can't continue.” you heavily pant, your hips automatically moving on their own, contradicting your words.

“really? because from where i'm sitting, i think you can.” a shit eating grin plastered on his face. you hang your head low, hair hiding your face as you dig your nails into his stomach. you use your thighs, tensing the muscles, to bounce on his cock, setting a steady and fast rhythm.

the new position makes it possible for hyunjin to reach further inside you, which you didn't think was possible. it's a strange feeling, a feeling you can't describe. you just feel tingly and overwhelmed.

“please jinnie.. please let me cum..” the feeling is unbearable. you feel so close yet so very far.

“what did i tell you at the start? toys don't talk.” you whimper, hot tears filling your eyes. hyunjin coos as he strokes your cheek.

your movements soon become sloppy, your muscles starting to burn. you settle on rocking your hips back and forth, hyunjin helping you by holding your hips. not long after, he takes your wrist and pulls you flush against his chest. he wraps his arms around you tightly, planting his feet firmly on the bed before thrusting upwards into you.

you let out empty moans and whimpers, arms and body falling limp. your lips part, drool and tears trickling down and onto his skin. 

“love it when you let me use you like this.” hyunjin says between heavy pants. his balls tightening, cock twitching. your walls clench around him, tighter and tighter, making it impossible for him to move.

“h-hyunjin…” you sob.

“shh. soon baby. just let me dump my cum inside you, yeah?” 

“cum. want cum. wanna cum.” you babble.

“my little cum slut. i'm almost there baby.” you continue to babble, broken sobs mixed in. hyunjin halts his movements, long, desperate groans rippling from his chest as his orgasm hits him.

you close your eyes as the feeling of his hot, sticky fluid filling you up. his cock twitching with each release, hyunjin holding onto you for dear life. you had no time to warn him, the pent up pressure plus the feeling of hyunjin filling you up was too much for your body to bear.

you bite down in your lip hard, muscles and body convulsing and shaking as you squirt. your orgasm hit hard making you feel light headed and desperate for breath. juices squirt out onto hyunjin, spilling onto the bedsheets as it mixes together with his cum.

he pulls his flaccid cock out off you slowly as you hiss in pain. cum seeps from your entrance, spilling onto the sheet and mixing with your juices. hyunjin looks down at you, stroking your hair gently and kissing the top of your head.

“baby?” he soft speaks, a hint of worry laced in his words. “are you ok?”

you give him a weak hum. hyunjin bites his lip, worry lacing his facial features.

“was it too much..?” he wearily asks. you slowly lift your head up to look at him, shaking your head no slowly.

“absolutely not.” hyunjin chuckles softly at the sound of your hoarse voice.

“are you sure?” 

“a million percent.”

“ok angel. shall we clean up?” you nod, slowly getting off hyunjin. you hiss at the sudden shooting pain in your back and legs. hyunjin gives you an apologetic smile before rushing to the bathroom.

he fills the tub up with your favourite lavender scented bubble bath, laying out your soft towel, cotton panties and some cream to help soothe and heal your bruises.

he takes a soft, cotton flannel, soaking it up with some lukewarm water before walking to you. he kneels between your legs, gently wiping at your sore and swollen pussy. you whimper, hyunjin kissing your inner thighs tenderly as a way of apologizing before picking you up and walking to the tub.

he gently lowers you down, getting in behind you. you hum softly at the feeling of the warm water relaxing your tired and sore muscles. you rest all your body weight onto hyunjin's chest.

“what would you like to do today, jinnie?” you ask as hyunjin squirts some shampoo onto the palm of his hand. he massages it into your hair, massaging your scalp in the process.

“i want to go to an art museum and have some coffee later.” 

“ok.” you grin. “i'm paying for it all though.”

“are you sure? i mean, you are tender darling. i don't want you to push yourself further if you're sore.”

“jinnie, i'll be fine. don't you worry. i know my body and my limits. plus, it is your birthday.”

“i know but i also don't mind staying in as well if you're sore baby.” 

“jinnie, i want to. i'll be fine, i promise you.” you close your eyes as hyunjin rinses the shampoo from your hair before applying and rinsing the condition.

“pinky promise?” he extends his arm out to your side, pinky at the ready. you giggle, hooking your pinky with his. “ok, good. we shall just take it easy and slow then, yeah?”

you nod in agreement before washing your body. hyunjin washes his hair and body before stepping out. he wraps a towel around himself, extending his hand out to you in which you take and allow him to help you out off the tub.

he laughs softly at your shaky legs, a faint pink blush appearing on your cheeks. he helps to dry you off and dress you, applying the cream to your bruises.

hyunjin rushes off to the bedroom to get dressed, you shakily following him. he picks up his phone, smirking as he stops the recording. 

“saving that for later.” 

“hyun!!” you whine, feeling shy and embarrassed. hyunjin laughs softly before picking out his outfit.

“im so excited! i've been wanting to go to the museum for weeks!” 

“im glad you're excited baby. it'll be my treat too.”

“you don't have to baby.”

“no.” you say, standing in front of him and placing your hand on his chest gently. “but i want to. you're my baby, i want to spoil you.” 

hyunjin holds your waist gently, leaning down and pressing his lips against yours in a sweet and tender kiss; a kiss that filled with such love and sincerity, it feels like your drowning and unable to breath from the powerful emotion.

“i love you so much, yn.” he takes your hand gently, pressing his lips against the back of it as he keeps his eyes on you. your heart leaps from your chest, cheeks turning pink.

“and i love you so much too jinnie. happy birthday, my handsome boy.” 

note: happy birthday to our hyunjin & a happy birthday to @oshimee! this is my gift from me to you. i hope you have a good day and ilysvm!! 🖤🖤 don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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꒰ 𝐎𝐓𝟖 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ boyfriend activities

↪ fluff, headcanons.

☆ skz as townspeople

↪ fluff, crack, headcanons. stray kids as people in a small town.

☆ folkmore: an ot8 series

↪ a mixture of all genres and tropes. full fics. a collection of fics inspired by taylor swift's folklore and evermore albums.

☆ war of hearts (until kingdom come)

↪ an ot8 royalty au collaboration. in which stray kids members are different roles in a royalty universe.

☆ college boyfriend! (hyung line)

↪ fluff, headcanons. stray kids' hyung line as your college boyfriend.

☆ random boyfriend texts

↪ text fic, humor, fluff.

☆ random groupchat texts

↪ text fic, humor. inspired by texts from my friend group.

☆ texts you receive while sleeping

↪ text fic, humor.

☆ brother!skz texts (hyung line)

↪ brother!skz & gn!reader. text fic, humor.

texts you'd receive if stray kids members were your brother.

☆ brother!skz texts (maknae line)

↪ brother!skz & gn!reader. text fic, humor.

texts you'd receive if stray kids members were your brother.

☆ sending you a picture (texts)

↪ ot8 skz x gn!reader. text fic, humor.

reacting to them sending you a picture.

꒰ 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ hurt comfort with bang chan

☆ single parents club

↪ single dad chan x single mum reader. strangers to lovers. first meet trope. fluff. in which you receive help from a helpful single dad while shopping with your kid.

꒰ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ mornings like this

↪ very soft boyfriend minho. fluff, drabble. how mornings with minho feel like.

☆ antics

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble. a look into how minho feels about you. spoiler alert, he's stupidly fond of you and your silly habits.

☆ ways he shows you he loves you

↪lee know x gn!reader. teeth-rotting fluff. oneshot. (353 words)

a study into the different ways minho shows you he loves you.

꒰ 𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ 1:12pm

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble. changbin loves gifting you flowers, even in the middle of a work day.

꒰ 𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ wherever you are

↪ childhood best friends to lovers. slowburn pining, fluff, angst. suggestive. (12.9k words.)

Hyunjin promised you that he'll be wherever you are. What do you do when your best friend of years — the only person you've ever loved disappears without saying goodbye? Especially when you've spent your entire life with Hyunjin, you didn't know of life without him.

☆ butterfly hairclips

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble. joking around with hyunjin, and putting butterfly clips in his hair.

☆ you're the only friends i need

↪ best friend! hyunjin, seungmin, felix. they're not just your roommates — they're your friends for life. in which they assure you that they've always got your back.

☆ morning text

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble. fluffy & pouty jinnie. you receive a text from hyunjin — your pouty, and needy husband.

☆ enemies to lovers with hyunjin

↪ bad boy!hyunjin x reader. enemies to lovers. oneshot. being paired with the boy who never shows up to class is hard. things get harder when he falls in love with you — even putting in effort to woo you.

☆ dance with me

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble.

☆ 11:52pm: hyunjin comes home to you

↪ established marriage, fluff, comfort, drabble.

☆ ways hyunjin shows you he loves you

↪ fluff, drabble.

☆ combing hyunjin's hair

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble.

☆ godspeed

↪ exes, angst, oneshot. you wish him well after a break up.

☆ first time he tells you he loves you

↪ fluff, drabble.

☆ lucky number five

↪ childhood friends to lovers, pining, fluff, oneshot. (3000 words) the five most memorable memories you have with hyunjin.

☆ kisses with hyunjin

↪ fluff, drabble.

☆ cocoa chapstick

↪ established marriage, fluff, drabble.

☆ when you know, you know

↪ super duper soft hyune. fluff, hurt comfort. oneshot. (800 words) in the darkness of the night, hyunjin asks for your reassurance.

꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ high school sweethearts

↪ frenemies to lovers, high school au, fluff, oneshot. han jisung is insufferable, a polar opposite of you. yet, you still adore him to bits.

☆ skate

↪ fluff, drabble.

☆ happy place

↪ established marriage, comfort, drabble. based on a scene from a malaysian film, 'imaginur.' everybody needs a happy place. han jisung's happen to be a person.

꒰ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ wingman

↪ friends to lovers, pining, fluff, oneshot. you confront felix about his failed dates which you've set up. all hell breaks loose . . . or does it?

☆ you're the only friends i need

↪ best friend! hyunjin, seungmin, felix. they're not just your roommates — they're your friends for life. in which they assure you that they've always got your back.

☆ 6:32pm : you come home to felix

↪ domestic life, fluff, drabble. suggestive.

꒰ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ midnight existential crisis

↪ best friend!seungmin, roommates au, college au, hurt comfort, oneshot. a heart to heart talk with seungmin about your existential crisis.

☆ you're the only friends i need

↪ best friend! hyunjin, seungmin, felix. they're not just your roommates — they're your friends for life. in which they assure you that they've always got your back.

☆ enemies to lovers with seungmin

☆ cheer up, buttercup!

↳ hurt comfort, fluff, oneshot. (973 words) seungmin comforts you after an argument.

☆ baseball player boyfriend seungmin

☆ ways seungmin shows you he loves you

꒰ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

☆ mornings like this

↪ established marriage, fluff, oneshot. how mornings with jeongin feel like.

☆ not worthy enough

↪ idol!i.n, hurt comfort, oneshot. (1336 words) your insecurities can get to the best of you sometimes. however, jeongin's always there to comfort you.

[starrgaziinggg]

SMAU | UNDERCOVER JYP-U

chapter thirteen -> feelings and secrets (written, 4K words)

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"Okay, so that concludes the meeting?" Chan begins to wrap up, clasping his hands together. You take it as your queue to gently nudge Jeongin's side, forcing him awake after having dozed off halfway through your regular Friday afternoon student body meetings. It was safe to say Jeongin may not have been the best choice for the demanding role, yet here he was.

The sun was streaming through the large floor to ceiling windows of the meeting room, so you didn’t blame him for letting the warm sun send him to sleep. You were feeling hazy yourself, having to force yourself to stay awake through Chan’s words.

Jeongin smiles sleepily at you, leaning his head on your shoulder momentarily while the others conclude the discussion about the relevant topics, primarily the events of the charity week occurring at the beginning of the next month.

"You have until next week to choose the specifics for what you will actually do, but you've now chosen your teams for the events, right?" Chan asks, and you all nod your heads - bar Jeongin, of course, who just looks to you with a raised brow. You wave your hand, indicating you'd inform him of what he'd missed later.

The charity week was a week of events that ran once per semester. This year, your chosen charity was World Vision, and your collective aim was to raise a large sum of money to send off. It was known that most of the students that attended you university and their parents were well off, which meant it could hopefully be achieved.

There would be a multitude of events held throughout the week, and opportunities to donate constantly. It was your job as a member of the student body to advocate for the charity and push for as many donations as you possibly could.

Although it was difficult to balance the duties that came with being a student body representative with uni work and a social life, organising the dance course's activities for charity week was a great way to take your mind off of the shit show that was social media right now. Thankfully, Jisung's tweets were very well received, and he didn't get in too much trouble, but you dread to think of would could have happened to him if that weren't the case.

You were also dreading the inevitable next 'secret' that this awful account was going to expose next. It was as if you were constantly glued to your phone, refreshing Twitter like a fan girl on steroids with a constant lump in your throat. Nothing had been posted since last week, though, so you hoped it was going to be a one off.

"Excellent," Chan says, distracting you from your thoughts. Jeongin lifts his head from your shoulder to pack up his belongings, as if he'd used them in the first place. "I think we're taking a well needed break from alcoholic induced social events this week, so if I don't see you guys during the week I'll see you again, here, next Friday."

The way he switches so quickly from his head-screwed-on leader mode to his laid back, casual friendship mode never fails to crack you up. It's as if he has a split personality, and you commend him for being able to juggle everything as efficiently as he does. Once you finish packing your bag, Ryujin makes her way over to you. As the admin of the student body, she sits to the right of Chan in the school's meeting room, whilst Changbin - the vice president, sits to the left.

It was definitely an awkward hour, the two of them on edge with each other after their conversation over coffee the other day. Ryujin had come home and spilled everything to you and Hyunjin, sprawling on your bed beside you and delving deep into their conversation. Hyunjin had even taken a break from his art piece to listen intently to her, putting his input in and giving her advise when she asked for it.

Having Hyunjin over was a lot...nicer, than you'd expected it to be. He was quiet and pleasant and save for the hour he got bored and had a rush of energy, he kept to himself and worked hard at his painting. It was nice to have his company, the two of you not speaking and simply getting your work done in peace. His artwork came out beautifully, too, which left him heading home in a great mood.

That photo he'd posted was still on your mind, though you'd never admit that out loud. 

"God that was a drag," she drawls, flopping to lean on the table in front of you as you stand up, the others heading out the door. "I love Chan, but these things could be over in fifteen minutes if he kept it simple."

"He'll have an aneurism if you tell him to shorten them," you snort, walking out the room with Ryujin's arm linked in yours. Lia and Yuna had told you earlier they were going shopping after the meeting, so you watch them walk in the opposite direction to you and Ryujin after saying goodbye. They'd invited you guys and Chae too, of course, but you knew if you indulged in their shopping spree you'd spend far too much, and the cost of being a Uni student did not come cheap.

So, you'd arranged a quiet night in with some of the guys. Jeongin had just bought a projector, so the plan was to hook up Jisung's fancy laptop to it and set it up in your dorm. You would have gone to the guys dorm, except Minho's recent cooking escapade had not ended well, and he'd informed you that his dorm had smelt like rotting eggs for half the week. Decidedly, your dorm was the agreed upon source of comfort for the night.

Chan had some more meetings with some uni higher ups about charity week, so he'd bailed, and Changbin and Ryujin's awkward situation had caused him to give it a pass too. Seungmin said he'd be making an appearance after his classes. Since half of his double major was English, he attended lectures at your sister school, the mainstream Uni across the road, which meant his schedule was pretty jam packed.

That left Minho, Jisung, Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin turning up at your doorstep holding various different items an hour after you'd gotten back to the dorm.

"What's all this?" You hear Chae ask as the raucous tumbles into your dorm. You make your way out of your bedroom to greet them, Ryujin following behind you after the two of you had scrolled on tik tok for the hour in between your meeting and now. The boys were all in their comfy clothes; hoodies and joggers, much like you girls.

"Jeongin's got the projector," Minho informs you as he gives you a smile and hands you a box. You'd barely seen him this week, since he was starting to skip classes more regularly. You were surprised he hadn't been reprimanded for it yet, but Minho somehow got away with anything and everything. "That's a cake."

"I've got snacks!" Felix says cheerily, showing you bundles of crisps and bags of chocolate in his arms.

"Why have you brought a cake?" You ask, smiling at your blonde headed friend as he sports his usual grin, turning back to Minho. He shrugs.

"It was my, 'I'm sorry your deep dark secret got posted on the internet, here's a cake' cake, but Minho and Felix somehow forgot that I don't like chocolate icing, so now you guys can eat my pity cake," Jisung explains, already flopping onto the sofa with his laptop, though he's smiling as he says it. He's received mostly praise and positivity over the internet recently, so he wasn't in all that of a bad mood about the whole ordeal.

Felix smiles sheepishly, dumping the snacks onto the table. The other guys start making themselves comfortable too, Hyunjin flashing you a grin as he flops down beside Jisung. Minho has to step in and help Jeongin set up the projector when Jeongin announces he actually has no idea how to work it, and it takes them a further twenty minutes to set the whole thing up.

You're not complaining though, since after a collective agreement to watch the second Shrek movie (arguably the best one), you're nestled in between Chaeryoung and Minho on the sofa with Ryujin between your knees on the floor.

Surprisingly, you all sit relatively in silence, save for some commentary throughout the movie. You pinned it down to the fact that everything surrounding your group had been nothing less than dramatic recently, and you could all use a chill night together to relax. Seungmin shows up halfway through the movie, taking a seat on the floor.

You're just about to choose a second movie to watch when Yuna and Lia turn up, their arms littered with shopping backs. Yuna sighs exasperatedly, dumping the bags on the ground when she comes in, whilst Lia says a hello to everyone before going into her room.

"Do the stores you went into have anything left in them?" Minho scoffs, raising a brow at his blonde haired friend. She sticks her tongue out at him. "But seriously, how much did you buy?"

"A lot," she replies, gleaming. You shake your head at her with a smile, loving her dramatics. She was an actress through and through. "The stores were giving today - I bought, like, twenty things in one shop alone."

Ryujin whistles, grabbing Yuna's bags and sifting through them. You were sure she'd give you a proper haul tomorrow. "This is some good shit," she says, nodding. "I'm so jealous, I wish I had money to splurge."

"What about the bee movie?" Jeongin interrupts absentmindedly, leaning over Jisung to watch him scroll on Netflix for a movie. Seungmin shakes his head, standing up to join them.

"We watched that last week, remember?" He says, and Jeongin nods with an 'ah'. Seungmin leans his hands on the side of the sofa before looking up at Yuna. "How do you even afford all that?"

Yuna shrugs, snatching the top that Ryujin was eyeing up and shoving it back in her bag. "Daddy's money. He's gonna cut me off soon though, I just know it."

"Your dad lets you buy all this?" Seungmin says, eyebrows raised. "Damn."

"He likes spending his money on me," she counters, collecting all her bags before making her way towards her bedroom. "I may as well take advantage, right?"

Seungmin rolls his eyes with a small smile as Jeongin points to the laptop screen. Hyunjin makes a face at you, mimicking Yuna and her shopping bags, and you can't help but to laugh with him.

"What's so funny?" Ryujin says to you curiously, turning to look up at you. You simply wave your hand in response, sharing another look with Hyunjin as if you two are in on some silly secret. It was as if you couldn't help yourself gravitate towards him recently.

"What about titanic?" Hyunjin perks up, looking towards Jisung. There's a collective squeal from you girls, and Yuna and Lia both thumbs up the movie as they join you, Yuna already having changed into her pajamas. They both squish up on the floor.

"Not happening," Jisung groans, and you remember how he'd told you it was the only movie that had ever successfully made him cry.

"Oh come on," Felix protests with a whine, finishing off a bag of gummies. "It's a phenomenal movie!"

"I'm in agreement with Jisung, here," Seungmin says, giving up on the movie search and slumping back to the ground. "It's so long."

"Yeah, but it's worth it," Chae tries to justify, pleading after having to put up with Shrek for an hour.

Hyunjin looks as you, as if he wants you to back him up, so you sigh in defeat. "It's one of my favourites," you say, feeling everyone's eyes turn to you. "Plus I'm injured. Injured girl rules all."

Jisung and Seungmin groan together, knowing they've been defeated as Jisung searches the movie and starts playing it. Yuna even goes as far as to turn off the lights, leaving the glare of the movie screen the only illumination in the room.

Three hours later, almost everyone is in tears after having sat through the movie in almost dead silence. The only noise that was heard from you was during the sex scene, when you laughed as Jisung attempted to cover Jeongin's eyes.

"It's so sad," Felix sniffles, wiping at his eyes with his hoodie sleeves when the credits roll. Yuna turns the lights on again, and turns to reveal her red puffy eyes. Ryujin laughs at her, but she's none better, tears practically streaming down her face. The only dry eyes in the room are Seungmin and Minho. Even Jeongin, who's always trying to keep up with a tough exterior has tear marks on his hoodie.

"Hyunjin, I hate you," Jisung bawls, unable to hold back his tears. "Do you enjoy making grown men cry?"

"Hey, I'm crying too!" Hyunjin defends himself, and when you look over his eyes are brimmed with tears. He wipes them away sheepishly as he smiles at you. You think it's so cute he gets so emotional at movies like this - you remember when you'd all gone to the cinema to watch something Felix suggested and he was sobbing beside you the whole way through. "Plus, you're hardly a grown man."

Jisung only scoffs in return, attempting to get his sniffles under control. "How are you two not crying?"

Minho and Seungmin turn to eachother, and Minho shrugs. "I've watched it a million times, I know the plot. Plus, when have you ever seen me cry?"

"True," you say, giving him a nudge with your shoulder. He chuckles at your tear stained cheeks and offers you his hoodie sleeve, which you take and use to wipe your eyes. "Seungmin? Jack Dawson's death didn't hit hard for you?"

He shakes his head with a brown, his dark brown hair flopping over his forehead. "Not really. Like Minho said, I know the plot, and it's expected."

"You're insane," Yuna gasps, unable to comprehend the fact that the saddest movie of all time hadn't been able to make him shed a tear. "You must be made of steel."

He only shrugs in response, standing up and stretching out his limbs. "Should probably head back; that movie went on for ages and I've got shit to do tomorrow."

That spurs a collective agreement from the guys, the ones on the floor repeating Seungmin's action. Jeongin shakes his legs out after having them cramped up to his chest to make room for Lia beside him. "It's a Saturday, have a rest."

Seungmin ignores the comment, picking up his jacket and putting it on. You stand up too to say your goodbyes to them, when Minho tugs at your arm.

"Help me up," he whines, so you pull him up with a roll of your eyes. You miss the way he winces as you do so, turning to give Felix a hug, the boy waiting patiently with his arms open.

"Why don't we go for coffee tomorrow?" He says when you hug him. "Dance crew study session, like the good old days?"

"I'd be up for that," you reply with a nod, since you hadn't had anything planned for tomorrow anyway. "We do have to have our ideas ready for our practical on Wednesday, so would be good."

"We do?" Minho questions with his arm slung round you as his goodbye, which makes Hyunjin laugh as he leaves his departing conversation with Yuna.

"Maybe you should start attending lectures," he says slyly, looking toward you with a smile after Minho rolls his eyes and removes his arm from your shoulder. Hyunjin steps towards you, bringing you into his chest momentarily. You're slightly startled by the action, since Hyunjin is never really physically affectionate with you like Felix or Minho are, but you accept the hug. Everyone else was hugging goodbye, anyway.

"Maybe you should hop off my dick," Minho retorts, sticking out his tongue as Hyunjin pulls away and picks up his jacket.

"Gross," Jeongin gags.

You shake your head, laughing, in an attempt to ignore the butterflies forming in your stomach. "So, study date tomorrow?"

"Sure," Hyunjin confirms, looking over to Chaeryoung who turns away from saying goodbye to Seungmin to give a thumbs up.

"I could use it," Minho admits, and Felix claps his hands.

"Great! Aw, we're getting the old gang back together!" He smiles, and he's so happy that you don't tell him your 'gang' talks regularly on your dance group chat and is with each other almost every day.

The guys all head off then, leaving the five of you girls alone with a pile of sweets and crisp packets strewn everywhere and a half eaten cake on your table. You start cleaning up instantly, not wanting to have to deal with it later.

"So," Ryujin says, slyly coming up to you and nudging your shoulder before starting to pick up the mess. The other girls begin helping too. "Mr Hwang hugging you goodbye? Now that's an unforeseen action if I've ever seen one."

You give her a look, but your facade cracks when you can't help but to sigh with a smile. "Am I reading into that too much? Or was that a moment."

"That was most definitely a moment," Ryujin confirms, taking the trash bag Lia hands her with a smile and starting to dump the rubbish into it. "He didn't hug any of us goodbye."

You smile inwardly, unable to help yourself. You wait until Lia is back in the kitchen before you say, “Is it bad that I kind of like him?”

Ryujin laughs - a loud, bent over hysterical laugh as you watch her with raised eyebrows. She steadies herself with a hand against the arm of the sofa as Chaeryoung comes through at the noise.

“What on earth is all that about?” She questions, clearly fed up with cleaning as she flops onto the sofa and puts her fear up on the table.

“She’s finally admitted she’s got feelings for Hyunjin,” Ryujin says, grinning at Chae like a mad woman.

Chaeryoung’s eyes visibly light up, and she turns to you with a smile. “You’re kidding!”

“I never said I have feelings for him,” you point out, though it’s futile at this point since your two friends are squealing together. Shaking your head at them, you finish clearing the last of the trash up.

“We called it months ago,” Chaeryoung sighs, a glazed look in her eyes. She pulls her long dark hair behind her ears. “I like to think this is all because of me.”

“It kinda is,” Ryujin responds, moving the trash bag so you can dump the remanence into it. “You cracked the surface, and they did the rest.”

“Can we stop talking like we’re in a movie, please,” you groan, flopping down beside Chae and letting Ryujin dispose of the trash bag. “I can’t believe I actually probably like Hyunjin. Past me would piss herself.”

“That she would!” You hear Ryujin shout through from the kitchen, followed by audible confusion from Yuna and Lia.

“He definitely likes you back, anyway,” Chae sighs excitedly, clapping her hands. “It’s so obvious. When are you gonna tell him?”

“Woah woah,” you say, putting your hands up. Chae frowns at you. “We literally just reconciled our differences a couple weeks ago - let’s not move too fast here.”

“Well you need to tell him,” Ryujin says blatantly when she returns to the room, standing with her hand on her hip. “Or else we’re gonna have to watch him pine after you all semester.”

You roll your eyes at her. “He does not pine after me, Jesus,” you say, though you watch your friends share an obvious look. “I’m just gonna see how things go for now, and if I’m still feeling this way in a couple weeks then I’ll think about telling him.”

Ryujin and Chaeryoung groan simultaneously, Ryujin throwing up her hands exasperatedly. “We finally get a bit of drama that doesn’t make me want to cry and you’re not even gonna indulge us?”

“Charity week,” Chaeryoung says with a shrug, making you both turn to her. “It’s two weeks away - if you still think you like him, that’s your deadline for telling him.”

“I have a deadline now?” You stress, thinking about how you’d only started to realise your feelings towards Hyunjin yourself not half an hour ago. Chae nods decisively.

“It’s the perfect time. There’s always the big party at the outdoor auditorium at the end of the week with fireworks and stuff - how romantic would it be to declare you feelings then?” She gushes, clasping her hands in front of her chest. Ryujin turns to you with a crazed look, nodding.

“She’s so right. Plus, if my relationship scenario is a shit show, I want to live vicariously through you,” she smiles.

You tilt your head at her, thinking about what she’s told you about her conversation with Changbin the other day. “I thought you said you were on good terms now?”

“Yeah we are, but this whole ‘just being friends’ kind of sucks. If he wasn’t all over the place right now I’d be with him. I dunno, I just…feel like I need someone right now, but he just can’t be that person,” you nod, placing a hand on her knee to comfort her.

“I’m glad you’re mature enough to understand that,” you say honestly, Chae nodding her head. Ryujin had always been such an independent person - her self sufficience and bold personality having slightly intimidated you when you’d first met her. After the shit show that was last semester, you’d seen her demeanour crack, and you’d sworn to yourself to try and not let that happen again.

“It will be so much better for you in the long run to have some time apart. You still like each other, you still want to be together, just not right now,” Chaeryoung says with a sad smile, resting her head on Ryujin’s shoulder momentarily. “Right person, wrong time.”

“I guess,” Ryujin sighs. “Doesn’t suck any less though. You know what we should do next weekend? Clubbing.”

You instantly groan at the idea, knowing clubbing was not your scene these days. Your group used to go clubbing regularly, but you’d decided the late nights and hangovers were just not worth it anymore. You would, however, indulge your sad friend if she needed you too.

“Fine,” you say after a second, which makes Ryujin smile. Chaeryoung agrees too, and after finishing your talk with the other girls when they come through to join you, you all go your separate ways and head to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up at a surprisingly reasonable time, the sound of Yuna practicing lines making you stir. She’s up earlier than you, for once, which is rare for her, but you knew she had auditions for the end of year show coming up soon, so she’d been practicing lines non stop.

You’re just about to grab your phone to check your messages when you hear her scream. It startles you, causing you to practically jump out your skin and rush through to her room. Lia is right there with you, sharing a panicked look as you both burst through the door, staring at the back of Yuna’s head.

“What the hell?” Ryujin says groggily, walking through in nothing but her underwear from the sudden commotion. Chaeryoung follows shortly after, her hair a riot and having obviously just woken up. You all crowd round Yuna who’s on her phone, watching her slowly turn around you with the colour drained from her face.

Chills run down your spine when she days, “That Twitter page posted about me.”

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[lazystar]

Aetherea

Hwang Hyunjin x Plus Size! Reader

Art Student AU

Warnings/Notes:

18+ SMUT AHEAD!!! MDNI!!!!!

Love at First Sight, stupidly artsy language, undefined relationship used as a plot point, Hyunjin being down horrendous, Reader being a sweetheart, god i love this couple that came out my brain. Smut Contains: Oral (F Rec), Lots of Dirty Talk!, Slight Dom!Hyunjin and Sub!Reader, Mirror Sex, detailed descriptions, lots of love and passion. My usual humor filled ending because i am just a silly little goose.

Est. Word Count: ~4K

The moment his eyes locked with yours the world went silent, it was as if nothing mattered besides the angel in his view. Hyunjin was enamored from the moment you came into his world. The art major could wax poems, create Shakespeare rivaling sonnets, write an epic about the new muse that had come into his life. But he didn’t even know your name.

You had just transferred to JYP University that semester, you had chosen to come to the university to study art history after hearing about how good its varying arts programs were. The day you walked into your first painting course of the semester you had felt eyes on you as you sat down, you turned your head to see the most beautiful boy looking your way. His cheekbones and jawline looked like a sculptor had meticulously carved them out of marble, his luscious hair fell like a stone waterfall to his shoulders. He was something romantic poets dreamt of describing. Yet, here he was looking at you with a soft smile. You chose in the moments you had before your professor walked in to change seats to join the boy at his table.

“Um, I hope I’m not intruding or being weird, but you just give off the impression of someone I’d like to know. I’m Y/N, is it okay if I sit with you? I uh I don’t really know anyone here.” Your voice was shy and light, he was in awe that your cherub like self chose him to speak to.

“Y/N… that’s a beautiful name. I would love it if you would sit with me! I’m Hyunjin by the way, I’m an art major, I’m concentrating on painting but I also want to sculpt.” He smiled at you, his honeyed voice was warm and soft as it filled your ears. You had felt the flush come over your soft cheeks and you tried to avoid eye contact as you smiled to yourself shyly. He couldn’t help but take his pencil and sketch the view in front of him. “Y/N, you’re breathtaking.” He whispered, you barely caught the words. You turned toward him with a shocked gaze and he just gave you a shy smile.

As the weeks passed by, you and the boy with forever paint stained cuffs on his shirts grew closer. He never failed to make you blush with his compliments and words of praise to you. You were equally as good at bringing a smile to his face with your own compliments to his artistic prowess. On days where the two of you had time to relax you two would sit under the large oak tree in the courtyard talking about your favorite artists, artworks, films, anything that you both could spend hours rambling about. When you were talking he would lay his head on your plush thighs and rest it softly against the softness of your stomach as your hands played in his hair. He would keep his gaze locked on the brightness that filled your eyes as you passionately discussed the works of your favorite artists like Jenny Holzer along with other feminist artists. He was enamored with you, as were you with him. Neither of you needed to declare your infatuation, it was mutually understood that you two had become more than friends.

That was, until Hyunjin’s friends began to ask about you. The soft spoken, round cheeked, curvaceous goddess that had taken their friend’s attention from anyone else around him.

“Hyunjin, who is this new girl you’re always with? Your new giiirrrrlfrienddd?” Seungmin ribbed him as their friend group settled into their seats for dinner in the dining hall. You couldn’t join due to having to work on a paper discussing the importance of some art movement, he couldn’t recall which one.

“She’s uh— she’s someone important to me, we don’t really have a label or anything. I don’t know, it’s like we just get one another.” He responded with a shrug as he shoveled a fork filled with salad into his mouth.

“Sounds like you’re still single then bud, no conversation about what you are means you’re still a free man you know.” The younger male continued with a similar shrug and a laugh. This caused Hyunjin to pause, no label means neither of you owe the other anything. Does this mean he wasn’t the only guy making you blush, were there others trying to steal kisses from you while you painted? Were there others trying to make you laugh that fairylike giggle you would let out? Was he not your muse the way you were to him?

“I’ve gotta go!” He bolted up from his seat to race to your dorm room before his friends could even get him to explain. He needed to confirm he was your one and only, he couldn’t bare the idea of anyone else being in love with you the same way he was.

“Y/N open the door!” He frantically pleaded as he stood panting on the other side of the heavy wooden structure. You rose from your hunched position over your laptop to open it, confused as to why Hyunjin was sounding hysterical on the other side. You knew he was supposed to be eating with his friends, so why was he here now?

“Y/N please tell me I’m the only one you love. I’m scared someone else is going to steal you away from me. I need to know I am the only man who makes you smile, the only man who makes you blush, the only man you let kiss you when we’re in the back of class. Please tell me, I’m your one and only.” He rushed out as you opened the door, tears were flooding his warm coffee colored eyes as he stepped towards you to hold your face in his hands. The tears were cascading down his cheeks as he looked into your eyes, your heart was shattered seeing the panic on his face.

“My love, what are you going on about?” You cooed looking up at his red face, the usual stoicism far from his expression as true fear was laced in his furrowed brow and wide yearning eyes. “Of course you’re the only man for me. I love you, everything about you. Your hands create masterpieces, your mind is something people will want to study for its creativity. You are always going to be amazing to me, from those beautiful eyes that find beauty in everything, to those soft lips that you use to kiss me, to the strength you hold in every muscle. You are a work of art Hwang Hyunjin, I would be a fool to not love you.” You said softly as you pulled him from the doorway, you gently tugged him into your small dorm bed, pushing aside your laptop to hold his head on your ample chest. You let him draw patterns on the skin of your thigh which was only covered by the hem of the oversized shirt you had been wearing. You set your glasses aside, a pair you usually only wore for when you would be on the computer for hours on end, and looked toward the sniffling boy. “My angel, what brought this up?”

“The boys were teasing me about how much I like you. They said that since we don’t have a label that means we weren’t together. I began to panic! We are together right?!” You let out a soft snort and began to laugh quietly at his furrowed brow and worrisome expression. “Hey! Why are you laughing at me baby?” The boy pouted and looked over at you deeply offended. A smile slowly crept into his lips as he saw the adoration in your eyes, soft smile, and blush stained plump cheeks. You Looked at him as if he was the holder of the universe in its entirety.

“You are just too cute, Hyunjin. I’ve been yours from the moment you spoke to me. It was love at first sight for me and you know that. Sure we didn’t get serious until a little later but I am so deeply in love with you, label or not I am yours and you are mine.” You said as you kissed all over his face. His smile grew as he maneuvered to capture your lips in a deep breath stealing kiss. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders and his at your waist as the air surrounding you both grew heavy with need and passion.

You sighed into the kiss and clutched onto his shoulders as he licked against your bottom lip asking for entrance. You opened your mouth to let him in and mewled softly as he moved so your back was against the mattress and he was on top of you. You opened your eyes as the kiss broke to see the love struck look he was giving you. You raised your hand to cup his cheek, thumb softly rubbing over his high cheekbone, you mirrored his smile and said just with the look in your eyes how much he really meant to you.

“Y/N, be my girlfriend.” He whispered as he leaned back down to steal another passionate kiss.

“Of course my love.” You softly replied against his lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him as close as possible. The kiss grew heated as the two of you used the moment to show how deeply you were in love with each other. Clothes were slowly coming off, neither of you seemed to care who was removing what from the other, all you two cared about was getting more skin to skin contact with your lover.

You both were nude except for your underwear, the wet patch on the gusset of your panties was something Hyunjin couldn’t tear his eyes from. The two of you had sex before, but it was nothing like this. It was usually heated and quick, the two of you engulfed in lust and need for the other. It wasn’t soft like this, passionate like this, it wasn’t making love.

He was used to rough, hard, fast sexual escapes with you after nights out, where his possessive nature would take over seeing the way other men’s eyes would graze over your plump frame. He would end those nights pulling you into some random bedroom at a party or the bathroom to stake his claim, he had to let everyone know you were his. This time around he had to know from you that he was yours.

He ripped his gaze from the space between the plush thighs he hoped he could be buried between if given the choice. He looked up slowly toward your face, using the time to commit to memory; every stretch mark, ripple of plush fat that made you feel like a perfect pillow for his head on the days he needed to be held, he took in every freckle that was on your skin, everything you some days viewed as an imperfection. His eyes made their way up to your breasts where he took them in his hands softly teasing your nipples eliciting moans and mewls of want from you.

“You are so fucking beautiful Y/N, look at you, you’re a masterpiece.” He whispered as he trailed small love bites down your body to nestle his way between your thighs. “I could be buried here in between these fucking thighs, fuck I would be in heaven.” He muttered to himself as he licked at the wet patch on the gusset of the cotton underwear you hadn’t taken off yet. He was relishing in your soft whines and airy moans as he teased your clit through your panties, moaning himself at the taste and your responsiveness to even the slightest touch from him. He was in heaven, he was on cloud nine, he was enjoying every little reaction you gave as he nipped at your thighs and toyed with you.

“Baby, don’t tease me please. I need you.” You whimpered out as he kept toying with your pussy through your panties. They were uncomfortably stuck to you thanks to how worked up you were from Hyunjin’s predatory gaze when he would look up at you from between your thighs. Your pleas and begging eyes had him practically coming undone in that moment as he looked up at you. Your hair was sticking to your forehead from sweat, your chest heaving from your moans and pants, your skin flushed from arousal, you were erotic in every sense of the word.

He swiftly ripped your panties off of you and began to suckle on your clit like you were his last meal on death row, expertly maneuvering from sucking at your clit to burying his tongue deep within your seeping cunt. He had you veering on the edge of an orgasm within minutes, you sat up slightly to watch him and your nails were leaving scratches at his shoulder as the other hand clutched his hair, your nails slightly dug into his scalp as you clutched harder around his expert tongue as you teetered closer to cumming. He groaned at the slight pain, loving how reactive you were, how your moans echoed off the stone walls of the room, how he had to pin you down as you thrashed in pleasure. He could do this for hours, and if you let him he would.

His groan snapped that thin wire within you holding you back from the mind numbing sensation of orgasm. The high rocked through you like you had been shot into space, tremors of pleasure had your muscles quaking, your mind turning to mush, your only thoughts consisting of Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin. You whipped your head back in pleasure as your orgasm shook you, your face was screwed into a silent scream as waves of pleasure kept crashing through you like a storm filled sea rocking against oceanic cliffs, all the while Hyunjin’s expert tongue kept working at you, his thumb was softly circling your clit as you whimpered at the overstimulation. He heard your soft whimper and pulled away, sucking at the fingers you hadn’t even realized he had been working you open with, your release covered his lips and chin. It was the sexiest thing you had ever seen, you pulled him up into a heated kiss as you tugged at his boxers.

“I need these off now, I want to make you feel good too.” You whined against his lips. He chuckled darkly and shook his head. Your nose scrunched as you pouted, you tugged his boxers again in a silent demand to have his hard cock against your tongue. You loved taking him into your mouth, the stretch his thick cock had against your lips, the way his length had you gagging less than halfway down it as you took him down your throat. You loved his guttural moans as you worked him toward his own release. You needed to return the favor, you needed to make him feel good. You wanted it so desperately at that moment.

“My angel there’s always time for that later, I won’t be able to feel that perfect pussy if I’m cumming down that beautiful throat of yours.” Your thighs clenched at his words. You began to already feel your mind descend into the fucked out state you always ended up in. Looking up at him with wide eyes and pouty lips you nodded in understanding. Your pussy pulsed as you recalled the pleasurable pain of every time his thick cock would stretch you open, how his length would kiss that spot deep inside you that had your eyes rolling back and your mind going numb.

Hyunjin was massive, no other word to describe it. His cock was long, curved, and thick, it had you reeling every time it kissed that sweet spot that had stars dancing behind your eyelids. He had tears running down your cheeks from how it slightly hurt when he thrusted his full length inside you, no amount of preparation seemed to stop the sting of your pussy stretching to accommodate him, you loved the delicious feeling of him stuffing you full.

Before you knew it Hyunjin had positioned you to face the mirror in your dorm room. It was one you hadn’t found a spot for so it sat on the floor facing the foot of your bed, perfectly angled so you could see yourself as he positioned his cock at your entrance. “I want you to see how beautiful you are as I fuck this perfect pussy.” He growled into your ear as he left marks on the crux of your neck, he pushed in as his teeth grazed your sensitive spot. A loud high pitched whine left your lips as your eyes screwed shut, Hyunjin began to pull out, shaking his head slightly and tutting his tongue against his teeth in dissatisfaction. You whined at the slight degradation and tried to turn your head to look at him. He dug his fingers into your hair and turned you back toward the mirror. “I said I want you to watch yourself angel, that means eyes open. I want you to see what a good whore you are for me my love, you are so good for me right?” His gruff voice had your head spinning, you had to be good for him.

“ ‘m sorry Jinnie! I’ll be good for you, I’ll always be so fucking good for you. Please, let me be good for you, I need you!” You plead. Your eyes were welling up at the idea of disappointing your boyfriend, you were already so fucked out, mind empty except for the desire to please him. He moaned at your perfectly pathetic begging and wide pleading eyes. Your gaze stayed locked on his through the reflection as you arched your back and angled your chest closer to the bed. Your leaking pussy was perfectly on display to him and he let out another deep moan as he took in the sight before him.

“See baby, you can be so fucking good for me. Look at you, a perfect little whore all for me, your Jinnie.” He said before letting out a deep pornographic groan as he buried his cock deep inside you, his tip kissing your cervix as he pushed himself to the hilt. You fought to keep your eyes open as a wanton moan of pained pleasure fell from your lips, you watched as sweat began to drip down your boyfriend’s brow as he thrusted in and out of you, you watched as his own face scrunched up with pleasure, your eyes couldn’t leave your view of him. He was beautiful as he fucked into you. He caught your eyes looking at him instead of yourself. To redirect you he began to lay harsh spankings across your ass cheeks to remind you to focus on yourself.

A moan mixed with a surprised yelp fell from your lips as your eyes focused on your own reflection, your heavy tits swung with every thrust, you could see the way your ass rippled as his hips snapped against it, you saw the fucked out look in your eyes, the way your hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. The whole scene reflected back to you was beautiful, it was pure passion and emotion in one moment.

“Jinnie, we look fucking beautiful right now.” You brokenly whispered through moans as his thrusts grew harder and faster, your face was almost pressed into the bed as he plowed into you. He let his gaze wander to the mirror from where he had been watching his cock slide in and out of you and he let out a broken moan of his own at the sight before him. His muse was the purest vision of lust and beauty with wild fucked out eyes and flushed skin, the hickies decorating your skin adding to the way you looked. You looked filthy, erotic, and gorgeous as he made whines and broken moans fall from your lips as he worked you toward another release. He moved his hand to hoist you up so your back was against his chest as his thrusts grew sloppy. He was teetering toward his own euphoria and wanted nothing more than to feel you reach you’re and gush all over his cock as you both came together.

“Cum with me angel, let me feel you cum all over my cock, I need to feel you take it all, come on milk me dry baby. I know you’re close I can feel it” His gravelly fucked out voice was all it took for him to send you off the edge once more, your walls clenched around his cock and triggered his own orgasm which flooded your pussy. Your release splashed against his thighs as you shook from orgasm, your walls fluttered around his cock as he pumped his load deep inside you. It was messy, it was euphoric, it was beautiful.

Cum was coating both of your thighs as he hissed pulling out, he watched in awe as your quivering thighs shook while his load leaked out of your cunt. You looked like pure sex in his eyes, your eyes shut, chest heaving as you came down from the throws of ecstasy, your skin was tinged with redness from the exertion you had just endured, your eyes were shut as your muscles twitched ever so slightly, you had a slight puddle beneath your ass from the mixture of your release and Hyunjin’s, the scene before your boyfriend was purely pornographic. Hyunjin had to stop himself from reaching for his cellphone to take a photo of the sight before him. He had more opportunities for that ahead now that your relationship was defined by those two silly words he was so happy to now have in the vocabulary of your relationship, he knew more moments like these would be on the horizon.

He grabbed a towel and helped you clean up before he pulled you into his arms kissing your forehead uttering loving praises. Your sleepy smile filled kisses decorated any piece of skin you could reach as you uttered your own praises toward him. You both held each other tightly as you basked in the afterglow of sex and love. You both felt your breathing even out and eyes grow heavy as you clung to one another’s sweaty skin. Your plush arms held Hyunjin close and he began to nestle his head into the crux of your neck as he took in your scent and felt the tendrils of sleep pull him in.

His phone loudly buzzing on the floor cut the moment short. It buzzed repeatedly causing the case to rattle against the hard dorm room floor. He groaned and glared toward the offending object ready to let it go to voicemail and planning on blocking whoever was disturbing his peace. He was about to enjoy a peaceful nap in the arms of the love of his life and some asshole just had to ruin the moment.

“Jinnie baby, just go answer it, it could be very important.” You tiredly prompted as you snuggled deeper into the blankets, slowly losing your own battle against sleep. He let out a whine tinged groan once more, and with a huff he slid out of the small bed. Irritated, he walked toward the spot on the floor where the offensive buzzing was coming from and grabbed his phone to answer it.

“Hello?” He started with a bark in his voice. Irritated beyond belief that his peace had been disturbed.

“Hwang where the fuck have you been we called you like 10 times. You ran off with no information about where you were!” Seungmin’s loud voice made Hyunjin hold the device far away from his ear. He turned his head to see you fast asleep with a smile on your face, soft snores leaving your kiss bruised lips. He was so in love with you, and knew you would forgive him for his next statement.

“If you must know, I was just having the best sex of my life with my beautiful girlfriend.” He smirked as Seungmin loudly groaned in disgust, his voice radiating through the reciever. Laughing he continued, “By the way Min, thanks for lighting the fire under my ass to talk to her about a label. It feels a lot better now knowing I have that with her.”

“Wasn’t my intent but I do expect your firstborn to be named after me now. Speaking of, you two are being safe right? I’m not ready to be an uncle just yet!”

“Okay. One, absolutely not. I would never name a child after you. Two, shut the fuck up. Three, bye!” With that he hung up the call and slid back under the covers with you, smiling as you unconsciously moved to be closer to him. He wishes he could paint how happy you made him feel, but the sketch books filled with drawings of you when you didn’t know he was watching would have to do. He couldn’t capture every moment with you on canvas but he could live it, which was better in the end.

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Staring at the text, long after midnight, though you couldn't blame Hyunjin — it had been ages he had last seen you, had last lay hands on you, put his lips on your own. Far too long for your own liking too, if you were honest, though you carried far too much pride to admit to it, not in front of him.

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Half an hour later you found yourself on your knees before him, having been pulled by his body, by the strings of his heart far too close-knitted for you to be at ease with it, for you to not grow giddy, anxious for the love he bore for you — it was more than you yourself could gift him, his whole too consumed within you, too deep into the illusion of you; though you would try to give him more than you were capable of, would love him harder than it was in your ability. For his sake, solely.

Hands on either of his thighs, head moving him up and down, slowly, dragging the feeling, making him into nothing but a puddle of neediness. It worked seemingly, audibly — softest whimpers filling your ears like sounds from heaven, the taste of his excitement like honey on your tongue, the sight before you one never bound to forget; lips parted, slick with your and his wetness, bitten and as red as the tip of his, disappearing into your mouth anew and anew. His hands lay by his sides, fingers drawing white with the intensity he dug them into the cushions of the sofa beneath him, head thrown back, or lulled to the side, brows a thick line, creasing in the middle. He was dishevelled, hair and himself a mess, under your mercy entirely.

Your hands accompanied your mouth, touching on every part your lips couldn't reach, Hyunjin's hips stuttering, jerking in response. Whine rolling off his tongue, frusrated and anticipating, wanting, needing. He locked gaze with you, dark eyes beneath darker lashes, hodded lids. Another whimper past him when you held the contact, when you kept eyes glued onto his, didn't back away.

"Missed you. S-so much."

Thrusting into you to accentuate statement, or simply because he had lost himself far too much to bare farther control over himself, over his body, and you hummed in response, sending vibrations, making shiver.

And three hours later, far past three o'clock, a time far too unreasonable to yet be awake, to yet find yourself at his place, in his bed his body was rocking with your own, your figure caught beneath his, his hands chasing stability against your hips, your waist, the thighs of you. Pounding into you tirelessly, though far too stimulated already, though bodies had seemingly reached limits, though neither of you seemingly minded it. Arching your back into his as he reached deeper, finding softest spot with ease, caressing and doting repeatedly, littering skin in kisses and bruises, filling room with sin, fuse the space between you in disguised love, in wishful thinking. A droplet or two of sweat rolling off Hyunjin's lips, finding your body, connecting with own exhaustion before finally you fell off the edge again, an amount uncountable by now, until Hyunjin followed in spasms and contractions, in high-pitched whimpers and deepest groans against your neck, colliding, tired.

And only hours later you would find yourself in his arms, in his bed, in his embrace, sound asleep, later scolding yourself for being swayed by his love anew though in his touch, in that moment it'd be all you need.

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Cigarettes and Cliches (Part 4)

Pairing Lee Felix x reader Word Count: 4K Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warning: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, bullying, mentions of sex and pregnancy,

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to stay away you couldn't even if it might cost you everything and leave you heartbroken you couldn't ignore him

Seungmin had driven you home with Inne holding your hand in the backseat, there was no way you wanted to be alone but there was no way that you were going to pretend to be alright either. The worried look on their faces when you came back from throwing up the contents of your stomach was etched into your brain, Felix had looked genuinely gutted that you were so hurt and while Minho gently told you that he had posted a video telling everyone what a liar Nali was and how he had literally only just met you, you knew that it was only a matter of time until you started breaking down so you had asked to go home and the boys had agreed instantly.

"I have messaged some of my friends in the legal department and they have started saving things that will help that we may have missed" Seungmin soothed his voice calm as he pulled into the garage.

"We will go with you to the police station tomorrow to report this alright?" Jeongin whispered to you unclipping your seatbelt for you.

"You don't have to this is my problem after all" you mumbled your lip quivering slightly.

"It's our problem now as soon as she said we had all slept with you it's untrue accusations about us all" Seungmin corrected softly as you made your way up to the apartment "Go get some sleep and we will start sorting it all out in the morning".

You had nodded and got straight to your bedroom not even bothering to get changed as you curled up under the blankets, cocooning yourself from the rest of the world, you looked back at your phone and you had a dozen message notifications from what appeared at least looking at the profile icon to be friends of Nali's slut shaming you and calling you every name under the sun but there were a couple of others, Minho, Hyunjin and Han had all sent friend requests and Felix had sent you a request and a message.

I'm so fucking sorry, again.

You knew he hadn't meant for this to happen, no one had anticipated something like this to happen, but it had and you just hoped it would get cleared up quickly and wouldn't leave too much lasting damage to you life. Sleep wasn't easy to come by that night and the next morning you felt, and probably looked, awful not really wanting to emerge from your room you knew you were going to need to.

"I've ordered us breakfast and I had double checked Nali has taken the video down, but she might repost it" Jeongin spoke softly as you waddled out to the couch and plopped yourself down.

"I have at least a dozen hateful messages from her friend" you sighed dejectedly.

"After we have made the report to the police we will meet with the head of the university, I rang and made an appointment for you and us this afternoon" Seungmin smiled half heartedly "If the cops can't do anything at least we might be able to get her expelled".

"Won't that make it worse?" you frowned as Jeongin placed a coffee cup between your hands.

"Don't really know to be honest" Seungmin admitted "but what do you think is worse people assuming that she was telling the truth but took it down or being expelled for bullying behaviors'?". You hummed in response sipping you coffee and trying not to think about anything the boys just watched you and when breakfast did arrive forced you to eat at least a little bit before you went to the police station together.

It had been a long, long morning of waiting in office chairs and then having to admit embarrassing details about yourself in front of strangers who looked like they pitied you or that they were bored. The police had taken the allegations of the defamation against you and the other seriously but they did send a lovely female officer in to take you to the bathroom to do a pregnancy test to prove that the allegations that you were in fact pregnant were false. You had felt humiliated that you had to admit over and over again you had only been with one guy once and that you had never had a serious boyfriend before all while Seungmin and Jeongin sat and listened. You knew they would want to talk to you about it later but you hoped that by the time you had been over it half a dozen times they wouldn't have anything left to ask.

Once you got to the head of the universities office though it seemed to go from bad to worse, sitting between Seungmin and Jeongin you weren't paying attention until you heard your name called softly.

"Are you doing alright?" Chan asked making you blink in confusion as you looked up at him, Han and Changbin who had arrived while you were staring at the floor.

"Oh yeah, I guess, I'm just tired and embarrassed you know?" you mumbled trying to smile but only achieving half of one.

"She's had to go through all her past history and then pee on a stick" Jeongin added to give them some context.

"Pee on a stick? They made you do a pregnancy test?" Minho frowned as he Hyunjin and Felix made there way down the hallway.

"Yeah, I've never done a pregnancy test so at least I've learn something" you joked humorlessly rummaging through your bad for your water bottle.

"Fucking hell" Han whistled as you took a large gulp of water before looking back at them "You're as pale as a ghost".

"Thanks" you rolled your eyes hard "Why are you all here anyway?".

"Well we thought we would add to your allegations against Nali, she's said shit about all of us" Changbin shrugged.

"Plus Felix was pretty adamant we all support you on this" Seungmin whispered softly so only you heard.

"You alright Felix?" You queried looking at him leaning against the wall furthest from you.

"Yeah, just pissed off" he smiled softly watching you nod as the receptionist called your name and you actually managed to pale further.

"Miss Choi? please follow me we can collect your friends afterwards" an older woman smiled demurely guestureing for you to follow her.

"Oh ok" you picked your bag up and followed her towards a heavy looking wooded door that she pushed open for you. Breathing out through your nose to fortify yourself you stepped into the office to see a large table with a stern looking man at the head and a secretarial looking woman beside him her lap top open and fingers poised.

"Good Afternoon Sir" you swallowed trying to keep the greeting calm "Thank you for meeting with me".

"Have a seat Miss Choi" he instructed gruffly and you sat at the opposite end of the table shuffling you bag beside you.

"It has come to my attention through a third party that there have been allegations made against you that are not true. Is this correct?" He asked briskly.

"Yes Sir" you answered as loudly as you could without your voice shaking.

"These allegations have been made in the form of a video on social media?" His voice remained hard but his face softened slightly as you sat almost quivering like a leaf.

"Yes Sir" you nodded.

"And they have been made by your former roommate which has incited others to make comment both on the video and directly to you?" he removed his glasses to wipe them with a cleaning cloth.

"Yes Sir" you stuttered.

"I see, now do you have any proof you would like to submit regarding these accusations since I assume that you are claiming them to be bullying you. he placed his glasses back on and scrutinized you "Our university has a zero tolerance stance on bullying so if you can provide evidence that these accusations are fake and have resulted in your hardship we will hold a diciplinary proceeding against the party or parties involved".

"Thank you Sir, I have a USB drive of the original video, a copy of the messages I have received since and also a copy of the report I made to the police this morning for defamation". You fished the USB from your bag and the secretary stood walking to you to collect it. "The other male students that are referred to in the video have either lodged police complaints or are here today to give their evidence as well". You smiled nervously as the video Nali had made started playing on the laptop.

"I have to ask if it is just the allegations of pregnancy or also the allegations of promiscuity that you are upset about?" He asked a little more sympathetically as he read over the messages before looking back at you.

"Both Sir, I am not pregnant and I have not been with any on the male students in question. Two of them are currently my room mates in a off campus apartment". You tried to be succinct as you answered keeping your answers as polite and professional as possible.

"I see from the report that you are in fact not pregnant so this is indeed a false allegation against you. They are cruel and down right despicable comments that have been against you after the video was made public are indeed bullying the only issue would be the allegations of promiscuity" he nodded looking at you with a blank expression.

"Sir all of the students who have been mentioned or are eluded to in the video are here in the hallway waiting to speak with you. They will all confirm what I have told you" you smiled hopefully.

"Alright I will consider this evidence and speak to the male students involved, you are dismissed for now Miss Choi" He stood ending the meeting and you quickly scrambled out of the meeting room and back to where you had been waiting.

"Gentlemen if you would like to follow me" the woman who had brought you in was speaking as you made your way out watching the guys all follow her, Seungmin patted your head as he passed you leading the others in with Felix at the end, his hand brushing against your fingers as he met your eyes.

You sat and waited for them, one because Seungmin was your lift home and two because you were hoping that they would give you some form of indication it was over. Chan, Han and Changbin were the first ones out and they came to sit with you reassuring you everything was going to be fine, Seungmin and Jeongin were the nest ones out smiling widely at you as they walked over to you.

"It's all done now" Jeongin smiled squeezing one of your hands.

"Where are the man whores?" Han asked looking to Seungmin for some kind of answer while Chan and Changbin snickered.

"Well they will need to explain the whole how this happened in the first place as well as confirm the other facts" Seungmin chuckled.

"I don't understand" you frowned looking between them.

"Oh we call them the man whores because....." Han started explaining to you.

"No that bit I get funnily enough" you rolled your eyes looking to Seungmin and Jeongin.

"They need to explain how this whole thing started which was Felix putting his dick in crazy, then Hyunjin put his dick in the same crazy and then Minho did exactly the same thing then they repeated the cycle" Changbin answered for them looking frustrated.

"Right" you muttered still frowning.

"Sorry that was cruel wasn't it, I'm just pissed that this even happened" he apologized almost instantly.

"It's ok, I get it" you nodded slowly.

"Should we go get something to eat? When did you last eat?" Chan asked looking at you kindly.

"I could definitely eat" you smiled at him "but shouldn't we wait for the man whores?"

"Part of me is totally in love with you for calling them that" Han laughed loudly.

"Well it's easier than using their individual names" you giggled halfheartedly

"I'll text them to let them know where we are" Seungmin grinned at you offering his hand to pull you up from the chair you had been perched in.

"I know a great bbq place" Changbin beamed his eyes lighting up.

"Of course you do big boy" Chan laughed clapping his shoulder as they lead the way out to the street and towards the reasturant.

"It's a couple of blocks off campus, you will love it" Changbin winked at you confidently.

"I have great faith in your tastebuds" you teased following behind with Han while Seungmin and Jeongin walked a few steps behind you, making you realize they were creating a little buffer zone around you to keep you comfortable but also make you feel protected. You caught a few people look at you but you tried to ignore it until Changbin puffed up his chest in front of you obviously staring someone down.

"Guy's, it's ok" You mumbled feeling uneasy.

"If we can make them fuck off we will" Chan reassured you "Besides in a few days they will all know what has happened anyway, she will have been kicked out and her friend disciplined so it will show them its untrue". Chan held the door of the restaurant open for you to step into you saw it was almost empty.

"It's probably late for lunch but who cares" Changbin stated walking over to the counter to speak with the owner like he knew him.

"I've told the others where we are they will probably join us later" Seungmin confirmed ushering you into a seat at the corner of the booth the furthest from the entrance and anyone who might come in. Changbin had not been wrong the food was really very good even if you were not allowed to get anything yourself and were just being fed by Seungmin, Han and Jeongin the whole time which Chan cooked the various meats they had ordered.

"You know I am able to feed myself" you whined as Han held another mouthful out for you.

"Yeah we know, but it's been a shitty day so let us help" Jeongin teased playfully as you sighed and took the food from Han.

"So this is where you are hiding out" Hyunjin's voice floated over to you as your eyes darted past him to meet Felix's, he still looked annoyed but less so which made you feel better.

"Sit there is still stuff coming out, Changbin ordered a whole cow apparently" Seungmin joked cutting up more meat for everyone.

"Did it go alright?" Chan quizzed them quietly.

"You mean besides the short lecture about our terrible behavior with the opposite sex?" Minho groaned dramatically.

"Yes besides that" Chan sighed sarcastically.

"Good actually, we all confirmed that everything she had said was a lie and Minho gave them a copy of the video he made in response" Hyunjin shrugged.

"Decision should be quick" Felix agreed quietly.

"Oh it should be done today if the amount of evidence is anything to go by" Minho announced making you smile.

"Thank you" you interrupted them all "Really you have done so much more than you had to for me".

"Don't be dumb, of course we were going to defend you" Seungmin started smirking "Because why would any of us want...".

"If you finish that sentence I will put bleach in your shampoo" you pointed at him glaring.

"He is right though, of course we would defend you" Jeongin smiled "You're our roomie and friend you are stuck with us" he held out another mouthful for you.

"Lucky me" you muttered taking the food begrudgingly making the others laugh and Felix smile, watching a smile light up his face made your heart ache and you didn't like it you already had had enough drama for a whole year and it wasn't even the semester break yet.

The following few days passed quickly with your lectures, that you had taken to sitting way in the back so no one would notice you, and the time you had been given off work after your boss had been made aware of the bullying you were going through, you found yourself in a sort of blur. The time from work had given you a chance to totally catch up on all your assignments and studies which you were grateful for but the looks people were giving you were making you want to hide anytime you left the apartment. Seungmin and Jeongin had been incredibly sweet running errands for you and asking the others to check in on you if they had long days of classes. But you were stuck in not only the limbo of not knowing when a decision by the university was going to be made but also Felix. Crushes were always so flippant you knew this, but after all the bullshit that had happened you still felt something that was different for Felix, which scared you more than you wanted to admit. You liked that during the movie night he had touched you in a really innocent way, you liked that he had stayed beside your bed to make you feel safe after he and the others had scared you, hell you had even liked when he had come to speak to you alone in Chan's room. You were feeling something you hadn't had experience with and it was starting to frighten you since there was no way Felix saw you that way he seemed to honestly just want to befriend you, and that actually hurt a little bit.

The lobby door buzzer went off confusing you since the delivery guy had already dropped off the parcels that Seungmin and Jeongin had ordered and you hadn't ordered in deciding you would just eat left overs, still you went to answer it not expecting much.

"Hello?" you called waiting for the person to appear on camera or speak.

"Hey, Seung said they were out today and I thought you might be hungry" Felix replied holding up a bakery bag to the camera.

"Oh thank you, come up" you stuttered pressing the button to give him entry to the building. This would be the first time you were actually alone with Felix in private, outside of the few minutes at Chan's, and you felt butterflies erupt inside you as you waited by the door to let him in. He knocked and you couldn't stop yourself from opening the door almost alarmingly fast.

"Hey" Felix smiled as you stepped aside to let him in "How have you been?"

"Alright I guess, I'm not enjoying the waiting for a decision that should have been easy" you admitted as he slipped his shoes off and followed you up the hallway "you?".

"Oh yeah I'm fine, everyone already thinks so lowly of me anyway it doesn't matter, I'm still pissed that you were dragged into this though" his smile turned sad as he spoke and for the first time since you let him in you actually noticed he was back in a hoodie and jeans with a baseball cap stuffed into one of the pockets.

"I don't think lowly of you Felix" you frowned "I think you're actually really decent and kind".

"Really? I thought you didn't really like me all that much" he joked halfheartedly "I went by your work and they said you were off and they didn't know when you would be back"

"My boss gave me time off after some of Nali's friends showed up and were overheard planning to throw hot drinks on me" you shrugged as you you opened the bag and found fresh pastries sitting neatly in a large box.

"They were going to actually hurt you? Fucking hell" Felix looked furious again and started pacing but you caught him on the second pass, your hand tightly holding his wrist.

"Felix I'm fine and they reported it to the police" You sighed looking at his face as it slowly softened your hand still holding his bare wrist.

"Sorry, it just makes me so angry that they would go after you. You would never do what they are saying you have" he said after taking a deep breath "I feel like I need to protect you from it but I haven't done a very good job".

"It isn't your fault and you have protected me, you spoke to the head of the university, I have seen what you, Hyunjin and Minho have been posting in my defense" You admitted shyly biting your lip and looking up at him through your lashes "I can't thank you enough for it".

"You're too pretty when you look at me like that" he murmured so quietly you almost didn't hear him while she stepped a little closer to you.

"Huh?" you tilted your head slightly confused and sure you had misheard him. He was standing so close to you our chests were almost touching but you didn't mind you liked being near him. The hand that was not in your grasp moved upwards slowly, as you continued to watch him, giving you time to stop him or step back his warm palm eventually moving to cup your face before he cautiously lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours. His soft smooth lips moving against made you melt into him kissing his back tentatively.

"Shit, I'm sorry" he whispered against your lips "I couldn't resist" his lips pressing against yours again slightly harder as his hand slid from your cheek into your hair. You grabbed a handful of his hoodie pressing yourself against him slightly until the front door opened and you pulled away quickly eyes wide.

"Hey, were back" Jeongin yelled down the hall his door opening closing behind his as Seungmin continued down the hallway.

"Felix? what the fuck are you doing here?" Seungmin grinned almost knowingly.

"He bought pastries" You answered quickly hiding your face by looking into the bag.

"Thought since the others were checking in I would too" Felix shrugged not showing an ounce of embarrassment on his face.

"Can you get some plates please Seung" you looked up at him knowing that your face was probably still going to give you away but you couldn't hide from him.

"Course, I'll call Innie too" Seungmin smirked walking back up the hall to fetch your third roommate.

"I'm not sorry I kissed you" Felix whispered tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I'm glad you're not" you breathed feeling a little dizzy from how many emotions were tearing through you.

"We should do that again some time" he smiled genuinely looking into your eyes while you nodded getting shy all over again.

"Since when have you ever rocked up with food?" Jeongin scoffed as he walked into the kitchen.

"Since a couple of bitches decided they were going to assault her when she next went to work" Felix frowned "I thought the least I can do in my never ending apology is buy food she likes".

"Hold one assault you?" Seungmin snapped his head towards you "You said your boss was worried you might get bullied not that people were going to actually hurt you".

"It's been reported to the police and I'm not sure they were actually going to pour hot drinks on me" you shrugged as Jeongin put the plates down with a thud "It didn't happen so I didn't bring it up".

"Thanks for looking out for her Felix" Jeongin sighed smiling at him as he spoke.

"Well it is all kind of my fault isn't it?" Felix shrugged as you put a pastry on each plate.

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Painting you

Hwang Hyunjin/Curvy!F!Reader Summary: You had a crush on Hyunjin for a long time. However, your insecurities kept you from doing something about it. What happens when you end up being Hyunjin’s art model? Warnings: college!au, art major!Hyunjin, acquaintances to lovers, insecurities, anxiety, nudity, fluff, angst Word count: 4k+

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You really believed this could be a good idea.

You couldn't be more wrong.

When your best friend Kaya came up with modeling for the art majors as a side gig, you weren't really thrilled about it but she made some really good points about why you should take it.

First of all, the money was surprisingly good and you really needed that if you wanted to go on that summer road trip together.

Second of all, she assured you you'll be working in pairs so you wouldn't have to stand there in front of a room full of people, which gave you comfort.

And third of all, you could actually get a few credits for participating in it, which is something you always welcomed with open arms.

You probably had to be too sleep-deprived and high on caffeine that you actually agreed to it, because standing here now, face to face with Hwang Hyunjin, the Hwang Hyunjin, you're sure this was the worst idea you've ever had in your entire life.

"So- Uhm- how do you picture this going?" You ask nervously, watching Hyunjin as he prepares his tools thoroughly, your eyes glued to his angelic face.

You know Hyunjin for years now. You two come from the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, and somehow ended up attending the same university even though both of you study completely different majors. You two were never more than acquaintances, greeting each other in passing but never really engaging in conversation. Maybe it's because both of you are rather shy, maybe it's the fact you never really had a proper chance to talk, or maybe it's because you get really nervous in his presence ever since that incident in high school.

It was a cruel joke from one of your former friends. She knew you had a crush on Hyunjin, but what you didn't know was that she had eyes on him too, like half of your school always did. Being braver than you, she actually befriended the boy and for a while, you two and your other friend Nina used to sit at the table with him and his group of friends. You don't know why she did what she did. But it sure gave you nightmares for years and hurt your self-esteem more than you're willing to admit. It actually made you avoid Hyunjin for the rest of your high school years, hoping you could outrun him forever. But it seemed like luck was not on your side when you chose to go to the closest university to your hometown just to meet with him again. The feelings you had for him never really dissipated, but what once used to be sweet now had a bitter taste because every time you looked at him, you were reminded of the embarrassment your so-called friend put you through.

"I have a thing in mind. Only if you agree though," he states, looking up from his easel, his pretty brown eyes meeting yours and you fight the urge to look away.

"What is it?" You ask softly, hands fidgeting with the hem of your oversized t-shirt.

"I wanted to paint a nude. Not full, just decently exposed. I- I understand if you are not up for that. I can come up with something else of course," he states and you're not sure if it's the doing of the last beams of the setting sun or something else, but you could swear his cheeks darkened a bit. You feel your own face heat up as his words settle in and you realize what he's actually asking of you. This can't be real. What are you supposed to say? Are you really about to do this?

"Uhm- how much exposed exactly?" You ask, your heart thrumming anxiously in your chest.

"I have a picture as an inspiration. Wait a minute," he says, his long fingers covered in rings fishing out his phone from the pocket of his dark jeans. You wait patiently until he finally finds what he was looking for before he closes the distance between the two of you and hands you the phone. You take it carefully, your eyes widening a little as you gaze at the picture in front of you.

You think you saw it before, it's a beautiful piece for sure. There's a woman, laying on her side with her back turned to the painter, her naked figure contrasting with the red sheets, a white blanket covering a part of her bum.

You tear your eyes from the screen and look up at Hyunjin, his gaze already settled on you.

"A-are you sure I'm the right person for this? I mean- you know- I'm not exactly-," you cut yourself off, feeling the embarrassment crawling into your veins, making another wave of heat flood your face.

"What do you mean?" Hyunjin asks, looking at you genuinely confused.

"Well, I don't think I'm exactly a nude painting material," you explain, capturing your lower lip between your teeth. Hyunjin chuckles lightly and you give him a puzzled look.

"I think everyone is a nude painting material. Especially you," he says softly, almost bashfully, before he takes his phone back from you and heads back to his easel, leaving you frozen to the spot with lips parted in shock. Did you hear him right?

"So? Will you do it?" He asks, his melodic voice snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Will it be like that painting?" You question and he nods.

"Yep. A little different but the position is the same, don't worry," he states, a small smile on his lips as if to assure you. You hesitate for a moment before you exhale longly.

"Fine, I'll do it," you murmur, making Hyunjin straighten slightly at your words, his eyes finding yours as if looking for confirmation and you give him a nod.

"Good. Great. I-I'll get ready then," he states softly, turning his back to you and you realize that might be a sign for you to get ready too.

"Uhm- Hyunjin?" You murmur and he immediately snaps his head back to you.

"Yeah?"

"Could you give me some- like a blanket or something? So I can like- cover?" You ask nervously.

You can feel your thoughts racing as it seems like your brain finally caught up on what's about you happen and you realize you're really about to be completely naked in front of a boy you had a crush on ever since you knew what that word meant.

"Yeah, sure. Sorry. I- I have this here," he states, leaning down to his bag just to pull out a huge black shirt, which surely belongs to him.

"Here. I'll exchange it for something different once you're settled," Hyunjin says, handing it to you, his cheeks dusted with blush and you manage an anxious smile.

"You can change behind those curtains and I'll get the sofa ready," he promises and you nod, again staying silent because you really need a moment to process it all. Is this really happening? Is this a hallucination? Or a dream? Maybe a nightmare? Who knows.

A warm hand lightly squeezing your arm brings you out of your head, your eyes meeting Hyunjin's.

"Hey, if you don't feel like doing it, you can always say no. I understand. No need to push yourself, okay?" He says gently, his deep brown eyes searching yours as if looking for any cry for help, but you find yourself smiling softly instead as the wild thrumming of your heart fades into the background, your gaze fixed on him.

You don't think you've ever been so close to him. You take the opportunity to subtly admire his features, so soft yet slipping into sharp edges, plush lips, pretty brown eyes, a few moles peppered over his face. He truly might be the most beautiful man you've ever met.

"No, I trust you," you find yourself saying like in trance, your heart jumping as Hyunjin smiles, his whole face brightening.

"Good. Go ahead then. I don't want to keep you here for long. I'll need to make just a quick sketch today," he states, the warmth of his touch dissipating as he pulls away and heads to the sofa in the corner to push it closer to his easel.

"Okay," you murmur, collecting yourself and clutching the dark shirt closer to your chest as you force yourself to get going too.

You walk to the curtains at the side that are hiding a little storage room, your heartbeat echoing in your ears like a thunderstorm as you pull it to the side and slip inside.

You put his shirt down, checking that the curtains are actually closed as if you won't be laying there in front of Hyunjin almost naked in a few minutes. You take a deep breath, letting the air out through your nose in a desperate attempt to get a grip on your nerves.

He said you can say no anytime, that you shouldn't push yourself. You can always back out of this. You should just give it a try and if it makes you uncomfortable, you'll tell him. It's okay.

You keep repeating this to yourself, again and again, trying to calm yourself down as you slowly strip until all that's left on you is your underwear. You decide to leave your panties on, since your butt will be covered anyways, adding your bra to the pile of your clothes now proudly sitting on top of an old blue chair.

You feel goosebumps raising on your skin, the coolness of the atelier really getting to you now. You grab Hyunjin's shirt and wrap it around your half-naked form, the soft material shielding you from the lower temperatures as you pull it closer to your body. Your lungs fill with air and your tummy turns into butterflies. The smell of mint, cologne, and something much subtler and gentler, something you identify as just Hyunjin, makes you feel lightheaded. You instinctively bring the collar of the shirt to your nose, bathing in his scent.

That is until you frown at yourself softly, huffing and shaking your head. You're beginning to act like a weirdo.

Enough is enough. It's time to face your fate.

You make sure none of your intimate parts stick out of Hyunjin's huge shirt before you pull away the curtains and step out of the old storage, feeling as if you were walking yourself to your own execution. This is ridiculous.

Your eyes meet Hyunjin's, your cheeks burning as you notice his gaze traveling down your body and back up only for his handsome face to flush a shade darker as he looks away shyly, your chest beginning to feel too tight to breathe.

"So should I just- uh- lay down?" You offer, desperately trying to somehow make the suffocating atmosphere in the room a little easier and failing terribly.

"Y-yeah! I- I have this thing here to exchange for the shirt. I'll need to arrange you a bit too if you don't mind," he states, biting on his lower lip and you give him a small smile, shaking your head.

You cross the distance to reach the little sofa and you actually come to a halt, thinking through how exactly are you about to do this, while you can hear Hyunjin rummaging through his stuff in the background.

Should you take the shirt off first and lay down or do it the opposite way?

You feel your cheeks burn when you're once again reminded of how bare you'd be in front of him but you decide to push against your insecurities and worries and you simply slip his big shirt off, covering your boobs with your hands before you carefully climb on the sofa, laying down with your back turned to him. The only thing that's left to cover you right now is your simple black high-waisted panties, your skin breaking into goosebumps at the coolness of the room, and your anxiety reaching its peak as you hear Hyunjin's footsteps approaching you.

"Could you- Uhm- take off the rest too?" His melodic voice echoes through the room and you stiffen. You look at him over your shoulder just to find his back turned to you, graciously giving you enough privacy.

"Y-yeah, sure," you murmur, tugging your panties down with your clammy hands just to let them fall on the ground next to the sofa, a shaky breath leaving you in the process.

"Done," you exclaim so Hyunjin can turn around, your hands returning to their position over your breasts.

"Okay. I-I'll cover you with this now," he announces, and you hum, your cheeks burning when you feel him standing right beside you.

He gently lays the soft material over you and you can't help but tilt your head to look at it. Your eyes widen comically at what you're met with. You thought he might use something made of velvet or sateen but no. He just dropped a long piece of red chiffon over your bum, leaving the outlines of your curves perfectly visible through it.

"You think this is a good idea?" You dare to ask, looking up so your eyes meet Hyunjin's, and boy, is he blushing. Through your own nervousness and anxiety, you completely failed to notice what this whole thing does to Hyunjin. He seems beyond flustered, his cheek painted a pretty shade of pink, his hands fidgety and his eyes never staying in one place too long, until they settle on your face.

"W-why wouldn't it?" His eyebrows furrow a little at your question and you feel yourself growing hot from embarrassment.

"Well, as I said- I'm not sure- I'm not sure people would like to see this," you murmur, gesturing with your fingers towards your body and Hyunjin's gaze follows the movement before his eyes promptly return to yours.

"What do you mean, Y/N?" He asks softly. The way he says your name, probably for the first time today, makes your heart flutter but you can't focus on that enough, your mind stuck on the issue at hand. Which is explaining your insecurities to your crush. Great, right?

You turn your head back forward, facing the backrest of the sofa and you squeeze your eyes shut before you let it out, the thing that's been on your mind from the very beginning.

"Uhm- you know- this. Like- my- my curves and fat and all of that," you whisper the last part, too afraid to voice it.

An eerie silence settles in the room and you don't dare to look up at Hyunjin to find out what he thinks, your eyes still shut, your eyebrows furrowed while you scold yourself for saying all of it. You just made him uncomfortable, for sure. What is he supposed to say to this? You didn't mean to make him feel like he has to comfort you and you definitely don't want him to pity you. You're such an idiot.

"You're so wrong, Y/Nie," he murmurs and your heart skips a beat at that.

"I- I know this might sound weird and I can assure you it's not but- I- I picked you exactly for those reasons," he states, and this time you do face him, your eyes wide in surprise.

"What?" You breathe out and it's Hyunjin's turn to look away.

"We- we all could pick a model if we wanted and I- I picked you," he admits and you can't help but stare at him in stunned silence for a second. You thought the pairs were completely random and the universe just hates you so you ended up with Hyunjin but this?

"Because I'm curvy?" You ask, unsure if you're getting it right but then he nods.

"You- you have no idea how beautiful you're to me, Y/N. When I saw your name on the list, I knew I wanted to paint you, to hopefully show you through the painting how pretty you are. I know how this whole thing sounds and I'm sorry. I can assure you I'm not- this is not-," he sighs, running his hand over his face in frustration. You watch him for a second before you scoff softly, the sound apparently tearing Hyunjin from his inner turmoil and his eyes finally meet yours again.

"What?" He murmurs and you smile.

"Nothing, I just-," you pause, sitting up and pulling the chiffon closer to cover your boobs too, before you face him again, his cheeks even darker than before.

"I'm the one sitting here naked in front of you but you're the one who's completely flustered," you state. Hyunjin stares at you for a minute before he chuckles, shaking his head as an amused smile settles on his plush lips.

You would lie if you said his little confession didn't have a certain effect on you too, your racing heart and warm cheeks being proof of it.

"I'm sorry. I just- I like you for a while now but- you always avoided me so I thought- you know," he states, shrugging his broad shoulders.

Now that catches you by surprise. You stare at him with your lips parted, not sure if you heard him right.

"You do what?" You ask, feeling like your head might just burst from all the chaotic thoughts that swirl through you at the moment. You lived through years of thinking that you're the last person Hwang Hyunjin would ever want to have anything to do with and here you're now, having the very same boy confess to you that he's had a crush on you too. What is this?

"I like you. I like you a lot," he states, his eyes glued to the ground.

You can feel your heart thrum in your chest wildly as you still fail to acknowledge that this whole thing is real and not just some fever dream.

"Are you sure?" You murmur, not able to believe it.

"Of course, I am, Y/N," he states without hesitation.

"Even after what Lea did in high school?" You ask and Hyunjin lifts his head to face you, his eyes meeting yours.

You feel like it was yesterday. You sat at the table with Hyunjin and his friends like you usually did during lunchtime. It was mainly Lea talking since she was one of the more extroverted people in the group but you didn't really mind that and neither seem the others. You were minding your own business, munching on your toast when Hyunjin spoke to you for what might've been the first time in ages except for the usual greeting. You don't remember what you guys talked about but you vividly remember what happened once Lea noticed.

She leaned towards Hyunjin, resting her head on her palm and she whispered to him sweetly:

"Did you know Y/Nie has a crush on you? I've told her it's not gonna lead anywhere because- you know. Look at her. You two together? That would be ridiculous."

And you knew exactly what she meant by that. While Hyunjin was always the handsome boy all the girls and many boys were crushing on, you were the last one to be noticed, the chubby girl in the back of the class the boys didn't spare a glance to.

You ran away from the table in tears which only made the whole thing worse because others saw it and it soon spread through the whole school, turning your days into a living nightmare.

And since that day, you avoided Hwang Hyunjin like a plague, even though your heart never really stopped beating for him.

"Y/Nie, I-I'm so sorry about that. I wanted to apologize to you many times but you always kept your distance so I- I thought you kinda hated me," he admits and you sigh, biting on your lower lip to hold back from getting too emotional.

"It's not your place to apologize for it, Hyunjin. You did nothing wrong," you state.

"Then why did you avoid me?" He asks, voice soft and quiet.

"Because I was too embarrassed to look at you. The whole school was laughing at me," you whisper, your eyes getting itchy and so you squeeze them shut, hugging yourself tightly.

That is until you feel the sofa dip next to you and a soft hand takes yours in it, intervening your fingers. You face Hyunjin with teary eyes, finding concern mirroring in his own.

"I never laughed at you, Y/N. What Lea said was a bunch of bullshit. I liked you too back then. That's the reason I let Lea sit with us at the table because she brought you along. That day I finally got enough courage to talk to you and she- she ruined it all," he murmurs and you stare at him in shock once again.

"You liked me?" You repeat and he nods.

"Of course, I did. You're the girl who helped me tie my shoelaces and found my dog when he ran away," he states as if that would resolve everything. Hyunjin apparently noticed the puzzled expression on your face and so he starts explaining.

"When we were in preschool, I was one of the last kids to know how to tie my shoelaces. Others laughed at me but you didn't. You helped me every time you saw me struggling. I'm sure you don't even remember but it meant a lot to me. The same goes for when you found Kkomi. He was lost for days and I was really losing hope to ever see him again but then you showed up with him in your arms at our doorstep. You always showed me nothing but kindness and I- I failed to give that back to you, to protect you from all the bad stuff you didn't deserve. I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispers, looking down at your joint hands and you squeeze his a little tighter, a small smile settling on your lips.

"It's okay, Jinnie. It wasn't your fault. None of it. I just- after what Lea did I was struggling a lot with self-perception and everything and I just needed time to heal. I never stopped liking you though," you admit, and Hyunjin snaps his head up to face you, eyes widened in surprise and you giggle softly at how cute he looks like that.

"You- you like me too?" He assures and you nod.

"I do. A lot," you murmur, letting go of his hand just to cup his cheek, your eyes glued to his.

If someone told you this morning that you'll end up confessing to each other with Hyunjin while you'll sit in front of him half naked, you'd thought they're hallucinating. But being here right now, it sure feels right.

"Can I- can I kiss you?" He asks and you grin, nodding your head.

Hyunjin doesn't need any further encouragement to close the small distance between the two of you, his soft lips meeting yours and you melt. One of his hands cups your cheek while the other one settles at the soft curve of your waist, pulling you closer to him, while his lips shyly explore yours. You let him take the lead, your hand slipping down to his neck so you can run your fingers into his golden hair and tug lightly, making Hyunjin hum into the kiss, your body turning hot.

"I promise I'll never let anyone make you feel like you're not enough," he murmurs once you pull away, his eyes finding yours and you smile softly.

"Thank you," you murmur, leaning up to peck his lips, making him smile too, his thumb stroking the side of your face lovingly.

"Shouldn't we get back to the business?" You ask softly, searching for the answer in his pretty brown eyes and he chuckles.

"I don't think I want to," he states, smirking slightly before his lips captured yours once again, this time with much more passion and you do your best to contain the grin that wanted to creep to your lips as you cling to him.

You're sure you haven't felt this happy in a really long time. Hopefully, the euphoric feeling is here to stay. And so is Hyunjin.

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A/N: Hey there! I had this fic in my unfinished business for too long and today I finally managed to put it all together. This is for all my curvy/chubby queens out there, I love you, you're gorgeous, keep rocking! luv uuuuuu