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Pairing : Hwang Hyunjin x F!Reader & Lee Felix x F!Reader TW : For Hyunjin : reader has a broken leg ; reader gets hit by a passenger van ; mentions of blood ; Hyunjin isn't really an asshole, he's just upset ; it's really fluffy at the end though ; For Felix : reader gets stabbed ; reader is in the hospital ; reader gets stitches ; Word Count : For Hyunjin : 2.9k For Felix : 5.8k (In total 8.7k) Request : @slayhyunjin wants the Hyunlix version of this and that is what they will get!! A/N : I hope you enjoy this and I'm sorry for making you wait so long for it : ' (( WENT ALL IN ON THE FELIX ONE! PLEASE ENJOY!!!

Hyunjin

He was on a mini tour, at least, that’s what you called it when he had to perform concerts closer to home. He was still gone, but he was in the country and it meant that he’d be home sooner which was always exciting. It was the one thing, the only thing you loved about when he went away… The moment he’d come back and it was like he had been gone for an eternity instead of just a couple months. 

You loved surprising him when he came home too, saving up all the money you made at your work to buy him little things to add to his art room. New paint sets, a new canvas, new sketch pads and pencils. Anything that would make him happy, and he always got excited over the smallest things, but seeing the way his eyes would sparkle when he saw the new materials on his desk made the wait for him worth it. 

This particular trip you had saved up enough money to buy him a brand new watercolor paint set, something that you knew he had his eyes on for a while. Luckily the art store was only a couple blocks away and you enjoyed the walk from the apartment to the shop, always stopping by the little cafe on your way there to get an iced americano, it made you feel closer to him when drinking his favorite drink and picking up his favorite things. 

Spring time was your favorite time to walk, the scents of fresh flowers blooming and new leaves budding on the trees. It also meant the occasional rain that you were always prepared for, your umbrella hanging from your wrist as you walked along fairly busy sidewalks. 

You had been in the store when it started raining, and you were planning on waiting it out close to the entrance like everyone else was, but this particular storm decided to last much longer than you had planned, so you ventured out. It’s not that the rain bothered you, it was more so that you didn’t want the set that you had bought to be potentially ruined. 

It was crazy how things can go from being so perfect so fucked in a matter of seconds. First you’re walking across the street because the crosswalk light tells you it’s okay, and the next you’re being hit by a passenger van that didn’t even have the common decency to stop and make sure you were okay. At least they didn’t continue straight through and just completely run you over. They had simply gone over your leg which was still excruciatingly painful, but it definitely could have been worse. 

Now, a lot of people might be wondering, why not call Hyunjin and let him know what happened?! And while it’s a very good question, you knew how he was. God, his heart was so big, his love for you was so strong, he’d try to get home to you so fast that he’d probably make the journey on foot if there wasn’t a flight that would get him to the nearest airport available right then and there. Not just that, but he’d stop at nothing to find whoever it was that hurt you, he’d track them down to the ends of the planet just to yell at them for hurting his love. 

He was busy, you didn’t want to bother him with the silly little accident, and what was important was the fact that somehow, by some miracle, the watercolor set had survived. After going to the hospital and getting your leg casted up and making sure that nothing else was broken during the accident, you got to go back home and place the set in the center of his desk with the giant bow on it, anticipating the moment that he finally came home and saw it. 

What you realized while trying to perfectly set up the watercolor set and make it look pretty was that it was a pain in the ass to try to walk on your cast, although the doctor had already strongly advised you not to do that… You thought that it was just a general thing he had to say to everyone. No wonder they were so hell bent on making sure you had someone at home to help you around the house the first couple of days. You couldn’t do shit. 

A surprise visit home, that’s what he was planning. He had been talking to the guys about it for a solid week, and now it was the day. He stood at the front door, taking a deep breath before letting himself in, only to be met with the apartment in such a state of disarray that he had to do a double take to make sure he was heading into the right apartment. 

Following the double take he saw you on the couch, that’s how he was 100% sure he was at the right place, but it didn’t make any sense. There were bowls of food and empty cups and take-out bags everywhere around you, and you were just laying on the couch all cozied up like you didn’t care. When he first met you, you were so organized, so clean, and not to the point of needing everything to be absolutely perfect but you surely weren’t like this. Maybe it was an act, and maybe the house looked like this every time he went on tour. The only reason it looked so clean when he came back all the other times was because he had told you he was coming. 

“It’s… It’s such a mess…” He muttered to himself as he stepped deeper into the apartment, his heart sinking as he thought about how he almost left Kkami in your care. “There’s just… Mess everywhere…” He continued to talk to himself as he continued to look around. It looked like there hadn’t been any sort of cleaning done in weeks. This is the house that he lived in… He just couldn’t believe it. 

You had been sleeping so soundly, but he tripped over one of your crutches, causing it to fall over and hit the floor, the sudden noise causing you to jolt awake. “Hyunjin! You’re home! You wouldn’t believe the week I had.” You said, your smile bright as you looked at him over the back of the couch. How could you still be so cheerful when surrounded by such filth? You must be used to it… But he wasn’t. He couldn’t live like this, and he surely couldn’t be with someone who regularly lived like this, who pretended to be someone they clearly weren’t when around him. 

“I was just leaving.” He rushed the words out as he walked back towards the door. “I can’t be here… It’s just… Disgusting… I have to go.” He excused as he quickly walked out, accidentally slamming the door behind him. That was the irony of it though, the fact that your crutches had been the item that he tripped on, yet his mind had been so fogged by the filth that he didn’t even think to question what they were doing there. He didn’t even second guess their presence considering everything else looked so out of place. 

Truthfully, he wasn’t even mad… He was just upset. The person that he saw today in his apartment was not the person that he had fallen in love with, and surely not the person that he imagined a future with. It’s not that he expected you to be his maid while he was working either, he knew that you worked, you were just as busy a person as he was, but he just thought that maybe you’d want the house to be kept a little clean… That’s the type of person you made it seem like you were… He was upset that he had been wrong. 

Your blanket had somehow managed to get wrapped around you while you were napping on the couch, it made it impossible to kick it off in time for you to get up or for him to even see the cast around your leg. Of course, it would have been nice if he would have just let you explain, but you could understand his irritation. 

As you looked around the house, you finally took in just how unsightly it was. It looked like there had been parties going on since he left and you hadn’t cleaned up after any of them. It was disgusting, you hated it, and you yourself would have been just as upset if you walked into your house and seen it looking like this. 

“Shit…. Shit!” You hissed, unwrapping yourself from the blanket before trying to get up. It hurt, but nothing would hurt worse than Hyunjin leaving you, so you dealt with it, gritting your teeth to muffle your cries of pain as you started to clean up, trying your best to shift the weight off your bad leg, but it was almost impossible considering the mess that you had to avoid to get to the garbage can. 

You weren’t even sure how so much shit had accumulated, but there were pizza boxes stacked up on the coffee table beside the carry–out bags, and there were the discarded plastic bags piling around you from when you’d get out the shower and just rip them off and place them to the side, promising yourself that you’d throw them away later. 

Damp towels laid on the floor beside the dirty clothes hamper, towels from when you’d pull them from off your head, tossing them and hoping they’d make it in only for them to land everywhere but where you wanted. Again, you had promised to get to it, but you never had. It truly was disgusting, and even though your leg felt like it was on the verge of falling off right now just from walking on it, it shouldn’t be an excuse for how disgusting the house had gotten. 

Aside from walking… Everything else was also a pain in the ass. You couldn’t bend over to grab things off the floor, although you were trying your best, but the gravitational pull of the earth had different ideas and you ended up falling face first to the floor, managing to bust your lip and bloody your nose in the process. It wasn’t bad enough that everything was a mess, but now you were just as bad off as the apartment. 

What’s worse is that you couldn’t even get up. There was nothing close enough to give you the leverage that you needed, and your good leg was in just about as much pain as the broken one from you trying to catch your fall and landing right on your knee. Your phone was somewhere amongst the pile of garbage on the coffee table and you couldn’t even crawl over there to get it, you were left on the floor, and you felt that that’s where you belonged, alongside all the garbage that you had created. 

Hyunjin was quick to realize that he had been wrong… Not about you, but about the situation. Not as quick as he wished he had been, but he was back at the dorms and he couldn’t stop beating himself up about the way he had left you. He hadn’t been rude, not exactly, not the way other people would have been… But he wasn’t exactly nice either. 

He had gone back to the dorms, and the rest of the guys were still back at the hotel in the city they had just performed in. He felt more lonely than ever and he knew that he needed to talk to you to apologize for the way he had been acting, so he texted you. He would have gone back to the apartment, but he was so nervous about how you’d react to him suddenly showing back up that he felt it would be better if he just texted you first to ask if he could come back. 

There was no response, and that made sense… Obviously you’d be mad at him for walking out the way he did… And now he was playing back those moments in his head, the moments that led up to him walking out… And he couldn’t stop thinking about the crutches that he had tripped over. Why were they even there? They hadn’t been there when he left… But if something had happened to you that would require you to need them… You would have told him about it… Right? 

But what if you hadn’t told him about it… And something really bad happened… And that’s why you weren’t answering his texts. He hoped that wasn’t what was wrong… For the first time since being with you he was hoping that you were just mad at him and ignoring him. At least in that case you would still be okay. That didn’t stop him from panicking though. He called a cab and waited impatiently outside for them to pull up, not even waiting for the car to come to a complete stop before climbing in the back and giving the driver the address. 

As soon as he got to the building he ran up the stairs, bursting through the front door and it felt like he was about to die, his heart breaking when he saw you laying in the middle of the floor. You looked absolutely lifeless, a puddle of blood on the floor next to your face, and the cast that wrapped from your foot up to your mid thigh explained everything. “Help… Please…” Your voice weakly called from the middle of the floor, and the only reason any sound of relief came from his lips is because you weren’t dead. 

“I’m here…” He whimpered, already crying as he rushed over to you and helped you off the floor, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist to help support you as walked you back over to the couch. “I’m so sorry for leaving you, my love… I didn’t even wait to hear your reason… I just left…” He was full of shame and guilt as he looked at you, the blood that had trickled from your nose now dried on your upper lip and your bottom lip busted open from where it hit the floor. “One second… let me get something…” 

He rushed off the couch and to the kitchen, grabbing a towel and soaking it in cold water before running back and lightly wiping away the blood. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have let it get this bad. I would have been the same way… It just hurt so bad to walk and… I hate the crutches, they hurt my arms and… I’m sorry.” You mumbled, and he quickly pulled you into a hug, lightly pushing against the back of your head to muffle your words against his shoulder. 

“I don’t care about the apartment, love… I care about you.” He whispered, repeatedly kissing the top of your head as he said the words. “Now… Tell me what happened… Please.” 

You were right… Hyunjin had gone from crying profusely when he heard about the accident, his head shaking as he apologized over and over for not being there for you, although you repeatedly told him that you were the one that didn’t tell him. As soon as the tears stopped flowing though, he was angry, angry at the driver who so carelessly injured and could have potentially stolen away his love. He was so angry in fact, that he planned on having management go to every store with a security camera and demand the footage from the day that it happened so they could track down the person who did it. 

After he had calmed down as much as he could, he called the guys to let them all know he wouldn’t be able to come back for the rest of the concerts, explaining to them that you needed him more than they did, and no, you couldn’t get him to change his mind, and none of the guys tried to get him to change his mind either. You were now stuck with a slightly overbearing and overly apologetic Hyunjin who didn’t leave your side at all. 

“Why were you walking around down that way though? Your work isn’t down there…” He mused one evening, still unable to get over what had happened and trying his best to piece it all together although you had explained everything to him. You sighed softly, suggesting for him to check the art room, and he gently moved your leg from off his lap as he ran to the room, his squeal of excitement loud enough for not only you, but probably the neighbors on all sides of you to hear as well. “You almost got killed to get me this?!” He called from the room, and you giggled lightly. 

“It’s the one you wanted, right?” You called back, as he came out from around the corner of the door, tears in his eyes as he clutched the box against his chest, his head nodding fast in response to your question. “Then it was worth it… I’m glad you like it, babe.” 

“I don’t deserve your love!” You cried out as he rushed back over to the couch where you were resting, leaning over the back to catch your lips in a deep kiss. “I’m gonna paint your cast and make it look so pretty… You’ll be my canvas until it gets taken off.” 

Felix

“You really can’t go with me this time?” Felix asked as he stood just off to the side of the TSA line at the airport. He had been asking the question since he found out he and the guys were going to Australia for a couple tour dates. Sadly your work schedule wouldn’t allow it to be done, and as much as you asked and practically begged for even three days off, they just couldn’t do it. You shook your head before kissing his lips softly, then doing the same to each of his cheeks, a salty taste clinging to your own lips from the tears that he had shed on the way to the airport. “I’m gonna miss you, angel… Be safe, remember to lock the doors, and look both ways before crossing the street… And don’t talk to strangers and don’t walk down alleys at night and-” 

“Lixie…” You whispered, cutting him off for the sole purpose of, you knew he was stalling. He hated leaving you, and you hated when he left, but neither of you really had a choice in the matter. “You’re gonna miss your flight…” You reminded him, and he looked down at his phone that was open to his boarding pass, his bottom lip jutted out. 

“So what if I did? Then I’d get to stay with you… Is that so bad?” He retorted and you truly wished it was that easy, but the both of you knew that it wasn’t, and the way that he said wasn’t the way that it would play out. 

“The company would be pissed at both of us… And they’d just send you out on the next flight…” You explained, although he already knew that that’s what would happen. It didn’t stop him from wishfully thinking though. “Go on… I’ll be right here waiting for you when you get back. I’ll even have a big sign with your name on it… If management lets me.” 

He chuckled, although the sound was more sad than anything else and he pulled you into his arms, squeezing you tightly as he took a deep breath of you, holding it in his lungs as if he was going to carry it with him the whole time. “Always wait for me, okay? I’ll always wait for you… I love you… I already miss you… Fuck… I have to go… I love you so much… So so much…” He continued to profess his love as he walked backwards into the line, his eyes squeezing shut every couple of seconds as tears rolled down his cheeks once more. 

Every night he’d call you before you went to work, the joys of working the evening shift, and most of the call would be him just telling you that he loves you and how much he misses you and how much he wishes you were there with him. You’d tell him that it was going to be okay, that you’d be together soon and that you loved him too. The calls usually left you both crying, and you’d have to tell him that you’d be late for work if the call continued. Then he’d call you every night after work, asking you how your day went and once again telling you that he loved you, how he wanted so badly to be laying next to you in his hotel bed, holding onto you and burying his face in your hair, the smell of your shampoo filling his nose and helping him sleep better. He needed you, and you needed him too, it was only two weeks until he came back… It would be okay. 

“It’s getting dark out, are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home?” Your boss asked as she stood at the door, leaning against it to hold it open for you. “I don’t mind it, I don’t want you walking out here by yourself.” 

You hummed softly, shaking your head as you walked past her, adjusting your purse on your shoulder as you paused just outside the door. “I’ll be okay, I walk home all the time. I’ll see you tomorrow, drive safely.” You said cheerfully, anticipating the call that would come from Felix as soon as you got home. 

The walk was always pleasant, the summer breeze that came with the hidden sun always felt nice when he blew around you, taking a deep breath and letting the fresh air fill your lungs… Until it didn’t. The breath that you tried to take now burned, the pain in your side wasn’t too bad, not until you tried to breath again and you couldn’t, it felt like your lungs were on fire. 

“You need to be more aware of your surroundings, angel. You could get hurt.” You remembered Felixs words from a time not too long ago when you had started to walk across the street before the traffic had even stopped, so happy just being with him that you didn’t even take the time to look around. The words rang true as you finally looked down, noticing the knife that was still plunged into your side. 

It was crazy how it didn’t start really hurting until you looked at it, and then, as if the world had been on mute for a couple minutes, all of the sound came back and you could hear bystanders screaming as they rushed over to you. “It’s okay! We’ve called an ambulance and the police! It’s okay! Just hold on!” You didn’t know who this person was, he simply caught you before you collapsed onto the ground, gently lowering you down, using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the blood from your mouth every time you opened it. The taste of copper was nauseating and you couldn’t help but retch when it would coat your tongue. “No no… Don’t do that… It’ll make it worse!” 

The knife still hadn’t been pulled out yet, and you remembered reading somewhere that if it had been pulled out immediately that you would have bled to death… But god, the pain was worse than whatever death could possibly feel like. “The ambulance is on its way! Someone caught her! They’re waiting for the police!” You could faintly hear a woman scream, but the sound of your breathing, if you could even call it that, was much louder in your ears. The rattle of your lungs and the heavy wheezing was so annoying, but sadly you couldn’t mute that sound considering it was coming from you. 

There wasn’t much that you could do, there wasn’t anything you could do really… Just laying there, listening to the rattle and the commotion and the distant sirens that you knew were coming for you. All you could do was dive into your own mind, try to think of something, anything to make this moment just a little more bearable. Felix. He was the only thing you could think of. The way his smile brightened even the darkest nights, the way he’d come back home after performing and you’d have the honor of wiping off his makeup, kissing along his cheeks as his perfect freckles reappeared from under the makeup. The way his hair would drip onto your face after a shower when he’d climb on top of you, his fingers tickling your sides as he smothered you with kisses. He was your happy place, he always would be, and even if you died right now, there was no heaven that would ever be better than the one you got to live on earth when you were with him. 

“Woman in custody after random stabbing near Yangjae-daero. Eyewitnesses say that the woman was a crazed fan, screaming that the victim “didn’t deserve to be with him.” Although the “him” in question was never specified. The victim is currently in the hospital with no update on her condition just yet…”

Bangchan shook his head as he read over the report, tossing his phone to the side and running his hands over his face. “I never thought that people would go this far. It’s ridiculous, it’s scary. We need to keep our girls safe.” He said, and Felix nodded his head in agreement, having been the first one to read the news. He hated that it was so close to your place of work, and he tried his best to call you and text you, but he was sure that right now you were being questioned by police about what you saw and heard. 

“She’s probably so scared…” Felix murmured, checking his phone once more, but there were still no texts from you. “I don’t want her walking home by herself anymore… God, what if it had been her?” And while he wasn’t even 100% sure it wasn’t you, he wanted to believe you were okay, so he did. He filled his mind with every single scenario other than the one where you were the victim. 

“Try not to worry too much, we’ll be going home tomorrow morning and you’ll be with her.” Chan said, but Felix felt it was quite hypocritical since his girlfriend had been texting him the entire time while Felix was getting nothing but silence from you. “Just try to get some sleep, okay?” 

And he tried, he tried his best, but he couldn’t get even a wink of sleep without hearing your voice before bed, so many nights spent just laying on the hotel pillow that brought him no comfort since it didn’t smell like you, but he’d hear your voice, his phone on speaker but the volume low so that if he closed his eyes it sounded like you were really right there. He needed that, he needed you to call him, he needed you. 

He wasn’t even close to falling asleep, it had been 4 hours, and the vibration from under his pillow had him rolling over onto his stomach to look at the screen that was so blinding in the darkness. You finally texted him though, he felt like he could finally breathe, at least a little bit. “Sorry for worrying you. Don’t worry, I’m fine. These cops had more questions than I thought they would.” 

“It’s okay, I just needed to be sure you’re okay. Did you get home? Make sure to lock the doors, and if you need to go to work or anywhere, text Chans or Changbins girlfriends, they’d be happy to help you.” He knew you wouldn’t though, even though you’d be much safer if you did, you hated burdening people and putting them out of the way even if it meant you’d be safe. “Try to get some rest, it’s so late. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you.” He texted and your response came quickly, telling him that you loved him too, that you hoped he slept well and had sweet dreams, and now that he knew you were okay, he knew that he’d be okay. 

It had completely slipped his mind to let you know he was coming home the next day, he had finally gotten to sleep at 4am and he had to wake up at 6am to get to the airport by 7. A 10 hour flight, and he hoped he’d be able to sleep a little bit on the plane before he got to you, he didn’t want to be exhausted when he finally saw you. 

By the time he landed in the afternoon his stomach was full of butterflies, his smile unwavering as he thought about how it would feel to hold you in his arms again. Of course you weren’t going to be at the airport waiting for him, you didn’t know he was coming home early. Nobody knew, but after the report, all of the guys wanted to go home to be with their girlfriends, there had never been such panic felt by Felix as the guys raced through the airport to get to the cars to go to see their girls. Felix felt the same way though, and while he hated comparing his emotions to anyone else's, his panic was far greater considering you had been so close. 

Now, Felix loved a clean house as much as the next person, but he didn’t like it to be so clean that it felt like a sin to even walk across the floors. He liked things clean, but he still wanted the house to feel like it was lived in, he wanted it to feel like a home, which is why when he walked through the front door and saw your hoodie balled up on the bench instead of hung in the closet he felt nothing but warmth in his heart. It was your favorite hoodie, it was his hoodie, and seeing it on the bench meant that he’d be seeing you soon. 

At least, that’s what he thought, but when he walked further into the house he still didn’t find you, but he did find a mess. Dishes still sat in the sink, begging to be washed. Your lounge clothes were discarded carelessly on the floor in the bedroom, not even brought to the dirty clothes hamper beside the washing machine, and speaking of the washer, the clothes that were in there had gone sour from being left to sit dampened in the bin for so long. There was a very big difference between a house being lived in, and a house just being dirty, and right now, the house felt dirty. 

“Look…” He started the text, trying his best to sound as understanding as possible while also getting his point across. “I know you’ve seen some shit, but that doesn’t mean you can just let the house fall apart. I mean… Leaving dirty dishes in the sink? Leaving wet clothes in the washer? That could cause vermin… It could cause mold to build up in the washer and in the clothes. I thought you knew better… I thought you were better than that. I love you, but I’m not gonna pretend I’m not annoyed right now. I’ll stay at the dorms right now… And I’ll come back home tomorrow to help you with some stuff but… I don’t want to come back home and see the house like this. It’s kind of upsetting.”

Why didn’t you tell Felix about being stabbed… He wouldn’t have texted you that if he knew… He would be sitting in the hospital with you right now and comforting you. Well, there were a lot of reasons actually… But the main one was that you knew he’d blame himself for what happened. You thought that you’d be out of the hospital and at least able to do a little bit before he got home, you never thought he’d come back home early, and the most shocking part was the fact that all of the guys did. 

It was a miracle that you were still alive, a little bit higher and the damage would have been way worse… At least that’s what the doctor said. It was also a miracle that you were being let out of the hospital only two days after getting major lung surgery, props to the surgeons and the amazing medical equipment that’s out now. Still, it’s not like you could really do much, there was actually more that you couldn’t do rather than what you could do. You just needed to keep your activity levels at a low and then you’d be totally fine. It’s not like you were running a marathon, you were just gonna go home and clean the house so that Felix wouldn’t be disappointed in you. Perfectly fine. 

You ubered home considering the fact that Felix was annoyed with you and the last thing you needed was an apologetic clingy boyfriend to spend the entire car ride home belittling himself for saying such things to you. It’s not like he knew what happened, and it was his honest reaction, and to be fair, he had a point. Nothing he said in the text was wrong, and it wasn’t like he was vicious, he just didn’t want mice or roaches to take over and he didn’t want to deal with mold. Nobody wanted that, you didn’t want that. His annoyance was valid, and you didn’t want him to feel guilty over something he had no idea about. 

And to be quite honest, the uber driver's face was priceless when he had asked you why you were in the hospital and you nonchalantly told him you got stabbed and had to have lung surgery. If laughing wasn’t on the list of things to do, you would have cracked up, but truthfully, it was painful to laugh. Breathing in itself was still quite painful, and it was crazy how you had to retrain yourself on how to breathe so that you weren’t in as much pain. 

Walking into your home was like a breath of fresh air, except you couldn’t take that deep breath and instead you had to do a little sniff and just walking up the front stairs had you winded and you had to take a five minute breather on the couch before actually starting any chores. Crazy enough, the dishes, although they were your least favorite chore to do, they had been the easiest. There was no heavy lifting involved, there was no bending over… You finally found a reason to love doing the dishes. 

While you were working in the kitchen, you had restarted the load of laundry that had been sitting in the washer, and it was just about done thankfully. All you had to do was switch the clothes into the drier and then you’d be able to take a little break. It was supposed to be quick and easy, and for the most part it was… Until that one last fucking sock at the bottom of the basin caught your eye. Everything, every bone in your body, your mind, your heart, everything was telling you to just leave it… But you couldn’t, and you stretched over the side of the basin, and you felt the tear, but in the moment you didn’t care because you were victorious, you had got that sock and you threw it in the drier and now you could rest. 

Except you… you couldn’t rest… Because the warm trickle that ran down your side finally caught your full attention, and when you looked down at your shirt you could see the dark red stain that completely soaked through the fabric. Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if you didn’t start instantly panicking… But who wouldn’t panic when their stitches from a surgery like yours busted open? And there was so much blood… So much… You started hyperventilating and that hurt even more and you ended up getting light headed and falling to the floor. You truly felt like you were dying, and you knew that you needed to get to the hospital and sure… You could have called an ambulance, you could have called Felix… But he was upset with you and now there was blood all over the floor and for some foolish reason you thought he’d be mad about that, so you called the only other person you could think of. 

Chans girlfriend was like a sister to you, and you quickly called her, and luckily she thought the same way about you and immediately picked up. You could hear the other guys in the background, you could even hear Felix… But you were more focused on the sound of Chans girlfriends voice, finding in it some will to keep from fainting at the sight of all the blood on the floor and the warmth that continued to pour down your side. “Hey, what’s going on? Do you need to be picked up from work?” She sounded so cheerful, her and Chan truly were a perfect match. 

“No… I need… Hospital… Can you take me?” You gasped out, and the silence coming from her end was deafening. If it weren’t for the sound of the other guys goofing off in the background you would have just assumed she had hung up. “Please… Bleeding… I’m bleeding… Really bad…” 

“Y-Yeah… Do you want me to bring him?” You knew exactly who she was talking about, but she was smart, she knew that there was a reason that you hadn’t called him, and whatever that reason was, you most likely didn’t want her to say his name to catch his attention… But she still wanted to be sure. 

“Just you… Please… Hurry…” You mumbled, and it felt like you had used the last bit of energy to say those four words. Your arm fell limp at your side and you didn’t even end the call, it felt like the room was fading in and out and this… this feeling… it was way worse than being stabbed initially. At least then the knife held everything in. Now it seemed like you were bleeding out and you couldn’t even breathe without getting lightheaded. It was the absolute worst. 

Chans girlfriend had rushed out of the dorms so fast, even Chan had no idea what was going on, and he had texted her non stop questioning where she went and what was wrong, but she hadn’t answered. With everything that was going on, it made him uneasy, and now Felix was the one telling him it would be okay, that is, until she walked back into the dorms. She was a completely different person, her eyes almost shell shocked, she looked like she had seen a ghost. 

“What happened?” Chan had immediately rushed over to her, and she only shook her head, and Felix could see the tears in her eyes as she looked at him and then back to Chan, motioning for him to follow her into one of the empty rooms. It’s not that Felix was nosy, but the way she had looked at him had him questioning what the hell she had seen, and why she hadn’t looked at the other guys the same way. “What?!” Everyone froze when they heard Chans scream, and then the rushed out shushes from his girlfriend. “Why didn’t she say anything?! He doesn’t know! Is she okay?! Oh fuck!” There was a panic in his voice, a certain fear that no one had ever heard from their leader before. It was concerning, but everyone was frozen in their seats, stunned into silence as they listened to the conversation, which was more like Chans screaming and his girlfriend's incomprehensible whispers. “Well I can’t just not tell him! You know how he is! For fucks sake, what if she dies?! How do you think he’d feel?! I’m telling him!” 

Everyone else pretended to go back to whatever it was they were doing beforehand once Chan came out from the room, everyone but Felix who had his eyes glued to Chan and his girlfriend who walked out behind him. They were both looking directly at him too, and it only made him more confused when they stopped right in front of him and now he was being motioned to follow them into the empty room. Why was this so secretive? 

“You should sit…” Chan started once he had gotten Felix into his room, and that only confused him more as he slowly lowered down onto Chans bed. “Do you know… Fuck… How am I even supposed to tell him this?!” He looked back to his girlfriend who was leaning against the door, sniffling so quietly that Felix hadn’t even been aware that she was crying until now. 

“Tell me what? Just say it!” Felix demanded, growing impatient with the back and forth of it all, and the urgency in their tones had him on edge and his knee was bouncing so fast that it was shaking the entire frame of the mattress. Clearly it was something important and it was meant for him… “Just spit it out!” 

“Y/N is in the hospital.” Chans girlfriend blurted out and that was the first shot, it was more like a gut punch, it was unexpected, and while it was definitely concerning… It didn’t explain what Chan had said earlier when he thought no one was listening. “She was bleeding a lot and… Her stitches from the lung surgery… They ripped and… She was trying to do the laundry I guess… There was blood everywhere and… She was unconscious when I got to the house and I called an ambulance and followed them there but they wouldn’t let me in…” 

Lung surgery… There was nothing wrong with your lungs, at least there hadn’t been when he had left for Australia. “She… She didn’t say anything… About that…” Felix stammered, his heart going a mile a minute and his mind reeling as he thought about what to do… What he could do. He felt helpless, there truly was nothing he could do right now to help you. “Why…. Why would she need lung surgery…. What happened?” 

Chans girlfriend sighed as her head fell forward, her eyes sticking to the ground now. “She was the one… From the news report…” It took a couple seconds for him to finally get it, but once it clicked, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “She shouldn’t have been trying to do chores… Why would she do that? She’s crazy… That stuff could have waited until you got home to help her.” 

It was his fault… Everything was his fault. His legs were shaking as he got up off the bed, and he almost fell forward, he would have fallen to the floor if Chan hadn’t been there to catch him. “Hey… Hey look… There’s nothing you can do right now… Just stay here, rest… I’m sure the hospital will call when they fix things… You’re not okay right now… Just lay down.” Chan urged, pushing him back onto the bed, and he couldn’t even get up, it felt like there was a thousand pounds against his chest, holding him against the mattress. 

“It’s my fault… It’s all my fault… Mine…” Felix muttered to himself through tears, rolling over and curling up into a ball on Chans bed, violent sobs shaking his entire body. “I’m gonna lose her… I’m gonna… She’s gonna be gone… I can’t… I can’t live… Not without her… I can’t do anything… I need her, hyung… I really do…” He stammered, and the only thing Chan could do, the only thing anyone could do was try to console him, and they did their best, but he only got quiet when he cried himself to the point of exhaustion, his puffy eyes closing as his sobs turned to hiccups, then to shaky slumbered breaths. 

“Damn… I’m back here again…” You muttered as your eyes opened to the familiar white walls of the hospital room. “Wanna go home… I’m ready to go home…” And you tried to move, but a familiar, yet strangely unfamiliar pain hit your side as you tried to get up, and when you looked down, you saw the long tube protruding from your side in the exact same spot that your stitches once were. “Now what the fuck is this?” 

“Ma’am…” The doctor that had been standing in your room waiting for you to wake up finally walked over and sternly motioned for you to lay down. “Do you remember me?” Of course you did, it was the same doctor that had so happily discharged you before, and you quickly nodded your head before pointing questioningly to the lung that was poking out of your lung. “Well, you went against every single rule that was written for you to follow, and you tore your stitches, every single layer, and then during your panicked hyperventilation episode, you managed to inhale a lot of blood and now it needs to be drained.” 

“I’m sensing sarcasm…” You mumbled, falling back against the bed since you had no other choice but to lay there. “So how long do I have to stay this time?” You asked, and the doctor rolled his eyes at your sassiness, tapping his pen against the clipboard that he was holding. 

“Considering your lack of self regard and the fact that we have to make sure your lungs are properly drained and then we have to stitch you up again… It’ll probably be a good week before you’re out of here. Now… You said that you’d have someone there who knew what was going on when you got home… Why did the person who brought you in seem so confused? Did you lie just to get out of here?” 

You sheepishly scratched the back of your head and then your face crinkled up as you nodded your head. “But, I was gonna tell my boyfriend! He just got home before me and the house was kind of a mess and I completely forgot about the laundry… You know… Getting stabbed kinda makes you forget about daily chores. I tried to do the laundry when I got home and then… Bam… Stitches popped. I blame the sock.” 

“The sock? You blame the sock?” The doctor repeated, completely exasperated by your sense of disconcern for what was going on. “You could have just explained to your boyfriend that… you know… you got stabbed.” He mocked you, placing his clipboard under his arm as he shook his head. “I’m gonna assume your boyfriend is the dark haired freckled boy who has been loyally sitting on the floor by your door and crying his eyes out… Does that sound like him?” You pursed your lips, nodding your head slowly. “I’m gonna let him in now, okay?” 

You barely recognized him when he walked in, his head hung low and his hair curtaining his face, but when the door shut behind him, he looked up at you, his eyes immediately focusing in on the tube in your side and then he was bawling once more. “Yah, why are you crying? I’m still alive and… painfully, still breathing!” You tried to laugh, but ended up hurting yourself in the process, wincing when the vibration of your chest caused the tube to shift. 

“How are you still so happy?” Felix questioned, not even coming close to your hospital bed which was actually really upsetting considering the one thing that would probably heal you better than any surgery was one of his hugs and maybe one of his kisses. “Is it the morphine? Do you not feel anything?” He looked at the IV drip that was connected to your arm and then back at your face that was smiling so brightly, he’d think that you were in any normal bed just waking up from a nap… 

“No, silly… It’s because you’re here.” You simply explained, holding your arms out to him. “Where’s my hug at? I’ve waited so long for one of your hugs, and you’re just gonna stand there and stare at me?” You pouted, looking down at the tube and letting out a quick sigh, it would have been longer and way more sassy if your lungs could have handled it, but they couldn’t, so a short bit of sass was all you could give right now. “I know I look like a lab experiment right now… but… A hug would be really nice.” 

“You’re like this… because of me… And you still want a hug? You still want me close to you?” He quizzed, and your eyebrows lowered as you looked at him with such shock, your eyes looking around the room before landing back on him. 

“Babe, I don’t know what you’re talking about right now, I just want a hug and maybe some kisses if you feel so inclined to give me them.” You motioned your arms out to him once more, a little more forcefully this time. “I’ll let you have a couple bites of my flavorless jello if you give me a hug… Please?” 

He chuckled, although it sounded way more sad than usual as he finally walked over to you, carefully maneuvering his arms around the tube as he rested his forehead against yours. “You didn’t tell me…” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your nose before pulling back. “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Because I knew that you’d blame yourself…” You brushed his hair away from his face before lightly poking his freckles and smiling to yourself. “You’re still doing that right now though… Which is silly. I’m the one that decided to do the laundry even though the doctor told me not to. That’s not your fault.” 

“You didn’t tell me you got stabbed, angel. I wouldn’t have gotten so worked up about the house if I knew that… And you could have told me to go fuck myself after I sent that text.” He scoffed softly as he finally, carefully, sat down on the edge of the bed. “We’re suing her… The whole company is… And we’re gonna make sure you and the other girls have body guards at all times. Nothing like this will ever happen again…” He took a deep breath, and then pursed his lips apologetically as he let it out slowly through his nose and you snorted softly.

“Don’t feel guilty for being able to breathe better than me, breathe deeply for me since I can’t right now…” You joked and he rolled his eyes, his head falling back as he groaned loudly, but you could hear his laughter although he was trying his best to hide it. 

“God, you really are something else…” He murmured once he had calmed down, looking over at you with the softest eyes that held the whole universe in them, although you could only see your reflection in his pupils, but to him, you were his entire universe. “They tried to send my angel back home… I’ll never let that happen… I won’t let you go. If you go, I go… I love you too much to live without you here beside me.” 

You sniffled softly, biting your bottom lip to try to hide the fact that you were on the verge of tears. “Damn…” You choked out before clearing your throat. “I love you too, Lixie… Don’t make me cry though… Makes it hard to breathe…” His eyes widened, and you knew he was on the brink of beginning to apologize again, and you knew that if he did he wouldn’t stop so you cut him off before he could begin. “You think we got time for like… a quickie before the doctor comes in to check on me?” 

“WHAT?!” He shrieked, his cheeks burning a bright red as he glanced at the door and then back at you. “You’re crazy… God I love you so much…” He chuckled as he shook his head, leaning in to kiss you softly as he pet his hands over your hair. “Maybe at night though… I missed you a lot… You know…” 

[multiwreckedmess]

Two Princes

Pairing: Prince!Hyunjin x fem!servant!Reader x Prince!Felix Genre: Royalty AU Smut WC: 5.5k Summary: A kingdom unlucky in queens but lucky in princes, you live a pleasant life inside the castle walls. Given to the crown by your parents for training it was only a matter of time until you ran into the two golden Princes Hyunjin and Felix.  TW/CW: Power imbalance. SoftDom!Hyunjin, SoftDom!Felix, unprotected penetration, non-explicit consent, reader is called “darling” “miss”, hyunlix is called “sir”, slight breeding kink, double penetration, Felix and Hyunjin aren’t related but are close like brothers so if that gives you the ick heads up ig, basically 5.5k of pwop.

As usual, this is fiction not a resource manual for how to do literally anything in life. This does not represent ANYONE real or fictional. also not proofread sorry...

You prayed no one would notice the waves forming in the dark wine as your hands shook. Only a month into your service at the castle and you’d made it to the throne room. The matron had looked at you proudly for once that morning, announcing that you would take up the place usually kept by her as a capstone to your training. Muscles tense and locked you acutely wanted to appear composed and graceful, as though you’d done the job for decades. Prove to them that you were born to serve the throne.

Or in this case, the thrones of Princes Hyunjin and Felix.

Two striking young men, crowned with golden locks and reputations to match. Truly the kingdom was blessed despite the tragedy that had led to the familial merger. Not directly related by blood the two boys had still had become fast friends and confidants to each other as the King had aimed for.

“You will hardly see one without the other so I suggest you be ready to see double.” Your matron gently chided, stuffing a second handkerchief into your apron. “Have two of everything! We’d hate to think the Princes might ever want for more.”

You nodded fiercely. Amongst the many new rules this one was easy to remember. Two princes. Each gets his own copy when possible.

Pouring from the decanter into Hyunjin’s cup was the closest you’d ever been to either prince. Sharp jawline, plush lips, seemingly shaped by the goddess herself. Almost an artifact of another world, dangerous to gaze at for too long yet irresistible.

“The glass dear, it’s close,” his velvet voice jolts you from your thoughts, eyes flicking down to the nearly overflowing glass.

Hastily you right the decanter, a million apologies bumbling and stumbling and tripping over each other in your mouth as you shrink looking towards the ground.

Hyunjin’s fingers wrap themselves gracefully under your jaw, righting your posture with a practiced ease. “Now, now, no need for all of that. While this is simply too much for me to drink, I can easily share some with my brother, isn’t that right Felix?” Your eyes flick to the other prince, whose head turns slightly surprised to hear his name.  “Please Felix if I may,” Hyunjin gestures with his cup, dark red liquid wobbling precariously near the rim.

Felix’s eyes narrow, flitting from you to the glass to Hyunjin before extending it to his brother with a small smirk. “Of course. No need for our pretty little attendant to worry. We’re quite good at sharing when needed.”

Carefully steadying the younger’s outstretched wine glass, Hyunjin slowly pours from his cup to Felix’s. There is something disconcerting in the way Felix’s eyes rake over you. It makes your stomach tense and lungs freeze in place. No one in the room says a word as Hyunjin tilts his glass upright, forefinger collecting a stray bead of wine as it slips down the edge of the glass. Time seems to freeze as your eyes meet his tongue slowly licks the droplet from his finger, barely even meeting the skin. You don’t even realize how wide your eyes are, how you’ve sealed you lips in a thin line of shock.

“See, we can share quite well when called upon.” Hyunjin giggles.

An advisor, sat on a luxurious leather wingback chair, clears his throat anxiously. “Let’s not play with our food, boys. As you can see from the agenda there are several economic initiatives that need attending to. Once we are done you are free to spend your time however you wish, but for now you have ceded this time to us.”

The two princes straighten in their thrones and nod, dismissing you back to the small stool and table sat in the corner for you. Briefly your knees knock together, unsure of what the concept of “walking” even was. Manuel mode enabled, you lift your unwilling legs and march at what you think is the speed you normally walk, hoping against hope you haven’t drawn excessive attention to yourself.

Fear flutters in your chest as you watch the room, advisors passionately providing their arguments to the princes, both sat and attentive to each as they spoke. This must be what power is, wordlessly commanding respect but lending that same floor to others when asked. Quiet, unassuming, but simmering below the surface.

You had a similar encounter with the princes very early on in your days as you’d scurried along one of the many arcades on the perimeter of the inner ward. Late for your etiquette lesson, already a demerit, you spotted the pair directly in your path. Both kitted out with their tight white fencers dress, headed to the field for a friendly spar. Felix gently swatting at Hyunjins thighs with the practice foil, Hyunjin jumped, laughing. Bubbling with affection towards each other you wanted to just sit there and watch them, living as a fly or a spider or some other unsightly insect just to see their smiles.

And that’s when you realized you’d stopped fully and were staring in an unbecoming manner.

And they’d noticed.

And they were staring back.

The force of the realization threw you behind the nearest piller, back pressed to the cool stone, waiting to hear their footsteps. Heart thudding wildly you know you shouldn’t hide from them, it isn’t right to hide from them, you are there to serve them not spy on them. Their footsteps fade and disappear as you melt against the column. Maybe you’d hallucinated their line of sight, maybe someone else was behind you.

A harsh clang of metal hitting your column jolts you, sending you yelping and jumping away.

The boys burst into laughter, one climbing in pitch the other diving deep into his register. Hyunjin winks as you turn and run away, feet pounding into the ground, chest heaving.

“Sorry didn’t see you there!” He calls after you jovially. Not that it mattered whether or not it was on purpose.

Today you were finding out that the throne room assignment was mostly about waiting. No matter how scant the crowd was, you had to wait until the princes left to clear the drinks, one of many rules you memorized and repeated as you sat idle, waiting to be needed. At least with the great hall no matter how hectic the activity seemed to have a set pattern which you had grown used to and memorized like a court dance. Mind wandering you watch the advisors drift off into adjoining halls and rooms, half drunk glasses of mead and wine alike littering the table as evidence of their having attended.

And suddenly the princes’ full attention was on you. The same calm gaze with which they’d heard out the court they fixed on you, like a spotlight had decided to shine directly down on you. It would be out of turn to speak but it was increasingly warm under their watchful eyes. Subconsciously your fingers worked over the skirt of your apron, nervously smoothing over and picking the pills.

“Miss, are we truly that scary?” Felix smiles at you. “Please. Come sit, we don’t bite!” He’s warm like sunshine with every word he speaks to you.

Perhaps before now you’d never truly appreciated the concept of ‘scurrying’ as you shuffled speedily to kneel between the twin thrones, head bowed. Skirts billowing out around you like a flower you tuck your hands in front of you, perfectly as taught. You can hear the princes stifle a laugh, bodies shifting towards each other in the top of your peripheral vision.

“We did mean sit when we said sit. You don’t have to kneel so formally.”

“I’m sorry your royal highnesses. This is what my training instructed me to do. How would you prefer me, sirs?” You dare not raise your gaze for fear of losing your mind.

Felix smirks and licks his lips, “well if you could look at us that would be a start.”

With a gulp you raise your chin, eyes still tracing the air around their bodies rather than daring to look directly at them.

“She’s so cute, Felix! So proper. Our matron dearest really went too far with her I think.” Hyunjin nearly brags to Felix as though you aren’t directly in front of them.

“Really such a dear thing. All nervous over us like this.”

Hyunjin kneels slightly beside you, close like you had been to pour his wine. “As beautiful as you look on your knees I’d love you to take a seat for us. Can you do that? You can choose anywhere you like, even our laps if they look comfortable. I assure you no better seat in the entire palace.” His tone caresses your nerves, codling you. Almost easing you into standing before them, still trembling. As you turn to pick a chair his voice calls again. “Oh before you sit, please, remove that apron for us, darling.”

Quick to respond to his request you fumble with the pins holding the top half of the apron, hands shaking like leafs.

It’s Felix’s turn to step forward. Taking a quick stride to position himself behind you he easily plucks the knot loose, arms wrapping around your waist to catch the sheath of fabric over his arm. His chin bumps your shoulder, face close to yours in a way you never dared think about. Ears flashing hotly you stumble back on him with a squeak.

“Oh!” Felix exclaims, righting you in his grasp. “I think our darling’s corset is restricting her too much. She nearly fainted right here!”

Mouth opened wide in dismay. You want to fight him on his assumption. Your bindings were fine, it was he that was the problem. But you can’t bring yourself to say it was him. Training taking over, what he said must’ve been right. The girls always did have a habit of lacing too tightly in the morning when their stomachs were empty from hours sleeping.

“Felix, if you think that’s the problem I give you full permission to remove the offending clothing. We can’t have anyone passing out in our care.”

“Sirs! No, I’m fine really, that’s so much-” your panicked voice reaches a high tremor. The reality of the request forcing your hand. You’d be basically nude in the throne room, thin chamise only blurring what the imagination could easily place beneath the formless white fabric.

“What is your primary duty?” Hyunjin barks out suddenly, stilling you.

“To serve the throne, sir.”

“And if you faint? How will that be in service to us?”

“It will not be in service.”

His eyes sparkled, “then by that logic, if removing your bodice serves the throne…?”

“The bodice should be…removed.” You reply shyly, ducking your head to hide your face.

Felix’s small fingers neatly unhook your outer layer, slipping the sleeves off your shoulders and letting the durable slab of roughly woven cotton slide to the floor. Almost equally as swiftly he pops the pins holding your skirts and petticoat tightly around the corset, pooling at your feet, leaving only the offending clothing squeezing your ribs, your pantalettes, and fine linen chemise.

You can’t hide the lewd moan that escapes your lips as Felix presses open the metal release hooks at your front, pinched flesh screaming in delight at the sudden freedom.

“...and that’s why we make the decisions for the kingdom. We know better than our own subjects.” Felix purrs in your ear.

Goosebumps rise on the backs of your arms as you close them across your chest in a lame attempt to keep some modesty. Their consistent gaze heats your insides to jelly. You wish that you owned anything prettier than this to present yourself in. Something silk like the noble ladies or at least lace embroidered like the more well off ilk.

“Felix, are you frightening our darling?”

“Darling, am I scary? Do I scare you? You can be honest with us.”

Panic clenches your abdomen. “No!” You blurt. “You don’t-I’m not scared.” As per your training, you must stay resolute. The answer seems to please them, sharing a small smile and glance at each other.

Hyunjin’s tone remains soft, floating like a melody. “You must know, as you’ve been trained to be so exemplary, that it is my birthday soon. A very special day for all the kingdom and of course for myself. Now, I hadn’t thought of what I might ask for…” he trails off. “Come closer, girl.”

Dutifully you step almost toe to toe with him, Felix returning to his seat to observe. Both wearing the smiles of cats that caught the mouse.

“What do you remember about your prince’s birthdays?”

Straightening up a little you recite, “as we are blessed with two beautiful princes we celebrate each twice. Although they were born separately they are celebrated jointly as the rising of the spring and the beginning of the fall.”

Hyunjin claps his hands, “and! What of our presents?”

“Two of a kind as with all things that can be made twice.”

“Oh she is perfect! Isn’t she, Felix?” Hyunjins hand reaches out to play with the hem of your chamise, pinching and bunching the fabric in his fingers. His eyes flit suddenly up from the hem to you, “I want you for my birthday.”

You can’t control your facial expression, eyes widening and jaw going slack. Breath growing fast and shallow your hand grasps the fabric covering your chest. “Sir, I’m not sure what you mean. I’m already yours as I have been taught and trained to be, I belong to the crown, the throne-”

Of course you knew what he meant. There had been other boys who’d shown interest. Other boys you were interested in. The concept was not new to you. Something about him though, made it unbelievable that he could mean what you thought.

“Your duty is to the crown and the throne. I don’t want that. I want you, I want your body, and I want your affection.” He drew the hem to his lips, kissing the garment like a lord might kiss a ladies hand. “Now hike up your gown and let me have my present.”

Fluttering stomach, fingers trembling, you slowly tug the fabric into your fists, exposing the white legs of your pantalettes, conjoined at the top by a drawn string threaded through both halves. You’ve never seen hyunjin like this, slouched in his throne, legs spread wide. He watches you, palming himself over his breeches.

“Hyunjin, she’s shivering already!” Felix raises his eyebrow. “Are you okay darling? Tell your princes what you need.”

“I’m-I don’t-I’m not sure-” you stutter out, keenly aware of the spotlight on you.

“Please help our darling out, should you wish. She’s your present too after all,” Hyunjin addresses Felix, eyes still fixated on you. They don’t move as you feel Felix’s presence hovering behind you, his hands slowly smoothing your gathered bunches of fabric into one knot held tightly in his fist to your side. Your heart thuds in your chest and echos between your thighs. Lust clouds your judgment like the hazy heat that rolls off of his body. His unoccupied hand slips into the slit in your pantalettes, tracing your folds with the pads of his fingers.

Gasp caught in your throat your veins feel like they’ve been lit on fire.

“Our darling is so responsive, Hyune. You’re going to love her. Cunt’s already dripping.”

“Show me.” Hyunjin demands. Felix tugs on the drawstring, pantalettes swiftly tumbling to the ground.

“Put your knees on the arms of his throne, love. I’ll hold you close still, don’t worry,” Felix whispers assurances in your ear as you shakily spread your legs wide to match the width of the sturdy, thick armrests. Stepping between Hyunjin’s legs to join you, he encourages you to lean back into his chest, angling your pelvis to present lewdly forward, hands grappling backwards to your own ankles.

Hyunjin’s eye’s rake over every inch of exposed flesh, joined by eager fingertips. He’s careful not to venture too close to your sex, opting to leave anticipatory prickles in his lazy path up and down your thighs. Your hips rise to meet him each time, assuming that he had to have grown impatient by then. No man you’d ever met was patient for very long for any reason, so why should a prince be any different? Still as much as your body seemed to long for his touch to advance he resisted, smiling as you exhaled with a disappointed “hmph.”

“Really doesn’t take too much, does it darling? Just the proper, or improper, touch.” Hyunjin states, finally slipping a finger between your lips, gliding it back and forth, just teasing your entrance.

You sink into the motion with a gentle “oh” hardly noticing as Felix slips his unoccupied hand beneath your chamise, soft palm kneading your bosom in handfuls. “Just relax,” he continues to whisper, silky tone weaving through your cotton-y brain. “Let us take care of you. You’re capable of so much pleasure, if you just let us rule you. You can do that, right darling? You’re such a good little servant. So perfectly trained. You know how to be a good girl and take orders. It’s your duty after all, to serve us.”  The tapestry he knits with his words is an enticing one, laced with golden promises.

Your thighs threaten to collapse inwards with each nudge of your clit. Each denial becomes almost painful, your body clenching inwards to try to force yourself over the edge. Eyelids fluttering over the whites of your rolled-back eyes you beg under your breath, beg for release, beg for something to clench down on.

“Louder. Let your Prince hear what you need,” Felix hisses.

“Please, sir, it hurts. I need - so badly. I need to - I might die. I need you-”

“What do you need from me?”

“I need you inside-” your voice breaks, the words too dirty to dare utter in front of them. “Sir, I need you inside me.”

“Be more specific.”

“Fingers!” You gasp and groan as Felix pinches your pebbled nipple. “Please use them in me, sir! Please! Please.” You chant as he continues to rub his thumb back and forth over the tingling area. Every touch feels like looking over the edge of the castle wall to the turf below, churning the pit of your stomach.

Hyunjin tuts, leaning upwards, face inches from your mound. Breath held as his finger passes again over your hole, you whimper. Tongue pointed he kitten licks your swollen button before sealing his mouth over your mound. Licking and sucking at you, the persistent attention from his swirling muscle has your eyelids fluttering and hips grinding down on him, juices dripping down his chin. Your cunt pulls his finger in with each flutter of its walls, happy to have even this much to clench down on.

The arousal pooling in your gut, your body arches up, head pressing into Felix even harder and you flood the man below with your essence. Each pulse of your cunt forces a twitch from your flexed muscles as he releases you, tongue flat to eagerly lap at your core.

Hyunjin looks pleased as he pants, withdrawing from your netherregion, lips pink and plush from their hard work. “This is why we royalty come up with the solutions.”

“Yes! My Princes know how to take care of me. Thank you sir. Thank you for your care.” You cry and shake, giving your full weight plus some to Felix as you convulse with aftershocks.

Hyunjin motions for Felix to lift you gently off the armrests, letting you curl and rest at his feet. “Set your head here, darling, let me show you how good you taste,” he taps his knee, leaning forward to kiss you as you come near, lips still shining with your release. The taste is faint, his own scent almost overwhelming your senses, but not unpleasant. Gently his tongue presses at your lips, seeking permission. Swept into the moment you grant it easily, letting him explore your mouth, licking into the warmth just as he had your cunt.

As your kiss becomes more desperate, Hyunjin pulls you over him, your torso stretched over his thighs, ass stuck out into the room. You yelp into his mouth as another wriggling tongue swipes over your slit.

“She’s so sweet, no wonder you took your time with her,” Felix murmurs, drifting off as he indulges in another swipe.

“Felix,” Hyunjin breaks from you, strand of spit spanning the distance from your already fucked-out face. “I think she’s ready enough, we don’t want to break our present quite yet.” His face doubles and swims in front of you as your eyes fight to focus. Hyunjin chuckles affectionately as you stare back at him dumbly. “Darling, he’s going to fuck you now. You might want to brace yourself.” Gently he cups your head and lays your cheek to his thigh, mouth watering bulge twitching and straining against his breeches right in front of you. Forgetting yourself for a moment, you trace the print in the fabric with your forefinger. “So cute,” he coos, gently removing your hand, “but I didn’t say you could do that.”

“‘M sorry sir. I-” your thought is interrupted by the blunt tip of Felix’s cock sliding between your folds. Hand gripping Hyunjins thigh in anticipation, you wiggle your hips as Hyunjin pushes your hair away from your face to get an unobstructed view.

“Go ahead Felix, take her.”

Palm flat on your lower back he pushes into you to the hilt in one smooth motion. Your facial expressions and groans do not disappoint, eyes rolling back to the whites. The stretch is more pressure than pain, your slick easing him in with the prep work Hyunjin did to open you up.

“She’s a tight little thing,” Felix pulls back leaving only the flared tip inside of you, reveling in the way your lips hug around him as he fills you. “Every time I try to pull out she just pulls me right back in.”

Popping the front of his breeches free, Hyunjins cock springs out in front of you. It’s paradoxically thick in comparison to him curving up to his waistband, tip already glossy with smeared precum. “Give it a little taste, darling,” he says, parting your lips with his thumb, encouraging your jaw to open even further, pad petting your tongue. Tapping the head against your flattened tongue he seems pleased with the ease of your obedience. He tastes slightly salty and musky as you twirl your tongue around him. “Good girl, go ahead and wrap that little pout around me. Just like a sweet, just like that,” he holds your head steady to his thigh as he shallowly fucks into your mouth. He can’t get much depth at this angle but the vibrations from your moans and blissed out expression make up for it. Both men take up the responsibility of ragdolling you between them, Felix pulling by your hips as Hyunjin thrusts forward into your mouth, one in, one out.

Each prince sounds unique in his pleasure. Hyunjin caught in whines and hisses in tenor while Felix groans and grunts in his low baritone. Their styles of loving are also a study in contrast, Felix’s hands roaming everywhere, squeezing and squishing and massaging. Like a sculptor working putty into a masterwork. Hyunjin prefers pointed attacks and intense stares. Busy wandering the scene with his eyes. Watching the light play over your fingers as they twitch and tremor with each thrust. The shadow of the hollow of your cheek as his cock pulls from your lips. Even your eyelashes, clumped with aborted tears, sticking to your cheek for a millisecond with every flutter.

“‘M close.” Felix warns, pulling from you with a pop.

“No,” you whine and wiggle, searching after him desperately. Both men laugh.

“Turning our cute shy thing into a cockwhore in one round, I’ve got to say I’m proud.” Hyunjin also pulls from you, leaving you unoccupied for the first time in the last twenty minutes.

Unsure of what to do with yourself you nuzzle his thigh wordlessly. Sweat and juices trailing down your inner thighs your stomach hungers for more. Frustration boiling and bubbling in your chest you wiggle your hips again in hops it entices Felix back.

“You’re just so helpless without us aren’t you?” Hyunjin’s voice returns to its calm caressing tone. “Don’t worry darling, you’ll be filled soon. Do you want to come sit on me now? Would that feel good?”

You scramble into the throne, straddling the prince like an overeager mutt totally unaware that it is no longer a puppy. Even panting with your tongue out, nearly begging as your slit slides along his strained member.

“Felix, did you not fuck her hard enough? She’s practically wetting the seat with how needy she is. Humping me like a bunny in heat. Gotta make her cum harder next time so she’s nice and pliant.”

“Jeeze, you’re the one who said not to break your new toy,” Felix’s voice echos from the other end of the room. “Should be thanking me for having her so wound up.”

You whine as you rub yourself on him. Cunt aching to be filled again, your fingers feel itchy as you deny yourself the pleasure of taking him of your own accord.

“Normally I’d punish you for trying to get yourself off without my permission but,” Hyunjin shoots a glance over your shoulder. “There was some familial miscommunication which you should not pay for.” He lifts your hips off him, dick sufficiently lubricated with a mixture of spit and precum, and fits himself just inside your entrance. “Now take me nice and slow, I want to see each inch go in easy, okay?” His eyes search for your understanding. “And if you try anything funny, I’ll make sure you’re fucked so hard that you’ll be on bedrest for the next three days.” A sudden hit of venom laces his words, driving his point home.

Thighs burning you sink slowly onto him, careful not to let gravity or exhaustion accelerate your descent. The effort has you shaking, palms pressed to the armrests with the tips of your fingers going white. He whispers small praises as he watches himself fill you. How proud he is, how well you are doing, how pretty your pussy looks taking him in, what a good cocksleeve you are. Finally, finally he leans up and pulls you to his chest, groaning as he forces the last few centimeters of himself inside.

“How do you feel darling?”

“Full, sir,” you mumble, happy to pour your weight into his arms. “Good and full.” Hands on your hips he rolls you back and forth on him, coaxing another wet release from you. It has you floating, you want to be good for him. You need to be good for him. It’s only right to worship a future king as you would a god.

Hyunjin’s hands spreading your cheeks, another warm intrusion works its way against you, slick release and additional lubrication coating your holes. A small digit swirls around the second, virgin hole, briefly pressing as a test. You jolt, pussy clamping down around Hyunjin, heartbeat climbing rapidly. “Relax, just trust us, we know best, right? Didn’t it feel so good before when Felix got you all nice and ready. He’ll be just as gentle. It’s his nature after all. Just put your head on my shoulder like a good girl and relax.”

Following his instructions you curl onto his shoulder, hands gripping his biceps. As the intrusion works its way into you, pulling back and inching forward with each thrust, you try to focus on him. His smell, his aura, his nerves of steel. His murmurs vibrate against your ear, tickling pleasantly. A second digit is added as you whimper and bury your face in his neck.

“No no, darling. I need to see your face at least a little,” Hyunjin nudges you from the warm juncture with his chin. “Especially for this next part.” He winks at Felix.

Felix who has been grunting lowly under his breath with each effort he makes to stretch you just enough. He presses the head of his cock to your twitching entrance pushing himself until just the head squeezes past the tight ring. Your face screws up cutely with the initial pain, lip quivering. Felix tries to make it more comfortable, slowly massaging your lower back as he rocks himself with your whimpers.

The pain has your head spinning while the overwhelming fullness numbs it. From clamping down around nothing to being stretched to the point where clenching would lead to misery you’ve run the gambit. As he settles a peaceful expression covers your face. Eyelids closed, brows unknit, lips just barely parted as your jaw hangs loosely.

You gurgle happily. “Is this what being with a Prince is like?”

“No darling, this is what being with a god is like.”

“I should worship you.”

“You should. But today, for being so especially precious, we will spoil you.”

Felix leans over, joining your and Hyunjins heads. “Let us treat you.” Both men start to rock opposite each other again. Their cocks are only separated by a thin wall. There isn’t much else you can do but take it, as the coo and caress and bounce you back and forth. Your body is frozen as you chase another orgasm, lower belly and tops of your thighs tensing and shaking as more arousal splashes from you and coats their skin. Everything they do to you is gentle followed by a small reminder of their ownership. A nuzzle followed by a harsh bruising suck of your skin. A loving hand massaging your ass cheek before smacking it. Somewhere between heaven and earth your mind floats in paradise.

“I can’t take any more. I really can’t. I can’t sirs.” Your eyelids are so heavy you think you might pass out. It wouldn’t be the worst thing either, to be taken into the blessed dark as your Princes have their way.

“You can, I know you can, you’re such a good girl. One more for us.” Felix mumbles in his deep bass, pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck. “Hold her for me,” he groans airily. “I’m close,”

Hyunjin’s hands move to the tops of your thighs, locking you down to his lap. “Might want to hold onto something, darling,” he gestures to the armrests as Felix leans back from you. That was all the warning you received, Felix’s hips suddenly snapping into you with a brutal pace. Your body fights itself, not sure if it should contract inwards or try to expand outwards, leaving you jittering between white knuckles and splayed palms. Words you’d only heard the stablehands shout as they shoveled flew from your mouth, much to the delight of the men inside of you.

“Keep going ‘lixie, she’s fucked. Nothing inside that pretty little head.”

Felix’s grunts turn into small high pitched whines. His sweat drips from his forehead as he wraps himself around you, head buried in the crook of your neck. Every inch of your body spasms, thighs, ass, cunt, arms, every muscle tensing and pulsing all at once, white hot. He spills into you panting and swearing.

“Better be able to hold her for me now, or are you too weak hm?” Hyunjin taunts, letting go of your thighs.

“I can-” Felix breathlessly pulls you tighter into his arms, arms crossing your chest to brace you against his chest.

Hyunjin fucks you with equal ferocity, bouncing your body up against Felix like you were made of rubber and not flesh and bone. Felix pulls your hair back, strands sticking to the drool and tears escaping from you.

“I think you broke her, Hyune.”

You gurgle dumbly, eyes blurred and mouth open.

Hyunjin doesn’t bother talking, teeth gritted, mesmerized by the scene in front of him. Looking to the heavens, face relaxed as though you could see your soul floating inches above you, a perfect subject, a perfect vessel. Your walls clamp around him fluttering and pulsing and pulling him, proof of his superiority. Even at base level your body was desperate to have his children, desperate to ensure it took. With a gasp he spilled deep within you, granting your body it’s well earned prize.

“Let ‘er go.”

Felix slips from you, letting your chest fall into Hyunjin’s arms again. “Good enough exercise for the day?”

Hyunjin nods.

“Good idea - specially asking for her - best birthday ever.”

Part II

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ Once More, With Feeling ♡

♡ Pairing: poly!hyunlix x gn!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/angst

♡ Summary: Unable to sleep after a major argument leads to a breakup, you return to a place that's close to your heart to find comfort and end up with something much more special.

♡ Word Count: 1.4k-ish

♡ Warnings: None.

♡ A/N: I was listening to dreamy low-fi indie music and got in my feelings so, like, come get in them with meeee.

It’s 3:23am and you can’t sleep. Two tablets of melatonin, three cups of chamomile tea, and an endless loop of soothing rain sounds have done nothing to change that. Your heart aches, it’s unbearable, and there’s not a single thing you can do about it. Rolling onto your back, you rip the covers off, only now realizing how much you’ve been sweating from the anxiety of cycling through last night’s events over and over in your head.

None of this feels real, losing Felix and Hyunjin, the ones you love the most. Maybe it was a bad idea from the start, the three of you being together. Maybe you weren’t as well equipped to keep them both happy as you thought. Every “maybe” hangs over you as if it’s written in glow-in-the-dark paint on the ceiling, taunting you from the void. Does any of it even matter now? Whatever it was that led to the eventual downfall of your relationship, the argument that ended it all, you can’t go back and fix it.

Even still, your heart longs for the possibility that you’ll be together again someday. You’ve always liked to think that when you truly love someone you’ll find each other no matter what, in this life or the next. It could be wishful thinking, the musings of a hopeless romantic. What does it hurt to wish, you figure, if that’s all you have? You take a long, deep breath in, allowing your breath to slowly flow back out as you squeeze your eyes shut. If I lay here long enough I’m bound to fall asleep. Right?

“Fuck it” you groan, popping up out of bed and throwing on your fuzzy bunny slippers. Felix thought it’d be cute if the three of you got matching pairs. You hate how right he was. You’ve been fighting tooth and nail with yourself all night not to drive down to the pier. For years it’s been the destination of endless late-night drives. It’s where you snuck away together when the rest of the world felt like it was too much. Your memories of being there, as much as they might sting, are the dearest things to you and you need to drown yourself in them now more than ever.

So, before you know it, you’re headed out the door pulling a hoodie over your head, car keys in hand, desperately seeking solace in nostalgia. It’s a long, lonely ride to the pier. The combination of empty streets and too-long traffic lights gives you the sense that the world has come to a screeching halt. Whether it has or not for everyone else, it has for you. The light flashes neon green, bringing you back down to earth just as you begin to drift away, and you’re making the right turn that takes you to your usual parking spot. 

Turning the car off, you take a moment to sit and inspect the other cars around you. There are a few on your side, a dozen more on the other, but there doesn’t seem to be anyone out here. Probably all people who live nearby. Confident that you’re alone, the wall you’ve put up comes crumbling down, tears falling down your cheek faster than you can wipe them away. Why am I doing this to myself? You shake your body in what would look to a passerby like a cute, albeit strange, dance of sorts in hopes that some of the emotions overwhelming you will fall away like leaves.

Get it together. Summoning all of the courage you have, you make your way to the stairs leading up to the pier. You almost slip on the gritty, sand-coated steps, but manage to make it to the top without breaking your neck. As you venture forward you already hear the waves crashing to shore. You feel the stars watching you, their gaze intense and overwhelming. Only it’s not their gaze at all. There’s someone at the end of the pier staring back at you, teary-eyed and stunned. That intensity, that overwhelming emotion, it’s his.

Felix? No, no, no. You turn on your heels, racing back to the car before you lose it completely. “Wait!” he yells, running after you. Felix hadn’t expected to see you here either. He’d typed a million text messages asking you to come but he’d deleted all of them, thinking you wouldn’t want to see him with everything being so fresh. He’s been wishing too, as much as you have, and he can’t let this moment slip away. Your car door’s halfway open when he reaches you, your fingers held tightly around the handle.

“Can we talk?” he asks, his hushed voice skimming your neck as he pushes the door closed. You don’t fight him. You don’t want to. The feeling of his chest against your back, the wind blowing his hair so that it tickles your cheek, makes you want to melt into him. Turning to face him, melting is the first thing you do, straight into his arms. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you tight to him, the tension soothed by the simple act of having you near him again. “I’m really sorry” you weep, “I should’ve seen that you weren’t happy.” 

Felix shushes you, his fingers stroking your neck, “Stop, don’t say that. I was happy. Me and Hyunjin…working with each other, we just get frustrated sometimes and it wasn’t supposed to come home but it did. I should be sorry” “What? No invite to the family reunion?” you hear Hyunjin ask and you’re positive that you’re hallucinating. But when you look up he’s standing there staring at the two of you with an expression you can’t quite make out. “I…no…we didn’t…” Felix stutters but Hyunjin’s already walking away, heading for the edge of the pier, ignoring you like you’re strangers.

You’re so much more than that and he knows it. Enough time hasn’t passed for him to erase what you shared from his mind. Even if he could, he wouldn't. Why else would he be here? Hyunjin shoves his hands in his pockets, stopping to make a half-turn toward you. “If I admit I’m an asshole will you come with me?” “I mean, we already know you’re an asshole so…no” Felix teases, getting a laugh out of both of you. “What if I say I’m sorry and that I’d really like to not be alone…to be with you two?” A long stretch of silence separates his question and your answer.

“Wait up,” you smile, taking Felix’s hand and dragging him along with you to catch up to Hyunjin. Meeting him at the center of the pier, you take his hand too and the three of you walk to the edge together. Any other time the minutes would fly by, all of the laughter and kisses making hours feel like minutes. But, in the presence of lingering pain, minutes feel like hours. “It’s not the same,” Hyunjin sighs, picking at his already chipped nail polish and flicking it into the sea. You want to deny it but you can’t. “No, it’s not.” Felix sits down, crossing his legs as he frustratingly tousles his hair, “So that’s it, then? We’re done?” 

You take a seat beside him on the ground, sick to your stomach at the thought, “I mean, is that what you want?” “Of course not. It’s never what I wanted. We are what I want.” You turn to Hyunjin and he’s already sitting down on the other side of you, his head resting on your shoulder. “Me too” he yawns, “But what about you? It doesn’t matter what we want if you don’t—” “I do. I always will.” Their faces brighten up, even in the midst of their exhaustion. Felix takes his jacket off, gathers it in a little bundle in your lap, and lays down. “Maybe it shouldn’t feel the same this time,” he muses, “We should make it better.”

You pet Felix’s hair, “I’d like that.” Hyunjin nuzzles up closer to you, seconds from falling asleep, “Better sounds nice.” Stroking Hyunjin’s cheek, you lean into him too, every sleep aid you tried kicking in at once. Suddenly the world feels like it’s moving again, bursting with life even in the dead of night.

You’ve always liked to think that when you truly love someone you’ll find each other no matter what, in this life or the next. How beautiful it is that it turned out to be this one after all.

[leesjuicycalves]

BORED

It's your first time flying with one of the boys and you're more than excited that it's Hyunjin. You're accompanying him to attend fashion week in Paris, but you get bored along the plane ride. Hyunjin is too busy to keep you company so you decide to entertain yourself with a little something you packed for yourself. Little did you know that Minho would be the one to get the most out of your fun.

“You sure you’ve got everything you’ll need,” Chan asks as he shuts the trunk of the car after placing all the bags you packed.

“I don’t get why you have to go with him though.” Seungmin snarls as he glares at Hyunjin intensely.

“Yeah, he used to go on his own way before you were here,”

“Well she’s here now so I wanna go with her Ji,”

“It’s not fair you get to have her for a whole week all to yourself,” Changbin states as a matter of fact as he waddles towards you and encages you in a back hug.

You giggle at the guys’ protests trying to keep you from going with Hyunjin, it was really sweet how they all wanted you to stay.

“Relax Changbin, it’s not like they’re gonna be gone forever. It’s only a week for fucks sake.” You hear Minho say as he descends the front door stairs coming towards you with what seems to be a lunch bag.

“Airplane food is shit, I made you your favorite,” he lovingly hands you the bag and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

To say you were excited to be attending the Louis Vuitton Fashion week in Paris with Hyunjin was an understatement, you were over the moon. This would be the first time you were heading out with any of the guys ever since you moved in with them. He had brought up the topic prior the last week when you guys were having a casual conversation, but you didn’t really put much weight into it at the time taking it with a grain of salt. But when he brought two tickets for the both of you two days later, you were more than happy to be his plus one for the fashion show. Some of the guys had strongly disagreed on this saying that he was being selfish and that he should go alone like he always did (well besides the staff) or take Felix with him- This was Jisung’s idea, he thought it would be best to feed stays’ Hyunlix fantasies with a romantic work trip, but you made no opposition to the offer, since it would be your first time in Paris.

“I’ll see you guys in a week ok. Don’t do anything fun without me.” You say as you peck each of the members you’ll be leaving behind goodbye.

“As if these guys are any fun,” Seungmin states dryly holding you back to give you a deep kiss.

“Come on Y/N we’re gonna miss our plane. Seungmin!” You hear Hyunjin whine from the car, you chuckle and try to push Seungmin off.

“Minnie!”

“Well he’s gonna have you for an entire week, so am savoring this while you’re still here,” he says finally letting you go. You give Lee Know the last peck and head to the car.

“You got everything?” He asks you as Hyunjin starts up the car engine.

“Yes I did mom!”

“Am just making sure you have all you need baby. Have fun in Paris,” he says with a cynical grin on his face but you have no time to dwell on that since Hyunjin is already driving away to the airport.

Three hours later, you’ve already boarded the first class plane, bored out of your mind. Hyunjin’s been glued to his phone ever since you boarded, going through what he’d be required to say during the interviews at the fashion show, practicing and polishing his English and scheming through his upcoming schedules after the fashion show. You had complained to him about an hour ago of how bored you felt and he nonchalantly replied that he’d be done in thirty minutes and would spend time with you. Two hours later and you couldn’t take it anymore. You had done everything that one could do on a plane; you had had some snacks and the meal Minho made for you (he was right, airplane food doesn’t beat his). Played all the possible video games available, watched anything that was watchable on YouTube, took a nap, heck you even did a bit of workout. You considered calling the guys to see what they were up to but you figured that they’d be busy as well, looking over at Hyunjin you sigh as he was still seated next to his manager working.

You plop yourself on the makeshift bed and glance at your bag remembering that you had packed something for an occasion like this. You giggle silently and grab it heading for the restrooms. Once you get there you take out your little vibrator out and some lube, spread it all over the toy and lift your dress up pushing your panties aside just enough to slide the toy in. This wasn’t what you had originally planned when you packed it (well not technically. The plan was to have some fun with Hyunjin in the sense that he would give you a mind blowing orgasm a thousand feet in the air) but this would do as well I guess. You bite hard on your lower lip to prevent yourself from making any sounds that would attract unwanted attention as the surprisingly thick toy slides into your rim, once you were sure it was properly fitted, your hand dives back into your handbag to find the remote control for the vibrator. You rummage inside your bag for a couple of seconds but find nothing, then you end up spilling all of its item on the floor going through them but nothing in there looks like the remote control you’re looking for.

“Maybe I placed it in another bag. The suitcase?! No it can’t be there,” you think to yourself. ‘That better not be the case’, you think again, because if so the whole point of having the vibrator inside you would be pointless right now. You decide to go through your bag one more time checking the side zippers and the new zipper you just realized was on the bottom part of the bag. Nothing. You give up after pointless searching and opt to take it out, but just as you reach your hand at the hem of your panties a sharp vibration hits inside you making you whine your knees dropping to the floor. “Shit,” you curse out. As you try to get up the vibrations come again this time higher than the first. Then your phone rings.

“Hey baby,” It’s Minho on the phone and he looks a little too happy to be calling you at this particular time.

“H-hi Min,” you try to sound as neutral as possible, hiding your flushed state by giving him a soft smile.

“Are you in the bathroom?” He’s squinting his eyes as he scans your location through the phone.

“Yeah, had to pee. Wh-aaaah,” that wasn’t supposed to come out. The vibrations are getting intense.

“Really?” he says in a comical way bringing what you were looking for a few minutes ago in your view across the screen.

“Didn’t really think you had it in. Just been playing with it all the while,” he adds pressing once more on the control.

“S-stop doing that. How did you get that?” you ask visibly annoyed and frustrated but also trying really hard to hold back your moans since a certain someone still had the damn vibrator on and was currently carelessly pressing on the buttons.

“You left it on top of your bed, so I decided to hold on to it. Didn’t really know what it was at first but I figured it out once I saw the vibrator package in your room.”

“Why didn’t y-you give it back?”

“I asked if you had everything and you made fun of me sooo…..”

You couldn’t stand for this, there was a simple solution to all of this. Just take the vibrator out. Easy!

“Don’t even think about it Y/N!  You keep that nice little toy in your tight pussy for me yeah?”

You knew it wasn’t a question but more of a command. But he was miles away from you, he wouldn’t know if you took it out or not.

“Yeah, I know what you’re thinking and if you do take it out I am so telling Chan you’re the one who dented his precious laptop.” That stupid smirk he always has on his face when he knows he’s right is something you do not wanna see right now. How did you even get into such a situation? It’s all Hyunjin’s fault, it’s all on him. If he had just spent some time with you this wouldn’t have happened, you wouldn’t be here getting tortured by Minho with your own toy. Outrageous.

‘Mfffph,” you cry out as Minho speeds the vibrations a tad bit then suddenly turns it off.

“What you’re gonna do is, you’re gonna go back and sit with Hyun like everything is normal while I play with my little remote control. Okay baby,” he blows you a kiss and hangs up.

You sigh, loathing the situation you got yourself into. What a way to get entertained, this will surely keep you busy for a while. You walk out the bathroom after somewhat pulling yourself together and head to the bar cabin for a drink that you oh so clearly need.

“Hey Y/N, am done now,” Hyunjin excitedly says with a smile on his face as soon as you step out of the restroom.

“Great, I’ll go grab a drink and be right back,” you thank God that Minho hasn’t turned on the vibrator yet so you make haste to get the drink and hurry back to sit down. You are careful of how you place your ass on the chair this time because you know one wrong move could have the vibrator poking at your g-spot and you spilling out moans.

“So angel, what should we do now that am done with all my work,” Hyunjin says calmly compared to how he aggressively (but cutely) pushes you into his chest almost sprawling you onto his lap.

“F-fuck.” Fucking Lee Minho. It seems like he turned the settings all the way up, because at the speed you were currently feeling, you think Hyunjin might actually get to hear the sounds of it.

“What is it, did I hurt you?” Hyunjin immediately softens his touch and looks at you in a worried way.

“No, am….am okay. It’s just stupid muscle pull, no big deal.” You chuckle nervously scooting away from him hoping he won’t catch on to anything.

For the next few minutes, you sit with Hyunjin comfortably, well as comfortable as you would with a vibrator deep in your cunt and with Minho constantly messing with the settings. But it was bearable enough, enough for you to pay attention to Hyunjin complaining about his tight schedule and how he would immediately take a month’s vacation after it to take care of himself and stuff you with his cum until there was nothing left in him. Of course he also wouldn’t make what you were going through easy, not that he knew about all this, but the statement itself just made you clench around the vibrator.

“So about the hotel rooms, we should just share one. Mmmh baby?”

“No Jinnie, the press and your all time paparazzi. We should just get different rooms in ca-”

“One second, Minho hyung is calling.”

Of course he is, why wouldn’t he? You sigh in frustration but shoot a small smile and nod towards Hyunjin as he picks up the call.

“Hey hyung,”

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Well hello to you too Lee Know,”

“I’ve known you for a decade, don’t give me that. And you just called me an hour ago for schedule updates you didn’t care to say hello then.”

“Fair enough.”

Hyunjin moves the phone in front of you so that Minho can see you and the first thing you’re met with is his smirk that you oh so want to wipe off his stupidly gorgeous looking face.

“Hi Y/N, how’s the flight?”

“It’s ok but too tir-tiring,” evil is what he is. Pure evil. He just had to turn it up now that youre talking

“Am sure it is kitten. And boring since Hyunjin’s been working most of it right?” that stupid handsome smirk.

“N-no, he’s done now. We were in the middle of something before you called actually,” you say hoping that he’d get the hint and hang up.

“Oh is that so, I’ll be quick then I just have to ask you guys something important.”

By quick, he definitely didn’t mean a whole fifteen minutes of torturing you with your own toy occasionally tuning it higher every three minutes just to see you try to contain your flushed self. And by important he definitely didn’t mean an argument about who looks more like him among his three cats. Yeah quick and important he said.

“Min I can’t do this anymore😩.” You send it through text and youre sure he’s read it by the little smile that appears on his face on the screen.

“You wanted some thrill baby, now take it.” Fuck this man.

“But it’s been twenty whole minutes, I need to cum Min.”

“And then what, what do I get in return?” He’s raising an eyebrow at you through the screen as he engages himself in the silly argument that Hyunjin has quite gotten serious about.

“Fuck, you can do anything to me when I get back. Anything just let me cum.”

He’s smiling now. Maybe he’s considering your offer. Maybe you should consider the offer you just offered, shit.

“Your promise not mine kitten😼😽, bathroom in 3.”

You don’t have time to answer to that text as you quickly sprint towards the bathroom, you can hear Hyunjin ask why he’s hanging up all of a sudden but Minho being Minho doesn’t answer that.

“Min, I wanna c-cum so bad,” you say as you hold your phone with your shaking hand seated on the closed toilet seat, legs spread apart your folds wet and dripping.

“Go ahead kitten. Show me your pretty face when you do mmh? And that sweet pussy of yours.”

Minho speeds up the vibrations even more and you reach for the vibrator to push it in further into you feeling the vibrations deeper. It takes all you got to bite back the sinfully loud moan that chokes your throat when you finally release hard, all over your hand and at the edge of the closed toilet seat.

“Fuck, so hot. All that wasted.” You hear Minho say with a deep grunt. “God job kitten”

“Youre insufferable,” you spit out as you get to cleaning yourself up, knowing quite well that you got off the thrill of having Minho in full control even though he’s miles away from you.

You make youre way out of the bathroom and head back to where you were seated with Hyunjin only to find him buried in his phone once again.

“We’re getting one room when we get to Paris. Don’t care about the media,” he says not sparing a glance at you. You slowly nod youre head too tired to argue with him and decide to get a nap after the hard orgasm you just had. Sure that you would have landed by the time you awoke. Hyunjin glances at you as you lay on the make shift bed back facing him then he stares back at is phone.

Tissue Lord😺-“Made her fucking squirt all the way from here”

Two can play it that game.

The work written above is purely a work of fiction, nothing of it is real or has any relation to this mentioned. Enjoy 😽

And also what should I call this one🙃😕

[mixtape-racha]

it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter thirteen: ...to see what your insides look like

words: 1.26k // warnings: depictions of injuries, anonymous phone call

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 010

she didn’t stop pushing the bike to go faster until the house left her peripheral vision. changbin basically lived in the middle of nowhere, so she still had 10 or 20 minutes until she reached the town, but in her haste she had forgotten to check how much petrol was in the tank before taking off. she cursed loudly as the bike trundled to a stop, merely a mile and a half away from changbin’s home.

she knew that somewhere around the area was a shortcut into the town that didn’t involve trudging down the highway, and so she wandered aimlessly to find the path she so desperately needed in that moment. she had no idea if the intruder had followed her, and without the bike, there was no telling how fast they’d catch up to her. honestly, she had only walked for maybe 5 minutes before something caught her attention, whipping herself around with the gun raised in case it was the killer descending.

a gasp of shock left her lips as she realized that couldn’t be further from the truth - in reality, she had stumbled across a wrecked car, in the midst of some bushes at the outskirts of the woods. she inched closer, recognizing the car from somewhere. she definitely knew that car, but she couldn’t be sure where it was from. she had a sneaking suspicion building under her skin, but she didn’t want that to be true. it could be, could it? fuck… it was changbin’s car.

it was practically impaled on a tree, the front end completely crushed, and (y/n) could only hope that changbin had managed to escape the crash without any major injuries. but, of course, with the universe against her in that moment, as she got closer she saw a blood splatter across the inside of the windshield.

the glass was practically falling out of the windshield, shattered beyond repair and only adding to the effect of the dented and destroyed front end of the car. the airbags had gone off, which (y/N0 quickly noticed had changbin’s body resting on them. there was no way he would’ve survived a crash like that - blood pooling from his head, arm bend at almost an impossible angle. his legs would have been trapped under the steering wheel with the way the car had folded in on itself, and (y/n) choked out a sob at the sight. she wondered if he cried for help, or tried to escape. she wondered if he put up a fight, tried to escape his fate. she didn’t want him to have died thinking no one cared. she wanted him to know how loved he was, and how hard she would’ve fought to save him if she could.

merely a week and a half ago, she had taken all of her friends out for a meal. she insisted on paying, even when they tried to refuse, jokingly commenting on never knowing when the last time they’d be able to go out a eat together would be. god, how the world had a a cruel way of using irony. here she was now, most of her friends dead. all she had left was yeji - who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, jisung - who had disappeared with no way of contacting him, and felix - oh felix, who seemed to vanish into thin air with only a trace of blood left behind.

(y/n) was a disciple of horror and slasher movies, and so knew that without vivid proof of a body there was no way of telling whether a character was dead or not. it was with this knowledge that she clinged onto the faint hope that jisung and felix were still alive, no matter how silly it sounded. she couldn’t lose them too, not now. not after she’d lost everything else.

she was so caught up in her own thoughts as she trudged down the road headed towards the town, that she screamed when he phone rang out loudly. she had completely forgot she had it, and answered without so much as looking at who was phoning, her mind only on one thing.

“lixie, is that you? or sungie, please. please, tell me its either of you–” she rambled, hand gripped onto the device like it was a lifeline. a dark, distorted chuckle came through the speaker, and instantly her stomach turned. oh god, not now….

“poor, poor, little, (y/n). lost all your little friends, huh? what a shame…” the voice tutted, the tone making her skin crawl.

“fuck you,” she instantly bit back, feeling anger rise in her body. “absolutely fuck you, you cretin. you’re disgusting.” the words were basically spat out, and she couldn't fathom why she was even entertaining such a phone call.

“oh angel face, such horrible words. bet you didn’t know i’m doing this for you, hmm? couldn’t have all those horrible men ogling at what’s mine, can i?”

“the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“it means, little love,” the voice drawled, clearly getting off on drawing out the interaction. “you’re mine, (y/n). i never wanted to hurt you, i just needed to show you that you’re mine. those silly boys you kept around - they weren’t friends. they were just waiting for the right time to get in your pants, to defile my perfect angel.”

(y/n) scoffed, disgusted that whatever freak was on the other end of the phone could even fathom that as a good motive. “oh yeah? what were heejin, jinyoung, nari and areum? because i barely knew them. they sure as hell weren’t trying to ‘defile me’.” she knew that venom was dripping off of her words, and she just hoped it got the point across. the last thing she wanted was for the other victims to die for no reason, that would be even more awful.

the voice huffed, as if the question was an inconvenience, with no real need to be answered.

“lets call it collateral damage, hmm? but we have more pressing matters, angel. like your precious hyunjin, isn’t that right, pretty boy?”

she stayed silent for a second, confused by the words, until she heard a sickening crack - almost like a bone breaking - and an earth-shattering scream. hyunjin. he wasn’t dead after all.

but now wasn’t the time to dwell on that, what the hell was happening to him?

“don’t you dare fucking hurt him anymore, you asshole.” she spat, scowling as the killer simply laughed at her.

“better get your pretty ass back here then, hmm? because if not, well…. i might just trip and slit his pretty throat properly this time. and you wouldn’t want that on your conscious, would you?”

the killer couldn’t seriously be trying to spin this on her. telling her that her decision to run away or return to his trap would decide hyunjin’s fate? make her decide whether he lives or dies? that was next level fucked up, even for this guy.

“you’re insane. you’re crazy. you’re a psycho–”

“oh, well i’m not hearing any agreement. what if i let that pretty little head think on it, yeah? come back by midnight, or you’re the one who signed hyunjin’s death certificate.”

all she could hear in the background was hyunjin’s cries and pleas for her not to listen, not to risk her own life like that. but she knew what she had to do - she had to go back. call it a hero complex, or just basic human morals, but she wouldn’t let hyunjin die if she could stop it.

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☆ freckles & kkami’s dad~ dating hyunlix

*~siri play fairy of shampoo ~*

…sfw…

💮now, felix and hyunjin may be different types of material but they are both boyfriend at the end of the day.

💮felix puts his heart into this relationship, he is so damn dedicated to the relationship that he may forget to take care of himself, since he really just wants to do everything in his power so he can see you and hyunjin smiling.

💮but luckily the two of you are so whipped for your yongbok that he gets just as much love in return.

💮he knows that hyunjin melts at the sensation of his small hands tracing up and down hyunjin’s arm. he also knows the best way to braid hyunjin’s hair to keep it from drooping in front of his eyes.

💮as far as he is concerned his gentle touch is warm and meant for the two of you. While he can find himself fussing over hyunjin a bit more than he would like he doesn't hesitate to be a literal sunshine boyfriend for you.

💮if hyunjin captures everything on his camera, felix captures everything on tiktok. well maybe not everything but he loves relationshiptok with a passion. It doesn't matter how sickening it is he would totally beg the two of you to film a sweet little bumblebee tiktok.

💮literally the only trend you can convince hyunjin to do

💮it wouldn't be a hyunlix relationship without the three of you having a baking day, and while hyunjin doesn't really enjoy the sticky sugar and honey coating his fingers, he does like when you place his fingers in your mouth, your face innocent but your intentions something else entirely.

💮even if you're just putting extra effort into showing off for your boyfriends felix just smiles like a proud dad, because even if he acts like the more serious one he is just as shameless as the rest of you.

💮movie nights are never truly movie nights, either you're too distracted talking and bouncing around the place or you all fall asleep cuddling. if you want to really calm down their nervous energy just wrap them in blankets, cuddle them and give them nose kisses. they will fall asleep immediately.

💮hyunjin makes it 100% clear that when he is in a relationship you automatically adopt parts of his life. so before you and felix could even protest against him you were dubbed as kkami’s step parents. this includes family walks. which sounds fun until you realise hyunjin would rather you mind kkami while he explores the neighbourhood with his film camera.

💮he also forces you and felix to celebrate kkami’s birthday each year. while hyunjin prides over his sweet little family you and felix are cross legged on the floor with party hats trying to get kkami to stay in one spot.

💮dating hyunlix really is something pretty, but the prettiest moment is when you wake up. rubbing away your sleepiness you roll over to be greeted by a smiley hyunjin pecking a soft kiss on your lips. he knows that you would prefer to sleep in when you can, so even if felix is nowhere to be seen hyunjin will put special effort into waking up with you.

💮even if you’ve figured out the poly lifestyle, there is still moments where one will beg the other for more affection. maybe you are guilty of this since the boys get to be together most of the time anyways but hyunjin can really push for attention. it’s mostly subtle things like fishing for compliments or trying out different hair styles. But when that isn’t working he resorts to plan b, and b is for barging in on you and felix when you’re having a bath together.

💮he pouts removing his clothing. his attempts to seduce the two of you quickly falling short as he tries to fit himself into the tub. with some flailing and confusion you manage to keep him from slipping, holding onto your shoulders he looks down with a smile. not even his smile could prevent you kicking him out. which lead to a late night discussion with felix while hyunjin slept, head leaning on the others shoulders. “i think we need a bigger bath.” “lix how many times do I need to tell you, size isn’t the issue”

💮moral of the story, felix is whipped and would rather upgrade the dorms or his apartment to fit all three of you than tell someone to get lost.

💮felix is the prince of the relationship, his type of love is the type they speak of in old fairytales. it actually leaves you speechless, the way he goes about life as your boyfriend. doing chores, making you breakfast, giving endless cuddles and support, he does it all.

💮hyunjin is the most sensitive, he was also the most open to a poly relationship since he was so keen on being loved by both of you. he may seem pretty comfortable and confident around the two of you but he is shy and very deep into his emotions. but it has become second nature for you and felix to tend to your cuddle bug hyunjin anyways.

💮hyunjin isn't the most vain person ever, but he loves knowing his significant others are so pretty and attractive. if you try to go out of your way to impress him, colour him impressed. but even if you aren't aiming to impress he will always look up at the two of you with sparkling eyes before giving you his compliment of the day.

…nsfw…

💮you know the saying “they’re the devil in disguise”? It really rings true when the lights are dimmed and the three of you sit intertwined with each other. your back leaning against hyunjin's chest as felix dips his head back between your legs.

💮hyunjin is very loud and whiny, even when he is dominating one of you. you see, he loves to bring his flare for the dramatic into the bedroom with overexaggerated moans and whimpers. It's his form of encouragement. don’t mistake this for him being a submissive baby, you’ll be so caught off guard.

💮despite both being switches they can’t fight the deep seeded urge to completely dominate you. some days it’s hard to believe that the men in bed with you are your cuddly boyfriends. that realisation always comes later after the three of you are done.

💮sex isn’t something that just happens between the three of you. with their varying sex drives you actually find yourself having quite personal and intimate moments with one of them.

💮hyunjin is spontaneous, he would be the one pulling you and felix into his arms when he's feeling needy. he is rough and passionate, but since he is such fool for pleasure he would gladly let you or felix take control. however, he is honestly as in love as felix is. since he has such a deep and rare connection with the two of you he will always bring his most passionate self.

💮even though hyunjin is a true switch, his favourite position is having you ride him. he may never tell you this but when his fingers trail up and down your body, he feels like he is admiring a work of art, he is scared that his fingers will bruise or tarnish the canvas so he goes gentle. despite his fears you still remain as his living work of art.

💮no matter how soft he is, he has duality, some days love doesn't cut it. he wants hard and heavy sex, sex where he lets his secret fantasies see the light of day. he wants you to show him a whole other world, he wants you to make him beg and feel dirty but he also wants to put you in your place for being so goddamn sexy.

💮now felix. he may seem like he's going about his day being the most wholesome sunshine in existence but the moment his hand comes to meet your wrist, his eyes hooded and his voice husky you know you're going to have a little trouble walking.

💮felix in the bedroom is sin incarnate, he is observant every other time so you bet he knows what buttons to press to have you falling apart beneath him.

💮he is also very giving, so if he were to ruin you it would be from overstimulation or too much pleasure. giving is second nature to him.

💮his favourite form of temptation is using his voice, even if the words he says aren't overly sexual the huskiness and the sensation of his breath against your ear is your ultimate weakness.

💮when he is drowning in lust felix wants nothing more than for you to mark him and for him to return the favour. he doesn't want to rough you up too much but he can't say no to leaving harsh hickeys along your clavicle.

💮felix is so in love that the sex mirrors every feeling of affection he holds for you two, it almost feels territorial like he needs to claim you and hyunjin by charming you with his words.

💮when he is trying to grab onto either one of you and pull you closer his first thought is to gently grip your hair and bring you into to his lips. it should be rough, but felix always knows how to make the most desperate of things feel loving.

💮however, felix is still felix after all so when he isn't more lusty and he just wants a wholesome connection you will get a smiling, blushy felix. deep down he loves romance so valentines day sex? he will be so cute and happy. he makes sex feel like an exchange of all the words he never said to you or hyunjin.

💮even on the days when you are all too tired to attempt aftercare, there is still care involved. realistically, as hot as sex can be with them, it feels more like a deep connection. there are so many emotions at play daily and sex is the way you guys express that.

btw here’s a little extra hyunlix content from their latest tour 💕💕

[bunnydayss]

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✰ Random Skz–Pair Headcannons: ✰

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(Please note that I do not actually ship them in real life, this is for pure fun and giggles. — It might also not be realistic lol).

Pairs included: Minsung, Jilix, Seungin, Chanlix, Hyunlix, Hyunsung

(might do a part two based on feedback/pair requests)

Listen along while you read :)

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::🪻 Minsung 🪻:: ( Minho & Jisung )

• Minho would see Han watching other idols’ fancams and secretly learn the dance to show him during practice, just to impress him.

• Jisung would also go out of his way to try and learn difficult dances to subtly flex his improvements to Minho, cause he looks up to him.

• Minho bridal carries Jisung sometimes, or just generally manhandles him to fit his wants (Jisung gets flustered every time).

• Jisung acts like a brat for attention and Minho teases him for it every time and purposefully avoids playing along to rile up Sungie.

• If Jisung is having a bad day, even if Minho already planned/prepped for another meal, he’ll go out to the store to grab ingredients for Han’s favorite food.

• Minho proposes first, Jisung was too shy to do it himself.

• Minho is a silent affectionate, meaning he does things to better Jisung’s mood silently. Jisung is a loud affectionate and is extremely proud of himself when he can return the favor. (“Hey look what I did for you! Aren’t I the best?”).

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:: 🌻 Jilix 🌻 :: ( Jisung & Felix )

• Both would be cuddle-bugs, but Felix would be more confident asking for them, and eventually would rub off on Jisung who would slowly become more vocal about his needs.

• Both are good at switching between the one talking and the one listening. (They’re both great at actively listening and communicating.)

• Felix apologizes first but Jisung is the first one to initiate physical contact after a fight.

• They don’t fight often but if they do it’s usually due to exhaustion or pent up stress, and it’s a short lived fight (they both immediately regret it).

• Felix fondly watches Jisung fall asleep to assure his sleep schedule betters itself during a comeback (Jisung spends too much time in the studio).

• Felix proposes first but Jisung saw the ring a week ago, but didn’t mention it to not stress out Lix.

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:: 🪷 Seungin 🪷 :: ( Seungmin & Jeongin )

• Rather quiet affectionates, but can be loud when it’s a special occasion or when it matters most.

• Both propose at the same time ong.

• Seungmin drags Jeongin around and Jeongin fights back but eventually relents. (Jeongin melts into Minnie’s touch and ends up whining when he moves away).

• Morning cuddles, and refusing to let Seungmin leave the bed to start the day (“impeding morning” being I.N’s worst fear lol).

• Jeongin king of denying affection but secretly loving it (Seungmin knows).

• Seungmin puppy behavior ong, and he’s soft for all Innie’s wants, in order to please him. (“I kinda want cake”, “Innie it’s 2am”, “I know…”, “What’re you waiting around for? Let’s go-”).

• Seungmin likes to tease Jeongin by purposefully being distant from time to time, just to see Jeongin seek him out for attention. (Jeongin thinks he’s sneaky).

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:: 💐 Chanlix 💐 :: ( Chan & Felix )

• Chan workaholic, Felix fighting for his life to throw him out of the studio. (He probably kisses him silly to get his attention).

• Felix has Bang Chan lap rights and sits in his lap, otherwise Chan rests his head on Liz’s thighs and let’s him play with his hair.

• Hand size difference 🗣️🗣️🗣️ (Chan lives for holding both Liz’s hands in one of his).

• Chan plays his Lix’s legs when they watch movies, he traces his fingers in random patterns while Felix giggles and buries his head in his chest.

• Chan proposes first but only because Felix knew he’s a huge closeted romantic and wanted to let him have his big moment.

• Felix displays love through physical affection and quality time, Chan through acts of service and gifts.

• Chan and Felix have a great comedy dynamic, both knowing the same references from Australia.

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:: 🌷 Hyunlix 🌷 :: ( Hyunjin & Felix )

• Drama queen Hyunjin and Felix plays along fondly. (It flusters Hyunjin when he does—e.g. Hyunjin stubs his toe, fake cries about it, Felix acts worried and kisses his finger better, Hyunjin blushes).

• Both love when the other has long hair that they can play with. In fact their favorite way to go to sleep is facing one another with each others hands buried in their strands of hair.

• Poke and teases each other, even when the other is in a bad mood. And if they live for draping themselves over the other, putting all their body weight on the other to lightly annoy them.

• Felix proposes first, Hyunjin got so flustered.

• Big spoon Hyunjin and little spoon Felix, but they also switch and Hyunjin finds it so cute how his hands fully wrap around Felix and meet, and Felix’s can’t with the broadness of Jinnie’s torso.

• Hyunjin loves getting Felix flowers 24/7, replaced them in the vase every morning before Lix wakes up.

• Hyunjin paints while Felix finds TikTok challenges to do. (Hyunjin also paints Felix…)

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:: 🌹 Hyunsung 🌹 :: ( Hyunjin & Jisung )

• Loves play fighting, an absolute must especially with their own past.

• They’re the type to provoke one another into affection: “You wanna kiss me sooooo bad”, “I dare you” etc.

• They fight but immediately regret it due to their relationship pre-debut, so they’re scared of big arguments. They apologize at the same time, but refuse to admit it when confronted about it (“I’m so—”, “I shouldn’t have—”…“What were you gonna say?”, “Pft. Nothing”).

• Messy and messier, with Hyunjin’s artistic hobbies and Jisung’s chaotic nature, they dedicate days to clean the house together while playing music (shared playlist on shuffle).

• Jisung doesn’t like to admit it, to Hyunjin of all people too, but he loves being held and complimented. His ego (and heart) grow at Hyunjin’s small compliments, although Jinnie makes sure to tease Jisung about his like for them.

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Feel free to request any other pairs! (SKZ, TXT and maybe some other groups but it depends on my familiarity with them).

Don’t forget to eat and drink water :)

[chimivx]

HAVEN. -> Lee Know x Female!Reader ( she/her pronouns )

summary: Hyunjin was never much of a boyfriend, making all of your friends wonder why you've stuck by him for so long. You know what they say though, love makes you crazy... Or, love makes you end up in your best friend backseat straddling his waist... Something like that... Right?

words: 10k

warnings: INFIDELITY themes all throughout, hyunlix, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking marijuana, smoking cigarettes, angry boyfriends ( if you can call it that ), brief zodiac sign talk lol, SEXUAL CONTENT, unprotected sex ( DONT DO THAT ), mature themes throughout every line of this mofo, p*rn w very long plot. If I missed anything PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

a/n: Hi, I dunno what this is. SKZ brainrot. This took entirely too long to write. I don't know if I like it, eek. Minho is a dreamboat. Enjoy!

“I’m just so, so tired,” Expels from your lips in a harsh whisper, your sigh that follows is as equally exasperated.

“Do you think I’m not?” Hyunjin’s tone packs a powerful voltage, enough to startle your bones. Maintaining eye contact with the boy's deep brown eyes, you furrow your brow.

“Hyunjin,” Raising your voice to a reasonable level, you place a hand on the kitchen table that stands between you and lean toward him. Using his full name, you make a mental note of how it affects him, the discomfort appearing in the slight scrunch of his button nose.

“You have not answered my question,” He sneers. With a dramatic groan you roll your head backward, staring at the ceiling for all of three seconds before focusing back on his grimace.

“We are breaking up right now,” You say with persistence, the crease in your forehead becoming somewhat permanent, “You seriously need this information?”

“Yes,” He snaps, then shifts into a softer energy, “I never thought you’d be the one to break my heart.” The kitchen goes quiet, the only sound heard is that of the ice machine in the freezer. 

A moment passes with a stare-down, Hyunjin being the one to break it by shaking his head. A thin lock of his black hair drops over his right eye.

“I knew this… relationship was over a week ago,” He speaks with heavy intention, his words packing a punch, “I’m not oblivious,” His hair dances over his eyes some more as he shakes his head again, “But you know how I feel about you. I can’t believe you’d do something like this, you’re not even moved out yet.” 

“Jennie,” You whisper, narrowing your eyes. Hyunjin’s expression falters.

“Lia,” You continue on, listing names of women he’s slept with since your situationship began, “Nayeon,” He seems to catch on, averting his eyes around the room as he scoffs, folding his arms across his chest.

“Even fucking Felix, Hyunjin, jesus!” Your laugh does nothing to mask the frustration weeping from your eyes.

“I never had sex with Nayeon-”

“It doesn’t matter!” You shout, your hands slamming flat on the table as your eyes widen, “Do you hear yourself?”

“I do, do you hear me?” He squinted his eyes, jutting his head to the side, “You fucked Minho,” He spoke slow, fueling the fury simmering within you, “Like a little slut, in the backseat of his car, in the parking lot of Haven, while the rest of us danced together inside.” 

Swallowing hard, you refuse to shrivel beneath his interrogation.

“Hyunjin-”

“Two hours ago, I’ll add,” He smirks, finding it all a bit funny, “This happened… two hours ago. Does he know what happened yesterday morning? The moment we shared literally right here?” He presses a fingertip into the wood, narrowing his sharp, feline-like eyes.

“No,” You say, screwing your face in confusion, “Why does it matter?” Hyunjin takes his bottom lip between his teeth, sitting backward in the chair, folding his arms across his chest.

“I know some things,” He says, smug as he’s ever been.

“Enlighten me,” You whisper.

“Certainly,” Hyunjin huffs, holding up a hand for you to see. He taps his pointer finger, “Minho’s been after you for a while,” He taps his middle finger, “You’ve been after Minho equally as long,” He taps his ring finger, “You’ve got a type.”

“I do not have a type,” You say, glaring at his slender fingers that could have an obscene amount of control over you if Hyunjin really tried. Focused on your eyes, watching as they follow his hands that he places flat on the table, he chuckles.

“You have a type,” He reiterates, “Minho’s no better than me, he’s a bartender, if anything he’s worse.”

“Minho’s as clean as a saint!” You say, and Hyunjin chuckles, “He hasn’t been with anyone in ages, he’s a good guy.” Lowering his chin, Hyunjin glares at you through his lashes, speaking in a tone so low his voice has dropped a few octaves.

“Then, tell me why he fucked his best friends girlfriend in the backseat of his car last night?”

“Oh my…” You gasp, clasping your hands over your hair, grabbing it by the fistful, “I’m your girlfriend now!? You’ve never said that word, of course this would be when you’d use it.”

“You were my girlfriend when I fucked Jennie,” He shrugs. Your eyes go wild.

“That hurt,” You dig, “Fuck you.”

“Fuck you!” He curls his lip, eyes dancing around your exhausted appearance.

Dragging your hands from your hair to over your eyes, you rub the sleep away gently and sigh, placing your hands on your knees. Avoiding Hyunjin’s gaze, you stare down at the table.

“I think… I think I should go,” You offer, flickering your eyes up to catch his face of sorrow, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He whispers.

“Like… like you’re sad,” Shaking your head, you speak from an empty heart, “You don’t hold an ounce of empathy for me when you go frolicking down the streets to pick up the next conventionally attractive person, and take them somewhere to hook up,” His expression doesn’t falter, “Some of them, we’re friends with, Hyunjin. So, yes. This relationship was over a week ago when you drove me to crazy town, to the point of no return,” His eyes are laser focused on yours, “You know, in a way, it’s like you pushed me right into his arms.” 

Stepping inside dim lit, musty scented Haven was a bit like stepping straight into the Sahara, except the concrete floor was slick with spilt drinks, not dusty grains of sand. There were no windows either, just dinged up chestnut wooden planks for walls adorned with cheesy neon signs and posters of bands and other artists. Your personal favorite was the lit up pink flamingo with a bottle of tequila in its hand. 

A year ago, when you and your group of friends started making regular appearances here, you compared it to Hyunjin and his stretch of a frame. The banter that followed the laughter was essentially what got the two of you together in the first place, sharing the right amount of sarcasm, sparking an attraction to want to slip beneath the sheets… or into a bathroom stall.

Sitting at the creaky bar now on top of a cushion on a stool that was flattened with age, you gripped an ice cold glass of Vodka Cran, twisting it on the napkin the bartender sat it down with. Staring at the flamingo holding the tequila, it was perched above a long mirror that ran across the entire wall behind the bar, one that was short vertically, giving you a beautiful view of the scowl you wore.

The pink and yellow glow of the neon lights used to be accompanied with giggles, with soft touches and sneaky kisses. Tonight, those acts of love had his arms wrapped around Felix where they moved in sync on the dance floor, three inches apart without shame.

Glancing over your shoulder you catch them cheek to cheek, rocking side to side. Felix’s hands seemed nervous, they were greedy, but tentative, his fingertips sliding up and down Hyunjin’s tight t-shirt clad torso. The younger boy's eyes were pointed down, listening with parted lips to whatever charm Hyunjin was spilling into his ear. A hex, a curse, an enchantment that would keep Felix at his beck and call for as long as he pleased.

The sight of their hips grinding, and their thighs slipping between the others knees used to be nauseating, however, it’s been occurring for two weeks, so it’s become tolerable. 

At least it wasn’t a female.

Girls crawled out of the woodwork for Hyunjin, there was never a night where he wasn’t fighting one off of his hip. The boy could walk into a room, and in an instant have someone on their knees with just a look. Something about his aura, his lust fueled, mysterious facade of an attitude made them melt in his fingers like putty. Felix though, Felix was different.

The blonde haired boy taunted Hyunjin, insufferably oblivious to his flirting. 

The two have been friends for a couple of years, coming together at about the same time as you had found them. There were nine of you total, a group that never hesitated to let life go, not taking it too seriously. 

You all came with your quirks, your imperfections. You and Hyunjin were tied for ‘most self-destructive bitch’, while the others fit into every category, and somewhere in between, ranging from ‘funny guy’ to ‘cry baby’. Han took leadership of the funny guy’s, Seungmin fell into that in between grey area, and Felix made himself more than comfortable in cry baby territory.

Felix has a huge heart, Felix is a great friend, but Felix is a good boy, and he made it a game for Hyunjin without even knowing.

Once the Nayeon rift was over in your relationship, things were smooth for about a week, until Hyunjin got bored. That’s when Felix fell into his lap. Sweet sunshine, bright eyed, bushy tailed Felix, who had no idea what he was in for when Hyunjin invited him on a solo night out after a couple of days of slinking around him stealthily, buttering him up with empty words.

That night, Hyunjin pounced, and poor Felix had fallen in the trap, becoming another notch in the charismatic bastard's bedpost. 

Spinning around to watch the show the boys were lost in, you lean your back against the bar, crossing your legs. The rips in your jeans stretched at the bend, the skinny white strings over your skin threatening to snap, much like your patience. Sipping from the straw in your drink, you shake the ice around in the half empty glass as you swallow, catching Hyunjin’s eye as he continues to twist about the floor, claws in his shiny new toy.

He stares at you for all of five seconds, then turns his chin to nuzzle his nose into Felix’s hair, closing his eyes, whispering more unholy nothings. His plump, pink lips moved effortlessly, everything about this act coming entirely too easy to him. 

For god's sake, this was just his warm up, and Felix was already buckling at the knees.

“That’s still happening?” A polished, yet dreamy voice says beside you, having approached your frustrated energy after spotting you here alone from across the room. Shifting only your eyes to give him a look, you’re greeted by Minho’s silver hair and a quick eye roll as he sits down.

Dressed simply in a black t-shirt and dark pants, accessorized the slightest, taking a seat next to you was the first of many mistakes Minho was going to make tonight.

Your heart took a tumble at the sound of his voice, a slight nervousness sparking through your veins as you took in his appearance. Minho was buff, but he wasn’t built like a gym shark like Chan or Changbin. Instead the boy's muscles filled out the sleeves of his t-shirt enough to give Captain America a run for his money, and spending nights with him on the dance floor made you want to personally tell Chris Evans that America’s ass has some competition.

Holding a glass of jack and coke, Minho presses the lip of the cup to his own, rolling it side to side along the fat bottom, squinting out to the boys on the floor. His jaw is sharp, all of his features are, chiseled by Michael Angelo himself.

Taking a quick breath, you sigh and mutter, “Yes it is.”

Bobbing his head, Minho watches Felix press a swift kiss to Hyunjin’s cheek, then side eyes to see if you caught it too. To his pleasant surprise, that no longer held much of a shock value, your gaze was fixed where he balanced his glass.

Suppressing a smirk, Minho turns briefly to place the empty cup of melting ice on the bar before sliding his stool an inch closer to yours. He leans his back on the wood, crossing his arms. You could’ve sworn he flexed on purpose, his muscles seeming more defined than ever. With his chin lowered, he shot daggers at the handsy boys with dark eyes, and eyebrows slightly upturned.

That’s when you realized you were staring.

Swallowing, hard, you snap out of the trance he quite easily put you in, and sit up to compose yourself so you don't appear like a schlump.

“Is, uh,” Pausing to clear your throat, you ask, “Is Han here?” Taking a sip of your drink. Nodding with more of a purpose, Minho purses his lips and scans the room as if to look for his shadow of a friend.

“He’s here somewhere, Chan, too,” He says, glancing at you with a small smile. Returning it, you look back out to the dance floor, afraid that if you looked at him any longer your cheeks would turn pink.

“That’s great,” Your tone falls flat while Hyunjin brushes noses with Felix, pressed chest to chest. Following your eyes, Minho’s smile falters. 

All of your friends were familiar with Hyunjin’s tendencies, the boy didn’t necessarily keep it a secret. When it all started they’d call him out and put him on the spot, but it didn’t change a thing. Born a Pisces, he was infatuated with the life of chaos, but conversations with your friends made you question if his star sign was right. You’ve never seen him practice unconditional love.

As much as it sucked watching a friend hurt another again, and again, he was still Hyunjin, and like you, unfortunately, your friends still loved him. Minho however, he’s been festering in bitterness since the moment he saw you fall for the charm Hyunjin was currently casting over Felix.

He knew off the bat he didn’t stand a chance, Hyunjin was like a drug. A relentless, karmic drug that's had you hooked for too long. 

A spectator to the tumultuous year, Minho was livid Hyunjin snagged you first. You’ve always had more in common with the older boy, and if Minho had to guess, you only had one thing in common with Hyunjin. That, and your chilling attitudes, though Hyunjin was actively altruistic. You were caring, and thoughtful, and put others before yourself most times. Hell, Minho’s been standing witness to it for as long as he can remember, watching you get pummeled by Hyunjin’s emotional turmoil consistently.

When it came down to it, Minho was the one you’d run to, the guy you’d turn to for a shoulder to lean on, finding some sort of comfort in his ability to simply listen, without listening to speak. He would truly listen, and only share his thoughts if you asked.

Across the room, with Felix buried in his neck, you meet Hyunjin’s eyes swapping between you and the boy that were millimeters apart. Like you both caught it at the same time, you and Minho turn your chins to give each other a look. He wears an expression of worry cocktailed with fury.

“What?” You question, smirking, knowing he had plenty to say.

“Where’s the breaking point?” He asks, “When will you finally… snap?”

“Snap?”

“Yes, snap,” He chuckles, glancing at glaring Hyunjin momentarily, “I don’t understand how you can sit here and watch this happen.”

“Me either,” You mumble, a little white lie.

Twenty minutes at the kitchen table this morning with Hyunjin was enough to keep you on his side for another night. Sitting on his lap with his arms clamped around you, you held him as he sobbed into your chest, spilling muffled babbles of apologies and guilt ridden excuses for ‘why he is the way he is’, and that he ‘cannot live without you’. Endless empty promises, all he seemed to express, would keep you on a short leash, but what Hyunjin doesn’t know is that his cry for help this morning was pathetically transparent.

Felix gyrating against Hyunjin’s body, probably getting off on the dance floor in the middle of a crowd while the boy he was stuck to showed you the same eyes he had given you this morning was enough of a sign. Hyunjin didn’t give a shit. 

“Snap,” You say. Minho raises his eyebrows.

“Excuse me?”

“Snap,” You repeat yourself, lifting a hand between your faces to literally snap your fingers.

“Okay, Thanos,” Minho mumbles, but you miss it.

Swiveling around on the stool, you slap your hands on the bar to stop yourself, leaning forward to grab the bartender who was tending to customers on the end. Minho follows you over his shoulder, arms still crossed, wearing a smug smile.

“You’re serious?” He spins around like you, bumping your knee with his along the way. The bartender comes your way, and after grabbing your order of six different shots, bustles away to gather it.

“Pretty sure,” You shrug, tilting your head so you’re a bit closer to him, “Might as well start listening to you after all this time.”

“That’s fair,” Minho’s lips twist into a smile, “Just hope you’re not lying.” 

The bartender places six tiny glasses in front of you. With a thank you, you slide three of them over to Minho who raises a brow in question.

“What, lying like you?” You grill, peeking at his eyes before knocking back a shot of tequila.

“Me?!”

“I saw you with Han and Chan,” You smirk, happily watching him down two of the little glasses right after the other.

Wiping his bottom lip with his thumb, his brow creases, “What are you talking about?”

“You guys got here when we did,” You say, catching up to him in alcohol consumption, “Soon as Hyunjin walked away from me, I saw Han hyping you up to come over here.” Minho swigs his last shot, almost choking at the sound of your words.

“You keeping tabs on me?” He asks, squinting his eyes, closing the gap between you even more. Flickering your eyes to his lips that were wet with liquor, you look back up and only give him a smile. An innocent one that stirs up trouble as you down the last glass sitting on the bar.

Placing it back in line with a clink, you hop off the stool and hold your hand out. Unable to keep his gaze off of you, Minho swivels around, glancing at your open palm.

“Come on,” You coerce, wiggling your fingers. Laughing at himself, he snatches your hand to stand up.

“Where are we going?” He asks sincerely.

“I wanna dance,” You say, then step closer to him, lowering your voice, “And if you don’t want me keeping tabs on you, you have to come with me.”

“I’m yours,” He says, holding up his other hand in defeat. Dragging him along through the crowd of thirty other sweaty people, you peek backward at him and raise your brows.

“Famous last words,” You giggle.

“Wouldn’t choose any others,” He squeezes your hand, narrowing his eyes.

Distracted by Felix, Hyunjin misses the change of location, peeking back over to the empty stools after you’ve taken your place on the dance floor with Minho by your friends in the corner. Han and Chan were at a small table cradling their umpteenth drinks of the night, both of them breaking into widespread grins after spotting Minho in your grasp.

“Glad to see you’ve brought someone else along this time around,” Chan says, wrapping an arm over your shoulder, hugging you sideways. Han lifts his glass to cheers, taking a long sip afterward.

“Look at him,” You roll your eyes playfully at the two, then turn to Minho, “How can I say no?” 

Clicking his tongue, Minho tilts his head back with a smirk, “Chill,” His voice has dropped several octaves within the twenty feet from the bar to the corner. 

Biting down on your bottom lip in thought, you feel the wave wash over you. Gazing into his eyes that were laced with a type of passion you’ve never come face to face with, the wave more so crashed over both of you. These seven silent seconds shifted the entire night.

Minho looks over your shoulder to his friends sitting on the high top chairs, both of them gesturing to your back wearing suggestive looks of grandeur. Han and Chan have patiently waited, marinated in forced silence courtesy of Minho for a year, slowly dying inside the longer the two of you resisted the gravitational pull that’s tried for ages to tangle you up. All of your friends have actually, aside from Hyunjin who’s only suspected the pining. Han and Chan were two who were invested, using this moment to make their self proclaimed prophecy come true, ready to witness history happen in front of their eyes.

Catching Minho, you follow his eyeline and watch Han and Chan quickly pop into natural looking poses, focusing on one another and chatting about their drinks with silly little comments that ultimately meant nothing.

“Well that was slick,” You tease. Chan peeks up from his glass, lips wrapped around the tip of the straw, and gives you a wink. Han hides behind his drink, peering between you and Minho with a hidden smirk, puffing out his already chubby cheeks.

“Have fun,” He sings, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You guys are ridiculous,” You say, and turn to face Minho. His fingers tense around yours.

“Let’s dance,” He says, then pulls you into his body, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, leading you to the center of the dance floor.

Brushing by a dozen people your age, Minho finds a clearing with a smile and spins you around before finding the beat of the music himself. Keeping your hands locked, you sway with him, stepping a bit closer to close the gap.

Minho knew what he was doing, the boy was an expert when it came to moving to music. It never mattered where he was either, if he heard a beat he liked, one that he could feel in his soul, he was going to move. Like Changbin, Minho was musically inclined, his skillset extending far beyond just dancing. Tipsy enough to stand here with him without being intimidated by his extensive resume of talents, you take another step closer, bumping into his chest.

“You ever think about doing something with dance?” You ask over the music. Glancing down to where your bodies touched, Minho looks into your eyes and slips a hand around your waist without thinking twice. His fingertips press into your hip, continuing his sway, now holding you in place on him.

“God,” He mutters, shaking his head a bit, “You ask me that every three months, I think.” He smiles.

“I do,” You chuckle, placing an arm around his back, ignoring how it makes him take a sharp breath, “You just have a lot going for you,” His eyes soften as he listens to you, “Don’t you want to get out of this place? Do something huge?”

“Course I do,” He says, and though he wears a gentle expression, his tone is rough, “Don’t you?” 

You would’ve stopped moving all together if you weren’t latched onto his body.

“I would,” You say quieter, his words striking your heart, “You know I would.”

“What’s stopping you?” His eyes zone in on you, already knowing the answer he wishes you would forget about. It takes you a moment to say anything, gulping out of sheer embarrassment. You peer to the side, trying to see if you could spot where the answer had ended up.

Minho unravels his hand from yours and places a finger to your cheek, turning your focus back to him. Flipping his hand, he drags the back of his fingers down your skin softly.

“Don’t look for him,” He says.

“What’s stopping you?” You ask, studying his defined features, “From moving on?”

You don’t expect him to open up, Minho was always a person who knew how to keep a secret, like those dads who dropped random trauma stories out of the blue unprovoked. Minho could’ve deflected his answer, he could’ve made some shit up, but swaying here together over the liquor stained floor he keeps his gaze on you, pressing his lips into a line, perking a brow.

A tinge of excitement surges through you, a short burst of the feeling to keep you from getting swallowed back up in Hyunjin. Minho watches you like you’re made of stars, his eyes unable to part from yours. It was you. You were the block preventing him from moving on.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” You say.

“Do I look like I care?” Minho nearly whispers, bringing his face down closer to yours. Pouting your lips, you sigh.

“Why didn’t you get to me first?” Your voice drops as your eyes flicker to his lips, your words flowing from yours with ease, like sweet, sweet music to his ears.

“He’s too pretty,” Minho tries to smile, pressing his forehead to yours.

“He’s a dick.”

“That too,” He says after a chuckle. 

Dancing this way for a couple of minutes, holding on to one another beneath the cheesy strobe lights amongst the sea of human beings who didn’t care to look your way, your hands explored skin as your lips frustratingly ghosted each other. Minho took your waist with both his arms, his hands slipping down over your ass every few seconds, feeling too nervous to keep them there for too long. Your noses brushed, eyes locking for a bit before they’d shut between the shared air of pure intimacy.

Tossing your arms around his neck, his skin was dewy with sweat much like yours. The heat pumping in the closed off bar was always kicked up to a higher degree no matter the season, but tangled up this way with Minho you knew the bar wasn’t to blame for the warmth you were feeling. 

Your mind was clear of any thoughts that didn’t have to do with the babe attached to you, running his hands over your body. Hyunjin and his treacherous reign of terror was gone, Hyunjin and Felix were dead to you. All that was left was the heat and the need manifesting around the two of you, revealing itself from underneath the love and the care.

Seeing Minho lick his lips slowly, seemingly hungry, warps your mind. His fingertips that once pressed into your skin were gripping you now with vigor, his eyes closed as he held you tight. When they open, the look he gives you makes your jaw drop with a heavy sigh. You're unable to do much else. 

In a hurry, he tilts his chin and presses his lips to yours, this kiss long overdue. It’s packed with passion, and sprinkled with lust, deepening faster than it had happened.

Parting your lips, you slip him your tongue and nearly moan into his mouth. You feel him smile, dancing his tongue with yours, then he slides it along your bottom lip before biting it gently, pulling away, and letting go with a pop. Jaw agape, your eyes are wide as you stare in shock. 

“Sorry,” He mumbles, but his eyes are dark, signifying he didn’t feel as guilty as he had sounded. There isn’t much for you to say, you weren’t upset. With a minute’s worth of kisses Minho rendered you absolutely thoughtless.

“Do it again,” You whisper. His eyebrows raise with surprise, and to your request he does not hesitate. The gap closes quickly, his lips on yours in a second, hot, wet and heavy. The first kiss, and the following, were anything but innocent and sweet.

Moving with intensity, Minho sighs within the kiss, his brows furrowing above his closed eyes. You feel his hands move up your back, making their home between your shoulder blades where he can keep you locked in place. Sliding your fingers up into his hair that was littered with moisture, you grip the silver locks and smile when you feel him tense up. A groan escapes him, one that deepens the arousal already pooling in your center.

“What are you doing to me,” He mumbles, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek just beside your lips. Giving his head a scratch, you smile, taking a deep breath. Tilting your chin back, centimeters apart, your eyes dance over his focused look, his lips parted and eyebrows twisted with need.

“Everything I’ve always wanted to do,” You brush your lips swiftly over his, taking them down to his neck, peppering the skin with soft, angelic kisses that set his skin ablaze. Bending at the knuckles, his fingers grip the fabric of your shirt, knotting it in his fists.

Tossing his head backward, eyes screwed shut, he’s guided by your lips, melting into your touch as your fingertips graze through his hair. Popping out your tongue between your lips, you draw a small circle in the valley beneath his jaw before wrapping your lips over the skin, giving it a suck, leaving a happy little mark there for him to find later. Dragging your tongue over it once more, you kiss it and look up to Minho.

His hands slide over your ass again, giving it a generous squeeze as he puts his forehead back on yours, slipping you a quick kiss. Dragging your hands down his neck, wrapping them around the front for a moment, you look into his eyes and smile. You’ve never seen him so flustered, Minho’s always composed, always in control. Never once have you ever seen him this desperate.

“Minho,” You half ask his heavy lidded state.

“Hm?” He hums, unable to say much. Placing your hands back behind his shoulders, you give him a sensual squeeze. Opening your mouth, you want to spill everything, everything you’re longing to do with him, but for an unbeknownst reason, nothing comes out. 

Lifting a hand, Minho places it under your chin then shifts it to your neck, wrapping his nimble fingers around the base, giving it a gentle grab. Taller than you, he was above you, looking down into your eyes that have softened with submission at his touch.

“What was it you were gonna say?” He questions, parting his lips to subtly touch yours, depriving you of a kiss you were ready for. Rubbing his bottom lip on yours, he drags his tongue over the seam of your lips, then catches them in a kiss you’d be able to hear if the music wasn’t pumping.

“Want you,” You whisper when he parts from you, your lips wet with a slick that didn’t belong to you. Sliding his hand up your throat, pressing purposely with his palm, he passes your chin and places his thumb on your lips where you subconsciously give the pad a kiss.

Smirking, he pulls at your bottom lip, getting lost in your upturned brows and pleading gaze. He’s always wondered how this would happen, how it would all go down eventually once he had you. Hearing plenty of stories from Hyunjin over the months, he learned that you could be a real brat, Hyunjin bringing that out of you on purpose. Minho knew if he played the jerk, the tamer, you weren’t going to walk away fulfilled, wanting more. And he needed you to want more.

Hyunjin was good at what he did, but he never listened. Hyunjin was consistent when he was inside someone, but that’s where it would end. He had one mode, get in and get off, however, Minho had a trillion, and he was ready to figure out which one would have you writhing with pleasure, whining his name.

He believes he’s got part of the puzzle figured out already.

Toying your bottom lip with his thumb, Minho whispers, “Want to get out of here?”

“And go where?” You ask, hypnotized by his gaze that was always sultry. Smiling, Minho sighs in satisfaction. He had you.

“Out of here,” He breathes, touching your lips with his briefly, “Anywhere, so you can do everything you’ve always wanted to do, to me.” 

There wasn’t a chance you were catching onto his game, or the way he was playing it. Minho was slick, and if anything, a tad more manipulative than Hyunjin. Playing the role of your knight in shining armor, appearing effortlessly perfect in every way, swooping in when Hyunjin started embarrassing himself, and Felix…

Minho knew what he had to do to get you, because like Hyunjin, you loved nothing more than feeling like you were in control. It warmed Minho’s heart to see you melt into him, and revved him up to no end knowing that you had no idea he had his hands on the wheel, not you.

You heart longed for him, more than the need between your thighs, so if you were going to do this it would mean catastrophe for the Hyunjin entanglement you’ve overstayed your welcome in. Though you meant what you said to Minho at the bar, you snapped, that didn’t mean there wasn’t going to be an ache within you over it. You loved Hyunjin. As ridiculously shitty as the boy can be, like, absolute garbage… You loved him.

“No?” Minho asks, pulling you from your spiral.

“Yes,” You say without a thought, your eyes darting between his. He raises a brow slightly.

“But?” His tone is gentle, coaching you along patiently.

“Where is he?” You ask, gesturing to the side with a shift of your gaze for a moment. Minho narrows his eyes, a disappointed curiousness clouding in his deep brown irises.

“Why are you worried about him?”

“Becau- Minho, please,” Widening your eyes, you plead with his, “You care about me?”

“Course I do,” He answers quick.

“Then tell me where he is,” You say, then touch the edges of your lips together, tugging him closer behind his neck, and whisper, “And after that, get us out of this sweatbox, and for all I care, you can fuck me senseless on the side of the goddamn building,” His eyes blow open wide, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, “Just tell me where he is.”

“Don’t want to give him a taste of his own medicine?” Minho teases, engulfing your lips with his own messily. Whining into it, feeling your heart twist deviously, the offer was intriguing. Pulling back, Minho is wearing a wicked grin. “Don’t want him to see the perfect girl he's giving up on leave with somebody else?”

“Perfect girl,” You repeat under your breath with a laugh, glancing away, “Don’t try to talk me up, you’re already getting it, Minho. Where is he?” 

Taken aback, Minho sighs and softens his smile. Maybe you could see through the game he was playing, which made you smarter than the Hyunjin he’d compare you to.

Tipping his head away from yours, he scans the room quickly and efficiently. Hyunjin and Felix were no longer on the dance floor, they had made their way to the corner of the room where Han and Chan chatted away. Many, many empty glasses filled up their table making Minho wonder how long the two of you have been out here making fools of yourselves around everyone, shoving your tongues in your cheeks.

Hyunjin was speaking to Chan, standing beside him and still towering over where the oldest sat on the high top chair. Chan didn’t stand a chance, though he carried himself as if he was six feet tall.

The long, dark haired boy seemed worried, his brows furrowed as he leaned into Chan to talk directly into his ear over the pumping bass polluting the air from the speakers. Behind him, pouting pathetically with his knees squeezed together, stood Felix, clinging to Hyunjin’s arm with his cheek pressed to his shoulder. His entire front side was pressed to Hyunjin’s back, and Minho could read his expression from a mile away, knowing Felix wasn’t embarrassed to just be talking to your friends. 

That type of desperation could be sniffed out in seconds by a cat in heat. The way he gulped and breathed from between his pouted lips was a telltale sign, not to mention his brows that were twisted in need. Either he was hard, or, he came already and was hard all over again. 

Minho’s had one too many talks about it with your friends. Felix was annoyingly soft-hearted, but he was an easy little submissive bitch.

Minho watches the four of them, Chan and Han keeping their chins down while Hyunjin looks out to the dance floor, his wild, bugging eyes scouring the crowd of people on the dance floor, probably looking for you. When he gets close, Minho spins you around so that his back is facing your friends, keeping you out of Hyunjin’s sight.

“What? Is he over there?” You ask. Minho nods, locking his eyes back on yours.

“Talking to Han and Chan,” He says with caution, studying you closely, “With Felix glued to his back,” You both share a chuckle, “But… it looks like he’s looking for you… or, us, rather.”

“Great,” You sigh. Minho presses his lips together, waiting for you to say anything else. For the hundredth time, he is not Hyunjin, if you were going to back out of this, he would let you. 

Watching his mind come to a complete pause as he takes you in, you smile, then rise to your tiptoes to kiss him. Not once, but three times. On his lips, on his cheek, then his earlobe, where you whispered in his ear, “Let’s go.”

“You sure?” He questions, quite whiney, and you laugh.

“Minho!” Was all you had to say.

Strong hands move to your waist, flipping you around so that you could lead the way out of Haven without being seen by your friends. On the way to the door Minho’s fingertips press into your torso, sneaking underneath the hem of your shirt to catch a quick graze of your smooth skin. Sharing giggles, quick kisses and tiny suggestive touches, the two of you finally stumble out of the door after dodging a handful of others doing the same exact thing.

Outside on the cracked sidewalk there was a group of people passing around a joint, the smell of the drug smacking you right in the face as the heavy metal door of the bar shut behind you. Lined along the brick wall were others out here for a smoke, talking amongst themselves drunkenly loud. Twisting around in Minho’s arms, you toss one of yours around his shoulder and pop your brows.

“It’s a little crowded out here,” You joke. Rolling his eyes, Minho walks you over to the end of concrete, peering around the corner into the dark alleyway where two couples could be seen feet apart making out in the dull glow of the singular streetlight that stood out front. “You thought I was serious?!” Your tone is humorous, shifting into a laugh by the end of your words.

With darkened eyes, Minho snaps his neck to look down at you, shutting you up, “I want you so bad, I’ll fuck you right here in front of the stoners,” His voice is deep, and gritty, taking you by surprise. Minho smirks, “Don’t look so shocked, what did you think you were getting into? You’re messing with a Scorpio, babe.”

Speechless, you take your bottom lip between your teeth and press your thighs together, becoming unknowingly comparable to Felix who Minho just witnessed harboring the same issue. His sudden forwardness fueled the fire burning within you.

There’s no need for Minho to say another word. In the cool breeze of the night, he tucks you beneath his arm and hustles you past the bleary drunks, around the opposite corner you had started, leading you right up to his car. A recognizable black four door Range Rover that was always sleek and clean. 

Wiggling free from his grasp, you give him a cheeky look and hurry ahead of him, yanking on the handle of the backdoor. Smiling, Minho fumbles in his back pocket for the key, unlocking the doors for you, his passion burning deeper as you turn to him with a grin when you finally get it open.

Climbing in one knee at a time, Minho steps behind you and smacks your ass gently, giving it a squeeze straight after. Closing your eyes, your cheeks flush as you crawl across the leather seats, pursing your lips with shyness. Adjusting yourself so your feet are on the floor, you look over to Minho when the door shuts and the lights start to dim.

He appears as flustered as you, unsure of what the next move is going to be. He was surprised he made it this far.

As if you sensed it on each other, you both scoot closer toward the middle, hands nearly touching on the cushion of the backseat. With every care in the world, you lean into one another, foreheads caressing the other, lips hovering with hesitation knowing that what was about to follow was going to change the trajectory of the drama that was your lives.

A tiny, bitty piece of you was shouting no, don’t do it, but Minho’s cut body, sharp jawline and pining eyes that were undressing you at the moment overpowered that piece of you, screaming, bursting at the seams with need. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Minho whispers in the silence, and it’s at this moment realize how quiet it had gotten from being in the bar, to being outside, to now being in his car. His eyes flutter shut.

Lifting a hand, you brush it against his soft cheek, and cup his chin, dragging your thumb along his jaw. Minho opens his eyes, not moving a muscle until you answer him. Smiling, you give him a slight nod before turning your head to lock your lips over his. 

This kiss is immensely different from all the others shared inside, it’s actually leading somewhere. Aside from your hand on his jaw, only your lips touch. It’s soft, well thought out, and all a bit juvenile… until it’s not. A small sound, a subtle hum from Minho sets you off.

After a humiliating gasp, you’re climbing over into his lap, situating your knees on either side of his hips. Deepening the kiss, it becomes a wet, sloppy battle for who can move faster. Sliding your fingers up into his hair, he lul’s his head back onto the headrest and sighs, another whine leaving him seeming more desperate than before.

“I like that,” You mumble onto his lips, licking a stripe across his bottom lip. Taking a breath, Minho laughs within it, his eyes shut. 

“Never had a vocal boy before?” He questions, tilting to the side as you work your lips down the side of his neck once more, littering the honey colored skin with as many marks as you possibly could. Lifting your chin with a pop, after sucking at the crook of his neck so hard he whimpers again, you smize.

“Not unless he’s calling me a slut,” You say, and his eyes pop open, glaring toward you.

“You like that?” He asks. Bringing your gaze back up to meet with his, you raise an eyebrow and shrug, licking your lips. Minho eyes you curiously, then like lightning, raises a hand off your waist to grip you beneath your chin, pressing his palm against your throat. Your jaw falls open in shock, the abrupt movement catching you totally off-guard. His expression hasn’t changed, he’s still eating you alive with his eyes. 

“Forget how to use your words?” His voice is soft, yet entirely demanding, “Gonna have to talk like a big girl and ask nicely if you want me inside of you, you little slut.” Gulping pathetically, he feels it in your throat. There’s a whine that escapes you, one so quiet it could be missed if he wasn’t so enthralled with everything you did.

“Yeah,” He whispers, smirking devilishly, “You like that.”

“I do,” You breathe, answering him like he wanted you to, even if he was just messing around. You knew how to follow your rules.

“Oh my god,” He groans, releasing his grip on your neck to bury his face in it, marking your skin up just the same. Falling into his chest, tangling your fingers in his silver strands, your head falls back at the feeling of his lips on your skin, his teeth grazing along the sore spots he created. Grinding down on his lap, you moan aloud for him, one he returns, his lips vibrating behind your ear where he planted kisses.

“Minho,” You say, “Fuck this, I can’t wait,” You whine, pushing him away. With heaving breaths, he sits back, hands falling to your thighs the same as his eyes where he watches you start to mess with the button of your jeans. 

Feeling a spark in his veins, his breath hitches in his throat looking back up to your eyes that were already looking back.

“Next time we can fool around, I just need you right now,” You mutter fast, getting your zipper down at the same speed. Minho’s smile is almost nonexistent. He’s repeating your words in his head, the two at the start wiping his mind of anything else that could possibly exist. Next time.

Grabbing hold of the waistband of your jeans, Minho helps to shimmy you out of them without bumping your head on the lined ceiling of his car. He tosses them beside him, placing his hands on your knees that straddled his lap again, and slowly drug them up your bare thighs, inching closer to the place that needed him most.

Cutting him short, not wanting him to touch you until he was as exposed as you- because you knew if he did you’d both get too lost in the pleasure, and you didn’t want to come unless it was on his dick first. Minho could hold his secrets, and keep them away from you as much as he wanted, but you knew one thing to be true. Minho wants nothing more than to touch you.

Unbuttoning his pants with haste, you release a breathy sound with a smile and pull his bottoms down to his knees as he lifts his hips with you on them to help you. Glancing between your bodies that were centimeters away, you were met with everything you hoped for and more. 

“Jesus, Min,” You whisper, taking a deep breath, looking back up at him. Minho rolls his eyes and laughs.

“That’s affirming,” He mumbles, and you let his hands slide up to your hips, drawing dainty circles over the newly exposed sensitive skin, inches away from where he should be. Biting your lip, pointing your gaze down, you hear him laugh again.

“What?” You ask, obliviously cute, looking to him with wide eyes.

Minho lowers his brows in admiration and says, “It’s nice to know I’m bigger than him.”

“Oh, without a doubt,” You answer, nodding your head, your expression remaining the same.

Laughing louder, he squeezes the round of your thighs and takes a deep breath, leaning in to give you a quick messy kiss before saying, “Gonna show me what it’s like to fuck a little slut, or what?” 

Reaching for his hardened length, he intakes a sharp breath between his teeth at your touch, his eyebrows furrowing. Lifting your hips, you keep your eyes on him, his head falling back to look up at you with parted lips. His hands are stuck to your hips, making themselves at home there, his fingertips massaging your skin carefully.

Lining him up, he’s right in place, both of you ready to go. Through shared breath, your hearts are racing, but you hesitate. Composing himself as best as he could, Minho swallows hard and shakes his head a bit.

“Don’t do it if you don’t want to,” He whispers, giving you the whole truth, you could see it in his eyes.

“I want to,” You whisper back, “I want you, I need you…” Leaning into him, you crash your lips onto his at the same time you let your hips settle onto his lap, his girthy length slipping inside of you with ease.

Gasping, a wave of euphoria washes over you, your back arching you into his chest as his hips thrust up into you once he felt your slick wrap around him. Releasing a moan together, you both laugh breathlessly and subtly shift as the overwhelming sensation sucks you under.

“Oh… my god,” Minho groans from his chest, digging his fingertips into your hips. While he mentally talked down his release to himself, you swayed your hips forward and back, just slightly, to get used to the stretch. It wasn’t painful, Minho wasn’t hurting you, but he was obviously bigger than Hyunjin, something you weren’t used to.

Your body was comfortable, that much was clear, at least you could both tell by the way he so effortlessly slid into you with a shrewd squelch.

“You okay?” Minho asks as you grip him around his shoulders, chest to chest. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he presses a few soft kisses, feeling how, like him, you couldn’t catch your breath. Nodding, you sigh, and suck in a gust of air through your lips.

“Yeah,” Whispering to him, you move so you can rest your forehead on his, meeting his eyes for the first time. 

With just one look into his softened, heavy lidded eyes written in a language neither you nor Minho spoke yet, you feel him tense beneath you, a feeling that has you clenching around him without having even moved. Grabbing you tight by the waist he lifts you up so only the tip of his cock is sheathed.

“Jesus,” He mutters, his blown out pupils making you smile.

“Never thought sex would get you so spiritual, Min,” You tease.

“Shut up,” He smiles, letting go of your hips so you plop back down onto his lap. A loud moan escapes you, the sensation making you clobber your hands around him tight. “Mhm, still funny?” 

“Hysterical,” You curl your lip, then kiss him with vigor, starting to move your hips over his at an unapologetic pace. Groaning as your lips ghost his with every bounce, Minho slides his hands up your shirt and drags his fingernails down your back slowly, sliding them back up to do it again before he holds the small of your back, guiding your movement.

For minutes you stay this way, riding him on the leather seats of his expensive car, filling the empty air with filthy sounds and profanities while your hands explore each other's bodies. Minho was right, you’d never been with a guy that was as vocal as him before, not even Hyunjin. All the other guys you’ve slept with held it in, kept the sounds to themselves as if they were embarrassed, but Minho let it all go. You were certain no one would sound as beautiful as him, though. It spurred you on, let you know he was feeling incredible, and sparked the race to your release.

“Love the way you sound,” You whisper, popping your tongue out to tangle with his.

“Yeah?” He breathes, catching your lips in a kiss.

“Yeah,” You sigh, planting your hips, and twisting them in a circle. Minho screws his eyes shut, giving you a nasty sound that makes you shake.

“Fuck,” He mutters, opening his eyes, “Are you gonna come?” 

“If you keep whining like that, I will,” You say from behind clenched teeth, swirling your hips in a circle again, letting your eyes fall shut as he gives you what you want to hear. “Too soon,” You mumble, your knees involuntarily jutting into his thighs.

“No,” He groans, moving his hands back down to your hips, “Come,” He says, guiding you back into a bounce, “Next time we can fool around.” Copying your words, you give him a sly look.

Letting his hands coerce you along, every few tips of your hips you throw them in a circle, making him thrust up into you as his own release stalks him down. A guttural moan was enough to let him know he should do it again, and without thinking he does. 

The two of you cling to one another, chasing your highs, singing songs of utmost pleasure for one another, the feeling within you being pulled tighter, and tighter, until it finally snaps. Your body presses into Minho’s harder than before, locking him in place as his hips thrust up into you to ride out your high. Feeling you squeeze him tight has him spilling into you after a few more relentless bucks of his hips, definitely leaving a couple of bruises on your hips with his fingertips.

Bodies radiating with pleasure, sucking in air, shaking in aftershock like you never have, you and Minho share a slow, exhausted kiss. Parting lips, you take a few moments to gaze at one another, reveling in the euphoric feeling for a while longer.

You’re the first to break the silence, glancing to the window beside you, giggling. A smile grows on his face as he watches you, then he follows your gaze and lets out his own chuckle.

“You ever see the Titanic?” You ask, and he makes a face of disbelief.

“Have I ever seen the Titanic,” He repeats with a dramaticized eye roll, then lifts a hand to swipe across the fogged up window. It wasn’t as perfect as Kate Winslett’s, but it held the same meaning.

“How am I getting off of you without making a mess?” You whisper to him, pulling your lips into a line with a laugh. Looking down at where he was still inside of you, he pouts his bottom lip, glancing around the backseat for anything to help you guys out. Placing a hand around your back he scoots forward, taking you with him, and slips a hand in the pouch that was on the back of the passenger seat.

“Shit,” He shrugs, sitting back on the leather, “Guess we’re makin’ a mess,” He sighs, looking at you with a sweet smile, “Wait,” He stops you before you can move. Wrapping both hands around your back, he shifts slowly and carefully, keeping all extremities safe from the car set up, and he places you on your back where he can slip out of you with ease.

“Genius,” You say sarcastically. With another shrug he smirks.

“What can I say?” He plays along, reaching over your head for the panties he pulled off of you a half hour ago. Maneuvering the pair of unflattering bikini cut underwear over your feet, he slides them all the way up and plants a kiss to the inside of one of your ankles. Blushing, you turn your cheek to hide, regretting your choice of undergarments. 

Getting laid in the backseat of one of your best friends' cars wasn’t on the agenda for this evening, but here you were, with Minho helping you back into your jeans.

“Thank you,” You say, sitting up to put the button back together, and Minho, who was situating himself, shoots you a funny glance.

“Don’t thank me, you make it sound like-”

“For my pants, Min,” You laugh, leaning over to kiss his cheek. He opens his mouth to speak, then hesitates, letting it close, then open again. “You don’t have to say anything,” You whisper, and he huffs.

“But I feel like there’s so much to say,” He shakes his head, “I mean, are you kidding me? I have so much to say to you.” His tone of voice doesn’t seem to match the strength of his gaze that’s on you. Lifting a hand, you place it on his shoulder and give it a squeeze.

“I know,” You nod, your eyes wandering to the number you did on his neck, “I know you do, and I have… so much to say to you.” Looking into his eyes, the emotion within them shifted. What once was worried, and somewhat shameful, was now full of hope.

“Not now,” He says, and you nod.

“Not now,” You repeat. He maintains eye contact with you for a little while longer, then sighs and nods toward the door.

“Come on,” He says, then makes you laugh with, “It’s fucking hot in here.”

Jumping out of the Range Rover, using his hand to help you out, you and Minho both share smiles as you stretch your limbs like complete dorks. Slamming the door shut, Minho holds open his arms for you to fall into, burying your face in his chest. 

Circling his hands over your back, you want to stay right here and melt into his touch, but a person standing on the corner of the street catches your eye. They’re leaning against the building with their arms folded across their chest, looking straight at you.

“Minho?” You get his attention with a whisper.

“Hm?” He hums, looking down at you, kissing the top of your head on the way. An act that makes your knees quiver at the moment.

“Hyunjin is right there.”

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Triad [courtesans!HyunLix]

Characters: Felix, Hyunjin, older fem!OC Rating: A/O for Adults Only (sexual content, swearing) Content Warning: mentions of sex work, bisexual hyunlix, polyamory, oral, finger fucking (f. receiving), throat fucking (f. receiving), switch (sub-leaning) Felix, switch Hyunjin, switch (dom-leaning) OC, p in v, creampie (f. receiving), cum eating (m) Word Count: 3,876 Summary: Since settling into their new home, Felix has been battling performance anxiety, and he thinks he might know just the way to work through it.

It had been a long time since Felix last struggled with performance anxiety. As a courtesan—the highest and most socially honored tier of sex work—he’d battled it a little at the beginning of his career, but it had not shown up since.

            Then again, it had been a long time since Felix had singled someone out as a potential partner that he really wanted to have sex with. There was Hyun Jin, of course, but he’d known Hyun Jin for years; they’d debuted the same year and served in their country’s high court together, and their relationship was worn and comfortable. There were no nerves between them.

            Then, the queen of a neighboring kingdom had come to visit the emperor they served, and upon her arrival, Felix and Hyun Jin had been “gifted” to her for the duration of her stay. The queen, in private, told them she felt uncomfortable with the prospect, but hadn’t wanted to refuse the emperor’s perceived generosity and risk offending him. As such, Felix and Hyun Jin had taken to sleeping in the queen’s chamber, and the queen, playing that part of someone who was not only sleeping with the pair of them, but was also very possessive of them, scared off anyone else who wanted their company.

            This had gone on for several weeks, and though Hyun Jin had maintained suspicion longer than Felix, the pair of them eventually opened up to her and enjoyed their “vacation” from work. But then, as the time drew close for the queen to return to her own country, Felix stepped out of line for the first time. He told her how much he had enjoyed becoming her confidant, how much he didn’t want to go back to doing what he had been doing for the past several years, how he feared never seeing her again, never being this close to her again. He asked her if there was anything she could do to take him with her.

            She hadn’t answered him right away, in favor of bringing Hyun Jin into the conversation. Hyun Jin agreed with Felix, but admitted he never would have said anything had he not been asked.

            To this day, Felix still wasn’t sure what strings the queen had pulled, what favors or dealings she had needed to accomplish to get the pair of them to move into her palace with her, but she got it done, and that was all that mattered. Felix and Hyun Jin had settled comfortably into life in their new home, finding the ways they fit into the queen’s court and life.

            The performance anxiety came soon after that. First, Felix spoke with Hyun Jin, told him that he wanted to sleep with the queen, that he had for some time but only now felt comfortable saying something about it since there were no factors resembling coercion involved. Hyun Jin admitted the same. And so, as they seemed to do everything now, the three of them discussed it as a unit, and decided to move forward with a sexual relationship to compliment the companionship they already shared.

            Thus far, Felix and Hyun Jin had both spent separate intimate time with the queen, and Felix had never felt so embarrassed in his entire life. He wanted the queen, wanted her so badly that he actually got in his own way. He was so nervous about doing a good job, about not messing up, that he set himself up to fail. No matter how rock hard he was during foreplay, within minutes of entering the queen’s body—regardless of where—he psyched himself out and went soft. He couldn’t apologize enough for it, in his opinion, and he always used his mouth and fingers until she saw stars to make up for it, but it didn’t change the fact that he felt humiliated. As far as Felix knew, Hyun Jin was not having any such trouble.

            And that was what gave him the idea.

            It was the end of the day, and all three of them were in one of the queen’s antechambers sitting down to tea. The queen loved tea, and seemed to have a different brew for each time of day, meal, or ailment. Nighttime tea was often a blend of chamomile and lavender, meant to aid sleep. If Felix was going to say something, he had to do it now, before the tea cooled and they all got too deep in their cups and drowsy to do anything about what he wanted to propose.

            “Can I talk to you two about something?” Felix asked when a lull in the conversation hit, before he could lose his courage. Hyun Jin and the queen both turned to look at him.

            “Of course,” the queen said. She had a different voice when speaking with the two of them in private; it was like her kingdom knew one version of her, and Felix and Hyun Jin knew a different one entirely.

            “It’s about . . . our arrangement,” Felix started, wishing he had thought this through a little better. He knew what he wanted to talk about, and yet he had no idea how to phrase it.

            “Do you want to stop?” the queen asked, and though Felix could swear she sounded a little disappointed, he knew she wasn’t disappointed in him.

            “No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I . . . I wanted to ask to change the terms a little bit.”

            “What did you have in mind?” Hyun Jin asked, simultaneously concerned for Felix and pensive about the situation as a whole.

            “You both know I’ve been having . . . trouble,” Felix admitted, looking down into his tea. He noted that the queen, who had a mouth of steel and drank her tea hot enough to burn other people, had not so much as sipped hers, so complete was her attention on Felix. He bulled onward.

            “It’s like . . . I can’t get out of my own way. When I was a courtesan, it was easy. It was just work, a performance, something I wasn’t wholly invested in. Not like this. I keep thinking too much, and worrying about it, and every time I mess it up I get more worried about it, and I mess up again, and it’s like this spiral I know I can’t get out of by myself.”

            “How can we help?” the queen asked, reaching to touch Felix’s hand. Felix glanced at her, then Hyun Jin. Hyun Jin eyed Felix carefully, and Felix bit his cheek, suddenly self-conscious, wishing he hadn’t opened his mouth at all. The queen squeezed his hand, encouraging him to continue. Felix blew out a breath and snapped his gaze back to the queen.

            “I want to watch Hyun Jin fuck you,” he said. Hyun Jin’s eyes went wide, his lips parting in surprise. The queen took one look at Hyun Jin and her face split into a haughty grin. Hyun Jin caught her expression and glowered. She gave him a little bump on the arm, and his lips pulled into a bashful smile.

            God, who were they these days? It had been years since things had felt so easy.

            Well, barring the one little problem.

            “I’m not opposed,” the queen said, turning her attention back to Felix. “Do you think it would help?”

            Felix nodded, hating the blush that burned through his face. “Yeah. I think watching the two of you will get me so out of my mind with lust that I’ll be able to just join in without a single thought in my skull.”

            “Mmm,” the queen hummed, looking at Felix like she could just picture it and liked what she saw. “I’m all right with that if Hyun Jin is.”

            “I’m all right with it,” Hyun Jin said. “It’s not like anyone’s body is a secret to anyone else in this room.”

            Felix bounced his gaze between the two of them, feeling lightheaded. “Wait, it was really that easy?”

            Hyun Jin shrugged. “I don’t shy easily with this kind of thing.”

            “I think it sounds sensual,” the queen said. “When did you want to do it?”

            Felix bit his lip again, moved the queen’s hand from the tabletop down to his bulge. She glanced down, her face softening in the most sinful way.

            “I see,” she said. “Just thinking about me taking Hyun Jin’s cock is enough to get you hard, hm?”

            Felix swallowed as he looked at her, then nodded. The switch in demeanor was so seamless, so instantaneous. So they were doing this after all.

            “I can’t blame you, Felix,” Hyun Jin said as he began moving the teacups off of the low table they were using. “Noona takes my cock so well that even I drool over it.”

            Noona. A form of address they could never get away with in public, which made it feel twice as intimate in private.

            “Yeah?” Felix said, willing himself not to drool already. “Gonna show me how it’s done?”

            “He can show us both how it’s done, if he’d like,” the queen said, and Hyun Jin’s gaze snapped to hers. Felix swore he could feel the instant power changed hands.

            “I’d love nothing more,” Hyun Jin said, and if one had been watching the scene with no context, one would have been forgiven for thinking Hyun Jin had every bit the same authority the queen did.

            “How would you like me, then?” the queen asked, as composed as always. Felix caught the quirk of Hyun Jin’s lips and knew he would relish taking that composure apart.

            “On the table, of course. Why do you think I moved everything?” Hyun Jin said as thought it was the most obvious thing in the world. The queen hummed in response, moving to lie across the table. Hyun Jin folded a tea towel to pillow her head even as his eyes raked over her, as though deciding where to undress her first. Rather than undo the sash that held her long dress-like cardigan closed, he opted for merely pulling the top down from her shoulders. Felix knew even before Hyun Jin finished the motion that there was nothing underneath; these were her nightclothes, and she liked to sleep naked. Her breasts spilled out as she lay back, and Hyun Jin’s hands immediately cupped them, squeezing none too gently. Hyun Jin met Felix’s eyes then, and Hyun Jin flashed a crooked grin when the queen moaned softly.

            “I’m sure you’ve figured this one out already, right?” Hyun Jin said, pinching a nipple. The queen made another muffled sound behind her lips. Felix nodded, staring at her on display.

            “The rougher on her tits, the wetter she gets,” Felix said.

            “And the wetter she gets, the rougher you can be on her pussy,” Hyun Jin said, rolling the nipple with his fingers now. She gave a long sigh, and then Hyun Jin bent his head to take her breast in his mouth, sucking hard. She whined, hips squirming on the table. Felix clenched his hands into fists to keep from yanking his dick out of his pants right then.

            Hyun Jin spread the lower section of the cardigan open, and to Felix’s surprise, she was wearing underwear. “Tell me how wet she is already,” Hyun Jin said, before going right back to licking and sucking her nipples. She was whining and squirming more now, and Felix used one hand to keep her hips somewhat still while he delved the other into her panties to check her wetness.

            “It’s working as well as it always does,” Felix said, his fingers coming up slick. Hyun Jin removed his mouth from the queen’s breast, turned to Felix, and sucked the wet fingers into his mouth. Felix’s cock twitched. After a few seconds of Hyun Jin working his tongue over Felix’s digits to ensure he got every bit of wetness, he pulled back, and glanced back down at the queen.

            “I knew you’d be good for us,” he purred. She pinned him with a half-lidded stare.

            “As though I have a choice,” she said, sweeping her gaze to include Felix. He exhaled slowly, but decided he couldn’t take it anymore and undid his pants. Hyun Jin turned his attention to Felix, too, and Felix flushed with desire as he slowly stroked his cock, relishing being the center of attention for these two beautiful people that he loved so much.

            Hyun Jin’s tongue poked between his teeth for a moment while he watched as though he was considering switching targets. Finally, though, he said, “Use her wet for that, it’ll make it easier.”

            The queen lifted her hips and Felix slid her underwear off. Hyun Jin took hold of one thigh and spread her wide open, giving Felix plenty of room. Felix obeyed, rubbing her wetness from her slit and up around her clit before slipping first his middle finger inside of her, then adding his ring finger once he was sure she could take it, pumping the way he knew she liked before retracting his hand and using it to stroke his cock instead. He moaned, deep and low in his throat.

            “Hyun Jin’s right, that is better,” he said, letting his eyelids drift halfway closed. He might have closed them all the way, but he was far too interested in watching Hyun Jin lean down to capture the queen’s mouth with his own, open and wet and sloppy, both of them moaning into each other’s breath, the queen’s fingers tangling in Hyun Jin’s hair, tugging, making Hyun Jin groan louder and open his mouth to her tongue. She licked his tongue on the way into his mouth, tangling with his before pulling back, shared spit between them. She bit his lip, and Hyun Jin made something between a moan and whine, and just like that, Felix watched control change hands a second time.

            “Cock out, Hyunie,” the queen said. Hyun Jin pulled back and got up just long enough to disrobe his lower half and open his shirt. He was already plenty hard, and Felix was glad to know he wasn’t the only one who could get it up without being touched even a single time. “Felix, keep doing as he told you. Hyun Jin, cock in my mouth, now.”

            “Yeah,” they both said in unison. Felix moved his hand back to her pussy, stroking her as gratuitously as he dared in the process of getting his hand wetter, and watched enraptured as Hyun Jin moved to the head of the table. The table was low enough that he had to spread his thighs quite a bit to put himself at an appropriate height, his muscles working under his skin. The queen tipped her head back a little more, opened her mouth and put her tongue out. Hyun Jin put himself close enough to be accessible but let her lead, holding still while she licked every inch of him she could reach. He was looking down at her, holding his cock by the base to keep it still, but even then, Felix could see Hyun Jin’s length twitching in reaction, especially when she focused her attention on his tip. Felix moved his own now considerably wet hand back to his cock and pumped eagerly. Hyun Jin’s cock was wet with spit now, and Felix could see the trouble he was having containing himself.

            “Now?” he asked, sounding about as desperate as Felix felt.

            “Start easy,” she said, Hyun Jin made a sound of acknowledgment as he pushed his cock into her mouth inch by damp inch. Once he was sure she could take it, he started levering himself all the way in and all the way out. Felix was acutely aware of the way Hyun Jin’s tip entered her throat at this angle. Finally, Hyun Jin seemed unable to take it anymore, bucking short and quick into her mouth, barring his moans behind bared teeth. Felix had no such inhibitions, and moaned deeply at the image of them like that.

            “You two look so fucking sexy,” he said.

            “Yeah?” Hyun Jin huffed, strained by pleasure now. “Oh, fuck.”

            The queen tapped Hyun Jin’s trembling thigh, and Hyun Jin whined as he pulled his cock out of her mouth, dripping spit and precum.

            “I don’t think that’s what Felix meant when he said he wanted to watch you fuck me,” she reminded. Hyun Jin blinked a few times as though he had genuinely forgotten; he must have been closer to orgasm than Felix thought.

            “Sorry,” Hyun Jin said sheepishly.

            “Don’t be sorry,” the queen said, sounding almost too cheerful. “Just fuck me and make it right.”

            Wordlessly, Hyun Jin moved around the table, removing his shirt completely in the process, leaving him entirely bare. He pushed her thighs open wide, one of her legs lying across Felix’s lap. Felix instinctually gripped it with his free hand, keeping her spread for Hyun Jin.

            “I’ll forgive you if you break the table,” the queen commented, looking at Hyun Jin in challenge. Hyun Jin gave a little bark of laughter as he positioned himself, then drove himself all the way inside her in one stroke. She cried out then, her eyes snapping wide and unseeing for a moment. Felix allowed himself a moment of self-congratulation for readying her so well.

            Hyun Jin gripped her hips hard, fucking into her deep and fast. Felix had seen Hyun Jin fuck plenty of times—they had often been involved in group settings in the past—but this, as Felix had suspected, was different. Hyun Jin had never looked quite so impassioned, quite so desperate for a high, his or his partner’s or both, never seen his pupils so wide and dark. Hyun Jin wasn’t the type to forget himself or lose control, but this wasn’t a performance anymore, and Hyun Jin was only himself now, no barriers or personas in the way.

            “Oh my god,” Felix choked out. “Fucking move.”

            Ordinarily, Hyun Jin might have been offended, but this time, given the scene, he pulled out of the queen, just as hard now as he had been when he’d entered her, and moved aside, stroking himself leisurely while he took in Felix’s desperation. Felix peeled himself out of his pants in the time it took Hyun Jin to get out of the way.

            Felix took his place between the queen’s legs, filled her up with his length just as quickly as Hyun Jin had, making her whine. His eyes rolled blissfully skyward as he allowed himself a moment to stay fully sheathed like that, savoring the warmth and the wet and the closeness. Once he got his bearing back, he hooked her right knee over his shoulder and leaned over her, bracing his hands on the table as the position forced her to spread obscenely, bucking into her hard and fast, nearly animalistic. God, he wanted to come so fucking bad, but before that—

            “Felix, Felix, fuck, I’m close, Felix,” the queen cried, breathless. He leaned down for a quick kiss, then straightened to adjust the angle of their hips, drawing her into a partial hip bridge, and then he went right back to fucking her hard, pulling barely halfway out before slamming forward again, keeping her as deeply full as he could. Her moans climbed higher and higher until she was scratching his thighs with her nails, shaking and coming hard around his cock, her eyes disappearing into her skull from the pleasure.

            “That’s it, love, that’s it,” Felix panted. He couldn’t slow down, couldn’t show her mercy, not now, not when he was so—

            “Oh fuck,” he snarled, managing only a few more sharp thrusts and then his cock was emptying him out, pumping her full. He moaned, low and shuddering, staying pressed as far into her as he could while he came, needing his mess to be as deep inside her as possible while his high racked his body.

            Hyun Jin, to his credit, was gracious, giving them both a minute to calm down before he shooed Felix to pull out and go back to the side where he’d started, and coaxed the queen to move to the very edge of the table.

            “Can you take more?” he asked her. She nodded deliriously as she disrobed completely, letting Hyun Jin arrange her naked body.

            “Want your cum, too,” she said. Hyun Jin nodded, kissing her shoulder.

            “You’ll get it,” he said. He bent her over then, her chest resting on the table while her knees spread wide on the rug underneath. Felix moved so he could see better, and before Hyun Jin pressed back into her, Felix was satisfied to see his own cum leaking out of her from the magnitude of their combined orgasms.

            Hyun Jin restarted slowly with her, as though he intended to build all the way back up from the bottom, but she put a stop to it right away.

            “Harder,” she demanded. “Wanna come on your cock, too. Need it harder.”

            “Whatever you say, Your Majesty,” Hyun Jin said, his voice dark, mirroring her challenge from earlier. With that, Hyun Jin didn’t even bother to ramp all the way back up; he simply changed from a leisurely pace to a ruthless one in the span of two thrusts. The queen screamed, muffled by her balled up cardigan on the table, and Hyun Jin gave a short laugh, though the sound turned into a moan by the end.

            “You’re gonna overflow when I’m done with you,” Hyun Jin growled.

            “Better be telling the truth,” the queen snapped. Hyun Jin moaned wordlessly, louder than before, in response. The sound of him pounding her like that, sticky with cum and damp with sweat, was enough to make Felix moan too even though he was clearly spent, his length already softening. After just a few more thrusts, Hyun Jin broke, descending into furious little bucks while he rode out his high. He reached around her hip, furiously rubbing her clit as he finished, and she shrieked, a shudder going through her whole body before she turned utterly boneless, relying on Hyun Jin to keep her up.

            “That’s it,” Hyun Jin groaned. “Just like that. I’m not going without you.”

            The queen was shaking and nearly crying now, and once Hyun Jin stopped moving, he held still for a long minute, giving them all a chance to get their bearings. Finally, he pulled out, and the mess spilled out of her, slipping down her thighs now. She laughed breathlessly.

            “We should do that more often,” she said, her voice as shaky as her legs when Hyun Jin helped her straighten up, causing another gush of cum from her cunt. Felix couldn’t stop himself from moving forward to lap it up before the rivulets could reach the rug, moaning as he did. They tasted right all together like that.

            “We should,” he agreed when he was through. “I’ve never felt that good in my life.”

            “Glad that’s settled,” Hyun Jin said. “I feel like we waited years for you to ask us.”

            Felix gaped at him. “This was already the plan?”

            “This was always the plan,” the queen said. “The three of us.”

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Rhythm, how would couples react to a pregnancy scare?

Thanks, hope you'll have a good day😘

ohhh, this was sooo fun to think about.

my Thoughts™ under the cut.

Listen, Chris is down to have children. the mere thought of his girl being pregnant makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, he's just Ready, and when Pretty tells him she's late, he's honestly kinda hopeful... that is, until he realises how distressed she looks. "it'll be fine, pretty. with either scenario, it'll be fine", he'll tell her. to which she'll simply reply, in the quietest voice you can imagine, "i don't think i'm ready right now, though..." and even though it saddens him a bit, he understands. after all, it'll be her doing all the heavy lifting (meaning, growing the baby--or babies?), so he simply offers his support. when she gets her period the very next day, before she could even take a test, she's immensely relieved, and Chris is just happy that his girl is happy, regardless of how much he wants to be a dad. there'll be time for that, he doesn't want to if she doesn't want to, you know?

Minho has a few minutes of panic when Kitten tells him her period's late. two weeks she said. "you're two weeks late and you didn't say anything?!" to which she'll just reply "i thought it'd come! i'm telling you now!" they both panic for a bit. there'll be a few minutes of silence while Minho paces around the room and she just sits on the sofa, nervously chewing on her lip. after a while, he'll just take a deep breath, ruffle his hair, go crouch in front of his dearest kitten to hold her hands and look up at her. "if you were pregnant... would you like to keep it, or...?" and after a few moments of consideration, she'd just be like "...yeah. yeah, i'd like to keep it. but only if you want to, too", and Minho realises then that even if it scares him a bit, he does want to. so when the test came back negative, they both had mixed feelings. "at least we have more time to prepare now... we need to figure out how we'd want to raise our children first", he'll say, and she'll just wholeheartedly agree.

"i think i might be pregnant", Ginger tells Changbin, while he was brushing his teeth. he chokes on his spit. "holy shit, are you serious right now?" and she'll just nod. Changbin will practically start vibrating with excitement, meanwhile she already is vibrating with excitement. they weren't trying to get pregnant, but they both are happy with the idea, which is why, they're both bummed out when she takes a test and is negative. they'll stare at the stick on the sink, arms crossed over their chests, silent, thinking... until Spicy Gingerbread says "i can't believe we're both moping about a negative pregnancy test..." and Changbin just laughs and hugs her and mumbles a "maybe we should start planning..."

The chances of Hyunlix's partner (let's call them.... Moss) being pregnant are very slim, but never zero. They've got a uterus, and having a uterus when you're being sexually active with two people with penises will always pose a risk, no matter how careful you are. The three of them will just sit in complete silence on the sofa while they wait for the test results. Hyunjin would be ready to take care of pups if it came to it, and Felix, although isn't beaming with excitement, he supposes he can be a good dad, but after the silence stretches out for too long Moss just drops a "hope you guys know that if this test is positive i'm going full on Fetus Deletus" which will make both Felix and Hyunjin snort, and the three of them will just enter a fit of laughs. when the timer goes off and they check the test to see it's negative, the three of them heave a sigh of relief, and they'll reach a compromise to be more careful moving forward, since honestly neither of them actively want children.

[misspinkmilkmonster]

No Escape || hyunlix

Chapter three

note: remember this fanfiction contains explicit language and descriptive smut scenes. if you're under the age of 18+ and decided to read this then is up to you. I won't take responsibility of anything.

No one should take this fanfiction as any educational source.

this is just fanfiction

w/c: 1.8k

It had been two weeks since Hwang Hyunjin had discovered the whereabouts of Lee Felix. About his new life, and his eagerness to destroy everything that he had once been a part of, albeit indirectly.

Two weeks had passed since Hwang Hyunjin had found out that Lee Felix, his Lixie, his Yongbok, his angel, his lover, his sun, his baby, wanted to destroy him.

It had been two weeks since Hwang Hyunjin had decided that Lee Felix could go to hell, him and his disgusting job, him and his disgusting boyfriend, and everything to do with him.

It had been two weeks since Hwang Hyunjin accepted that he and Lee Felix were now declared enemies and that he was not going to allow him to bring down his empire, his stability, his life.

It had been two weeks since Hwang Hyunjin hated Lee Felix.

He hated him with his whole being, with every molecule of his body, with every one of his pore. He hated him so much, because he had abandoned him, because he had hurt him, because he had made him worry like shit, because he had made him feel guilty. Believing that he hadn't been enough for him, that he wasn't a good boyfriend. He had made him do stupid things when all this time he had had a new life that seemed to be perfect.

And most important of all: he hated him because he had betrayed him. And not in any way. He had betrayed him by doing exactly the same as his ex, knowing the fatidical event. Only of course, that little shit hadn't even achieved his mission because he was stupid enough to make mistakes that Hyunjin would end up finding out. Instead Lee Felix was about to get it.

And Hyunjin hated him. He despised him.

Although of course, he also loved him madly.

It had been two weeks in which Hwang Hyunjin was confused by Lee Felix's actions. Because he still couldn't understand what the man's motivations were. He couldn't understand why he had left. He couldn't understand why he had decided to join the FBI. He didn't understand why he wanted to make him fall.

Obviously he didn't know it exactly, because of course, he wasn't in the boy's mind. So he didn't know what his next move was going to be. And that kept Hyunjin a little hysterical, it worried him, because Felix knew too many things about him, about his business, about his property, about his allies and his enemies.

Lee Felix could finish him off in the blink of an eye.

However, at the same time, that thought made Hyunjin very excited.

Because he seriously, really, desperately wanted to see his precious Yongbok again. Even though a part of him hated him for what he was going through. He still loved him. And he ached so badly to hold him in his arms again, he ached to kiss him, he ached to touch him, he ached to see him, he ached to taste him, he ached to fuck him.

But that love didn't matter a shit. It didn't matter because despite that, Hyunjin hated him.

Hyunjin was getting ready to go to a meeting to close a deal. He was looking at himself in the full length mirror in his closet, checking his outfit. A nice tailored black suit and white dress shirt that made him look elegant, relentless and ethereal. It perfectly hugged his slim figure, making him look elegant and supremely sexy.

He had his blond hair tied up in a half ponytail, with a couple of strands falling strategically over his face.

A slightly stupid thought crossed his mind.

Shit, it was indeed stupid, maybe a little childish, but he didn't care, he was going to do it.

That afternoon when Hyunjin came back home, he came back with a new hair color.

He had replaced his distinctive blond with a powerful, brilliant red.

And it wasn't to brag but he looked impossibly attractive. He received looks and compliments from his workers when he got home and then when they saw him in the halls, making him feel powerful.

He had decided to bury his love for Lee Felix and he was determined to stop him. And take him down before he even tries to take him down. Because there was no way in this world anyone could stop Hwang Hyunjin and not even Lee Felix could do it.

And what better way than to seal that promise to with a change of look.

So he called a meeting with the people he trusted to decide what the fuck he was going to do about the whole situation.

Obviously, they needed to move residence, and they couldn't do it on any of the properties Lee knew he owned. That was the first thing, he needed to make his people safe from any attack.

He felt a lot of pressure at that time. He had the entire weight of the future of the family business on his shoulders. One mistake and everything went to shit.

A few soft knocks on his bedroom door brought him out of his reverie.

"It's open" he said, as he undoed the knot of his tie to remove it completely and toss it on the bed.

The door was opened slightly and three heads poked out one above the other, making Hyunjin laugh heartily, who waved them inside.

The three boys were surprised by the sound of the gangster's laughter, since he didn't laugh like that very often anymore, their happy hearts beat in unison and they entered the room.

Upon entering, they saw him taking off his dress shirt and staying in a camisole. Even with his impeccable trousers and shoes on.

The image was almost dazzling.

It was undeniable that Hwang Hyunjin was the most attractive man those three pairs of eyes had ever seen. With such a perfectly sculpted body and overwhelmingly beautiful face.

And when they saw his red hair, the three reacted. Very different from each other.

Changbin had to laugh. Shit, how was he not going to laugh at that? His friend had dyed his hair red? He looked like a chile with legs.

It suited him very well honestly. Changbin couldn't deny that. Fuck, anything suited the gangster perfectly. It was the advantage of having privileged genetics.

But that, and being his boss, did not exempt him from the older man's ridicule him.

On the other hand, Jisung had a totally different reaction.

"Oh baby!" he had exclaimed, and then he put his chin between his thumb and index finger, admiring Hyunjin's look as he made flirtatious faces as sounds of affirmation and flattery came out of his mouth. "Shit, oppa, how handsome you are, please go out on a date with me" he teased, as he clasped his hands in an exaggerated plea.

He was jocking, but he genuinely believed that his boss looked even hotter than before. This being his favorite look.

And finally there was Seungmin...

"Jesus Christ the Redeemer" he whispered, massaging the bridge of his nose, and shaking his head in total disapproval of the look.

However he thought the color looked amazing on him, he looked more attractive. Ha! it was ironic because it was Hwang Hyunjin we are talking about. But he wasn't going to admit it in front of him. Not even under torture was he going to compliment him. Neither Hyunjin nor Jesus Christ himself.

He even made a sacred gesture to exaggerate even more.

And again, Hyunjin's shrill laughter was present. Filling their ears and making their hearts swell and affection showed in their bright eyes as they saw him.

"Yeah, stop fooling around and make yourself comfortable, we need to talk" the gangster said as he took off his shoes and the three men sat on his bed.

Jisung forced Seungmin to back hug him, he was lying on the headboard of the bed and Jisung sat between his legs with his back against the boy's chest. Kim tried to shake him off but it was impossible so he let him be.

The three of them waited patiently for their boss to finish dressing in more comfortable clothes. They didn't know what specifically he wanted to talk about, all they asked was that he hadn't thought of some stupid thing. They knew it had something to do with Lee Felix. And they expected Hwang to make the best decisions without letting his personal problems with the kid get in the way of his business.

"Since you're the only people I can blindly trust, you're going to have to listen to me," he said proudly, with a mocking tone and a small smug smile, "I wanted to talk to you before I notify everyone about what's going on, omitting some information of course, especially from my father. The first thing is to move, but I need to find a safer place, we can't use any of our current emergency locations." the mobster began again, with a more serious expression, standing in front of them with his hands on his hips. Even in his pajamas he radiated an aura of authority and respect. "Kim." he called, and the named man straighten in his place, without removing Jisung from on top of him "How quickly can you get us a new place and move without attracting attention?"

"I'm not sure, maybe a couple of days if you only intend to move the staff and equipment we have in this house. If you want me to move all the staff you own then it's more complicated."

Hwang thought for a while. They could see the gears turning in his head.

"Fine, do it like this" he replied, and Seungmin nodded once.

"Hey, I don't want to be nosy and decide things for you" Changbin said, a little unsure about what he was about to say, he was playing with his fingers nervously and Hyunjin thought it was even adorable, although very incongruous with his strong and intimidating appearance. "But I don't think it's safe for you to continue going to work, or going out to meetings"

"I agree" Seungmin conceded.

"And me" Jisung said.

Hyunjin looked at them with a raised eyebrow. But he considered it for a moment, then nodded in agreement with them.

"Now, about Lee."

The three boys tensed. Expectant.

Especially Han and Kim, who were about to have a panic attack right there.

"●●●  ●●●●  ---  ●●-  ●●  -●●    ●--  ●?" should we? it had been Jisung's words, spelled out in morse code on the side of Seungmin's leg, away from Hwang's gaze.

Seungmin's response was to tighten his grip on the older man's waist to make him understand that he was agree.

"Hyunjin" Jisung started "About that..."

"I've been thinking" Hyunjin interrupted, starting to walk back and forth "That it would be fun to make some agents disappear" he said dreamily, as if enjoying the thought and savoring the pain he knew he was capable of inflicting if he put his mind to it . Like thirsty for blood.

[multiwreckedmess]

Two Princes (An Unexpected Part 2)

Pairing: Prince!Hyunjin x fem!servant!Reader x Prince!Felix Genre: Royalty AU Smut WC: 5.5k Summary: The Princes are a dream too good to be true. The previous encounter feels like a mere hallucination. They are determined to prove you wrong.   TW/CW: Power imbalance. SoftDom!Hyunjin, SoftDom!Felix, unprotected penetration, non-explicit consent, reader is called “darling” “doll” “toy”, hyunlix is called “sir”, oral sex, throat fucking, gagging mentioned, lots of body fluids, creampie/cum in mouth. Hyunjin has a name kink ig? Felix and Hyunjin aren’t related but are close like brothers so if that gives you the ick heads up. Written mostly in a fugue state with no editing because HAPPY 5-STAR DAY

As usual, this is fiction not a resource manual for how to do literally anything in life. This does not represent ANYONE real or fictional. It’s a fantasy AU FFS if you cannot figure that out I cannot help you. Also not proofread sorry...

Part 1 idk that it matters though. But people see to like it!

 Eyes shut to prolong your feeling of floaty weightlessness you roll over, surprised to find more mattress instead of the edge of the bed. Sandwiched between cool cotton sheets your fingers run over the fabric, softer than you remember but not unfamiliar, it’s fabric you’ve felt too many times to count as you practiced folding immaculate corners. There’s even more light here than in your small single room on the ground floor that has to fight for the occasional beam.   Gripping the thin fabric of your chamise with the luxurious cotton bedspread you bolt upright, eyelids flying open and heart pounding. The room is full of light linen fabrics in preparation for summer, bouncing the sun off of the walls brilliantly. Your maid’s uniform sticks out, dark stiff cloth neatly hung over the back of a small wooden chair nearby. Window open to the spring breeze, the smell of the castle garden flowers wafts past. It’s not your room, it’s not even near your side of the castle, you’re not even sure you’ve seen this room. It’s too quiet and lovely for you to feel comfortable in, years of conditioning rousing your aching body from the sheets to hurriedly don your uniform.  Unfussed about fully lacing your bodice you scurry out of the door, still making the effort to close it quietly, muscle memory hindering your quick escape. Heels barely touching the tiles, your feet propel you forward, down the side stairs to the cool darkness of the ground level, your home level. It’s easier and more familiar for you to navigate this, both the people and the corridors.

 A little sore and a little confused you’ve never felt more relieved to crash unseen into the kitchen, yanking a bundle of herbs from the pantry. You knew how to prepare the remedy, the ‘backup plan’ that had passed through the eons of people before you. Choking back the bitter concoction in your room alone you sighed. A small price to pay for a moment in a dream. It barely felt real. None of your interactions with the Princes ever did. Memories tossed in a haze of fairy dust thickly layered over your senses. What seemed so real and physical even a day prior was faded and yellowed and distant already.

 Never to happen again for sure.  You were a birthday present.  An experience for the men.  Nothing more.  Don’t delude yourself.

 From bundled in your covers, much rougher than you’d slept in the night before, to busying yourself with daily chores, you tried your best to forget. Yet you couldn’t help thinking giddily of the possessive way their eyes watched you, their tongues talked about you. Worth of winning, of dominating. A good subject, the best really that they could hope for. Their prized gift.

 It was easy to slip back into the natural rhythm of the castle. The council only convened on a monthly basis and without their direct request, few women were asked to care for either prince, mostly needing hands for meals and daily exercises, nothing that particularly required you. They were independent and easy to avoid without drawing much attention. Free agents at least within the walls of the fortress.

 It’s humid and sticky. It finally feels like summer is nearing after a cool spring. You don’t expect anyone of importance to see you, hair pulled up and away into ‘work mode’ straggling strands flying every which way. Cheeks hot from exertion you knead your fresh-from-the-icebox pie crust. Flour billowing up around your elbows as you slam the dough into the smooth marble counter. Finally seeing fit to press it flat and roll it out to cut into thin strips and carefully lattice the top of your strawberry rhubarb pie.

 “I’ve been simply craving a slice of pie,” a deep rumble purrs in your ear as you weave the delicate strips between each other. “-and I do love strawberries.”  You bump up against him as you scramble to curtsy, “Your Royal Highness, Prince Felix. What-why-you- forgive me but this is the servers quarters-”  “This is my castle,” he retorts, “nothing is off limits that is within my sight or grasp.”  You nod your head in a half bow, “correct sir, of course but- why? Your eyes shouldn’t be soiled by this!”  He smirks, eyes flitting to a stack of freshly washed strawberries, waiting to be pitted and sliced. “I wanted a snack,” he explains cooly, arm brushing passed yours to grab the fattest, ripest strawberry on the top of the pile, “and there were none left in the auxiliary kitchen so I thought I’d find my very favorite sweet.” Pouty lips wrapping around the plump fruit he bites down, red juices tinting his mouth a pinkish hue. Eyes closing slowly like a pleased cat, Felix moans. You struggle to keep your composure as a telltale throb courses to your cunt. Slowly his lids flutter open, hand turning the strawberry to you, eyes locked on your face. “It’s perfect. Won’t you try a bite?”  “Sir I couldn’t, really, they are meant for-” the firm flesh of the fruit bumps against your lower lip, finishing your sentence for you.  “Darling, you’re going to refuse a treat from your future king? That’s not the good girl I know.”  A bead of juice slides over your lips, traveling down your chin. Felix watches with pride as you slowly accept his offer, hesitantly opening your mouth, waiting for him to place the berry further on your tongue. When he doesn’t move you gingerly crane your neck forward to take the other half of the berry and bite down. An explosion of acidic sweetness plays over your tongue. It is as he said, a perfect berry, the dictionary definition of a strawberry, tangy and fresh. It’s difficult to control your eyes, momentarily rolling back in your head in delight.  “Delicious,” Felix watches you savor the experience, feasting on your reaction, arms caging you in as you chew. “I’m still a little hungry though,” his thumb swipes the trail of red from the corner of your mouth as you swallow, “aren’t you?” The wet pad playing over your lips you open and accept him in, tongue twirling around him sucking the juice off gently. Felix shudders, hips pressing forward and pinning yours to the counter. Your entire nervous system pulses, tingling waves traveling out to your fingertips, an alarm jolting through you. He leans in, eyelids half lowered, like he’s going to kiss you. Instead he stops, firmly pressing his damp thumb to your cheek and brushing flour off you before pulling away completely.  You can’t contain the gasp, the obvious release of tension from your body, the way you bit your lip to try to control your expression.  “Cute,” he coos, turning heel to the door. “Mother always said not to fill up on sweets though. Too much sugar will spoil the meal.”

 Sweaty, dirty, skirt hitched and legs unstockinged, the hot mid morning sun beats down on you as you plod through the large kitchen garden. Far less aesthetic than the gardens outside of the window you’d woke up by after that fateful day but far more useful. Flowers here won’t turn into beautiful bouquets or pressed ornaments to be put on display. They’ll turn into sustenance or medicine or be plucked to prolong the herb’s fragrance.  “Were I not who I am, I think I’d rather like the country life.” You hear a voice float your way.  “Says the one standing on the outside,” you retort without thinking or looking up. “Country life is easy when you’re not the one elbow deep in-” bent over, yanking a shallot free of the earth you are interrupted by hands at your waist and thighs meeting your backside. Yelping you whip around ready to smack the assailant who dares handle you in such a rough manner but as your head turns and eyes meet you find yourself diverting the energy into a curtsy. “Your Royal Highness, Prince Hyunjin, I’m so sorry I-I would’ve never- if I’d known- why are you-? Why didn’t you-? I’m not decent!” You stammer helplessly, eyes down, quickly working to let your skirts down to preserve what little appearance you hoped to have in front of your lord.  “Darling, I’ve seen you far less decent and will see you far less decent again, if you’ll have me.”  A lump catches in your throat, brain melting in the heat of the sun or the heat of his gaze. “I thought- I assumed it was just- I was just-”  Hyunjin smiles and laughs, brushing back the small hairs stuck to your brow. It’s a kind laugh, a knowing laugh. “Now now, our mothers taught us better than that. Never waste wine, words or women, that was the little idiom.” He looks at you with such sincerity, eyes crinkling into half moons, beads of sweat forming on his own brow as the sun rises higher. As you stand silent in the middle of the garden surrounded by freshly unfurled leaves it feels private and intimate. Slowly his arms mimic the growing beanstalks beside you, wrapping around at your waist casually.  “Sir I’m dripping sweat and caked in dirt you really shouldn’t-”  “What if I like that about you? The sweat and the dirt. What if I want my woman to be sweaty and dirty?” He cocks his eyebrow with a smirk.  It’s hard to contain your eye roll even as your heart flutters, “then that is your choice sir but-”  “You can call me my name. We aren’t in earshot of anyone, you can just say it.”  “Sir I-”  “I want you to say my name.”  You sigh, shooting him a pleading glance as you untangle yourself from his arms, “sir please my training dictates-”  “I can either say please or I can order you but I want to hear you say my name so you will.”  “Prince Hyunjin,” you say hesitantly, hoping that it will be enough to satisfy him.  He shakes his head, “just the last part. Just my name.”  “Hyunjin,” you breathe out. Though it’s a silly superstition but it feels like a bolt of lightening might strike you at any time, your body tensing in preparation for the hit. Even the slight brush of his fingertips to the side of your arms has your shoulder flinching in response.  “It sounds so sweet coming from you, darling, but I rather hear you scream it.” He says with a twinkle in his eye, hand wandering to your ass to cup it. It’s easier this time, “Hyunjin,” falling exasperated from your lips. “Not here.”  With a chuckle he steps closer, impossibly closer. The sun is hot and so is he, both sending rays of heat from their bodies to set you aflame. He smells like earth and musk. “It’s my castle. If we want to right here, we can. And if anyone says anything malicious about it I can have them beheaded.”  Your eyes bulging, you gasp. Normally you’d assume he was joking but his face is so neutral, so matter-of-fact, that there has to be at least some truth to his words. The proximity to power scares and excites you.  “But- my brother might hear about it and he’d be so disappointed to miss out on the fun! I don’t think I could bare his sorrowful stare.” And so Hyunjin leaves you, stunned in the middle of the kitchen garden, only half the leeks for dinner gathered in your basket and the afternoon sun high in the sky.

 “You’ve been requested for duty in the throne room again,” the matron eyes you up and down. Logically you know, her judgemental gaze is simply routine, scrutinizing your preparedness to undertake the job. It was a part of your work you were accustomed to. Fastidiously managing every aspect of the staff was her job, any emotion had been removed long before you were born. “Be sure to tidy yourself.” She’s brusque with words and actions alike, hurriedly closing your door behind her.  “The princes wouldn’t care if you marched in there only in your chamise, they seemed to make that quite clear,” you snickered to yourself, the matron’s final word to “tidy” still fresh in your ear. You weren’t shocked to be called back, neither was she. You were well trained in her eyes, a star pupil of hers, of course the princes would see the value in your quiet servitude. However you knew that your aptitude at sitting in a corner and refilling goblets wasn’t the reason they were asking for you and that was enough to make your stomach flutter. The tension of anticipation building and surging through you, an energy, infectiously radiated from your aura. How would you manage to keep yourself in check for however long the council would be today

 High arched windows, velvet curtains swapped recently for billowing linens, light flooded the great hall. Even your corner, your darling little corner, was brighter than you remembered. The twin glittering thrones posed domineering at the head of the long table, lined with similarly lush chairs although none as impressive. Memories of your previous foray into the belly of the castle appear in flashes as you blink. The cool air kissing your skin before their warm hands had time to. The prickle of tension passing up your spine as they admired you.  You shake yourself, you have to stay focused. You can’t get your hopes up. You were a gift, a toy, an experience for the Princes and you should be happy enough with that. No matter how they were raised or their stations in life, they were men after all. The matron had always warned you, in love and politics all men were knaves not knights. Besides what good would swooning do when work had to be done? Play your part, the stalwart help, rather than expose the small stuttering maid you feel like in their presence.  It isn’t long before advisors and guests alike trickle into the room, some mingling while standing, others immediately settling into their seats. A good mixture of familiar faces and new. The hum of voices busys your mind as you wait for someone to have want for something.  When the princes enter it feels like the oxygen is sucked from the room. The older advisors don’t seem to notice, happily continuing their side conversations. The guests notice. You notice. Instead of heading to their thrones they join the fray around the table, quiet confident smiles and assured strides carry them. Hyunjin seems more at ease, leaning to the side casually as Felix maintains his near military posture. They almost blend into the group, were it not for their beauty. Their hair is even longer since you last saw it, flowing almost past their chin, pieces neatly tucked behind their ears. Were they yours to have and hold you’d braid pieces back from their face, maybe weave flowers or ribbons through. You catch yourself. It wasn’t your place to consider how they managed any part of their appearance. It was your place to monitor the food and drink and get additional assistance as required.  A clanging of a fork to a glass jolts you up and onto your feet. Hyunjin’s glass is aloft, casually stretched in front of him, focused on you.  “Before we officially begin,” his voice fills the hall, ringing clearly off the walls, “I’d like to welcome our Miss. Would you please come to the head of the table for me darling?”  You nearly choke as all eyes turn to you. There are no other people near you, there is no excuse to hide behind. An order is an order and you find your legs moving stiffly below you, stepping almost mechanically as they bring you to the head of the table.  Felix’s hand swoops behind you, the warmth of his palm spreading through the layers of bodice, corset, and chamise, easily maneuvering you between the princes with a gentle pressure against your spine. Hyunjins hand lines up just above Felix’s, like a guard on either side.  “As she passed her trial run with flying colors, we’ve requested she become a permanent fixture as a part of these meetings,” Hyunjin beams as the party claps. Arms pressed to you, they keep your standing as your legs waiver. “Please say hello. We insist.”  You clear your throat, “I’m honored too much by your graces. I look forward to fulfilling my duties to the utmost,” your voice breaks awkwardly, embarrassed heat creeping up the back of your neck.  “We look forward to using all of your services.” Felix announces, the polite clapping of the attendees carefully covers his cheeky swat at your behind. Hyunjin gently squeezes your hip with a reassuring nod. It feels like home, even just for a second.

 Meetings and side conversations and boring court business seems to last forever. Normally you’d see at least some attrition from the advisors and guests but today each one appears to be firmly cemented to their seat. Your spine grows tired, eyes drooping with fatigue. It would be one thing if they needed you as they did the last meeting, running around with pitchers of various drinks to suit all tastes but today no one seems to want for anything. Somehow the absence of work is more tiring than the work itself. Your time is spent finding small ways to keep yourself alert, tapping your toes, staring at the bright sun, even busying yourself by changing out the many pitchers to their cooler cellar kept counterparts.  Even with the intense conversations and work happening it’s impossible to miss the prince’s apologetic glances as you pass the table once more, topping off glasses of both water and wine.  “Please,” Hyunjin claps his hands together, “no more. My brother is getting a headache and I fear I should shortly follow if this goes much longer. As I see it, there are no more pressing agenda items for this month, the rest may follow at our next meeting. Thank you all.” Hyunjin looks over his joined hands, locking eyes with you as he sits. He knows the staff’s rules, carefully watching you as you wait on your stool.

 Your eyes move between the princes, sensing the game of cat and mouse has already begun without your being aware. The thought enters your mind- at least this time you caught on before you were half dressed.  “Come, darling.” Felix’s command rings in the empty hall, shaking you all the way down to your core. “We’d like some of your assistance.”  Your pulse quickens, stepping lightly off the stool. Ears buzzing and oversensitive your footsteps sound like the marching of foot soldiers even as you pass lightly on the marble floor. It mirrors your heartbeat, wild in your chest and sinking low into your gut.  “Your royal highnesses, what do you desire?” You curtsy low in front of them. Meeting their gaze from beneath your brows at the apex of the bow. They look briefly at each other and smile.  “You.” Felix states plainly. The blatentness of it chokes you, air catching between your lungs and throat.   “I heard my brother paid you a visit,” Hyunjin begins. “He left hungry.”  “That’s funny as I heard a similar rumor about you Hyunjin,” Felix’s eyes stay locked on you. “visiting her in the garden but…you left empty handed.”  Your eyes flit downwards, embarrassed. “I’m sorry sirs, I’ll-I- if you are left wanting than the burden is on me.”  Wordlessly they rise from their thrones and meet you on the ground before their thrones.  “Are we really so burdensome to you?” Despite being only a pair their presence surrounds you, slowly circling on opposite sides like sharks.  “No that’s not what I - you- sirs- I-my words- it has been a long day for all of us and really-” you mutter, flustered. Head still tilted down Hyunjin takes the chance to plant a kiss on the back of your neck, lips working their way from your spine to the juncture between of your shoulder and side of your neck. Slowly his arms wrap around your waist, hands caressing up the front of your bodice. There’s no tugging, no hurry to remove the rough fabric under his fingertips. Instead he treats it like the most luxurious silk, breath fanning hotly as he groans.  “You’re right, we did you wrong today. Should’ve ended those pesky formalities much sooner. You must be so tired.” Hyunjin murmurs empathetically, the tones buzzing against your skin.Your body shivers, spine straightening with your head collapsing back on his shoulder. The slight suction of his mouth as he nips and sucks along his path has you head back on his shoulder, gasping for air.  “We must’ve mistaken a tired mind for disinterest, isn’t that right darling?” Felix presses himself to your front, sandwiching you between their warm frames. “Or did a cat catch your tongue?” He laughs and his licks from your collarbone up the column of your throat. If it weren’t for their pressure you’d have collapsed to the floor between them as your legs turn to jelly.

 The princes feel the additional weight immediately.  “Move?”  “Mhm.”  “Garden room.”  “Perfect.”  Their casual communication to each other is a far crying from the flowering sentences they court you with. Brisk, short, economical with their words. The dialogue of two men who need none to understand each other. Felix breaks from you, his hand still curled over yours, tugging the mass of you and Hyunjin forward through the room to a small door you hadn’t remembered ever spotting. Whisking you down the corridor you barely remember the area before you pop out the other side into the room you’d woken up in after your last foray. The sun casting a reddish orange over, particles of dust float in the air, the bed shoddily made, unlike those you tended to. Less like the image of opulence you’d originally made it to be, more of a sanctuary from daily castle life.

 They assume their roles naturally, Felix left to undress you, like last time, as Hyunjin undresses himself. Felix’s hands are sure of their path, unlacing your bodice, unpinning the waist of your skirts, popping open the confines of your corset, each action a smooth steady motion. Goosebumps coat your newly exposed skin as he peels off layers at a time. He peppers the areas with warm kisses as he tosses the fabric to the floor at the side of the bed, dark fabrics sitting like piles of fallen leaves. With the smallest of pushes Felix presses your back to the mattress, pulling your legs up against his torso to shimmy your loosened skirts and bloomers the rest of the way off your body.

 Head sliding sideways Hyunjin reappears in your line of sight. Lit by the streams of the setting sun his body line is thin and muscular, elegant as ever. Even as he slowly strokes his already aroused member he looks beautiful. Lips parted slightly and eyes locked with yours, his thighs meet the foot of the bed and hault him just barely within your fingertips reach. Eyes unable to tear themselves from him, you feel your thighs press into Felix’s shoulders as he pulls your pelvis to the edge of the bed. Chest tensing, eyes blown wide, you gasp as his lips tickle your inner thigh. For a moment your eyes cross as Hyunjin laughs, a series of three short airy hums.  “Focus on me, darling,” he purrs, “you know how much I love to see your pretty expressions.”  With a breathy “yes, sir,” you nod shortly as he approaches you, knees cushioned by the billowing fabrics of the bed. Hungry for him you drop your jaw and let your tongue loll, an open invitation he readily takes. Supporting at the back of your neck, he coos as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, barely pursing your lips as you kiss your way down. Hyunjin shudders when you finally wrap yourself fully around him and you preen. Seeing the Prince in such a vulnerable state so suddenly grows the fire in your belly, motivates you to go further, screwing your eyes open to watch him as you struggle to take the full length into your throat, tears burning and blurring your vision.  “Do you trust your future king?” Hyunjins long fingers trace your throat.  Slurping you nod.  “If it’s too much tap my thigh twice, if it’s urgent, pinch. I don’t care if it hurts me, you have my permission.” Carefully he lays your head down, placing his thighs on either side of your head. As he takes your mouth you feel him bump against a resistance in your throat. Trying your best to force past it, you find the position puts you at his complete mercy, trapped between him and Felix. You gag softly as he attempts a second push. “Slowly darling, breathe through your nose. Trust me.” Delicate strokes of his fingers down the column of your throat calm you. With a full breath in through your nose he pops past the barrier with a hiss, nearly immediately retreating fully, strands of spit still connecting the two of you. With tender touches he swipes the mess from your jaw, “you did so well darling. See how easy it is when you trust me?”  “Yes sir,” you pant.  Palm pressed to the side of your neck he fucks your throat, watching the swell of your neck as he fills you, whining with each flex of your muscle eager to gulp him down. “Just like that, keep breathing darling. Breath calms-fuck- just a little more.”  Pacing your breathing is a difficult task with Felix taking every opportunity to distract you. His breath is so warm on your inner thighs as he teases you, lips just barely brushing over your slit as he passes from leg to leg as if one would get jealous of the other if lingered on for too long. Finally he sees you’re wound up enough to settle at your mound. Tongue dipping between your folds and tracing you slowly, the warms of his mouth meshes with the heat of your sex. Hands tangling into the sheets as you try to ground yourself as he hones in on your clit. Flicking and swirling his taut muscle around it you hardly notice the almost inaudible whines that escape your open mouth. His hands grasp your thighs to him as your hips kick upwards, still speared between the two of them.

 As you feel Hyunjins thighs tense below your palms he withdraws with a groan. “He’s doing a good job right? Your Prince is treating you well?” Hyunjin goads. “Tell him, tell him how good he is.”  “Sir, so good,” you croak, barely able to crane over your body to look down at the source of pleasure.  “Which sir?” Hyunjin smirks, “we’re both your sir. So tell me who.”  “Prince Felix, sir,” you stutter and catch on his name. Your fingers desperately want to scramble and tug on the mop of blonde hair between your legs. Groaning, you gather the sheets into your fists to satiate your need. “It feels so good. God you feel so good.” Endorphins flood your body, bursting from your center out to your fingertips like white hot fire. Your whines reach a fever pitch, warbling as your body shakes. “Sir, Felix, sir,” panic rises in your throat as another wave quickly hits. Your abs tense and brace down, the walls of your sex clenching and pulsing around nothing. His hand joins his mouth, fingers short and small but strong to make up for it, quickly fucking into you as tears prick the corners of your eyes. The world spins around you, spiraling into intense pleasure. A wash of relief passes over you, in you, through you, sensitizing you. You gulp air down, lungs hiccupping it back in small bursts as you tremble and twist and cry, senses lost to the world.  “Enough, we don’t want to break her,” Hyunjin pulls Felix back from you by his mane of hair, his mouth and jaw glisten with a mess of spit and your juices.  Felix pants and snarls like a man possessed, “wanted to see how many she could take.” Shaking himself of Hyunjin, he runs his hands along your legs, still vibrating with exhaustion.  “Wanted to spoil our present. Otherwise how will she know how sweet she tastes?”  “Go show her then,” Hyunjin clambers between your thighs, practically forcing Felix from his post. Cock in hand he teases your hole, gathering the mess to lubricate himself. He fills you with one steady thrust, stretching out to accommodate him with a groan. You moan as his hips push harder into the backs of your thighs, the head of his cock stirring your guts.  Looking up at Felix dreamily he seems like the son of Apollo rather than a son of a man, shining back at you as fiercely as the sun. “You missed this didn’t you doll?” He leans down lips to yours, catching your reply before you manage to voice it, stealing a messy kiss as you moan. You taste more him than yourself, the tanin of the red wine still clinging to his tongue, as juicy and ripe as the heat of the august sun had baked the grapes that made it.  “Yes sir,” you manage to groan, open mouth pressed to his shoulder as Hyunjin leans his whole body weight forward into your thighs.  “Good. Maybe next time you won’t steal yourself so selfishly from us.” Hyunjin hisses as his hips pull back, pulling a groan from you as well. Your hands scramble indecisively, the need to grab him and fill yourself once again fighting your training to treat each man with white gloves. You can hear Felix chuckle at your side, pitch starting low and climbing slightly. He’s finally fully undressed himself, each groove of his musculature seemingly cut from glass, his undertones contrasting with Hyunjin’s, both luminescent in the low light. Laid bare like this their different lineages could not be more clear despite their joint upbringing.  “You want to be ours, right?” Felix sweeps some of the collected strands of hair from your brow. “We won’t play with a toy that doesn’t want to be played with.”  “Sir- I want- I want-” your reply emerges in quick gasps as Hyunjin’s hips roll into you over and over, driving you back into the center of the mattress.  “You want? Hyune- are you not fucking her hard enough? She wants.” Felix smirks at the elder.  Hyunjin grunts and withdraws from you, clearly annoyed by Felix’s goading.  Grabbing your hips he shoves you onto your side and then stomach, his grip leaving indents in your soft flesh. You scramble to accommodate his wordless directions, pushing your knees below you as he pulls your ass up, presenting to him lewdly. Hasty and animalistic he pushes back into you easily, new angle and new sense of fullness. Wobbling with each thrust you try to prop your chest up and away from the bed, arms knocking out from under you, defeated.  Back arched fully up you gasp into the mattress, wailing and moaning muffled in the down, drool soaking into the sheets.  “Who is fucking you dumb?”  “Sir, Prince Hyunjin sir.” You yelp against the damp fabric.  “What is my name?”   A wail escapes your mouth instead of a name.  Hyunjin leans over, hips still pistoning against you. With a shaky growl he commands you,“say my name.”  It’s like a dam in you breaks fully, flooding the air with words and his member with your arousal. “Hyunjin! Hyunjin,” you scream without care for formalities, over and over until his name becomes a sound rather than a proper noun.  “Hold her up for me.” You vaguely hear Felix ask Hyunjin before a tug at your arms pulls you up. Tension keeping you jutting outward with your back bowed, your shoulder joints burn as he silences you with his cock, lodged between your lips. No coaxing, no slow pace, just a man chasing a means to an end. He’s thicker than you remember, mouth straining to accommodate him comfortably as the spongy head of his cock hits your barrier, briefly popping past it as Hyunjin bounces you forward. Completely at their mercy, you feel like you’re floating between them, pinging back at forth, never left wanting for long. Your tongue can feel the seizing of Felix’s impending climax as he stuffs himself down your throat, a whimper catching in his throat as he unloads before stumbling backwards as spit and cum burble and overflow from your lips. Hyunjin follows closely, collapsing forward and warmth rushes to fill your core.  This must be the ecstasy of death, you think, every fiber of your being reverberating uncontrollably beneath your lover as he sucks small kisses possessively into the nape of your neck. You aren’t sure if the heartbeat you feel thudding is yours or his.  “She’ll stay here.”  “With us?”  “With us.”

Part three eventually. I have an outline its just everything in between. Probably not for a while though ya’ll i’m sorry. I’m going to have a few Ateez centric pieces out because June is theeeee month for comebacks.

In the meantime my sorta updated masterlist is here

[starlostastronaut]

━ SPORT DATES WITH SKZ

PAIRING: ot8 x reader

GENRE: fluff, headcanons

CW: f-word in minho's

what sports i think bf!skz would enjoy with you. (also this is me projecting a bit cuz chan's and innie's would be my ideal dates lmao) @stayconnecteed provided ideas for hyunlix so thank you sm! <3

masterlist here

BANG CHAN ↬ swimming

this is a surprise to literally no one

pool/beach dates where you just hang out and relax are a regular thing

but once he learns you love water as much as him, it's on

you always want to race him, boasting about how you're going to beat him

spoiler alert, you don't

sometimes he secretly lets you win (though you know he held back)

your first kiss happened while swimming in the ocean

you were holding onto chris for support, when he just leaned in and kissed you

also, underwater kisses !!

LEE MINHO ↬ archery

you complimented him on his skills on isac

you also expressed the desire to learn on multiple ocassions

one day he just said fuck it and took you to an archery range

at first he just paid you a few lessons, but then started going with you because "i need to practice for the next isac"

actually he just wanted to spend time with you but would never admit it

you no longer need a coach but he still likes to give you tips now and then

SEO CHANGBIN ↬ air hockey

while waiting for a game to be available on your arcade date, you noticed an empty air hockey table

"can we try that, bin? please?"

he can't say no to you, so that's how you found yourself on one side of the table with a mallet in your hand

neither of you knows how to play but it can't be that hard, right?

you both are terrible at it

but it's fun and there's always room for improvement

the real surprise comes when you visit the dorm one day only to find an air hockey table in the middle of the living room

"look yn, now we can play without going to the other side of seoul"

HWANG HYUNJIN ↬ badminton

mentioning you used to play badminton in front of hyunjin was a mistake

he immediately booked a court

and bought you both new matching rackets and skirts

he challenged you to a match

and lost

he began secretly practising with felix so he's ready for a rematch

you play regularly now

hyunjin even tried to convince his members to play with you once (they did under the promise of free dinner)

after that it has become stricly your and hyunjin's private activity

HAN JISUNG ↬ basketball

it started as a joke because you're both short

but you took a liking to basketball surprisingly quickly

you have an ongoing competition of who can score the most shots in a row

or sometimes you just play one on one

jisung has a whiteboard with your scores in his room

whoever is the loser at the end of the month has to pay for date night the winner chooses

you try to meet up and play at least once in two weeks

LEE FELIX ↬volleyball

he decided to play when you were visiting his family in australia

can't believe you never played beach volleyball

has made it his personal mission to teach you at least the basics

which meant an intense volleyball drill for the first five days of your vacation ("what happened to my sunshine?" "volleyball is a serious matter, yn. we can cuddle after you get the overhand serve right")

felix somehow roped chan and his girlfriend into it

so now you had a double date/death match (as the aussie boys called it) scheduled for next week

you and felix lost

at least he bought you ice cream afterwards as a consolation price

a rematch was definitely planned for the next time you were all free

KIM SEUNGMIN ↬ baseball

this one is pretty self-explanatory

for your first date he took you to Lotte game since you're both fans

it has become a tradition to go to games together

you love stealing seungmin's baseball caps

but god forbid he sees you with another team's cap

"i don't care the Yankees one is popular, you are not wearing that while i'm the room with you"

will totally make a scene out of it

also will buy you more Lotte merch because "you can't just go around looking like a traitor"

you and jeongin lowkey make fun of him for it but secretly you love it

YANG JEONGIN ↬ motorcycle racing

say thank you to superboard mv for putting jeongin and racing in my mind

one day he randomly joined you when you were watching MotoGP and got quickly invested

during the season he tries to watch with you every race

when he doesn't have time you record the broadcast and watch it with him later

it has become a date without you both knowing it really (seungmin had to point it out)

jeongin promised to take you for a "real" date to a circuit to watch irl one day

for his birthday you got him his favourite racer's merch

you constantly bicker about your faves and passionately discuss the lineup for every season

© starlostastronaut 2023 | do not repost/translate my work without permission

[matryosika]

Cherry Flavored

pairing – hyunjin x reader

wordcount – 8.6 k

warnings – use of petnames, dirty talk, slight food play (a lollipop), masturbation (f), squirting, oral sex (m), deepthroating, face fucking, spit/drool play, cocky/possessive/jealous hyunjin, humiliation, degradation, slight dumbification, overstimulation, unprotected sex, cum eating.

note – i don't know what the fuck happened but you can blame clio's hyunlix teaser for this one, the one with the lollipops. the actions depicted here are not a good idea to execute in real life since they can lead to infections, but this is strictly fiction so i indulged myself with this one. also, excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes since english is not my first language and overall i hope you enjoy! i always get too carried away when writing hyunjin, so this is like 3k words of plot and 5k words of smut. i don't know, something like it.

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You weren't facing him, but you could feel his heavy gaze setting your whole body on fire.

“It has been a while since I last saw you,” Changbin mumbled, offering you a flirty smile, “but you are just as beautiful”.

“Oh,” you quietly whispered, not daring to look at the man who had been shooting you killer glances ever since you first arrived at the restaurant. “You know, I have been busy– doing this and that”.

“I have been wanting to call you,” he continued, his body slightly leaning towards the table, “but I don’t want to be inopportune”.

“Ah— it's totally fine!” you replied as your breath got caught up in your throat. Hyunjin wasn't sitting that far from the two of you, but your interaction with Changbin seemed more like a casual chat than a flirty conversation and you wondered if the dark-haired man could tell the difference. “I can always make time for a talk”.

“No, I- It wasn't anything like that,” he corrected himself, earning a confused look from you. “I meant I don’t want to be inopportune because of Hyunjin”.

It took you a few seconds to understand the implied meaning behind his words but, even then, you couldn't quite understand why he was saying such a thing.

“What about him?” you queried.

“Aren't you two going out?”

Oh.

Truth be told, the easy answer to that question was simple: no.

The hard one, however, was way more complex than that.

What started as a game became a casual thing, one that neither you nor he dared to label because things were too good to be true. Nonetheless, you couldn't deny the fact that your proud self felt a little bit hurt each time Hyunjin introduced you as just a friend.

Whether you liked him in a romantic context or not, that was beyond the situation. What mattered was that you two were seeing each other –not just only for sex– but he kept on denying it.

“Not at all,” you replied with almost a forced laugh. One that you purposely emitted a bit louder to capture the attention of the man sitting just a few people away from you and Changbin.

Luckily for you, that was an easy task.

“No, we aren't seeing each other”.

“See, he told me the same thing,” Changbin laughed, driving the lemonade glass to his lips, and taking a sip from it, “but I just couldn't believe it. I thought he was keeping you as a secret and I couldn't understand why”.

“No, nothing like that,” You replied with a bitter smile, feeling a bit hurt by his last words, “we just get along, I guess”.

Changbin gave you another smile, one that felt flirtier and warmer. One that sent your mind straight to cloud 9 as you fantasized about him, thinking about how nice it would be to sleep with such a man.

“I am relieved to know that, in all honesty,” he sighed, tilting his head. “For a moment I almost felt bad for showing interest in you”.

You weren't a prude, but you were also not used to dealing with men as straightforward as Changbin was. It was as scary as it was attractive, and you found yourself having conflictive thoughts about him.

“Now you are just saying that to make me shy,” you mumbled, timid.

Truth was that Changbin was your type. If you had to describe the perfect man, you would easily just list all his personality traits and call it a day.

However, there was something about Hyunjin that you still couldn't quite figure out.

He was far from being what you wanted but there was an intoxicating aura around him, something that just forced you to keep your eyes on him all the time.

Every time you thought you were starting to drift from him and his charms, he reminded you that you were never going to walk away from him, even if given the opportunity.

Every time you thought you were interested in someone else other than him, he pinned you down onto his mattress and fucked the thought out of you in just one night.

“I mean it,” the brown-haired insisted, taking another sip from his glass. “I still remember the first time I saw you at Seungmin's place”.

“That was so long ago!” you pattered, trying hard to divert the conversation to a different topic other than the attraction he felt towards you. “I remember this girl Jeongin was dating back then, the one with blue highlights on her hair-”.

“Ah, the homeschooled one”.

“Yeah, that one-”.

Then, the conversation progressed to something trivial, each of you recalling memories from your high-school years while laughing at the innumerable number of anecdotes you remembered.

He would occasionally look at you with that characteristic, playful smirk that you grew to know well, but he knew better than to shoot his shot right in the middle of Jeongin's birthday dinner.

However, it was thanks to his bubbly mood and the delicious food that the awkward evening progressed with ease. Each and everyone invited spent the whole time minding their own business while having a feast and chatting with the people surrounding them.

All but one, that kept his eyes on you throughout the whole night.

“Ah, I better get going too,” You finally breathed after Jisung and Minho stood up from their seats and said goodbye to the birthday boy. “I have to wake up early tomorrow”.

You stood from your seat, immediately followed by Hyunjin and Changbin.

However, the latest didn't notice the impulsive action of the first one.

“Do you need a ride?” He asked you, taking out his wallet and leaving an amount of money that could easily pay for two meals.

“Oh, I wouldn't want to–”.

“I am dropping her off,” Hyunjin interrupted and, if you thought you had seen him angry before, his voice solely proved you wrong.

Changbin looked at the black-haired and then at you with an almost threatening look on his face, taken aback by the sudden harsh tone on Hyunjin’s voice.

“I- You live just a few minutes away from here and I don't want to cause you any discomfort,” you rushed to say in an attempt to make things less uncomfortable. “My apartment is on Hyunjin’s way, so it is more convenient if he drives me there. Besides, he was nice enough to bring me here as well”.

“It is never an inconvenience if it's about you,” he cooed with a smile, completely ignoring the fact that Hyunjin was standing just a few centimeters away from you. “Dinner is on me, by the way”.

You felt your whole face heated up at his generous action, totally not expecting him to be that much of a gentleman.

“You don't have to–”

“Next time you can pay,” Changbin proposed to you, only using it as an excuse for him to ask you out.

You could've dodged that comment just like you did the rest of the evening but, as soon as you saw Hyunjin’s clenched jaw and heard his raging voice, you couldn't help but want to keep on pressing his buttons further.

After all, a damaged ego was what he deserved.

“Saturday at 21:00 then?” You queried, knowing well that Hyunjin was listening to the whole conversation. “You can pick the place since I am treating you”.

Changbin offered you one last smirk and handed you a cherry lollipop that the waitress had put at the center of the table as a treat, keeping the small item inside of the pockets of your beige cardigan while you smiled at the sweet gesture.

Something that didn’t go unnoticed by the long-haired man standing next to you.

“By the way,” he mumbled, “That skirt looks good on you”.

You waved him goodbye with a soft smile before walking towards Jeongin who was still sitting with Chan, Seungmin, Felix, and a few other people from his major.

“Thank you for the invite,” You mumbled, giving him a tight hug, “And happy birthday. Spend the rest of it well”.

“You two are leaving together?” Jeongin asked you as he rested his head on your shoulder, noticing how Hyunjin was standing right behind you.

“He is dropping me at my place,” you told him, “you know since we live pretty close”.

“Ah–” he replied, unsure about prodding more into the topic. “Have a safe drive”.

Even though his lasts words were more for Hyunjin than you, you still thanked him and gave him another hug. You mumbled a faint “goodbye” to the rest of the people that were still there with him and proceeded to walk away while having a furious, man following you throughout the whole parking lot.

Much to your surprise though, the next minutes were spent in silence. You located his black sports car, waited for him to unlock the doors, and got inside without hearing a single word from the man near you.

His eyes were glued to the road the whole time, only looking away to fix them on the rear-view mirror and vice versa. He was driving slower than usual, indicating that either he was thinking stuff, or he was just doing that to piss you off.

Nonetheless, as the trip progressed, you realized that maybe he was too lost in his own world to even think about bothering you in a playful manner, especially because he was angry at you, and you could tell.

Even if his body language was relaxed and absolutely no words were coming out of his mouth, his gaze sold him out every time.

“You are going to have to turn right on the next street,” you murmured, interrupting the awkward silence, “the street of the building is closed because they are restoring it”.

No response.

He continued driving as if you weren't there beside him, stopping at the red lights without even looking at you.

“Didn't you hear me?” you questioned him, annoyed at his childish attitude.

Again, silence.

You crossed both of your arms and rested your whole weight on the leather seat, knowing better than to keep insisting on him with such a trivial issue.

After a draining day, you had no energy to keep up with his immature behavior so, as the trip continued, you tried to remember the subway routes and which station was near his building so you could walk there and go back to your place.

However, as you were lost in your trail of thoughts, his husky voice took you out of it the minute he parked his car.

“Get out,” He commanded before he did the exact same thing, closing the car's door right behind him.

You unbuckled the seatbelt and repeated the action, trying hard to keep up the pace of his fast steps and thinking about what was going to be in store for you the minute you two were alone.

This wasn’t the first time Hyunjin got defensive and jealous, but it was the very first time he showed it in such a manner.

Usually, he would wait up until you were in his bed to bring up the topic, teasing you about one of his friends flirting with you or a random man on the street checking you out. Far from bothering him, he kind of liked it.

He liked the idea of men desiring you, knowing that it wasn’t reciprocal. He adored the idea of being him the one with the privilege of touching you – that no matter how much others wanted you, you were all his.

Nevertheless, this time was different because he felt threatened.

He felt threatened by Changbin.

He felt threatened by the way he caught you staring at him several times, your gaze lost in thought every time you spoke to him. He felt threatened about the way your body language changed whenever you were around him, how you would become softer, gentler.

He felt threatened by the fact that Changbin was a thousand times better at expressing his feelings than he was. And he felt threatened by the idea that he could easily lose you to him.

“Get inside,” he murmured again, resting his hand on your lower back, and pushing you inside the elevator.

A much softer push than you had expected.

“Why are you mad?” You queried, not daring to look at him.

Why was he mad? He found the question and your naivety rather amusing.

It was obvious.

It was obvious how intoxicated he was from you, how much he desired you to be only his. It was clear that he was too into you to let you go, that he was emotionally and physically completely at your mercy.

It was obvious to everyone, except you.

“Hyunjin-” you were cut as soon as the doors of the elevator opened, revealing an empty hallway in front of the both of you.

A hallway you had walked a million times, but that tonight made you feel smaller. Even vulnerable.

But saying that you were scared was far from being true because you weren’t.

You stepped out of the elevator first, so you soon found yourself facing the black door of his apartment, your arse pressing against his crotch while he stood up behind you.

His hand reached out for the keys inside the pockets of his black pants, the sound of them taking you by surprise.

“Open,” he commanded as he placed the keys on your right hand, the cold feeling of the metal against your warm skin sending shivers down your spine.

There was something threatening about the contrast between the cold tone of his voice and his warm touch, how gentle he was even when you knew his insides were raging in jealousy.

He would never do anything to hurt you -and you knew that-, but you still felt your heartbeats racing at the thought of an unknown side of him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, defenseless.

Truth is, there was nothing to be sorry about. He didn’t need an apology and he didn’t ask for one either. You knew you shouldn’t have to apologize but you still did.

Because that’s how much power he had on you.

“For what?” he asked you while letting a soft laugh, his fingers locating the light switch.

He knew what answer you were going to give him but, if anything, that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted you to apologize for even thinking about someone else that wasn’t him because he had never been able to think about anyone else that wasn’t you.

But of course, he would never ask you to say such a thing out loud.

“For tonight…,” you murmured, walking inside and shivering at the change of temperature between the cold hallway and the warmth of his place.

“What did you do tonight?” he asked you again and that only made you ten times more confused.

What was he playing to?

He kept on staring at you the whole evening, drowning in jealousy and anger. He acted all defensive in front of Changbin, not even caring about raising suspicions from the rest. He then drove you all the way to his place without saying a single thing or looking at you, and now he was acting as alienated as he could?

“Come on,” you groaned, losing your tense countenance and huffing, “you are never going to change, will you?”

You rested the leather strap of your purse on your shoulder and walked towards the recently closed door again, ready to leave his apartment.

Nonetheless, you didn’t count on how fast he could get from the small coffee table to your place until you felt his big hands gripping both of your wrists and gently slamming you against the door

“I asked you something,” he murmured, his plump lips brushing against yours and making you taste the white wine he had previously drink with a faint of mint and vanilla. “Are you not going to answer me?”

“I take it back,” you breathed, tilting your head against his lips. “The one who should be apologizing it’s actually you and not me”.

“What for?”

“Acting like an asshole in front of everyone”.

“I barely said anything,” he defended himself with a faint manipulative tone in his voice, eyebrows frowning as if he didn’t understand your statement.

“Like that’s any better,” you scoffed, fixing your eyes on his.

You interacted enough with him daily to recognize the changes in his gaze whenever he was feeling some type of way. Usually, he had those round doe eyes, almost as if he was confused or lost all the time. His gaze would feel lighter, too, even gentle.

But right now, as he was staring down at you, his eyes were far from being gentle. His irises were darker, almost black, and you wondered how possible it was for you to fall apart between his arms just by making eye contact with him.

“I was angry because you spent the whole night flirting with Changbin,” he mumbled, his fingers reaching out for a strand of your hair while he pushed it behind your ear. “What else did you want me to do?”

“Ah-,” you smirked proudly, realizing that it didn’t take you long to get him to speak on the issue. “Well, that sounds like a you problem, doesn’t it?”

“You made it your problem the minute you decided to bring the topic up,” he teased you with such a serious countenance that made your whole body shudder. “After all, this is what you wanted, wasn’t it? To make me jealous”.

“Maybe,” you hummed with your eyes fixed on his plump lips that were inviting you to have a taste of them. “Or maybe you are just irrelevant, and I am truly into Changbin”.

There it was, again: the need to hurt his ego.

“Right,” he scoffed, trying to keep his self-control. “As if less than 3 hours ago you weren’t begging for me to cum inside you”.

The sudden dirty talk and choice of words made your heart skip a beat or two, recalling the previous moments to Jeongin’s birthday dinner.

“Changbin spent the whole night complimenting you, begging you for a second of your attention and probably thinking about fucking you, yet I was the one inside you without even touching you,” he bragged, the urges of wanting to erase that proud smirk on his face growing bigger every time he opened his mouth. “And still, you managed to look all pretty and pure with my cum leaking out of your cunt”.

“You are sick,” you sneered, feeling certain tension building up on your lower back due to the mixture of his words and the physical teasing.

“And what are you?” he queried, the tip of his tongue dragging along your lower lip and tasting the strawberry balm on it. “Because I can assure you that you are not any saner”.

“What kind of sane person would get possessive over a friend?” you boldly asked him, not sure if you wanted an answer to your question.

However, the vibrant sound of his cellphone interrupted the heated argument between the two of you and he couldn’t help but smile, knowing that he wasn’t ready to give a proper response to your question.

“I want you naked with your legs spread on my bed,” he commanded without giving you any more time to continue the debate. His eyes scanned your whole figure from head to toe, stopping right at the sight of your legs. “Take everything off but your skirt”.

He turned his back at you, walking towards the minimalist living room of his apartment while he picked up the call.

“Yeah,- I was busy, yeah-” The faint sound of his voice kept on resonating in your ears as you made your way to his room that, as usual, was neatly organized as if it wasn’t inhabited by a man in his early twenties.

He kept talking, but you got lost in your own thoughts as you tried to figure your own feelings about this.

You liked him –more than you ever wanted to admit– but you were also conflicted about the casual relationship you two were having. It bothered you how he was never forward about what he wanted, but he was extremely vocal about what he didn’t.

You were sure he didn’t want you to see other people, but you weren’t even sure if he wanted you in the first place.

And you were too lost in your own world that you didn’t notice Hyunjin’s presence until you felt his warm body behind yours, attaching his hands to your hips as you faced the edge of the bed.

“I thought I made myself clear,” he whispered against your neck, his hands moving from your hips to your shoulders as he dragged the cotton fabric of your cardigan from you. “Or is it that I have to do everything for you?”

You shook your head.

“I was just thinking,” you answered him, taking control of your body and removing the cardigan yourself. “About how much of a coward you are”.

He did listen to your insult loud and clear, but he chose to ignore it for the very sake of you.

Your arms reached out to leave the cardigan on the bed, but he stopped you. “Hand it over”.

His hands were quick to spot the wrap of the cherry lollipop on the right pocket of your clothing and he kept it under his possession without telling you what he wanted it for. “Now, take everything off except for your skirt”.

Suddenly, the sentiment of defeat was quick to appear inside you.

You had promised yourself a million times that you were not going to fall for Hyunjin’s charms again, yet you always found yourself following his commands and wishing to be between his arms.

You were weak, but it wasn’t entirely your fault.

You removed the blouse you were wearing –along with your laced underwear– and just as you were about to bend over and remove your high-thigh socks, he interrupted you again. “Leave them on too,” he commanded, making you stop right on your tracks, “that’s actually for my delight”.

Now you were almost completely naked and timid, noticing how you were exposed and he still had every single one of his clothes on.

“You look so pretty like this,” he praised you as you slowly followed his orders, sitting on the bed and spreading your legs for him. “I just know that Changbin thought about you this way once or twice throughout the dinner”.

Your skin heated up at the comment and you wondered if that statement was anywhere near the truth.

“Too bad he isn’t getting any of this tonight,” Hyunjin smiled, walking towards you, and positioning himself right between your parted legs. “Or do you wish he did?”

You didn’t respond.

Instead, your eyes fixed on the following actions the man in front of you did. He was no longer holding your cardigan with his hands but, instead, it had been replaced by the round, cherry lollipop. He unwrapped the candy right in front of your eyes and grazed it against your slick lips, giving you a sweet taste of it.

“Isn’t he such a gentleman?” he asked you, his cock twitching at the sight of your doe eyes looking right at him while your tongue stuck out ever so slightly to get a better taste of the lolly. “Paying for your meal, giving you a candy… all of that just because he wants to get between your legs”.

“And what if he does?” you queried, watching how he withdrew the lollipop from your lips only to suck on it right in front of you. “What if I’m the one that wants him between my legs?”.

“Then you can leave and go to his place,” he mumbled, wrapping his tongue around the red candy. “I’m not holding you hostage, you can leave if you want to”.

Yet, you didn’t.

You just sat there in silence, looking right at him with a timid gaze, feeling pity for yourself.

You could’ve told him that you weren’t feeling like going to his place the minute you saw him skipping your building street, but you didn’t.

You could’ve told him that you were going back to your apartment as soon as you got out of his car, but you didn’t.

He wasn’t forcing you to do anything, yet you still followed through with every single one of his orders. All because you simply couldn’t get enough of him.

“That’s what I thought,” he snickered, taking the lollipop out of his mouth with a loud pop.

You then felt one side of the mattress sinking as he rested his knee on it, approaching your body from the side and leaning down to be able to be closer to you.

“Let’s see if you were good tonight,” Hyunjin whispered, guiding the slick candy to your hardened buds that were waiting for his touch.

He worked his movements on your nipples, teasing them with the lollipop that was wet with his saliva. He brushed it against your areolas without touching you where you needed him the most, leaving a sticky trail that he was quick to erase with his tongue.

“God-” you whispered under your breath; your lustful gaze fixed on hyunjin’s eyes that were staring at you as he sucked on your nipples eagerly. “I despise you so much”.

“Mhm,” he hummed against your breasts, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body and contributing to the tension on your lower abdomen to grow.

His tongue kept on teasing the perfect points of your chest for a while, making you arch your back and squeeze your thighs together every time he nibbled at the tender skin of your breasts. Your hand was quick to bury on his dark hair as you pressed him even harder against you, wanting him to never stop.

Hyunjin knew how much you liked to have your tits played with, and he never missed an opportunity to indulge you that way. Even better when he kept you fully satisfied, sucking on one of them while toying with the other.

Soon, the hand that was once working on your chest moved all the way to your wet core, lifting the skirt to have a better sight of your dripping cunt that –he knew– belonged to him and only him.

“Look at you,” he spoke while tilting his head. “You kept it inside you”.

Even though most of his arousal had been absorbed by your laced panties, there were still some remains that were leaking out you –along with your own fluids– and Hyunjin couldn’t feel prouder about it.

He withdrew his body from yours and straightened it up to have a better view of your pussy, one of his hands prying your thighs open while the other one teased your entrance with the red lollipop.

If he was sick for doing such a thing, you were even sicker because you utterly adored it.

“I wonder what Changbin would think about this,” Hyunjin mumbled while the candy got coated with your juices, brushing the tip of it against your inner thighs and your folds, avoiding that sweet spot where you needed him the most on purpose. “About how much of a bitch in heat you are for even allowing me to fuck you with it”.

You desperately bucked your hips against his touch, but he was quick to hold you down by pressing his hand on your lower abdomen. “Sluts like you don’t get to take control, do they?”

There he was, the real him.

The one that drove you insane.

The one that could have you on your knees whenever he pleased and wanted.

His hand moved towards your core, and it was only then when you felt the hard sweet rubbing against your entrance, collecting all your fluids mixed with his own arousal.

“It’s going to taste sweeter after this,” he taunted, making you feel the slightest pressure against your cunt. “And you are going to lick it clean”.

You closed your eyes shut as your head rolled back, your hands flying all the way to the back of your knees to keep your legs spread for him.

His hand moved from your pussy to your bundle of nerves, pressing the lolly against it while he motioned it in circles. That alone was the stimulation needed for you to let out a sinful noise that was probably heard in the whole floor.

“Like that,” you breathed, feeling how you were getting even wetter than you already were. “Faster, please”.

His cock painfully hardened, not only because of your words but also because of the lewd scene he was witnessing. Your breasts were decorated with his saliva while your core was glistening with your wetness, his cum, and the traces the lollipop left behind each time he dragged it against your slit.

From your clit to your tight hole, he just couldn’t stop indulging himself by fucking you with it. So, as soon as you felt the lack of stimulation on your bundle of nerves, you realized what the following action was going to be.

“Make sure to thank Changbin for the lolly next time you see him,” Hyunjin spoke as the rounded candy went inside you with a slow movement, the task being rather easy as you were practically dripping wet. “Tell him that we both liked it very much”.

You moaned at the feeling, but it wasn’t enough. It didn’t feel enough.

It was nowhere near his digits nor his big cock, but it was something.

Filthy, nasty, and even humiliating, but it was something.

“So cute,” he laughed once he saw your throbbing cunt clenching around it every time he took it out of you before inserting it again. “I fucked you not too long ago, yet you are still desperate to have your hole full with anything”.

“It doesn’t feel like you,” you whined, one of your hands flying to your clit in hopes of getting a bit more stimulation. “It is not as big as you”.

“Mhm, it is not,” he hummed, salivating at how shiny it looked each time he pulled it out from you. “Nothing will ever come close to what I make you feel”.

You closed your eyes shut, feeling overwhelmed at the sensation of your digits against your clit and the maneuvers of Hyunjin.

“Not your fingers, nor your toys, nor the pillows you like to hump or the plushies you like to ride will ever get close to how my cock can make you feel,” he groaned, increasing the peace of his hand to match yours. “Not even Changbin nor any other man can make you feel like I can”.

You arched your back against the mattress and, after thinking that it was going to take you hours to cum just by that single item alone, you were proven wrong. Your legs tried to close around Hyunjin’s arm while your whole body trembled under his touch, but he was quick to stop you from doing so.

“Hyunjin, I-” you wanted to tell him that you were close, but you couldn’t. Not when your orgasm was faster to hit you than you could even articulate a coherent sentence.

You moaned his name repeatedly, trying to close your legs as he forced them open, wanting to see every second of your high with his own eyes.

Your hand flew to your hardened buds and you pinched them harshly as you felt your orgasm washing upon you, your hips sloppily bucking against him while the tension on your lower abdomen unraveled.

“That’s it, make a mess,” he groaned, looking at how your arousal was squirting out of you with such intensity that he could cum just by the sight of it.

You whined and cried as you felt the wetted bedsheets beneath you, but you couldn’t stop. Wave after wave of pleasure took control of your whole body and soon, you became nothing but pure lust.

“Don’t stop,” you cried, feeling hurt by the overstimulation but still wanting him to go further with it, “Don’t fucking stop”.

Your weak hands looked for their initial position on your clit again, but Hyunjin had already taken care of it. Rubbing it with his right hand while the other worked the candy in and out of you, you couldn’t stop your insides from building up the same, unquestionable tension again.

“I bet you were fantasizing about having your holes filled the whole dinner, didn’t you?” Hyunjin groaned as his movements acquired roughness. “Always wet and ready to be used”.

“Yes,” you cried, tears streaming down your face while your legs trembled. “Fuck, yes”.

“But be used by who?” Hyunjin queried, mocking naivety, “by Changbin?”

“No, Hyune,” you whined, feeling how your second orgasm was closer than you had expected. “Not him- not- fuck”.

“Then who?” he asked you again, feeling how your legs were threatening to close again around his arm. “Who gets to fuck you whenever he pleases and who gets to use all of your holes when he feels like it?”

“You,” you moaned -almost yelled. “I promise, just you”.

“And what’s my name?” he questioned you, stopping his task to cup both of your cheeks and force your gaze on him. “What’s my fucking name?”

“Hyunjin-” you gasped, bucking your hips at the lack of stimulation on your clit, “Just Hyunjin”.

“Good girl,” he cooed with a smile. Soft, gentle, and completely opposite to what his filthy hands were doing on you.

He resumed his task and the tension resumed unraveling, leaving you as nothing but a mindless, desperate mess.

“Look at me when you cum,” Hyunjin ordered you, no longer caring if you closed your legs around him because he couldn’t afford to keep them open anymore. “Open your eyes and look at me or you don’t cum at all”.

You tried your best to fulfill the given condition, even when you were too overwhelmed to even keep your head up. Your half-lidded eyes found his and that was the last push you needed to fall apart in front of him again, closing your legs tightly around him and desperately bucking your hips like a needy pup in heat.

“Don’t look away,” he grunted as he felt your juices dripping out of you, continuing working only on your over-stimulated bundle of nerves. “Look at the only man who can make you cum like this”.

And soon, it became too much to handle.

He was too much to handle, but you loved it.

“Hyunjin,” you gasped, your hand wrapping against his wrist. “No, no, no, no-”

Hyunjin quickly understood and withdrew himself from you, worried that he might’ve had hurt you.

However, you made sure to not use your safe word because you didn’t really want him to stop. You just wanted him to give yourself a small break to overcome your high before moving on to something else.

As you took time to stabilize yourself, his hand moved from your cunt to your mouth, still holding the candy that was covered in all sorts of fluids that you could hardly tell apart from each other.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded as he placed the sweet against your swollen lips, giving you a taste of it.

You stuck your tongue out, allowing him to prude the lollipop inside your warm hole. You wrapped your lips around it as you sucked it clean, using your tongue as much as you could while it grazed against his fingers.

“You are so fucking dirty,” he hissed, looking at your teary eyes staring at him with pure lust. “All corrupted by me”.

That was true. Hyunjin hadn’t been your first sexual partner, but he was sure the one who taught you the most.

“Does it taste good?” Hyunjin asked you, admiring how eagerly you sucked on the lollipop. You bopped your head up and down as you continued tasting the bitterness, sweetness, and saltiness in every lick you gave it. “So cute”.

He took the lollipop out of your mouth with a loud pop before standing up from the bed, removing his clothes, and releasing his –already– painful erection right in front of your eyes.

And it didn’t matter how many times you had seen it or taken it, it always sent shivers down your spine because of how big he truly was.

“Get on your knees,” he hissed, throwing the lollipop away while both of his hands secured his long hair into a ponytail. “And let me give you what you had been craving the whole night”.

As obedient as you were, you positioned yourself right in front of him with your knees against the pillows he had laid on the ground to make it more comfortable for you.

Your hands instinctively traveled all the way to your back, and you kept them there, solely sticking out your tongue with your mouth open so Hyunjin could fuck it and use it as he pleased.

Whether it was because of how long you two had been fucking each other or an innocent gesture, Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel proud about how he had conditioned you to do certain things in bed.

Things you weren’t used to doing before him, like that one.

“You want me to fuck your pretty mouth”? he asked you while his veiny hands got lost in your hair, guiding your head all the way to his throbbing cock. “Is that what you want?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, still with your mouth open and your tongue out.

“Whose cock do you want inside your mouth?”

“Yours” you answered him.

“Just mine?”

“Just yours,” and as if those were some sort of magic words, Hyunjin guided your head all over his length with a slow movement.

He was eager to fuck your mouth as he liked it, but he was also gentle the very first minutes that you usually used to get used to his length.

“Such a good slut,” he complimented you, his eyes admiring how you obediently kept both of your arms behind your back laced onto one another. “My good slut”.

As time passed by and your throat was stretched enough by his cock, the thrusts of his hips against your lips became faster and rougher, almost as if he was retaliating on you.

But, if you were being honest, that’s what you wanted.

That’s what you had been wishing for the minute you stood a foot in his apartment.

“I am sure any man would kill to have you like this,” Hyunjin groaned, his head falling slightly back while his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “I am sure they fantasize about fucking you, but I am the only one who can”.

You started to cough and gag around him as his thrusts speeded up, but he didn’t care. Not when your mouth was drooling and making a mess on your chin and breasts, and your eyes were tearing up at the aggressive sensation.

“Because you are mine,” he panted, his lower lip getting caught between his teeth, “Because I am the only one who can use you like this”.

Your hands moved from your back to his toned thighs, digging your fingernails on his skin and making him hiss at the sharp pain.

“You are only mine and I am only yours,” he groaned without even thinking his words twice, but you were too focus on taking him on your mouth than you could hardly pay attention to the words that were falling from his lips. “Your whole body was perfectly made for me and only me”.

With a loud groan, Hyunjin held your head in place while his cock touched the deepest spots on your throat, your nose grazing against his pubis while you closed your eyes and furrowed your eyebrows at the sensation of being completely full.

“Don’t clean yourself up after this,” he quickly murmured before pulling his cock out of you, immediately making you drool over his length and yourself.

Your skirt and high-thighs were stained with saliva, your makeup and hair were ruined, your eyes were tearing up and your chin and breasts were complretely covered in your own drool.

But Hyunjin loved it.

He loved how dirty you looked with such pure eyes that he sometimes wondered how you could shape-shift from an innocent woman to a desperate, filthy slut.

He cupped your cheeks with one of his hands as he leaned over on you, forcing your mouth open while you stared right up at him.

“Do you think Changbin’s cock can make you gag and drool like this?” he asked you with such cockiness that your cunt clenched around thin air. “No?, you don't think Changbin’s cock can stretch your slutty mouth like this?”

You shook your head repeatedly while tears continue to stream down your cheeks.

“Tell me”.

“Your cock is the biggest one I have had,” you mumbled with a husky tone. “It is so fucking big, Hyune”.

“Go on,”

“I don't want Changbin to fuck me,” you panted, feeling the heat between your legs growing each time a word fell from your lips. “I don't want anyone else to fuck me but you. All I want is your cock filling all of my holes every fucking hour”.

Hyunjin forced your mouth open again and spitted on it harshly, his saliva mixing with your drool and his precum in your tongue.

“Hungry slut,” he groaned, watching how you swallowed proudly his spit. “You are always thinking about my cock, aren't you?”

You nodded.

“Remember that time you were too desperate to have me that you ended up cumming by just humping my leg?” he asked you and, as you recalled the memory, you felt a bit embarrassed. “No one will ever be able to have you as desperate as you were that day, and you know why?”

You looked at him in silence, waiting for his next words.

“Beacuse you are conditioned to only cum when you are with me,” he mumbled, his fingers prudding into your mouth while you immediately sucked on them. “You can try and fuck anyone you want but I can assure you that whenever you feel like cumming, you will be looking for my hands and my gaze only”.

With a soft movement, he helped you to stand up from the pillows before laying down on the bed, his hardened length throbbing and begging for you to sit on it as soon as possible.

You soon followed his actions and sat down on top of him, grabbing the base of his cock and aligning it with your entrance to take him completely.

An easy task, considering how wet and ready you were to be fucked by him.

“He was right,” Hyunjin breathed, his hands grabbing the hems of your skirt. “This looks so good on you”.

Only then it struck you why he wanted you to leave it on: because Changbin complimented it.

And because he did, ruining you while wearing it only reminded Hyunjin that he was the one who owned you, not him.

Your hips started to move against him, alternating between circular motions and small jumps every now and then –as much as your sore legs allowed you to–. Your hands were attached to your breasts while you massaged them for him, pinching your nipples and –overall– putting a cute show for him.

“Do you play with your tits like that whenever you hump your pillows like the pathetic pup in heat you are?” he suddenly asked you and you moaned at his words. “Do you beg for my cock even when i am not there with you?”

Even though the questions were a bit embarrassing, they weren't far from the truth. You nodded while you placed your hands against his chest, taking advantage of it and bopping your hips up and down along his length.

“Ride me faster,” Hyunjin groaned, both of his hands attached to your hips while guiding your movements. “I want to see your tits bouncing and I want you to squirt on my cock again”.

Your weak legs could only handle much but you still went through with his commands.

One of your hands traveled all the way to your clit and you rubbed it slowly as you tried to match the pace of your hips.

It felt heavenly, as it always did.

Hyunjin's cock felt heavenly, because it seemed like it was made especially for you. Thick, big and always hitting all the right spots inside your dripping cunt.

“You are so fucking tight,” Hyunjin groaned, biting his lower lip. “So warm and wet for me”.

Your head fell back while your hips continued on moving in circular motions around him, more to your own pleasure than to his.

“I am not going to last long,” you admitted in the brink of tears, your digits speeding up its pace as your hips rolled sloppily against him. “Your cock just- it feels- so good, so big-”.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you found the strength to finish your sentence, your nipples hardening and your toes curling at the sudden sensation of your arousal.

“Hyunjin-” you whined, clenching around his cock without even moving, “I am cumming again”.

With the little strength that was left in you, you raised both of your hips and squirted your orgasm right on top of his cock and his toned abdomen.

Your fingers never stopped rubbing your clit, not even when the overstimulation kicked in, and Hyunjin couldn't believe how hard his cock was getting just by the sight of a masochist you, drowned in the pleasure and pain.

“Look at the mess you made,” Hyunjin groaned, delighted to see your whole body shaking on top of him, “you filthy slut”.

Your head fell down and your weak body sat on top of his abdomen covered with your own orgasm.

“Thank you,” you responded, both to his words and the third orgasm of your night.

However, just because you were done it didn't mean that he was.

With a swift movement, he managed to slam his cock inside your tight hole again while your sore body fell on top of his, your face hiding at the crook of his neck.

Hyunjin's hands lifted your hips while he accommodated himself underneath you, the new position allowing him to be the one in control and not you.

You placed both of your arms on each side of his face as you felt him slamming his hips against yours with such a rough pace that was definitely not like what you were used to.

“Hyunjin, fuck–” you yelled, the pain of the overstimulation mixed with the painful stretch he was providing you almost driving you insane. “Your cock–”

“Shut up and take it,” he groaned, keeping a steady pace on his thrusts.

Even though you were already too fucked out to enjoyed it properly, you still allowed yourself to drown in the intoxicated jealousy that was now coming to light.

“Don't forget that you are mine and mine only,” he continued, the grip on your hips being too strong that tou were sure there were going to appear a few bruises tomorrow morning. “You were mine from the first time I fucked you and no one will change that”.

You moaned in pleasure at his words, immersed in how much deeper his voice sounded.

“You are my slut,” he panted, one of his hands flying from your hips to your hair, grabbing a fistful of it and forcing your head to look at him. “Say it”.

“I am your slut”.

“Tell me how grateful you are for my cock”.

“I am so fucking grate–” you cried at the feeling of his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, “God, I fucking love your big cock”.

Hyunjin kept on pounding your cunt while forcing you to look at him, his cock twitching at the sight of your fucked out gaze and your messy makeup.

“I bet you would love for Changbin to see how much of a slut you are,” he groaned and, immediately afterwards, he felt you clenching around him. “Yeah, you would love that?”

“Yes,” you panted, breathless, “I would love for Changbin to see how much of a slut I am for you”.

“Instead, why don't we have all of my friends watching how I fuck you?” he asked you and it was then where you felt his hips losing their steady pace. “I bet they would love to see you all messy and sweaty, grinding against my lap and trying to make me cum inside your pussy”.

Hyunjin's hands returned to their original place at your hips while he continued on thrusting his cock inside you, too close to reach his orgasm but yet too far from relieving the negative sentiments he felt throughout the night.

“I want to fuck you in front of all of them,” he admitted, his cock twitching at the sound of your whines. “I want to fuck you in front of all of them for hours, until you beg for me to stop. I want to fill your tight little pussy with my semen as they watch, hearing how you desperately moan my name over and over and beg for me to let you cum”.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” you cried, gripping the pillows underneath Hyunjin’s head.

“I want everyone to know that you are mine and that I own you,” he finally grunted, his hips slamming against yours for the last time, “And i don't care if i have to fuck you in front of anyone for them to understand that i don't even want them to lay their eyes on you”.

He pulled his cock out of you while his hand continued on desperately pumping it, trying hard to not to cum just yet.

You didn't need to say anything else for him to understand that you wanted him to cum on you so, as fast as he could, he kneeled right next to you while he stroked his length right over your face.

“Cum on my mouth,” you panted, both of your hands teasing your sore nipples while you licked the leaking of his cock with the tip of your tongue. “I want to taste you”.

It didn't take him long to release himself on your mouth and chin, decorating them with his hot arousal while he cursed under his breathe at the sight of your playful smile.

He didn't even wait for you to swallow it when he was already leaning over to kiss you, capturing your lips with his in a sloppy kiss that was anything but clean.

His tongue licked yours while he tasted himself from your mouth, making you moan as he sucked on your lower lip.

“Changbin's lollipop was nothing compared to how delicious you taste,” you murmured with a fucked out smile, getting the last taste of him from his lips.

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter ten: everybody's a suspect

words: 942 // warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, discussions of sex and drugs

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILLCOUNT: 006

a/n: this is a proper shitty little filler, sorry guys :(

once everyone had got their belongings from their respective cars - all being quick to call dibs on a bedroom, (y/n) choosing changbin’s elder sister’s room - they decided to just have a nice and easy night. they wanted to order in some food, stick on a movie and just switch off from the world, which was nice and much needed. changbin’s parents were even nice enough to have a food shopping delivery to the house within a few hours of them being their. 

(y/n) decided to take a nap by mid-afternoon, the exhaustion of the past week catching up with her all at once. and changbin’s sister’s room was cozy, comfortable. where the older seo sibling had moved abroad to get her doctorate, she was rarely in the family home and her room had almost a hotel-vibe to it. she’d spoken to changbin’s sister earlier in the day too, the older girls giving her express permission - in fact, encouragement - to use or steal any of her belongings at the home that she might need.

amazingly, (y/n) managed to sleep peacefully until early evening, when seungmin came and woke her up for dinner. the guys had decided to get in some fried chicken and watch an old jamie lee curtis movie while all cuddled up on the seo’s unusually massive sofa. (y/n) placed herself next to felix, hyunjin quick to join her other side, and she felt her heart race increase being sandwiched between the two males who both held very special places in her heart.

she tuned out most the night, having known the boys long enough to know the correct times to nod her head and give a hum, or a simple “yeah”, while they were telling a story. she felt like she could hear her heartbeat in his ears, the organ jumping up into her throat everytime felix’s hand brushed her skin, or hyunjin rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

it was silly, she was best friends with these guys, so why were simple actions making her clench her thighs together, a dampness forming between her legs? no matter how hard she tried to focus on the movie - now on halloween 4: the return of michael myers - she couldn’t help but be hyperfocused on everything surrounding her.

it was only when seungmin and jisung started bickering again that she was pulled from her almost hypnosis, the laughter of the other boys around her filling her ears.

“seriously, jisung, there is no way following some stupid fucking rules can guarantee someone’s survival, even in a fucking movie. its so dumb.” seungmin was almost hysterical, unable to grasp how jisung was so serious about the topic.

over the fits of laughter, which (y/n) couldn’t help herself from joining in on - it was contagious, and jisung’s serious face was too much to bare - she managed to utter out a single question.

“what rules?”

jisung quickly paused the movie, the action met with groans from various parts of the couch, but shushed them down with an obscenely shocked expression on his face.

“you– you don’t know the rules? do none of you know the rules?”

it was amusing to watch, the way jisung’s beer sloshed in the bottle as he accusingly pointed around the room. (y/n) couldn’t help the way she curled into hyunjin’s side, her giggles becoming uncontrollable.

“none of you know the damn rules! holy shit, you’re such amateurs!” he exclaimed, eyes wider than they had ever been before.

“fucking hell, have an aneurysm, why don’t ya?” changbin snickered, carefully dodging the throw cushion that jisung launched at him in response.

“guys, come on. there are certain rules one must abide by to successfully survive a horror movie!”

the rest of the room slowly went quiet, as jisung’s enthusiasm rose. they knew one they got him on a tangent there was no stopping him, especially when he had alcohol in his system. there was no stopping him now, so they may as well indulge in how loud and annoying he was about to become.

“for example; you can never have sex during the course of the movie - the final girl is always a virgin, and innumerable victims are killed after finally indulging in a cheeky fuck.”

he seemed so proud of himself for capturing the undivided attention of everyone in the room, but that was quickly broken when minho and hyunjin started hooting out in laughter. everyone else soon joined in, seungmin dramatically falling across the laps of everyone on the couch.

“me and minho fuck at least once a day! we’re deaaaaaaad–!”

“you?! we’re all dead! michael myers come and take us now!” (y/n) chimed in, her giggles almost drowning out her words.

it was only when jisung began shushing everyone and stomping his foot like a child that he got their attention again, dutifully informing them there was two more rules to go yet.

“secondly, you can’t.. you can’t drink,” he cried out, tapping on the bottle in his hand. “or do drugs! its the whole innocence scale!”

“and finally, never, under any circumstances, ever say ‘i’ll be right back’. because you won’t be back. famous last words, you know? you’ll probably be the next victim.”

he looked so proud and accomplished that no one even noticed hyunjin had got off the couch and headed towards the kitchen.

“hey, i’m getting another beer. you want one?” he called out, to which jisung shrugged him off with a please, and a devilish smirk grew on hyunjin’s face. “okay. i’ll be right back!” he cackled before skipping off, leaving jisung in shock and the whole room in hysterics.

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