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OHHH "Tattoed Liaisons" WAS AMAZINGG🫣

anywayy, how've you been, gal?

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THANK YOU OMG!🖤🥺

I’ve been well! Thank you for asking, i just got home from a school event that i hosted, it was pretty exhausting, though i wrote that during breaks cuz it was fun and the idea just popped up in my head!😭

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Tattooed Liaisons

Oneshot: F! Reader x Professor! Hwang In-Ho

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Warnings: Tattoos mentioned (In-Ho’s right and left arm) Age gap (Reader is 21 and In-Ho’s 47) Reader doesn’t know that In-Ho is her new professor, Student x Professor, Kind of Illicit Relationship, some cursing, Sexual innuendo, the setting is located somewhere in Intramuros, Manila, Philippines, Reader is a 1st Year college under Forensic Science.

Word Count: 1863

Author’s Note: This has been in my drafts for quite a while so i hope you like this one! Its not that much—i also changed In-Ho’s appearance for a bit with tattoos. (cuz i just watched “Inside Men” again)

— Y/N’s POV

I was listening to a Lana Del Rey song while reading a book about Ballistics, the smell of my coffee and calm music made me feel relaxed. Studying can be boring for me, I tend to procrastinate a lot…when I say a lot I mean sleeping and not caring about the pending tasks on hand.

A tall mid late 40’s guy came up to me, he has a black hair, a full sleeve tattoo on his right arm while his other has some small tattoos, he's wearing a black cap, he removed it and gave me a shy smile, I looked up at him, he also looks familiar…I feel like I've seen him somewhere, at my school or some place.

"Excuse me, can you help me find something?" They were the first words he ever spoke to her, at a most unexpected time, on a Monday afternoon in September She looked up from her book, to face him, and put on a professional smile, nodding furiously.

"Yeah, what is it?”

I was wondering if you had the book 'The Time Traveler's Wife'? I'm unsure of the author..." He said, scrunching his forehead in a way that meant he was probably racking his brain. But she didn't need the author's name to find that book...it was one of her favorites, an amazing read, a captivating, memorable story. It intrigued her that he was looking for that book.

"Yeah, actually it's right over here..." she led him down an aisle, adding, "What sparked your interest in The Time Traveler's Wife?" She asked, finding some courage to speak to him, and turning to face him for a second before searching for the author's name in the huge shelves.

"Well...honestly, I'm a book lover, and I have been looking for a new novel to entertain myself with, and I heard that it has a lot of sex in it, while still managing to be..." He laughed a bit, and she felt herself blushing. Why was the word SEX making her turn red? Sure, she never felt what sex feels like, but why is he making her feel like this? Sex, is something that she didn't need. She's too busy at college anyways.

"Oh, there's definitely enough sex in that book to last a lifetime," she joked, then said, "I read it a while back. It was great. At first, it only caught my eye because the author has my name, but I just couldn't put it down." She pulled out the sea green book and handed it to him.

"Your name is Y/N?" He asked, reading the cover.

"Indeed." She paused, then thought it would be polite for her to ask him the same. "And what's yours?"

"In-Ho, Call me In-Ho.” he said as he trailed his eyes on her lips.

They looked at each other awkwardly for a few moments and then he held out his hand, because it was just the normal thing to do when introducing oneself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N."

"Likewise, In-Ho.”

“Thank you, As much as I wanted to continue our conversation, I'm in a rush too..” he chuckled as you nodded and gave him a shy smile.

He smiled patiently, but eventually left, and didn't come back to the bookstore for a few days. When he did come back, she felt a jolt in her chest at the sight of him.

He saw you sitting where he saw you the last time he went to the book shop, ‘Shit she's gorgeous.’ he thought, He slowly walked towards you and you noticed him immediately.

"Y/N. I loved the book. One of the best I've ever read." He wore a black button up shirt and jeans with loafers. If anything, he looked like he had just gotten out of work. His hair was short, he looked old but his face was young and smiling, even with the five-o-clock shadow marrying it.

"Glad to hear it. Did you come back for more? I have plenty of books to recommend." She chuckled playfully and pushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. It was one of those days when the humidity was just too much for her hair, so she let it dry naturally.

"No. Actually, I came to ask if you wanted to get some coffee with me..after you get out, of course.” He looked down at her as he patiently waited for her answer.

She looked at her phone, and she got plenty of time on her hands.

Y/N's heart pounded and she stared at him, pIn-Hoably looking confused, shocked, or scared, or a combination of the three. He was asking her out?! She wondered if he had any idea that she was only about a month past eighteen. Most likely not. After pausing a bit too long, she said, "Well...yes, I'd like that. Um...I get out at 9, if that's not too late for you?"

"Not at all. I'm a night owl, so it's perfect. I'll be here at 8:55." He smiled and walked out the door, with Y/N staring at him. She wondered if he was some kind of creep. He was incredibly good looking, so she was willing to find out.

That evening, at exactly 8:55, a black Mercedes drove up in front of the store entrance and she knew it was him. Quickly, she filled out her time sheet and grabbed her purse and school books, then headed to the door. She saw him through the car window and opened the door, sliding into a leather seat and smiling at him. It was only somewhat awkward.

In-Ho looked over at her Forensic book and then put the gear back into drive, saying, "You go to the college here?"

Uh oh. Now was the moment. "Um..yeah I'm a freshman, I study forensic science.." She held her breath. He sort of gasped and looked at her.

"How old are you?"

"21. You?"

"47.”

Shit.

Silence flooded the vehicle. In-Ho turned the radio on, some floozy jazz was playing. Y/N sat still, gripping her books tightly, while In-Ho suffered a war in his head. He screeched into a parking lot and got out of the car. She did the same. They walked in the dark, still silent, until he turned to her, looked her up and down and said, "You really look much older. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, that's a common misconception. It's okay." It was true, though. Her face was mature as well as her body. Her breasts were full and well formed. Her legs and arms were long and her butt was firm. She was easily mistaken for 30, It was sometimes kind of nice, except for now.

They entered a place called ‘Cafe Intramuros’ which was a calm and aesthetic place. In-Ho grabbed a table in the far back and sat. They ordered coffee and bread.

"So what are your intentions with me, Mr. In-Ho?" Y/N joked, trying to lighten up the whole situation that had occurred in a matter of minutes. She noticed, up close, that his eyes were a color of dark brown.

"Honestly, I was...and still am...attracted to you. You also seem like a young, intelligent woman, with an impeccable taste in books. I couldn't help myself. I hope you don't think I'm as creepy as I'm feeling right about now.” he chuckled nervously,

"Not at all. I knew you were older, but that doesn't bother me. Can't we just act normal?"

He nodded as the waitress brought their food and drinks. "I'd like to be normal." He took a sip of his steaming coffee. "So what are your plans for college? That was a normal question, right?"

Y/N laughed, blowing on her own cup. "How boring. What an adult question! But if I must answer it, I will...I want to get out of here. I want to be an archeologist or some detective. Then, when I get older, I'd like to be a professional writer. I don't know what kind of genre but I'll find out soon.."

"Ambitious, aren't you? Impressive.

Well, I was a professor at a school where I teach Contemporary Arts, nothing much happening."

He chuckled, hoping he wasn't sounding too boastful or anything.

"Wait...Where do you teach?” She chuckled nervously, it can't be right? That's why he looks familiar! “Uh..here–” he grabs his wallet in his pocket and shows her the ID, her eyes widened…”Shit..” she whispered, “Why? Something wrong?”

“You're In-Ho ? Like Hwang In-Ho, you're my Contemporary professor for this semester!?” Both of them stared at each other, you can hear a pin drop because of the silence, “Wow..I- I didn't..” he chuckled nervously, “Don't you know what I look like?” He asked, “No.. haven't seen you, just heard some stuff about you..” she smiled, “What ‘stuff’?” He took a sip of his coffee, not wanting to leave his eyes to her, “Good ones, that you're not boring or whatever..” she chuckled, “I see, I hope you just heard the good ones, don't want you to be disappointed.” He said as he gave her a smirk.

They feasted on their bread, burned their tongues with the coffee, and smiled at each other for almost an hour straight. They spoke about everything from books and what kind of book they like, or who's their favorite author. Their conversation was never-ending, and it seemed like the awkwardness had all faded away. It was amazing.

But it was past ten and their cups were empty and all that was left on their plates were crumbs. It was time to leave. She gave him directions to her house and they drove up to the dark-looking tudor style home slowly. "So I guess this is where it ends," he said, dramatically, to try and butter up the completely awkward situation.

"Is it?" Y/N asked, a flirty smile playing on her lips. "Do you want to see me again, In-Ho?"

"I do...but…”

"Then come back here at midnight. I'll be waiting." His mouth opened to object, but she held a finger to her lips and grinned. "Don't ask questions. I want to do this." She leaned over and kissed him fully on the mouth for about five seconds and then pulled away and stepped out of his vehicle. He drove away in a daze.

If you didn't know Y/N L/N, you would probably be thinking of her as some girl who's hungry for sex with a reputation. Wrong. Well, mostly. She was actually just a really lonely college student who hasn't had a boyfriend since birth. Her spontaneity always seemed to get the best of her, but she found that in those situations, it was usually worth it. She likes to think of doing it, specially with older men, god, old men having the experience doing it, knows how to take care of a woman, fuck they'll give you everything if you ask them, they give good fuck's that you will crave every damn night that God made…

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Character writing/development:

Character Arcs

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Character Voices

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Creating Likeable Characters

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Writing Sexuality & Gender

Writing Manipulative Characters

Writing Mature Young Characters

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Intrigue in Storytelling

Enemies to Lovers

Alternatives to Killing Characters

Worldbuilding

Misdirection

Things to Consider Before Killing Characters

Foreshadowing

Narrative (+ how to write):

Emphasising the Stakes

Avoid Info-Dumping

Writing Without Dialogue

1st vs. 2nd vs. 3rd Perspective

Fight Scenes (+ More)

Transitions

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Writing Prologues

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Writing War

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Writing a Slow Burn Btwn Introverts

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Worldbuilding:

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Book writing:

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A & B Stories

Writer resources:

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How To Name Fantasy Races (Step-by-Step)

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"I'll see you when i see you, kid"

YOU FORGOT TO HOLD MY HAND

anyway, amazing as always!

- 🎀

GIRLL THATS WHAT MY PROFESSOR SAYS TO ME EVERY TIME AND IT LEFT A MARK ON ME

ALSO THANK YOU!🥹🖤

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Favor

Oneshot: F! Reader x Professor! Hwang In-Ho

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Warnings: Forbidden relationship, Illicit liaisons, oral (M & F receiving), manipulation, confrontation, touching with consent, sexual innuendos, Reader is a virgin, age gap (reader is 20 while In-ho is in early 30’s) , experienced In-Ho, Student x Professor relationship, school car parking lot sex, In-Ho is a private person, reader is getting called “Good Girl” , “Slut”, “kid”, and “Sweetheart” light hair pulling, deep throat, cum eating, dirty talk, agreement of not meeting ever again type of ending, not proofread.

Word Count: 4,614

Author’s Note: Based from a real experience from a professor, though I changed some things so its not that accurate anymore, more like an inspiration to create some fictions about it, he does really reminds me of Hwang In-Ho a lot too…

Probably bad ending too:(

You’re about to sleep but then you saw Mr. Hwang’s message, which is odd…he doesn’t really talk to you that much unless its a school related matter, it’s also odd that he wanted to ask you for a favor, He’s not that kind of person who ask a student for a favor, maybe you just needed to accomplish something, an errands maybe.

“That’s so odd…did i do something? Clearly none, right?” you deeply sighed as you thought of the things that he might ask for.

You’re his best student, always so attentive in his class, always answering and asking questions about the subject—and it made your professor intrigued by you, a lot of student doesn’t really like Contemporary arts subject, it's boring and the professors are just reading the topic without explaining it—but things changed when Your professor, Mr. Hwang In-Ho, a tall alluring man who speak so fluent and elegant, his aura when he talks and walks around the lecture hall made all your classmates, specially girls so captive to him, he made sure everyone, even the lazy and inattentive students would listen to him, he always explains the topic perfectly—the way his deep and husky voice echoed across the lecture hall made you interested not only to him but to the subject as well, he surprisingly made the boring subject lively and interesting when he’s teaching it.

Not only that, he dresses himself so nicely, the way he match every palette of his clothes everyday, it’s impressive, he made himself even more attractive, the way he pushed his glasses up to his nose while he walks around, gesturing his hand, while he speaks about globalization, a topic that you don’t find interesting yet here you are, sitting comfortably, following a gaze wherever he goes, as his voice echoed through your head, his voice that you once imagined late at night and you got turned on so bad you had to touch yourself at the thought of him telling you how much of a good girl you are to him, how smart and pretty you are, you squirted all over the bedsheet as you moaned his name like a broken record, repeatedly and raspy.

Meanwhile, In-Ho finds you interesting—how every movement and words he said, you would give him innocent gaze that never fails to make him smirk, sometimes he would purposely lean down on your table whenever you asked him a question, pretending that he didn’t hear you the first time, he loved how shocked your reaction is, how your cheeks would turn slightly into red, how you would pout your lips a little, how you would slightly part your mouth and lick your lips at the sight in front of you as you trail your eyes on his features.

You arrived at your school, you went inside your friends office who’s an employee, you greeted them as the three of you catched up about your day yesterday, you asked them if they want to grab a coffee outside and they agreed, the three of you went out and bought some coffee, though you messaged Professor Hwang that you already arrived at the university and you’re at outside grabbing some coffee.

“What are you doing here anyways?” One of your friends asked, “I forgot my stuff at school, then I have a professor to talk with…not sure why but I think it's an errand to run..” both of your friends nodded in acknowledgement as the three of you walked back to the campus—the sun shined bright, it was hot and you regretted wearing a undershirt, good thing that you ordered an iced coffee, and not a regular one, a sweat started to form on your forehead, “Its disgustingly hot right now–“ you muttered as your friends agreed, “I know! The heat index right now is way too high, I'm not surprised that they didn’t cancel the class for today…” you chuckled in response as the three of you reached the campus, the three of you hurriedly went inside to feel a relief and the coldness of the aircon, you sighed as you arrived at the office, settling the coffees and bread that you bought, you feasted on the food that you and your friends bought and waite about an hour to 10:00 am, the clocked ticked so slow, you kept checking your phone for the time and checking if your professor, Mr. Hwang, already messaged you something—but the messages remained the same, you muttered a curse under your breath as the time turned 9:50 am, you stood up and told your friends that you’ll be going outside to ‘buy something’, you went out as the heat from the sun shine through your glasses, it's still hot, though the wind made it a little cold or comfortable, you were wearing a cap, to at least make you a little hard to recognize.

This is not the first time you went to meet Mr. Hwang, this is actually many of the meetings that he arranged for the two of you, if its not in the school parking lot, it’ll be after class in some vacant room that he found, the ‘consultations’ or ‘favors’ that he asked are inappropriate for the two of you, he once fingered you when you asked for his help for a speech that you lied about, you’re just dying to see him, to hear his voice, to feel his presence, to feel his touch, to feel his cock deep down your throat as he guide you through it; “That’s it Y/n swirl your tongue around it.” And you did as you told and swirled your tongue around the pinkish tip of his cock as you licked the pre-cum that’s beaded on it, “You sure this is your first time? Because it doesn’t look like it.” He groaned as you sucked his cock all the way down, you pull your mouth away on his cock with a loud ‘pop’ as you looked up at him “It is my first time, Mr. Hwang..” you said innocently as he smirked down at you, pushing your head back down on his cock as he fucked your throat deeply, so deep that you almost choke on it. He’s surprisingly big and thick, about 8 inches, he’s also well groomed down there, clean shaven for you to put your face on it. “I’m going to cum and I want you to swallow every drop, hmm?” he said as he pulled your hair lightly to look up at him, your lips looked so swollen, eyes full of tears, “think you could do that?” He said while cupping your cheeks, you nodded, “I need your words, sweetheart.” He said lightly tapping your cheeks, “Yes, sir.” You said looking up at him through your lashes, his legs spread open as you kneel between them, “Good girl. Now, suck it.” He said as he picked a handful of your hair and fucked your mouth roughly, he’s not a moaner like other guys, he’s more of a groaner, a light groan from here and there, or he’s just silently looking down at you while you swallow him whole. “I’m gonna cum–“ he said as he groaned lightly, while you sucked his dick as he spilled himself down your throat, he tasted sweet and salty, a taste that you damn well know that you will yearn for days or even weeks.

You messaged your professor—informing him that you already arrived at the spot that the two of you agreed to meet. A few moments later, a familiar click of heels from your professor, Mr. Hwang—echoed across the ground of the parking lot, Your eyes painfully trailed across his features; His signature black shoes, his black slacks that hugged his thighs, his baby blue knitted sweater that hugged all of his muscles that made him even more ripped, and of course his glasses. He pushed up his glasses on his nose as he looked at you from up to down; your skirt that beautifully hugged the curves of your ass, your black stockings that never fails to turn him on, your black polo sleeve that fits you perfectly, that he swears that he wants to rip that shit out of your body to see all the beauty under it, he gave you a smirk as he stopped in front of you—looking down at your small figure, “Good Morning, y/n.” He said tilting his head a little, “Good morning too…Mr. Hwang.” You said giving him a shy smile, he chuckled darkly in response, “Y/n, sweetheart, i told you to call me In-Ho when it’s just us two, hmm?” He said as he gently cupped your chin using his thumb and index finger, you blushed at his actions—this isn’t the first time he did this to you, but it never fails to give you butterflies. “Answer me, sweetheart, I’m waiting.” He said as he tilted his head to meet your gaze, “I’m sorry, In-Ho, it won’t happen again..” you said giving him a knowing look, “Good girl.” He said before gently tapping your cheeks with his palm, the contact against his skin sent shivers down your spine, it was warm and soft, though sometimes he can be a little rough with it. “Come.” He said as he gestures you to follow him, you walked a little to reach his car, it's a slick black toyota GR Supra, it suits his style and way of living, In-Ho is known for other people who dressed nicely, has an expensive taste with wine, food, and even the things he owns, you sometimes wonder if he earns all this money by just teaching or he does something else, though you never asked about what he do for a living because he’s a private person, you know nothing about his age nor birthday, or the things that he likes, though you tried to ask some of his ’friends’ and they said they also didn’t know what’s his age is, which is odd for you, but again, maybe he’s just a private person who doesn’t like other people interfering his personal life.

Before you reach for the car handle, he quickly grabs it as he looks down at you and opens it, “Get in.” You did as you told and you get inside his car, the car smells like him, a leather like scent with a strong hint of tobacco, the car is very much like him. He opens the drivers door as he gets inside, closing the door after, he clicked the lock of the car doors, “What are we—“ you said as he cuts you off with a kiss, the kiss was hungry, more like possessive, you gasped for air as he slid his tongue inside your mouth— “Sir, I- In-Ho-!” You said in between kisses as he harshly grab the back of your neck, “I’ve missed you, Y/n-“ he said as he pulls away from the kiss, you were gasping for air as he hungrily looks at you, it's like a predator looking at its prey, “In-Ho..we shouldn’t it's–“ he cuts you off again with a kiss, he groaned from the kiss and gently bit your lower lip, “Shut up.” He said as he pulled away again to look at your lips then your eyes, he removed his glasses and placed them on the dashboard, you looked up at him with your tear filled eyes, he chuckled upon seeing your state “I thought you would be happy.” He said as he reached for your cheeks as he gently caressed it, “In-Ho, we shouldn’t be doing this anymore…” you mumbled, “Why shouldn’t we? You weren’t complaining when my cock is balls deep down your throat, You liked it right, sweetheart?” Your eyes widened at his words, he chuckled “Answer me, Y/n.” You nodded in response as he sighed, “I need your words, sweetheart, don’t give me a reason to totally shut that pretty mouth of yours.” He said as he roughly cupped your chin, “Y-yes..i- i liked it.” You muttered as you looked down on your legs, embarrassed of yourself. He scoffed, “Look at you, getting all embarrassed from just telling the truth.” He reached for the button of your shirt and played with it, “Come here.” He said as he patted his lap, “Someone might see us…” you said as you hesitated to sit on his lap, “So? Let them see how much of a slut you are to your professor.”

You sat on his lap as you looked down, “Look at me, Sweetheart.” He said as he tilted his gaze to meet yours, you slowly brought up your gaze on him, “That’s a good girl.” He said as he kissed your forehead, “Is it ok if I touch you here? Hmm?” He asked as you looked at him, “yes..” he smirked as he unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your skin under it, he unbuttoned it all the way down, revealing your wine red bra that complimented your skin, “So pretty for me.” He said as he kissed your skin, “So beautiful.” He trails his lips all over your skin as if he needs to consume you, “Fuck..” he muttered against your skin, “Tell me to stop, y/n..” he said as he sucked your skin gently, leaving reddish marks behind, however—you whimpered in response as he licked a long stripe on your chest to your neck, “Only I can have you like this, no one else, understand?” He whispered on the skin of your neck as you moaned in response, “I missed having you like this, Sweetheart, so young and pretty for me.” He said as he unclasped your bra with one hand, he hurriedly cupped your breast and sucks your left nipple, he groaned as he played with the hard nub of your nipple, he swirled his tongue around it as he pinched the other nipple between his fingers, “In-Ho…” you moaned as you grabbed his hair softly, “please…” He smiled against your skin and slowly brought his face to meet your gaze, “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.” He said as he teased you with his lips, “I need you..please-“ you begged as you looked down, “Look at me when i’m talking to you, y/n.” He said as he glared at you, you looked at him “I need you, In-Ho, please.” Yous aid finally looking at him, looking so pathetic and submissive, “That’s it, Atta fucking girl.” He said as tapped your cheeks multiple times, “Lift up your skirt for me, baby.” You did as you told as you lifted up your skirt revealing your lace panties to In-Ho, he smirked upon seeing it, “Tell me, sweetheart.” He muttered as he hooked his fingers on the strap of your panties, “Do you always look so fuckable like this…or only just for me?” he said as he ripped your underwear apart, you gasped at the sound of the thin fabric ripping right between your thighs, “Answer me or I won’t touch you.” He said coldly, “Only just for you…In-Ho.” You whispered, and that made In-Ho feel a little ego went through him. “hmm” he hummed as he teased the slit of your entrance, “Since when’s the last time you touched yourself?” he murmured, you were taken aback by the question, you feel like you’re growing impatient, “La-last night..” you responded, “Why?” He said as he circled his thumb slowly on your clit, just enough force to tease you, “Fu- I- i needed release..In-Ho, Hmm-“ you moaned as you felt his thumb circling on your clit, it felt painfully slow, “You needed release or you missed me doing it to you? Which one?” He said as he roughly put his two fingers inside your soaking pussy, “Ah–! Fuck! I-“ he chuckled, “Still so tight as expected.” He said as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of your pussy, you moaned as he quicken the pace of his fingers inside you, you moaned loudly, as he circled his thumb on your clit, it felt like forever, you want to cum so bad, you missed the way In-Ho’s fingers curled inside your velvet walls, how he perfectly reached that spot that your own fingers couldn’t, how he knows when are you going to cum to slow the pace of his fingers inside you, how he pulls his fingers away to spit on it and puts it inside your aching cunt again, you feel so overstimulated yet you haven’t came yet, “Don’t cum til i say so, Y/n.” He said as he roughly plays with your clit with his other hand, you’re now leaning back on the steering wheel, the position is uncomfortable—but In-Ho couldn’t care less.

“Please, In-Ho, Sir, please-!” You begin to feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes as In-Ho pulls his fingers away from you for the third time, which leads to you—stopping your orgasm. He chuckled, “Why would I do that? Huh?” He said as he unbuckled his belt, you can see his erection through his boxers as there’s a sign of pre-cum on it, he’s big, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen how big he is, and yet you still felt intimidated. He pushed his car seat from the back leaving some space for you and him, he leaned back now laying down, while you—you’re still sitting on his lap like a damn whore you are. “Pull it down.” He ordered as you whimpered while you pull his boxers and pants down, he lifted his hips a little to help you remove his pants till to his knees, his cock sprang free, hitting his abdomen, the tip is almost red, beading with precum, a long stripe of veins started to form on his cock, “Suck it. Use that pretty mouth of yours for good.” You gently wrapped your hands on his cock as you teasingly licked the tip of his cock, earning a groan from him, you swirl your tongue around the tip as you swallow him whole, “Fuck, baby, sweetheart.” He groaned as he grabbed a handful of your hair, pushing your head down further, you started to gag but you don’t wanna ruin the moment as you relaxed all your muscles from your throat and took him whole, “Fuck, baby…so fucking good, you’re getting good at this, sweetheart.” He said as he bobbed your head up and down on his cock, he thrusted his hips up on your throat as he fucks your mouth faster, “I’m gonna cum and fuck- you’re going to swallow every drop of it.” Before you could react, your eyes widened as he shoot his cum directly down your throat which you have no choice but to swallow is, you continued to suck him as he came, he slightly groaned as you pull your head up away from his cock, wiping your lips with the cum that drip down on your chin using your thumb, In-Ho licked his lips, “C’mere” he ordered as i obeyed, I crawled on his laps as he sat up placing my hips on his cock, “You’ve been such a good girl for me, sweetheart.” He said as he teased the tip of his cock on your entrance, “Please…” you begged “Please what, sweetheart?” He said as he pushed the tip inside you, just the tip. “Fuck– i…In-Ho, please fuck me!” You cried out as In-Ho chuckled, “I love seeing you like this…” he said as he pushed his cock roughly inside you, “you look so pathetic for me…so fucking pretty.” He said as he thrusted his hips up to meet your pussy, “Fuck, so tight for me…” he groaned, “Ride this dick like a good girl you are.” You whine in pain as you tried to adjust to his size, this is only the second time you’ll be having his Cock inside you, he’s thick for you, way too thick, your pussy swallowed him whole as you ride his cock slowly, “Fuck, y/n, so fucking tight–“ he grabbed your hips as he pushed it back in forth, you can feel his tip brushing on that spot of yours as your eyes rolled from the back of your head—seeing stars in return. “Hmm–In-Ho gonna cum–please let me cum!” You begged as you grind your hips on him, you could feel yourself getting closer, “No.” You cried as you heard his response, “You will not cum till I say so, Sweetheart.” He said as he wrapped his hand on your throat, “Only good girls get to cum.” He said as he sucks the skin to your neck, leaving purple-ish marks on them.

“In-Ho..! Please, i-I’ve been- fuck! Good!” You moaned as he fucked your pussy harder only to stop when you’re about to cum around him, “Before i let you cum…” he groaned as he grind your hips slowly against his, “You have to promise me something, kid.” There is it again, the nickname that you always hated, ever since you told him how old you are, he kept teasing you about your age, that you’re still young, you gotta go out and have some fun, meet new people, friends, or boys specifically. The word ‘boys’ made your skin crawl, boys your age aren’t good enough to deal with you, or to deal with how In-Ho is dealing with you right now, Older men, specifically In-Ho—they can give what women need without a doubt.

“Don’t call me that– ah!” You whimpered as he thrusted his hips deeper down to your core, “Why not? Its true, you’re still a kid–fuck…You’re young, Y/n…” he breathed out as he let you ride his dick completely, “What we have…its– fuck,” he groaned feeling the wetness of your pussy wrapping around his cock, “What we have…is inappropriate..completely inappropriate–“ he said as he traced his hands on the marks that he left on your body, “Promise me this, sweetheart.” He said as he stopped your hips from moving, cupping your chin to look at him directly, “Promise me, that you would never tell anyone about what we had.” He said tucking a strand of hair to your ear while looking wt you in the eye, you nodded, “I-i promise, Sir–“ his cock twitches inside you in response, “Even if I don’t teach here anymore or even if you’re not a student here anymore, perhaps a graduate from this university…you will never tell anyone, nor give hits or describe me in a way that it’ll give out that it's me.” He said in a serious tone, I nodded, feeling stupid yet horny and wet for him, “I'm telling you this because I want our reputation as a professor and a student to remain professional and proper…because this isn't.” He muttered, he leaned in as he trail his lips across your neck all the way up to your jaw, “In-Ho…” you moaned as you tried to move your hips, “shhh, just keep it still, be a good girl for me.” He said as he held your hips in place—preventing you from moving, he lifted his shirt and removed it—revealing his toned chest, broad shoulders, and muscles. ”C’mere” he said pulling you to lay on his chest as your warm bodies pressed together, the softness of each others skin collided as he worshipped your body using his lips, licking and kissing every inch of your body, caressing a hand on your back as he whisper sweet nothings to you ear, “I’m going to miss having you around my car…” he whispered against your skin as he grabs a handful of your hair to give him more access to your neck, “I ultimately want you to forget everything, y/n.” He said as he thrusted his hips up, making you groan in pleasure, “Please– let me cum…In-Ho.” You cried out as you ride him faster, “Go cum for me, baby, fuck–“ he moaned as he felt your pussy clenched around his cock, “That’s it, sweetheart” he said as he wrapped a hand around your throat, “Fucking ride that dick, baby, make yourself cum– that’s it.” You felt a familiar sensation on your stomach, after all the teasing and edging he gave you, will In-Ho finally make you cum? Or will he edge and overstimulate you till you can’t handle him anymore?

“I’m going to cum, y/n– fuck, want you to take my cum, shit–“ he grinds your hips faster with his hands, your eyes hit the back of your head as he perfectly hit that spot inside of you multiple times, earning a pornographic moan from you, he groaned as he painted your walls white, you felt the warm of his cum shoot inside of you as you squirted your juices around his cock, soaking him with your cum—he groaned as he emptied himself inside of you, both of you gasped for air as the two of you came down from your high.

“You ok?” In-Ho asked as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, you nodded, “yes.” He smirked as he pulls his cock out inside of you, the mixture of each others cum drips out from your pussy like a river, you felt empty as he pulls it, he leans forward as he grab a box of tissues that’s on the dashboard of his car, he cleaned the two of you as you went back to the passenger seat in silence.

“Is this the favor that you want me to do?” You said as you slowly glanced at In-Ho, he chuckled, “What we did wasn’t part of the plan, sweetheart. I wasn’t planning on fucking you.” He said as he reached for my cheeks to caress it, I swatted his hand away, “You’re confusing me, In-Ho.” “I’m not making you, you’re the one who thinks that i’m making you confused, you could’ve said no, you could’ve told me to stop—but you didn’t, kid.” Hesaid as he glared at you, “stop calling me that!” You shouted at him “I'm not a kid, I'm old enough to do things I don’t need a grown man telling me that i’m a kid!” You breathe out as silence fell again, the tension between the two of you was thick in the air, it feels like you can’t breathe at all, your chest felt heavy—you wanted to shout at him and tell him that he ruined you and polluted your mind with his images and imaginary things that he corrupted your brain, you hate him in so many ways but you also love him…love him in a way that it’s forbidden and careless.

“Listen..” he whispered, “This…this is going to be the last time that we’re going to see each other,” he grabbed your hand softly, massaging your palms with his thumb, “what we had…it’s inappropriate in so many ways, y/n…i want you to ultimately forget everything, delete everything; the messages that we had, pictures, and even videos.” You pull your hands away from him, “You're young, you can explore things without my help, have fun with your friends…be with boys your age, i’m sure they can treat you better than what i did to you, sweetheart.” he brings his hand up to your hair as he pats it, like what he always do, its an innocent move but it made you fuck yourself for so many days by him doing the bare minimum, thinking that you’re so special for him, “I don’t see everything that we did intimately, its all casual shit.” He muttered as he tucked a strand of hair away from your face.

“I’ll see you when I see you, kid.”

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Tomorrow, maybe????

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OMGG PARTLY FILIPINO AND IN HO FAN?!!

LOVE YOUR WORK BTWW

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OMG HIIII YESSSS THANK YOUUU ANONN!!🥺🖤

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ANOTHER PROF HWANG INHO LESGOOOOO!! I OWE U MY LIFE 😭😭😭 ILYSMMMM

Tbh imma keep publishing an au for him!!! Its so fun to write and im glad you liked it anonnnnn

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illicit consultation

One Shot: F! Reader x Professor! Hwang In-Ho

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Warnings: Light smut, Forbidden relationship, Innocence, fingering, Exhibitionist, Almost getting caught, Student x Professor relationship

Word count: 375

Author’s note: Based on a true story with my professor, we don’t talk anymore since we don’t see each other often, but we’re “casually” talking.

“Act Normal,” Professor In-Ho said, I whimpered as he played with my clit, I couldn't act normal, the feeling was good, My pussy was so wet for him…”Act normal or I'll stop.” He demanded, “Pretend that you're writing,” he added, and so I did, I grabbed my pen as I tried to scribble something on my notebook, he's teasing me, making me go crazy while he finger fuck's me. “Look at me,” he said, his voice quiet, deep, but still attractive. I looked at him, my eyes half closed from the feeling, “You like this? You like it when your professor is fingering you in an empty classroom?” I nodded eagerly, I was getting close, I wanted him to go faster, a knock from the door stopped my professor from making me cum, “Fix your pants, but don't close it.”  

He stood up and went to the door, he opened it as his friends came out of it, “What are you doing in here?” one of his friends asked him, “Nothing, just helping my student with her speech,” Right, i forgot that i asked for his help about a ‘speech’ that i completely lie about, i just wanted to see him, wanted to talk to him again, to feel his touch, to hear his husky deep voice, his attractive laugh that makes my pussy clench around nothing. I gave them a weak smile and pretended to be busy on something. My professor gave me a smirk and mouthed ‘Good Girl’, i tried to fix my pants in a way they wouldn’t notice, they’re talking about something, but i didn’t paid any attention since i’m too busy to process everything, my professor just finger fucked me in an empty classroom, the classroom just beside the classroom that i usually go to. 

Eventually his friends left, which leaves me and my professor again. I sigh in relief, I thought someone would catch me and him doing things like that. He turns around to look at me, ‘Fuck’ i thought, “That was close,” he said chuckling while he walks slowly towards me. “Did you like it, hmm?” He said leaning down on me as he captured my chin using his thumb, making me look up to him. 

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would love to read more of yu-jin and inho and reader <3333. take care of yourself!

Thank you anon!! I apologize for the lacking of chapters, i want it to be perfect for ya’ll😐

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The Unseen Observer

One shot: F!Reader x Professor! Hwang In-Ho

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Warnings: Age gap, Forbidden relationship, student librarian x teacher relationship, light smut, teasing, sexual innuendo, office sex, manipulation, innocence, not proof read

Word Count: 2741

Author’s Note: Originally a fiction story for my Contemporary professor because he reminds me of byung hun’s character from the picture above.

Y/n stepped into the hushed sanctum of the college library, a realm that had always whispered promises of knowledge and escape. The grand wooden shelves stretched out like welcoming arms, beckoning her deeper into their labyrinthine embrace. She was no stranger to books, but this particular sanctuary felt different, alive with secrets waiting to be uncovered. Today marked her first day as the new librarian, and she couldn't suppress the thrill of excitement that coursed through her veins.

The morning passed in a blur of introductions and orientations, her fingers tracing the spine of books that held galaxies of wonder. She was shown the ropes by Martha, the elderly librarian whose eyes sparkled with wisdom and stories untold. Y/n listened intently, soaking in every detail, her symphony of nerves and anticipation beginning to crescendo.

As the day wore on, Y/n found herself in the spacious reference section, the allure of old treasures too strong to resist. She was lost in the murmurs of decaying paper and faded print when she heard it - a laugh, deep and resonant, echoing from the adjacent lecture hall. Intrigued, she stepped out into the corridor, her gaze drawn towards the source.

Through the window, she saw him. In-Ho, she'd been told, was his name, the new history professor with an engaging smile that could ignite a thousand ships. He was pacing, hands gesturing wildly, his voice weaving words into magic as he spoke about the Reformation. His eyes, intense and vibrant, held the students captive, drawing them into his narrative. Y/n found herself captivated too, her heart pounding in rhythm with his crescendoing oration. When he caught her staring, she quickly ducked back into the safety of the library, cheeks aflame.

The rest of the day was a flutter of heated glances and chance encounters. Y/n found herself reaching for her necklace, a small silver locket that housed a picture of her late mother, a ritual she employed when nerves ran high. Each time she crossed paths with In-Ho, she felt a spark, a silent conversation passing between them, igniting an invisible flame that danced on her skin.

As the sun began its descent, casting warm hues through the stained-glass windows, Y/n found herself alone in the library once more. She was rearranging a stack of books when she noticed something peculiar - a section of the history aisle seemed out of place, the books not quite aligned. Curiosity piqued, she stepped closer, running her fingers along the spines. Her touch paused at 'The History of the French Revolution,' a thick tome that felt oddly hot to touch.

As she pulled out the book, a small, folded note fluttered to the floor. Picking it up, she noticed it was addressed to 'In-Ho.' With a growing sense of trepidation, she opened it, her eyes scanning the intimate words written within. It was a love letter, passionate and raw, detailing stolen moments and whispered promises. Intrigued, she turned it over, her eyes widening at the signature - 'Ellise.' A quick internet search revealed Ellise to be one of In-Ho's students, a pretty girl with doe eyes and a flirtatious smile.

Y/n felt a pang of something - jealousy, perhaps, or maybe it was just the realization that In-Ho, this man who'd set her heart aflutter, wasn't as unattached as she'd hoped. She placed the book and the note back, stepping away as if burned. Just then, she heard footsteps, and In-Ho appeared around the corner, looking every bit as surprised as she felt.

"Y/n," he started, his voice a low rumble, "You're still here."

"Could say the same for you, Professor," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.

He smiled, a slow, guarded smile, and she felt that spark again, lingering, fiery. "In-Ho," he corrected, stepping closer, "Please, call me In-Ho."

She nodded, her gaze flicking to the bookshelf, to the letter hidden within. "I was just... arranging the books," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

His gaze followed hers, lingering on the shelf before returning to her. "You're thorough," he commented, his voice laced with an unspoken challenge.

Y/n felt a blush creeping up her neck, her mind buzzing with questions. She wanted to ask about Ellise, about the heated words in the letter, but she couldn't find the courage. Instead, she simply nodded, stepping away from the shelves, from the temptation they presented.

As she passed him, their arms brushed, and she felt a jolt, a zing of electricity that left her breathless. She could see the same reflection in his eyes, a sizzling heat that spoke of unspoken desires and late-night whispers. With a final glance, she walked away, leaving him and the library's secrets behind, her heart pounding a rhythm of anticipation and dread. Little did she know, this was just the beginning, the first page of a story that was yet to unfold.

Y/n tossed and turned in her bed, the echoes of In-Ho's voice and the hint of illicit words from Ellise's letter refusing to leave her mind. The dance of his fingers against the spines of books, the way his gaze had held hers, it all felt like a secret language, a seductive whisper from behind the dusty tomes. She woke with the sun, her body thrumming with an anticipation she couldn't suppress.

The library was her sanctuary, but today it felt more like a battleground, each aisle a potential encounter, each book a silent witness to her racing heart. She lost herself in the comforting rhythm of organizing returned books, her fingers tracing their worn covers, until a familiar, resonant voice broke her concentration.

"Y/n," In-Ho's voice echoed through the shelves, smooth and inviting, like velvet draped over a blade. She turned to find him leaning against a bookshelf, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Planning to stay hidden amongst the books all day?"

She flushed, the implication clear. "I'm working, In-Ho," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. "Unlike some people who seem to have too much time on their hands."

He pushed off from the shelf, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming. "Oh, Y/n, always so serious. Allez, let's have some fun. Tell me," he paused, his gaze flicking to the book in her hand, "what's your favorite book? The one you'd bring to a deserted island."

Taken aback, she chuckled, the unexpected question disarming her. "White nights," she admitted, noting the surprise in his eyes. "You?"

"'Les Liaisons Dangereuses.' It's... educative," he said, his tone laced with suggestion, his eyes holding hers captive.

Y/n swallowed hard, the title sending a shiver down her spine. The books were a code, a language of their own, and his choice was as bold as a kiss. She could feel the heat radiating off him, see the pulse at his neck quicken. He was playing a game, and she wasn't sure she wanted to play, yet she found herself drawn in, a moth to a flame.

"You know," he continued, his voice a low murmur, "They say libraries are the most erotic places. All these hidden worlds, waiting to be discovered." His gaze drifted to her lips, then back to her eyes, the silent promise clear.

Y/n felt her breath hitch, her heart pounding. The library, their little game of words and inferences, it was intoxicating. She wanted to challenge him, to match his boldness, yet she found herself at a loss for words, her mind blank except for the relentless hammering of her pulse.

In-Ho took her silence as an invitation, stepping even closer, his hand brushing hers as he reached for a book. The touch was electric, a spark that shot straight to her core. She could see the reflection of her desire in his eyes, the pupil dilating, the iris aflame.

"They say knowledge is power," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. "But I say, understanding the rules is power. And you, Y/n," he paused, his gaze holding hers, "you're either a master at playing this game or a novice eager to learn."

Before she could respond, he stepped back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Think about it," he said, then turned and walked away, leaving her breathless and wanting.

Y/n stood rooted, her body humming, her mind racing. In-Ho was dangerous, his flirtations bordering on manipulative. But there was no denying the attraction, the thrill of their silent dance. She was stepping into uncharted waters, but somehow, she knew she was willing to dive in, to explore the depths of their shared passion, one word, one touch, one stolen moment at a time.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of restless anticipation. Y/n found herself constantly stealing glances at the lectures hall, catching glimpses of In-Ho in his element, his voice weaving tales that captivated not just his students, but her as well. Each time their eyes met, she felt a jolt, a silent conversation passing between them, a dance of tension and longing.

As the sun began to set, casting the library in a warm, golden hue, Y/n found herself in the rare books section, her fingers tracing the spines of ancient tomes. She was lost in thought, her mind a whirlwind of In-Ho's words and the echoes of their illicit encounters, when she heard footsteps. Turning around, she found In-Ho standing there, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the setting sun.

"Still hidden amongst the books, I see," he said, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Or maybe you're not hiding at all. Maybe you're just waiting."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her heart pounding. "Waiting for what?"

In-Ho stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "For the right book to find you. Like this one," he murmured, reaching past her to pull out a thick, leather-bound volume.

The sudden proximity made her breath hitch, her body tingling at his closeness. She watched as he opened the book, revealing beautifully illuminated pages. It was a collection of love poems, words that whispered of forbidden desires and stolen moments.

"These are..." she started, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing.

"Erotic," In-Ho finished for her, his gaze holding hers. "A perfect reflection of us."

She could feel the heat radiating off him, see the pulse at his neck quicken. The words on the page seemed to dance before her eyes, mirroring the tension between them. Unable to resist, she leaned in, her gaze lingering on his lips.

In-Ho closed the distance, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline. His lips met hers in a soft, hesitant kiss, a question more than a statement. Y/n leaned into it, her eyelids fluttering closed, her body humming with desire. His other hand found her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

The world around them faded away, the ancient words around them a symphony of their shared passion. His lips were firm, commanding, yet his touch was gentle, exploring. She matched his urgency with her own, her hands tangling in his hair, his shirt bunching in her fists. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other.

"You taste like answers," he whispered, his voice ragged. "And questions. So many questions."

She smiled, her heart pounding. "Maybe we should find a place to... discuss them," she suggested, her voice laced with innuendo.

In-Ho chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "My office," he said, stepping back, his gaze holding hers. "Ten minutes. Don't be late."

As she made her way to his office, Y/n couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. They were playing with fire, their passion fueled by the forbidden, their desire to their shared love of literature. Yet, she found herself eager to burn, to explore the depths of their shared passion, one word, one kiss, one stolen moment at a time.

When she stepped into his office, he was waiting, his eyes reflecting the dim light, his lips curled in a smirk. He closed the door behind her, the click echoing like a promise.

"Now," he said, stepping closer, his hand reaching for hers, "where were we?"

Y/n sat across from In-Ho in his cozy office, his desk lamp casting a soft glow on the books stacked haphazardly around them. They were both breathless, their earlier encounter in the rare books section still lingering in the air like a tangible promise. In-Ho reached for a glass of wine, his hand slightly trembling, and topped off their glasses. As he handed her the glass, their fingers brushed, and she felt that now familiar spark.

"You know, Y/n," he began, his voice soft, "you're not what I expected."

She raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of wine. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Good. Definitely good. You're... refreshing. A breath of fresh air in this stuffy old institution."

Y/n felt a warmth spread through her at his words. "Well, I could say the same about you. A history professor with a penchant for romance novels and illicit liaisons in the library. You're full of surprises, In-Ho."

He smirked, taking a sip of his wine. "You have no idea, Y/n. No idea at all." He paused, setting his glass down, his gaze turning serious. "There's something I want to show you. Something I've never shown anyone here."

Intrigued, Y/n watched as he stood up, walking over to a bookshelf filled with an eclectic mix of books. He pulled out a thick manuscript, bound in plain paper, and placed it on the desk in front of her. It was titled 'Memoirs of a Lost Love.'

"What's this?" she asked, her fingers tracing the letters.

In-Ho sat back down, his gaze never leaving hers. "That, Y/n, is my past. A part of me I've kept hidden from everyone here. It's a...Lessons learned, so to speak."

She opened the manuscript, her eyes scanning the first few lines. It was raw, intimate, a tale of love and loss, told in In-Ho's signature resonant voice. She looked up, her eyes wide. "This is...this is beautiful, In-Ho. You're a writer."

He smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "I was. I am. History has been my mask, literature my soul."

Y/n felt a profound connection in that moment, their shared love for words binding them together. She leaned over, her lips meeting him in a soft, tender kiss. When they pulled away, their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling.

"I want to know you, Y/n," he whispered. "All of you."

She smiled, her heart pounding. "And I want to know you, In-Ho. The writer, the professor, the man."

Their conversation flowed like a river, their words intertwining, their laughter echoing in the small office. They talked about books, about their dreams, about their fears. They talked about the first time they fell in love, the first time they got hurt. They talked until the sun began to rise, their shadows intertwined on the wall, their bodies barely inches apart.

And then, they didn't talk at all. Their lips found each other again, their hands exploring, their bodies pressing closer. Their clothes fell away, discarded pieces of a puzzle they were fitting together. In-Ho's touch was gentle yet commanding, his fingers tracing the curves of her body like he was memorizing a map. Y/n matched his intensity, her hands exploring the hard lines of his muscles, her lips leaving trails of fire on his skin.

When they finally came together, it was with a shared groan, a testament to their restraint, a celebration of their release. Their bodies moved in sync, their rhythm a dance they'd choreographed without words. They paused, their gazes locking, their breaths hitching in unison. Then, with a silent agreement, they continued, their bodies building towards a crescendo, their hearts pounding a shared melody.

In the aftermath, they lay entwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts still pounding. Y/n rested her head on In-Ho's chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling it slowly return to its usual rhythm. She felt at peace, content, a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time.

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₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 p.s. I did not make the sparkle gif itself, just changed the color of it. I have a couple other colors but didn’t include them, I have them in my drafts tho in unfinished story layouts and what not.

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Oh my Lord,

Hi..

Is it true that you gave me a like...

Lord l was re-reading the neighbour au of Hwang In ho..

I got inspired by your passion to write about him.

You are the best inspiration l could ever have..

Please do post the 5 part..

l am yearning.

Yours post waiter,

SG

OMG HI I’ve read your works and it’s a toe curling fic i love it sm! Keep it up!🥹🖤

Also im honored to be someone’s inspiration, not in a million years i’d be someone’s inspiration to do a fiction story, so thank you!😫🖤

Im currently doing 6-8 for my series, i think it’ll be out anytime nextweek😓

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Found this cat on BGC (Philippines) it reminds me of my series When I Met You.

Yu-Jin and Y/n while In-Ho’s at work!🖤🐈‍⬛

That’s my hand btw…

[filthygalli]

reblog if you love Hwang In-ho

hold your breath and count to 1,000,000 if you don’t love Hwang In-ho

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When I Met you: Chapter 5 "Dinner"

Fem! Reader x Neighbor! Hwang In-Ho

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Genre/Tags: Grumpy x Sunshine, Light smut, Fluff, Angst, Slow burn, Age gap (Reader is in her early 30’s, While In-Ho is in his late 40’s.) Rude In-Ho (but will eventually be soft with the reader Soon!) Literature Professor! In-Ho (Not specified what kind of literature) More Tags to come soon!

Warnings: Reader getting called "Sweetheart", Light teasing, Sexual innuendo, Jealous In-Ho, Sick reader, Husband material In-Ho, fluff, sweet, soft! In-Ho, not proofread let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 2550

Author's Note: OMG HI I'M BACK! it's been a while and I got loads of school works that's why I've been inactive:( but hey, we're getting somewhere—it's close but yet so farrrr but it's going to be fun!

© Pictures that are used are from Pinterest

You, In-Ho, and Marc—the three of you sat down at the dining table as you feasted on the food that was in front of you. “I didn't know you cooked this well,” Marc said as he took a spoonful of creamy ziti. The pasta tasted great; it's creamy but not too creamy. You chuckled at Marc's words, “Jesus, we've been friends for so long, and you're going to say that to me now? ” You teased as the two of you chuckled. Meanwhile, In-Ho sat there as he clenched his jaw tightly, grabbing the utensil in his hand as he glared down at the meal that you prepared a while ago. To be honest, it looks perfect; it's simple, but he admires how you cook such simple food and turn it into a five-star Michelin dish. He's annoyed and beyond jealous of what you and Marc have; he wishes he could talk the way Marc talks to you. He watches the way you laugh at Marc's teasing, how your face would slightly turn red when he teases you. He wants to be more for you and not just a grumpy neighbor who has a cat that you look after while he's at work. You noticed how In-Ho grew quiet. I mean—he is quiet but quieter than he used to be; it's like he's not there at all. A few seconds ago he was looking at you, and you smiled at him. He gave you a shy smile in return. Honestly, you're getting there; at least now you can see some of In-Ho's soft side, or maybe that's just how he is.

The sound of Marc's phone made you snap out of your thoughts. “Oh, it's my mom; I have to take this—” he said as he stood up, answering his mother's call before going outside. That leaves you and In-Ho alone. There is again the uncomfortable silence between you and In-Ho; the only thing that you could hear is the heavy breathing and huff from In-Ho and the sound of the utensil scraping the surface of the plate. “In-Ho…” you said as you brought your gaze up to him. He stopped picking the food from his plate; he took a deep breath before looking at you. His gaze is different, different from the ones that you usually get to see; it's full of jealousy. He tightly clenched his fist holding the spoon. “What is it? ” His tone is unbearable; he sounds annoyed, almost mad actually. “Are you ok? ” You asked him, putting your fork down, “You've been…quiet.” He scoffed, “Since when did you care so much, Y/n? ” He said in a mocking tone. Your eyes widened at his words. You know he can be rude sometimes, but he is different. The tone from his words is far from the first time you two encounter each other. “What...? ” Your heart started to beat faster; did you do something wrong? Did you say something wrong? Fuck, didn't he like the food that you made? You kept yourself from thinking things that made In-Ho act like this. He grabbed the bottle of wine in front of you as he carefully poured himself a glass. He filled it almost full. He looked at you while he brought the glass to his lips, glaring at you as if you were his prey. He hummed at the taste of wine, licking his lips as he put the glass down on the table. He opened his mouth to say something, “Y/n, I—” The sound of the front door closing cut In-Ho’s words, “I’m sorry about that—something came up, and my mom needs me—” Marc said, scratching the back of his head. In-Ho rolled his eyes, “Oh, are you going to go? ” you said as concern hinted in your voice, “Yes…Look, Y/n, I wish I could stay for long; I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Marc said as he lightly ruffled your hair. In-Ho glared at Marc’s hand on your hair. He swears he’ll cut off that hand of his. Only he can touch you like that, not anyone else, just him. Marc smiled slightly as he saw you get sad that he was leaving, “I’ll text you when I get home,” he said as you gave him a pouty look; he chuckled. He turned to In-Ho, “Nice to meet you again, Mr. Hwang. I have to go, but please enjoy what Y/N prepared. Have a good night.” In-Ho didn’t say anything except gave Marc a nod; after that, Marc left your house, leaving you and In-Ho seated in silence. “In-Ho, are—” “I’m okay.” He cuts you off before you finish your sentence. “Alright…” you breathe out as In-Ho gives you an annoyed look; though he doesn't know how he will act because of what he witnessed earlier, he hates seeing you talking to Marc; he only wants you to talk to him.

“How's, uh—Yu-Jin? ” You brought up the question, making In-Ho look at you, “He's doing fine; he's sleeping when I left him.” He said coldly, and you nodded, “Why not bring him here? I can give him food if he's hungry.” You said smiling up at In-Ho, “I already fed him, Y/n.” He breathed out, “The food's great.” He added, “Oh...I—thank you! ” You replied, satisfied with In-Ho's feedback on your cooking. At first you were worried that he might not like it, but now that he said it, you feel a relief.

There it is again, the thick silence in the air; you don’t like it—you wish you could do something about it, maybe wash the plates now? Or just sit there and let In-ho feel the tension, the silence between you two? You didn’t notice that you’d been looking at In-ho for a while; you zoned out. In-ho cleared his throat to catch your attention, “You alright? ” His voice is soft and calculated as if he’s scared to say something rude, “Yeah…I'm just a bit tired, I guess…” you said as you gave him a small smile. You’ve been feeling not well since earlier this morning. You feel like you’re having a fever or a cold, but you decided to ignore it. “Go rest,” In-ho breathed out as he looked at you. “But I have to clean the dishes and—” “Go rest, I said. I’ll do it.” He cuts you off before you could finish your sentence, “In-Ho, that’s—” In-ho stood up and grabbed his plate and the others; he sighed as he felt himself getting a little annoyed at your stubbornness, “Sweetheart, just go rest; I’ll take care of whatever you need to do.” He said, slightly leaning down on you, your breath hitched as he cupped your chin with his index finger, making you focus your gaze on him.

The way he called you sweetheart made you blush; you just looked up at him in awe, still shocked with the little nickname he called you. In-ho noticed the way your face turned red when he called you sweetheart. He liked calling you that; it suits you. Hell, he wants to call you sweetheartevery day. He wants to make you feel loved without him telling you that he loves you. Maybe by calling you nicknames like that, it will do. Maybe someday he’ll tell you that he loves you.

“Are you sure…because I’m feeling fine, really—” In-ho deeply sighed, “so stubborn.” He breathed out, “What? ” you asked, confused about what he said, “Nothing, I said go rest, I’ll tidy up in here, and yes, it’s ok.” You were about to protest, but he cut you off again, “No buts, sweetheart, hmm? ” he said, leaning a little closer to your face. You nodded, “Atta girl,” he said as he grabbed your plate and went to your kitchen to wash the plates, leaving you sitting there alone as you watched his broad shoulders. You stood up feeling a little lightheaded as you walked towards the living room, lying down as you rested, listening to the soft rustle of the plates from the kitchen. You brought up your head, seeing In-ho wearing your apron while washing the dishes effortlessly. ‘Fuck, he’ll make a good husband,’ you thought as you smiled to yourself, lying back down on the sofa. Meanwhile, In-ho’s amazed at how organized your kitchen is, how every ingredient has its own label, the salt, pepper, paprika, oil, flour, everything—he finds it cute and clean. He also noticed the perfectly lined-up mugs with different colors, the espresso machine that’s neatly placed in the corner, and the drawers full of perfectly placed utensils. He admired it; he’s amazed. You’d make a good wife, a good wife for him.

Almost half an hour passed, and In-ho’s finally done washing and tidying up the kitchen and dining table. He likes to take his time when he’s cleaning things; he doesn’t like rushing it.

“Y/n, I—” He walked into the living room and saw your tiny figure curled up into a ball on your sofa; he couldn’t help but smile to himself, seeing your cute and sleeping figure in front of him. He sighed as he quietly walked towards you, admiring you in your sleep. He crouched down as he brought his hands to your face, tucking a stray hair out of your beautiful face. He chuckled as he heard you whimper in your sleep. As much as he wanted to admire you all night, he wanted to let you rest properly. He stood back up and carefully scooped you into his strong arms, afraid that he’d wake you, “In-ho...? ” You whimper, your soft and sleepy voice made him stop his movements “. It's me, Sweetheart. It's just me.” He said as he carefully walked upstairs to locate your room. You nuzzled your face on his neck; even when sleepy, you couldn't help but inhale the unique scent of In-Ho. The way his arms carried your tired body, his body was relaxed as if you weighed nothing. You curled your arms around his neck, embracing the moment. In-Ho got startled a little from your action; his face turned red from how tight you were embracing him. He twisted the metal knob of your room quickly with his other hand; afraid that you’d fall from his grip, he kicked the door slightly and held you back again.

He walked in your room—your room smells like you, sweet and aromatic. He liked that the walls are painted with pastel green, matching the white decorations hanging on the wall. He also noticed how neat and clean you are. He settled your sleeping figure on your bed. He crouched down as he put you down on your bed, tucking a stray hair away from your beautiful face. You whimpered, “In-ho…” Hearing his own name roll on your lips sends shivers down his spine. “hmm? ” he hummed in response, “Don’t leave...please? ” you said as you slowly opened your eyes to see in-ho crouching down beside you, face flustered, “Stay in for tonight, with me..” you added as you gave him a tired smile, a smile that never fails to make his stomach full of butterflies, “I will sweetheart, i won’t leave you.” In-ho fingers traced your cheeks and jaw, mesmerizing how beautiful you are, how soft your skin is, how he would protect you from anything that this world could do to harm you–you looked at him, eyes sparkling with how handsome and perfect he is, his lips that you swear you want those lips to travel all over your body–to explore each and every part of your skin, to kiss your little scars and imperfections, his sharp jawline that you want to trail your lips upon–his nose that you once imagine as he eats you out, that nose would hit your clit as he looks up at you while he devours you whole–His dark brown eyes that you swore many times that you got lost in those eyes, the way he looks at you, its something captivating and pure lust, “Y/n” he cuts you off from your deep thoughts, “Are you ok? Do you want me to get you some water?” he said as he removed his glasses, settling them down on your nightstand. You shook your head, “No…” He nodded as he caressed your hair while looking deeply in your eyes, “Alright, I’ll go sleep on the couch; I won’t leave, I promise.” In-ho was about to stand up as you softly grabbed his arm, stopping his movement, “Sleep here…” Your voice sounded tired and sleepy, “Are you sure? ” His voice is calm and collected, and you nodded, “Need your words, princess…” he said, almost chuckling. “Yes.” And that did it. In-ho removed his shoes and socks, settling them down under the bed. You watched him remove his watch and placed it on the nightstand beside you. He looked down at you, “Would you mind if I remove my shirt? ” he said as he played with the button of his button-up shirt, “I wouldn’t fucking mind, In-ho.’ You thought, “I-it’s ok…” you said as he nodded, unbuttoning his shirt while looking down on you; his movements are painfully slow; it's like he’s teasing you, but hey, you don’t mind. You noticed how toned his chest is, how athletic his body looks; at his age like that, it's quite unbelievable, a smirk ghosted on In-Ho’s lips as he noticed how intrigued you are with him. He chuckled as he threw the piece of fabric on the floor before settling down beside you, “It's quite hot; I don’t sleep with a shirt on, sorry,” he said as he explained himself, “It's ok…” you said as you felt his bare chest on you, “Why do you want me to sleep here? ” He said as he looked up at the ceiling, a silence cut through the thick air of tension between the two of you, “I don’t know…I feel safe when you’re here.” That made In-Ho smile, a smile that is always because of you, his sunshine neighbor who takes care of his cat, his neighbor that never fails to make him smile, the same neighbor that he imagines late at night while he jerks himself in the shower, on his bed, and even in his office.

“Goodnight, In-ho,” you said as you lazily smiled at In-ho, who was already looking at you. “Good night, sweetheart.” He watched you close your eyes as you drifted off to sleep, watching your chest slowly rise up and down as you whimpered in your sleep.

There’s something about this night that made In-ho feel content; he feels full and satisfied with your presence, your unique scent that never fails to make him hard. He sighs in relief as he watches you sleep; he chuckled as he saw your eyebrows furrowed in your sleep, “Why does she sleep like that?” he said to himself as he brought his hand up on your forehead—separating your eyebrows apart, “Much better” he muttered as he smiled seeing your pouty face while you slept. He leaned in to kiss your forehead but hesitated, “Maybe someday..” In-Ho groans as he admires your sleeping figure, you look so vulnerable, yet peaceful he feels content—he’s sure that he doesn't want this night to end but, It's been a long day for you and In-ho, a long day for him to remember, a night for him to cherish. He closes his eyes as he hopes to dream of you, to see your gorgeous face in his sleep.

Author's Note: I apologize if I was gone for a while, I had to finish my school works:(( I've got writers block like a few weeks ago and I couldn't finish my other chapters that's why it's been a while, but I promise to deliver goods fics for y'all! Thank you so so much for all of your support! Y'all's comment, reblog, likes, and encouragement keep me going!💚🖤

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