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furioussheepluminary · 2 months ago

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𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬

Pairing: hyunjin x artist!afab!reader, established relationship, nonidol!au

Synopsis: on a vacation in France, he wants you to paint him like one of your French guys. That's it.

Warnings: he's French ladies, fluff, crack, jealousy, kisses, mini translations, anything else??

A/n: inspired from a Timotheè fic i wouldve tagged if i remebered who wrote it😩 just a smol somthing to keep you seated for the next one ^_^ if you have extra eyes for errors, no you don't

The Parisian afternoon sun filters through the sheer curtains of your hotel room, painting everything in warm gold. Outside, the city hums with life with the distant murmur of pedestrians, the occasional honk of a car, and the faint melody of an accordion drifting from the street below. Inside, the world is quiet, save for the steady strokes of your paintbrush against the canvas. Hyunjin lounges across the bed, sprawled dramatically against the pillows, his bare arms resting above his head. His hair is tousled from earlier, strands falling messily over his forehead. He’s perfectly still for once, watching you with those deep brown eyes as you work.

You had been painting for as long as you could remember ever since your tiny hands first wrapped around a crayon and dragged it across the walls of your childhood home. It started as a quiet passion, something that filled the empty spaces of your days. The smell of paint, the weight of a brush in your fingers, the way colors bled into each other on canvas it was your world. Art school came naturally. You spent years refining your craft, sketching in quiet studios, learning the anatomy of the human form, the way light could dance across skin. You painted everyone and everything. Models in class, strangers in cafés, the fleeting expressions of people who would never know they had been captured forever in your sketchbook.

And then you met him.

It had been at an art gallery, one of those small, intimate ones where the wine was cheap, and the conversations were deep. You had been showcasing a few pieces, standing off to the side as people murmured about your work. Hyunjin had walked in like a storm. Tall, striking, impossibly beautiful—yet somehow looking like he had stumbled in by accident. His blue-streaked hair then was tied back messily, his black sweater slightly oversized, sleeves swallowing his hands. He had wandered through the gallery with genuine curiosity, pausing longer at certain pieces, his brows furrowed in thought.

And then he had stopped in front of yours. For a long moment, he just stared. His eyes traced the brushstrokes, the way you had captured emotion in color. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. You had watched, intrigued, until finally, you had walked up beside him.

"You’re looking at it like you’re trying to solve a puzzle,” you had teased.

Hyunjin had turned, his gaze flickering to you. His face had been unreadable for a second then he had smiled, slow and warm. "Because it feels like one."

You had tilted your head. "What do you mean?" He had looked back at the painting. "I don’t know. It’s like... I feel something when I look at it, but I don’t know what."

That had been the moment. The thing that set it all into motion. Because most people had complimented your technique, your colors, your details. But Hyunjin? He had felt your art.

You had talked for hours that night. First about your painting, then about everything else. You learned he was a dancer, a poet in movement. He learned that your hands were always stained with charcoal and paint. You had debated over whether art should be realistic or emotional, whether love was more like a painting or a song.

By the time the gallery was closing, he had looked at you with that same quiet intensity and asked, “Can I see more?” And from that night on, he never stopped wanting to see more.

Your relationship had been a masterpiece in itself actually, messy, beautiful, layered with meaning. Hyunjin had become your biggest admirer, your loudest supporter. He would sit for hours in your tiny studio, watching you paint, hands tucked under his chin like an eager child. He would steal your sketchbooks, flipping through them with an awed grin. He would press soft kisses to your paint-smudged fingers, whispering, "These hands create magic."

And now, here you were.

Paris.

A vacation you had both dreamed of for years. The city of art, of love, of stolen kisses on cobblestone streets. You had spent the past week wandering museums, sketching strangers in cafés, getting lost in the golden light of the Seine. And today, you had decided to paint him.

For the past twenty minutes, he hasn’t said a word, which is both a miracle and highly suspicious. You glance up, already expecting trouble. Sure enough, a playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

Then, with a slow stretch and a teasing lilt to his voice, he finally speaks.

"Mon amour," he drawls, lazy and deliberate, "ensure that you paint me like one of your French guys."

Your brush stills mid-stroke. “Guys?”

He nods sagely. “The ones you painted before me.” A slow smirk spreads across your lips. “Are you jealous of them?”

Hyunjin scoffs, sitting up slightly as he rests on his elbows. "Jealous? Moi?" His hand flies to his chest as if you've personally offended him. "I am simply curious about these other men you’ve spent hours painting." You bite back a laugh. “I painted models in my classes back home,” you answer smoothly, dipping your brush into a deeper shade of blue. “And I took a few commissions. It’s not a big deal.”

Hyunjin flops back onto the bed dramatically. “Impossible!” He presses a hand over his forehead like a lovesick nobleman. "So, you have painted other men."

You hum, amused. “I have.” His eyes narrow. “And did you look at them the way you’re looking at me now?”

You pause for effect. “Hmm… some of them were very handsome—” His betrayal is instant. “Pardon?!” You barely hold in your laughter. "Well, they were models. Tall, good bone structure—"

"You’re lying!" Hyunjin pushes himself up, shaking his head. “I cannot believe I’m just now learning about this.”

You smirk, swirling your brush in the paint. “Maybe I just didn’t think you needed to know.” He gasps, dramatically clutching his heart. “You hid this from me?”

“You never asked.”

“Oh, so I had to ask?!”

“Clearly.”

His lips part in mock offense before he suddenly lunges forward, swiping for your paintbrush. You yelp, jerking it out of reach just in time. “Oh, you wanna fight?” you tease, backing away. Hyunjin grins wickedly. “If I win, you have to swear on your paint-stained soul that none of those men mattered.”

You snort. “Oh, please, you’d lose.”

That’s all it takes for him to pounce. One second, you’re sitting upright, and the next, Hyunjin is wrestling the paintbrush from your grasp, laughing as you squirm under him. His hands are gentle but persistent, fingers wrapping around your wrist as you try to keep the brush away.

“Give it!” he demands.

“Never!”

“Give it, mon artiste!” my artist!

“No!”

He shifts, pinning you back against the bed, his long fingers finally prying the brush from your grip. With a triumphant grin, he holds it high above his head.

“I win,” he declares smugly.

You huff, still breathless from laughing. “Okay, okay, you win.” Hyunjin smirks down at you, but something in his gaze softens. He’s still hovering over you, his body warm and close, his breath fanning over your skin. His fingers brush over your cheek, slow and reverent. “I don’t actually care about those guys,” he murmurs, his voice quieter now. “Because I know no one else has ever looked at you the way I do.”

Your chest tightens.

“And how’s that?” you whisper. He tilts his head, eyes flickering between yours.

“Like you’re the only real masterpiece that ever mattered,” he says softly.

Your breath catches, and before you can respond, he dips his head, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is slow, deep, like he’s taking his time memorizing every second. His fingers trail down your arm, warm and reassuring, as he shifts to hold you closer. You melt into him, hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, tugging lightly. He groans softly, pressing even closer, his body flush against yours. When he finally pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, his breath slightly uneven.

“Je t’aime tellement,” I love you so much he murmurs, his lips brushing over the corner of your mouth. Your heart swells, and you smile, tracing his jawline with your fingers.

“Je t’aime aussi, mon amour.” I love you too, my love.

Hyunjin sighs contentedly, burying his face into your neck. “Good. Now promise me I’m the only one you’ll ever paint from now on.”

You laugh. “I’m an artist, love. I can’t promise that.” He pulls back, lips pursing. “Then I’ll just have to be the best muse you’ve ever had.”

You grin. “Oh, you already are.”

He beams, eyes twinkling with satisfaction, before pulling you back into his arms.

“Now can you let me finish?”

Sure, you’d spent years painting strangers. But Hyunjin?

Hyunjin would always be your favorite work of art.

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milkteabinniechan · 1 year ago

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✧*⁠。 ice breaker - bang chan+hyunjin

chapter two ✧⁠*⁠。

pairing:bf! bangchan+hyunjin threesome x afab reader

this is an ongoing series. It is recommended to read chapter one first!

warnings: mentions of cockwarming, lots of kissing, smut smut smut

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“Dare or dare?” Chan positioned himself across from Hyunjin. Waiting for a response. He leaned back in his chair, lifting his hips while his shirt rose slightly. Hyunjin watched Chan’s movements, his eyes tracing his stomach and the happy trail of hair that was leading down to his sweatpants.

“Are you serious?” Hyunjin finally spoke. “Don’t you mean truth or dare?”

You and Chan were drunk one night, just a few weeks ago. But you could still remember dare or dare. It was a stupid joke you had made, that regular truth or dare wasn’t enough fun, too basic. So you had asked him “dare or dare?” which led to some very hot, sweaty, unforgettable sex. You had both tried new things that night, it was incredible. One memorable moment being Chan’s cockwarming sleeve as he so lovingly called it. You had sat so well for him that night. Unmoving, waiting for your next command. He had noticed how well you responded to taking orders like that.

“Nope. I mean dare or dare.” Chan’s deep voice cut through your flashback and you were right back in the living room. You flared your eyes at Chan. What was he thinking? He flashed a smile back at you. Then at Hyunjin, who still looked confused. His mouth slightly opened, unsure of what to say next.

Suddenly you sat up and cleared your throat, turning your body toward your mischievous boyfriend. “Why don’t you go first, hot shot?” your eyebrow arched. Chan chuckled and nodded. “Alright, princess. Give me something good.” His confidence spilling out into the room, it was infectious. Both you and Hyunjin felt it, and it always felt good.

“I dare you to..” your eyes scanned the living room. You could make him eat something, or drink something gross, or.. Your thighs squeezed together. You knew what you wanted him to do, but would he actually do it? There was only one way to find out.

“I dare you to kiss someone.” you hesitated for a response. Hoping you didn’t cross a line.

“Well, that’s boring. He’s obviously going to kiss his girlfriend.” Hyunjin huffed. “You should have made him drink hot sauce or something.”

Chan flashed his eyes back to Hyunjin. “What makes you think I would kiss her? She said kiss someone.”

Hyunjin’s eyes grew wide. You could feel your heart picking up pace again. Ba- dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. The sound was in your ears now. You watched as Hyunjin shuffled and squirmed in his seat. No one speaking for what felt like an eternity. Finally, chan turned toward you, his large hand already cradeling your lower jaw, lips pressed against yours. Your face growing red at the thought of Hyunjin watching. Chan’s tongue slowly snaked its way inside your mouth. Your lips parting, you craned your neck and pushed your tongue against his. Your eyes fluttered shut, for a moment forgetting where you were. Eventually, Chan pulled back from your mouth. Your lips plump and wet.

Hyunjin sat quiet. His own heart racing as he watched the push and pull of the two of you. Small moaning escaping your throat. He could feel himself growing harder at the sight of you. Your mouth so soft and wet. Chan’s powerful hands trailing their way from your jaw, to your neck. It only lasted a few minutes. But he couldn’t take his eyes off of either of you. Chan let out a satisfied sigh. He leaned back in his chair again. With a very obvious hard-on lining his grey sweatpants. Hyunjin tried his best not to stare, but he truly couldn’t help it. His mouth was starting to water.

“Okay, Jinnie.” Chan adjusted himself. “Dare or dare?” Hyunjin took a deep breath.

“Dare.” he responded assuredly.

“Thats the spirit. I dare you to kiss my girlfriend.” Chan smirked. “With consent of course.” he motioned toward you.

You glanced at Hyunjin. His eyes were pleading, excited. Yours were too. You could feel your heartbeat again. You nodded. Hyunjin stood from the couch and made his way to the floor where you were seated on your knees, waiting. He slowly started to move toward your mouth, his eyes watching your lips, then your eyes, then your lips again. He paused for a moment, worried he was getting tricked. He turned to look at Chan. One finally green light was all he needed. From both of you. Chan nodded, one arm relaxed casually on the back of the chair, the other resting near his groin. Hyunjin then looked at you. You smiled wide, slightly embarrassed.

Hyunjin pressed his lips gingerly into yours. His top lip landing below your top lip while his bottom lip landed flush under your bottom lip. You slowly pushed yourself into him. Giving your kiss just the slightest momentum. He let out a low groan then reciprocated with a soft push back into your open mouth. Your tongue grazed his bottom lip at first, then his teeth. He settled a hand lightly on your neck, you craned your head slightly, letting hyunjin work his tongue from your lips, to your mouth, to your tongue. The smacking noises of your lips opening and closing making your squirm where you sat. periodically lifting yourself from the floor to give yourself some much needed friction. Hyunjin was conscious of where his hands wandered. Your soft skin pulling him in, testing him. He wanted it all, he wanted everything.

Slowly, so painstakingly slowly, you both pulled your lips from each other. Somewhat out of breath. You both stared for a moment, unsure of what to say. You blink back to reality and swivel your body toward Chan. There he sat, a smile plastered on his face that suggested he had so much more than kissing on his mind.

“You’re pretty good with that mouth, Jinnie.” Chan stood and wrapped his fingers around the strings of his sweatpants. “What else can we do tonight?”

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