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myangelhaven · 2 months ago

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You seemed to almost have a glow around you when you spoke. As if the roof opened up to let moonlight pour down over your entire body.

Man that was so short 😔 I was just getting into, but I liked it! Thank you for this, I wish there was a second part or something 😭

♡Tongue in Cheek - Yang Jeongin

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: CEO jeongin x fem! reader

summary: your boss is up for a big promotion. There's just one problem, he told his boss that he's married. So he asks you to be his wife for just one night. But now this cold CEO is seeing you in a whole new light.

warnings: power dynamics, tooth-aching fluff, angst, kissing, did I mention fluff????

Jeongin slid a few papers around his desk. “Something you need?” He snapped, his tone exhausted and annoyed. His patience was wearing thin lately. You had noticed immediately, the way he moved around the office like every corner and seam of his heavy armor was starting to crack. He was stressed, he was nervous. You suppose that's why you agreed to this dinner in the first place. To help him out. That was the only reason you had agreed to be his “fake wife.”

“Sorry to bother you, Sir. But Mr. Kwon’s assistant called again to confirm that you- um, that we would be attending the dinner tomorrow evening.” You kept your eyes downcast, studying every fiber of his office carpet. A deep, intimidating red color that filled the entire room like an inferno. It's as if he wanted everyone that walked into his office to know that they were walking into Hell.

“Tell her that we'll be there at eight sharp. I want you dressed nicely. Take my card and buy yourself something expensive.” Jeongin's hand stretched out to reveal a heavy platinum credit card weaved between his fingers. You took a step forward but hesitated, your mouth parting slightly. Jeongin's eyes flashed up to you, his head still hanging down. “No arguments, just do it.”

And that was that. Because if Yang Jeongin told you to do something, then goddamn it, you better do it.

The night of the dinner was chiller than you had anticipated. The sun was going down sooner and sooner and cold air swept you up and pulled you inside of Jeongin's luxury car. It was warm inside with plush seats that hugged you better than your own mother. Was this what money could buy? You casually glanced at Jeongin's hand gripping the expensive leather of the steering wheel. He was wearing a shiny silver bracelet and a large, heavy looking ring on his middle finger. He had told you once that the ring was lucky and he would only wear it when he really, really needed it. Jeongin kept his eyes fixed on the road, focused and determined even in his driving. But soon his deep voice cut through the building tension. “Mr. Kwon is the man to impress, the man to be, the man to beat. But he is put off by the fact that I never settled down to start a family. He thinks it's abnormal for a man my age to not have someone.”

You kept your mouth closed tight. You agreed with Jeongin's boss, it was abnormal. Jeongin was young, attractive, and successful. So why hadn't he found someone? As if sensing your train of thought, he cocked his head towards you and raised an eyebrow. “It's not like I don't fuck, I just don't have time for a relationship.”

A relationship. He said that word like it was poison on his tongue. The two of you pulled into the long driveway of a sprawling manor you had only seen in magazines. The path was lined with lights and led you both to a towering front door that was painted the most intense red you had ever seen. You were starting to understand where Jeongin was getting his business inspiration. You stepped inside to see dinner already being set.

Five course meal. Five courses. There were nights when all you could afford was a cup of ramen and a few beers. This was how the other half lived. Mr. Kwon and his wife were both incredibly gorgeous. To look at them too long almost felt greedy. Mr. Kwon commented on Jeongin's cufflinks and his wife absolutely adored your dress. You found it easy to converse with her. A simple, sweet woman who meant well but was so detached from the real world that she was living in her own little fairytale. Jeongin and you had discussed a background story for how you met and what your wedding day was like in case anyone had asked. And to no one's surprise, Mrs. Kwon wanted to know every detail.

After a few glasses of champagne, you found yourself gushing about Jeongin. You spoke about his gentle demeanor when his mother or siblings call. You talked about his smell and the first time you knew you were in love with him.

Jeongin sat back in his chair and watched you. He watched you diverge from the previously discussed storyline that the two of you agreed on. He listened as you spoke honestly about your feelings and your ambitions and goals for the future. He felt a clench in his chest that he hadn't felt in years. You seemed to almost have a glow around you when you spoke. As if the roof opened up to let moonlight pour down over your entire body. And the dress you chose. Jeongin finally allowed himself a moment to admire and memorize every curve and dip of your waist and legs. He could feel his $300 slacks growing tighter by the second. Mr. Kwon stood from the table and announced that the men should adjourn to the other room for cigars and brandy. Jeongin let out a sigh of relief and quickly stood to follow the rest of the men but before he could leave you grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek. “Miss you already.” You said with a smile loud enough that the rest of the guests could hear. You gave him a quick wink before dropping his hand and returning to the dinner table.

“You got a good one there, Yang.” Mr. Kwon let out a large puff of smoke from his cigar. “Don't fuck this up. She's good for you.”

Jeongin fiddled with his own cigar, still unlit. He weaved it between his fingers. “Yes, Sir.” His mind was a million miles away. You have worked for him for three years now. He still remembers the day he hired you. The outfit you wore, the messy bun with frazzled strands of hair falling in front of your eyes. You were so nervous. But you were determined. He recognized that fire in your eyes. It was the same fire that burned inside him.

“Thank you for tonight. You were very convincing.” Jeongin had driven you back to your one bedroom apartment. You stood in the single step in front of your front door. You were actually eye-level with him now, your face just inches from his. “You're welcome. It was fun.” You confessed. You liked being a part of his world. Jeongin cleared his throat and smiled. An awkward, unsure smile that you weren't used to seeing. He gave you a polite bow and turned towards his car to leave. You felt a heaviness pull at your heart as he started to walk away. But before he got to the street he stopped. He turned on his heels to face you once again, his unsure smile now transforming into a devilish smirk. “The night isn't over. Technically, you're still my wife.” He took a few steps towards you. “Kiss me.”

The heaviness in your chest now felt like a balloon soaring high as you ran towards him without hesitation. You jumped into his arms and he held your leg with one hand and used his other arm to wrap around your waist, holding you close to him. Your lips crashed into his clumsily. Your mouths falling over each other until you slowly found a rhythm. It was the most romantic moment of your entire life and you never wanted it to stop. You kissed him over and over again. Some were slow and lingering while others were needy and impatient. You kissed him. Because if Yang Jeongin tells you to do something, then goddamn it, you better do it.

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myangelhaven · 2 months ago

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On my last semester of nursing....I hate it here get me out

#why do i have to schedule everything #mannnn #im so overwhelmed #rambling haven

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myangelhaven · 2 months ago

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for someone who prided himself on being savage and composed, seungmin looked like a kicked puppy right now.

Wait stop why was this so cute? Got myself cheesin and smiling while I read this 😭😭 i actually really liked this even if it was short

ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎ ∘ ∘ ‪ 승민 ; HOLD ME TIGHT ── aftercare with your boyfriend, after a particularly long and rough night.

𓍯 idolbf!seungmin ʚଓ fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ）1k ── ༯ HEADCANON, fluff, humour, aftercare, bit suggestive, req. by anon! . ⸝⸝𓂃 LiBRARY . /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི

yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ woohoo, double post !! might post again today, cause i feel like it. thank you to my luv, anon, for requesting this, hope i have written it to your expectations! (╥﹏╥). jeongin's next ;3. so many asks, i'm gonna be posting daily, please be patient hehe. comments, requests, asks likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! comment/ask if you want to be added to my mastertag ! happy reading <3

the dim lighting of the bedroom cast soft shadows over the minimalistic walls, the faint glow of moonlight spilling in through the window. it was quiet now, save for the occasional rustle of sheets and the low hum of the heater working to keep the chill of winter at bay.

seungmin knelt on the bed beside his girlfriend, his hands working meticulously at her shoulders, thumbs digging gently into the knots he was sure he'd caused. his brows were knit in concentration, his usually sharp eyes softened with guilt. he rarely ever got like this—serious, cautious, and so full of concern it made y/n want to burst out laughing again, but she bit her lip to hold it in. for now.

"you’re laughing in your head, aren’t you?" seungmin asked flatly, his voice low but laced with exasperation.

"no," she lied, her lips twitching as she bit back a giggle.

seungmin paused, fixing her with his trademark deadpan glare. "do you think i’m joking? i feel terrible, y/n. terrible." he exaggerated.

she turned her head slightly to glance at him, cheek smushed against the pillow. his fingers froze on her shoulder blades, a slight pout tugging at the corner of his lips. god, he was adorable. for someone who prided himself on being savage and composed, seungmin looked like a kicked puppy right now.

"min, you’re literally being ridiculous," she said, her voice brimming with amusement. "i told you i’m fine. i liked it."

his expression didn’t change. "i was too rough. you winced like…twice. that’s two times too many."

y/n rolled her eyes dramatically, flipping onto her back despite his protests of "stay still, i’m trying to help." she reached out to cup his cheek, her fingers warm against his skin. "first of all, i winced because i was overwhelmed, in a good way. secondly, you apologizing twenty-seven times is going to make me start keeping a tally."

seungmin blinked at her, his lips twitching into the faintest semblance of a smile before it disappeared again. "it’s not funny."

"it’s very funny," she teased, sticking out her tongue. "you’re being such a baby about this, it’s cute."

"..not cute," he retorted, his ears burning red as he avoided her gaze. his hands returned to her shoulders, his touch feather-light now, as if he feared breaking her. "you’re impossible."

"and you’re overthinking. i’m fine. actually, i’m better than fine—i had a great time. you’re just melodramatic," she quipped, letting her voice drop into mock-seriousness.

"melodramatic?" he echoed, scandalized, his hands pausing mid-massage. he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes at her. "that’s rich coming from you, miss ‘do you think my soul left my body just now?’."

y/n erupted into laughter, clutching her stomach as she replayed her own words from earlier in her head. "okay, fair, but in my defense, it did feel like that."

"right. that’s why i’m apologizing," seungmin muttered, shaking his head but unable to hide the upward curl of his lips this time.

she reached up to grab his hands, pulling him down to lay beside her. he came willingly but let out a small grunt of protest. "i’m not done—"

"you’re done," she interrupted, poking his cheek. "come here and stop worrying. it’s getting embarrassing."

"embarrassing," he repeated, tone dripping with mock disbelief. he turned onto his side to face her, propping his head up with his hand. "that’s it. i’m officially offended."

"oh no," she said dramatically, clasping her hands to her chest. "what will i do if the kim seungmin is offended? whatever shall i—"

he reached out to clamp a hand over her mouth, shaking his head. "y/n. stop. talking."

her muffled giggle turned into a full-blown laugh as she shoved his hand away, and he groaned, flopping back onto the bed. she turned to face him, their noses almost touching now. his sharp features softened in the dim light, his usually playful smirk replaced with something tender.

"seriously, though," he murmured, his voice quieter now. "i don’t want to hurt you. ever."

y/n felt her chest tighten at the sincerity in his tone. she reached up to trace the line of his jaw with her fingertips, her touch light but grounding. "i know," she whispered. "and you didn’t. i trust you, seung."

his eyes searched hers for a moment, as if looking for any sign of doubt, but all he found was the warmth and reassurance that she always gave him. he sighed, finally letting the tension seep out of his shoulders as he relaxed beside her.

"you’re so annoying," he muttered, but his lips quirked up at the corners.

"and you’re dramatic," she shot back, poking his chest.

for a moment, the room was filled with a comfortable silence. seungmin reached out, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. he wasn’t usually one for skinship—he’d much rather tease her from across the room than cuddle—but moments like these, when the world was quiet and it was just the two of them, he let himself indulge.

"can we just agree that i was a little rough and move on?" he asked after a beat, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her hair.

y/n hummed thoughtfully. "mmm, no. i’m gonna milk this for at least another week."

"of course you are," he deadpanned, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on her back. "you’re lucky i love you."

"aw, you love me?" she teased, leaning back to look at him with a mischievous grin.

he rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it, his cheeks tinged pink. "don’t push it."

"too late." she leaned up to kiss his nose, her heart swelling at the way he scrunched it in response. "i love you too, you big softie."

seungmin groaned dramatically, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. "this is why i don’t do skinship. you get all weird and sappy."

"you don’t do skinship because you’re awkward," she shot back, grinning.

"not true," he argued, pulling her closer and holding her firmly against his chest. "i’m holding you right now, aren’t i?"

"true," she agreed, nuzzling into him. "maybe you’re not as awkward as i thought."

he let out a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "don’t get used to it."

"too late," she whispered, her voice full of warmth.

and as seungmin held her close, the lingering worries from earlier finally faded away. because with her in his arms, laughing and teasing like always, he knew they were okay. better than okay. they were home.

mastertag ୨୧ @cosmicalily thank you luvie <3

#highly recommended #skz fics #skz recs #seungmin x reader

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myangelhaven · 3 months ago

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“Been too long. Let me worship you for a while, princess.”

What's a girl got to do to be worshipped right guys 😔 but UGH this was so good is there a part 2? 😭😭 I neeed to know what happens!

✧ ━━━ CHOKEHOLD ✧ ━━━ CW: CORSET, ORAL SEX (F.REC), FINGERING, DOM(?)!FELIX, UNPROTECTED SEX, SCRATCHING, G-SPOT STIMULATION, MULTIPLE ORGASMS, CREAM PIE, ✧ ━━━ WC: 1.8K

There wasn’t always a war between the Solar and Lunar Kingdoms. Disagreements and minor issues here and there, yes. But only in the last few years did Y/n’s father— the king of the Lunar Kingdom—deem the Solar Kingdom their enemy. She remembered the night vividly.

It was supposed to be a celebration in Spring court. One of two major territories that belonged to the Lunar Kingdom. It was the turn of the season. From winter to spring and all courts— Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn— were in attendance along with Solar and Lunar Kingdoms.

Everything seemed fine the entire night. Dinner, socializing, and even dancing was fine. Or maybe she should have paid more attention. She was busy. It wasn’t often she got to see the fae she was fated to.

Between her responsibilities as princess and Felix’s responsibilities as prince and next in line for Solar’s throne, they didn’t see much of each other except at formal events like this.

“You look gorgeous tonight,” Felix complimented as he danced with her. Having just switched partners from Jisung — the Duke of Autumn court— to Felix.

“Thank you,” Y/n smiled

“Any word from your father on Solar’s proposal?” Felix questioned

“No. I know he and my brother were discussing it. Don’t know what the outcome was.”

Both heirs weren’t blind to the fact their kingdoms weren’t entirely friends. Resources were always the main fight between them. Last time Felix had visited Y/n— well her kingdom — on official business, he had mentioned to her that he proposed to his and her father and advisors that if the two heirs were to marry then the fighting would stop. Their realm could have peace.

“Hopefully it’s a good one,” Felix asked

“I hope so too. I’m tired of only seeing each other at events.”

“We should make the most of it then.”

The two royals made their way out of the ballroom and walked down the halls of Spring Manor. Finding themselves out in the back garden, moonlight bathing them and blooming the spring flowers as the winter flowers fell from their stems.

“Do you think we should have told our families about our fates?” Felix asked

“No, you know how my father is when anyone brings up fate,” Y/n responded

“Yeah. Even if I barely pay attention.”

“Because you distract easily.”

“It’s easy to be distracted when you’re naked in my bed, princess.”

“Then don’t ask me those questions, prince.”

Felix smiled as he stood in front of her, stopping them from their walk and holding her hips, “Speaking of beds, is the Lunar princess staying in Spring Manor tonight?”

“I am. I take it you are too?”

“Indeed I am.”

The two royals quickly made their way out of the garden, the south entrance of the manor closer and where her room was. The two quickly and quietly got to her room and locked the door.

Felix cupped her face in his hands and pressed his warm lips to hers. Y/n smiled against his lips as she held his waist, slowly walking back to the bed. The prince turned then and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her onto his lap.

“Missed you,” Y/n whispered against his lips

“Missed you too,” Felix mumbled, hands moving to undo the corset of her dress, slowly pulling the strings loose.

Y/n helped him pull her dress off before she stripped him of his suit. All materials of their formal wear falling to the floor or mattress behind them. Felix laid back with her on top before gently rolling her over, pinning her onto the mattress, and moving his lips down her neck and body

“Lix,” Y/n whined

“Been too long. Let me worship you for a while, princess.”

Felix didn’t let her get another word, kissing further down her torso and pulling her legs over his shoulders. Pretty lips wrapping around her clit, gently sucking on the bud and flicking it with his tongue. Y/n moaned as he held her thighs tight. Not daring to move them from his shoulders.

“Lix,” Y/n moaned as her fingers tangled in his blond hair. The prince made a small noise below but didn’t let up, now on a mission.

The prince took one hand off her thigh and slipped one finger into her. Y/n covered her mouth, hiding her moans from anybody who was maybe passing by. No one — except their advisors who handled their mail— knew the two royals were together. No one in Y/n’s family knew about her secret relationship with the prince of Solar. She just hoped her father would accept his marriage proposal and he could believe the relationship was his choosing. All she hoped was one day she’d wake up with Felix instead of cold beds after their rendezvous.

The princess bit her lips and tipped her head back as her walls clenched around his finger. Felix hummed to himself in contempt as he felt her squeeze his finger. Slipping another finger in her she begged for more which seemed to do the job. Walls pulsing around his fingers as he lapped at her clit. Groaning and holding her down with one hand as her hips rocked against his face. He held her and kept rubbing all the right spots before she came on his fingers.

Y/n arched her back against him as she rode out high before crashing against the mattress. Felix pulled away from her and cleaned off his fingers before hovering over her. Kissing her cheeks, “Feeling alright there princess?” he asked in his deep voice

“Mhm,” Y/n nodded as a chill ran down her spine. There always was one when he spoke to her in his deepest voice

“Does my needy princess need more or are you side for the night?” he asked her

“More,” Y/n begged

“You never need to beg. Just ask,” Felix reminded her as he sat back and wrapped her legs around his hips. Y/n looked down at the prince. Watching him push his blond hair out of his face and lined himself up at her entrance. Slowly pushing in and giving her as much time as she needed to get used to him again.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back to her. “Missed you,” Y/n whispered as he slowly pulled back and pushed in

“I missed you too.” Felix pressed his lips to hers again. His arms moved under her body and held her close to him. Hips moved skillfully, capturing her moans in his mouth as she captured his.

“Take me back with you this time, please.” Y/n begged

“I wish I could darling.” Felix groaned, hips picking up pace slightly.

Y/n moaned as his tip just grazed that perfect spot inside her. “There! Right there Lix.”

Felix acknowledged her words and shifted his position just a little to push further in and hit that spot inside her where she begged to be hit. Pushing her legs up just a bit more as well. His hands slid under her thighs to do so. The princess gasped when the position hit right where she needed him. Her hands moved down his back before her nails were crawling back up. Eliciting a deep groan from him and cursing under his breath.

Y/n smiled to herself at his reaction before the thought left her head and focused back on how the prince was making her feel. Pushing her further into pleasure before her whole body was consumed with it.

“Fuck,” Felix groaned as she clenched around him, riding out her second orgasm.

He waited until he felt her unclench and sink into the mattress before he sat up a bit more and pushed her legs down just a bit more, thrusting into her as fast as he could. Her moans and whines helping him get off quicker. Pushing deep into her and letting his cum paint her walls.

He gave himself a few seconds before pulling her legs down to pulled out of her. Felix gave her a quick kiss on her lips before making his way to the ensuite bathroom she had and grabbed a cloth to clean her up and then discarded it in the bathroom before climbing into the bed with her. Pulling the covers over them.

“I want to wake up like this,” Y/n grumbled as she wrapped her arms around the prince’s waist

“So do I darling,” Felix sighed and kissed the top of her head.

Both knew they couldn’t. Who knows what would happen if someone found them in their position.

So many days they wished and wrote how they wanted to wake up next to the other. No more sneaking around. Felix himself was trying to do everything in his power to make that dream a reality. At this point, he didn’t care if it hurt him or he lost sleep— which he most certainly had— over it.

He would give anything in the realm to have her by his side. Even giving up his throne.

Y/n had paid so much attention to her lover that she had completely dismissed her family. She never saw her father talking to Felix’s father. Nor the building temper he had before leaving the ballroom. Now back home she watched soldiers in the courtyard prepare for war. Her father and brother in front of them.

“You got a letter,” Seungmin, her personal advisor, alerted her.

“From him?” Y/n asked, grabbing the folded paper from his hands. Seeing Felix’s signature stamp.

“Why would I hand it straight to you otherwise?”

She quickly read through the letter. Solar was preparing for war too. He would be heading Solar’s front with his advisor — Chan. Worry quickly building in her gut. She had overheard her father and brother talking about the future king leading the front line and she knew just how Minho fought. She’d seen him practice and heard how the guards spoke about his skills.

Scared for her lovers like she started forming the later in her head as she quickly walked to her room, Stringing following not far behind.

“I should warn you it’s going to be hard to get the letter out. Your fathers talking about refusing any mail in or out of the kingdom. Only allowing messages from allies?” Seungmin warned her

As far as she knew, the costs were still up in area about the war, almost refusing to pick a side. But she has overheard her brother and Jisung of Autumn court discussing troops to send from autumn court to the kingdom.

“Fuck,” She cursed under her breath

“Language, princess,” Seungmin teased her

“I am not in the mood for the reading right now, Kim Seungmin,” Y/n warned him

“Apologies.”

“Do whatever you can to get my letters to Felix, understood? I don’t care if you're going behind my father and brothers back.”

“Understood.”

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myangelhaven · 3 months ago

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Blue really did suit him.

Bluesung 🥺🥺 no cuz I screamed when I found out he dyed his hair he looks so good with it 😭😭 but this was actually so wholesome and cute I loved it!

Back to Blue | Han Jisung

Synopsis: Jisung messages you out of the blue one day, and before you know it, you are at the Stray Kids dorm dying his hair back to blue.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff, crack

Warnings: None! (Unless shirtless Jisung counts)

WC: 1.6k

Notice: My loves, this was an entirely unprompted fanfiction. I have a couple requests scheduled and I'm working on a longer fiction, so I was not going to write anything at all today. But after reading a few stories about Hyunjin's buzzcut and Felix's dark hair, I realized I had not seen many stories about the return of Bluesung on my feed; therefore, I decided to write my own!...and I may or may not have sped-wrote it in about an hour or two. Whoops! Nevertheless, enjoy the story, my darlings! (I am also attempting a new format style, so enjoy that as well!).

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It started with a random text on a Saturday afternoon.

Hannie<3: Hello, my beautiful, gorgeous, amazing specimen of a partner who I love more than anything else ever! You: What do you want, Ji? Hannie<3: Sooooo, our hairstylist may or not be out sick with the flu, and your amazing boyfriend who is ALWAYS so nice to you may or may not be wanting to bring back an old hair color so....wanna come help me dye my hair blue? :D

You blinked at your phone, rereading the message over and over again as if you were trying to find a joke in the wording that you had missed; he could not be serious, could he?

You: Why not just go to an ACTUAL salon? Hannie<3: And have them mess it up? Absolutely not! You're the only one I trust with this so can you pleeeeease come do it for me?? You: Hannie, I'm going to hold your hand when I say this. You: I have never dyed anyone's hair before. Hannie<3: Boxes have instructions for a reason!

You narrowed your eyes at your phone briefly, quirking your lips into a line; you pondered the text for a moment before sighing and typing out a reply.

You: I'll be there in fifteen.

Minutes later, you were at Jisung's dorm, standing in the doorway to his bedroom with a skeptical expression etched onto your face; your boyfriend just grinned at you like an eager puppy.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist the urge to play mad scientist with my hair."

"You're acting like I'm about to give you an entirely new identity," you retorted, stepping inside and tossing your keys onto his bed. "Remind me why you want blue specifically? I thought you wanted to stay natural for a while."

Han shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I did, but blue is like my color, y'know? Fans loved it, and, let's be real, I looked amazing!" You rolled your eyes at the final comment but could not help the smile that eased past your lips.

"Fine," you told him, "but if this goes wrong, I am taking zero responsibility."

"Noted," he replied, leading you down the hallway to the bathroom; a box of blue hair dye already sat waiting on the counter.

"Wow," you teased, picking up the box and analyzing the instructions. "You really went all out with the cheap stuff. Y'sure it won't turn your hair green?"

Han laughed at first, but his eyes widened slightly, his playful expression morphing into one of slight fear.

"Wait...it's not going to do that, right?"

"I guess we'll find out."

Han let out a dreadful groan as you opened the box, pulling out the black rubber gloves that came with it; you pulled them on with a moderate snap as Han took off his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the messy bathroom floor. He perched on the edge of the bathtub, wrapping a small towel around his neck as you read the instructions in order to figure out just what you were doing.

After scanning over the steps and figuring out the process of unprofessionally coloring hair, you took out the color and the developer and poured both into the applicator bottle, shaking it harshly in order to quickly mix up the dye. Once the agents were fully combined, you stepped closer to Han, sitting yourself beside him on the rim of the tub.

"Okay, tilt your head back," you instructed, squeezing a tiny amount of hair dye onto your finger tips.

"Wait," Han suddenly said, looking up at you with large, doe-eyes. "What happens if it actually turns my hair green?"

"Hannie, it's just hair," you replied, running your clean hand through his hair lightly. "You'll be fine."

"But my appearance is my livelihood!" He clutched a dramatic hand over his heart, pretending to tear up at the thought. "If my hair is ruined, I'm ruined!"

"Well, you could always shave your head and wait for it to grow back!" you playfully remarked. "Hopefully by then, your stylist will feel better!"

"A shaved head?!" Han gasped dramatically, his words loud and bewildered. "Do I look like my name is Hyunjin? We can't have two kiwis in the group!" You chuckled at his melodramatics before halting suddenly, furrowing your eyebrows slightly.

"Wait, Hyunjin shaved his head?"

"Oh, nevermind that!" Han playfully shook his head as he spoke. "Can you just get started before I go crazy?"

"You're already crazy, Hannie, but okay."

You slowly raked the blue dye through Han's hair, being as gentle as possible just in case you caught any missed tangles or knots. You went by sections, going by the layers of Han's hair. As you worked, Han squirmed as if he were a child.

"Ow!" he yelped unseriously. "That was a tangle!"

"Han, my fingers literally ran through a couple of strands," you retaliated, trying not to laugh. "How could I have hit a tangle?"

"I don't know, but that's what it felt like," he muttered, pouting and wincing for effect.

"You're such a baby," you teased, brushing through his hair more softly. "I know you don't act like this with the stylists, so just behave for me, would you?"

"Fine, fine," he conceded with a sigh. "In my defense, though, it absolutely kills me to sit still for an hour with them, too."

"Keep yourself distracted then," you suggested as you began to work on the second section of hair. "Like, just talk to me about whatever will make time pass by for you."

Upon your statement, you and Han began to discuss everything and nothing, from his plans for the week, to a new song he was working on, and finally the latest group chat antics with the other members. You had to pause your efforts multiple times during conversation, scolding Han for turning his head away from you while he was speaking. By the time you had finished applying the dye, you were both laughing so hard that your sides were aching.

"Okay," you sighed out victoriously, peeling off your gloves and throwing them away along with the applicator bottle. "Now we wait."

"For how long?"

"Thirty minutes," you answered after re-checking the box's directions. As you pulled out your phone to set a timer, Han let out a frustrated groan, slumping dramatically off of the bathtub's edge and onto the bathroom floor.

"I am going to die of boredom."

"You could always help me clean up," you suggested, glancing pointedly at the blue streaks adorning the whie porcelain of the bathtub, as well as some spots that had made their way onto the floor.

"Absolutely not." Han sat up quickly, shaking his head. "That's your mess."

"Excuse me?" you shot back while chuckling. "Are you not the one who squirmed, flinced, and turned your head so aggressively that you got hair dye everywhere?" Before Han could answer, you pulled out a washrag from one of the bathroom drawers, turning on the faucet to wet it slightly and tossing it to Han.

"Now, get it before it dries up!" you commanded, getting out a second rag for yourself. "I don't want to explain to your managers why the dorm's bathroom looks like a Smurk emporium."

To your gratitude, and more so Han's, cleaning up the smeared hair dye made the time pass by swiftly; within what felt like moments, the alarm on your phone had gone off.

"Thank goodness!" Han yelled, standing up from where he had been kneeled on the floor, working on a particularly tough stain. "Moment of truth!" Han made his way to the shower, sliding open the door before glancing back at you.

"Privacy, please!" he cheekily commanded, waiving you away sassily.

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't forget to use this, ya goof." You handed him the small packet of hair color conditioner before striding out of the bathroom.

"Text me when you're done."

You were sitting on Han's bed, scrolling through social media for what felt like an eternity; you were never able to understand how one person could take such a lengthy shower. You got the urge to go knock on the bathroom door and ask what was taking so long, but before you could, your phone buzzed.

Hannie<3: All done! Come look! :D

You smiled at the text, sluggishly standing up and making your way to the bathroom. You opened the door to find a beaming Han, his squirrely smile lighting up the entire bathroom as he ran his hands through his hair whilst looking in the mirror; it was blow-dried, which was probably why he took longer than expected, but most importantly, it was vibrant, shiny, and blue.

"Ladies and...well, just lady!" Han exclaimed as he turned to you, a prominent, joyous sparkle present in his eyes. "I present to you: the return of Bluesung!"

"No kidding!" you responded, ruffling his hair lightly and fluffing it up slightly. "I think I nailed it!"

"You did!" he agreed, grinning from ear to ear. "I am dangerously attractive now. Well, I've always been attractive, but even more so now, baby!"

"Alright, alright." You rolled your eyes, lightly pushing at his shoulder. "Calm down, Blueberry."

"Careful," he warned, the gleeful glint in his gaze turning into a mischevious one. "Call me that again, and I'm dying your hair."

"Fine by me," you retorted while smirking. "I've been wanting to go purple for a while, Blueberry."

"Oh, you little!" Han picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and playfully bickering with you as he spun you around the bathroom; however, even through the teasing and the unserious arguing, one thought crossed your mind:

Blue really did suit him.

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Something flutters in my chest. The feeling is more reminiscent of being in the presence of something that I know can end me.

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⚝ Hyunjin x (afab) Reader ⚝ Commissioned work: 6.6k ⚝ Stories published on this blog are not exhaustively tagged for their entire content to prevent spoilers. See here and proceed at your own risk. — Heavy infatuation, invasion of privacy, allusions to breeding kink.

❥ For any other person, it's a simple encounter at a park, but for Hyunjin, it's so much more than that.

The general public is familiar with the name Sam N. Galeruth as a tech giant, but they don’t know what he looks like, nor the fact that this is not his real name.

And they never will.

I cherish my privacy way too much. It’s been troublesome to keep my name detached from my face, but if there is a will, then there is indeed a way. Business basically runs itself—everything is delegated appropriately, so I don’t even have to show up in person. At this point in my life, I’m used to living as a recluse, and I don’t plan on changing that any time soon.

It’s true that money doesn’t buy happiness, but you know what it does buy? Cheap thrills.

And what I want, I get.

When you have enough money to commit a medium-scale arson, your packaging becomes this diamond-plated shiny thing that attracts parasitic moths, and you get treated a certain way. It smells like respect but tastes like ass-kissing, to be honest with you. I am yet to encounter someone who possesses a genuine flavor rather than some artificial saccharine aroma. When this is the case, you don’t really feel like making an effort to get to know your disposable playmates. Why would I? None of them are interested in me personally. I know they are after the crisp bills in my wallet and the shape of my body, so we pretend standing next to a prince makes them a princess for one night. Strictly on foreign ground. No one is to cross the threshold of my front door. No one is allowed to defile the sanctity of my bedroom. The left side of my bed is forever reserved for someone I haven’t met yet. What we’re doing is nothing more than a simple exchange of friction. I fail to see how this is any different than me fucking a fleshlight.

You wouldn’t ask your dildo its favorite color now, would you?

It’s an annoyingly bleak fall day. Everything is dying. The sun is not even trying to wake up, all bundled up in that fleece blanket of clouds. Can’t really blame her; I have trouble getting up in the mornings during this season, too. It’s always around this time of the year I wish I had somebody to sleep in with. Someone to give my everything to. A muse to breathe for. I’d love to watch her dream, then disturb her sleep with kisses. I’d love to make love to her back to consciousness, then out of it again.

Some might call me an impulsive man, but wouldn’t you say the correct term is sentimental? Yes, I let my emotions dictate my behavior. Yes, I make life decisions based on how I feel, and I don’t have a problem admitting that. Logic only gets you so far. For instance, my mind told me to stay at home today, but my heart nudged me to get my fingers numb outside instead.

Fall makes me sad. I can’t be home when I’m sad.

I don’t understand why fallen leaves are considered romantic, by the way. Every time I walk through this hilltop park, the crunching sounds remind me of bones on the brink of turning to dust. It feels like I’m walking through a graveyard.

The chilly wind is piercing my lungs, but here I am at the park again. I like this place. There is barely anybody around. I have a magnificent panorama of the city under my feet. The iodine scent reaches all the way here and barges into the coffee cup in my hand, but still somewhat respectfully. The smell is very pleasant. Very savory. Like salted caramel. Being here helps me think clearly. It helps me see things that I otherwise cannot see. It doesn’t necessarily make me happy, but the wind at least blows the gloom away.

Then the sudden shutter sound to my left pulls me back from six feet under my thoughts. It startles me like a gun’s just gone off in the distance.

“Did I scare you?”

I turn to the source of the voice, currently holding a camera with a telescopic lens. Jeans. Leather jacket. Black nail polish. Silver rings. A pseudo-apologetic smile.

You.

I don’t know why, but my whole body shivers.

“Hello?” you press for an answer when I can’t produce one.

“Sorry,” I shake my head and come back to reality, “I tend to zone out a lot.”

Your smile gets bigger, but it isn’t exactly wholesome. Something flutters in my chest. The feeling is more reminiscent of being in the presence of something that I know can end me.

This is how I know nothing in life is a coincidence. Something pushed me to be here at this very moment. Something pushed you, too. Why did you come to this hilltop park in this weather if not to cross paths with me?

The question is what are we going to do about this social path?

Your lens is pointed at me not so subtly. It looks like a rifle from this angle. It’s threatening. I turn my gaze away to the cityscape again, but I can still see you in my peripheral vision. I know your viewfinder frames me.

Do you find me to be a better view than an ocean-neighboring city?

You keep pushing your shutter-release button at decreasing intervals like you’re in a hurry. A part of me feels flattered, but I start feeling self-conscious. It makes me feel vulnerable. I have nowhere to hide.

Your footsteps crush every bone leaf they land on. You casually invite yourself to sit next to me and show me the display screen of your camera. On any other day, I wouldn’t care for this, but I feel compelled to do as you want me to. The second my eyes land on the photograph, my heart falls to my stomach.

It’s obvious that you’re at least a semi-professional if not already a widely celebrated artist. The composition is impeccable. There are no colors. Everything is monochrome. It’s as bleak as this fall afternoon, but the way you’ve captured me… It’s like my worst confessions are caught on tape. I’ve never felt this seen before.

I feel naked in front of you.

A quiet exclamation of appreciation takes the liberty of breaking free. I want to say so much more, but all my thoughts are getting inextricably jumbled in my head. I apologize if I’m being rude, but I’m quite literally speechless.

“Can I get a copy of this picture?” I finally manage to ask.

“You can,” you turn off your camera and look me in the eye, “On one condition.”

I wait for your answer, but you’re dragging out the suspense like the climax of a thriller movie. Money is not an issue. I can give you everything you want. I can build a studio for you from scratch if you want me to, just name your price.

“Model for me,” you finally respond, “I won’t be able to pay you much, but you just have to be a part of my project.”

I feel disappointed when you say that. Model for you? Here I was getting excited over the possibility of seeing a unicorn in the wild, but you were after my fa��ade, too?

“Why do you want me to model for you?” I question, but I’m having a hard time veiling the pettiness boiling inside me.

I know the answer. You just want a subject that’s pleasant to look at. You think this is what’s going to pique people’s interest and make them admire your still frames. You think maybe you can sell it for a higher value. Your lookism tendencies are showing, and I feel my jaw clenching.

“Your eyes,” your voice softens and your smile shapeshifts, “They’re fascinating.”

I feel like I’ve crashed my car into an iron gate at full speed. I was guessing ten different answers in my head, but none of them was residing in the same neighborhood as yours. Your hand slowly reaches my cheek, and your thumb gently swipes over the beauty mark right under my eye. My breath hitches in my throat, and I can somehow feel your touch down my spine. Goosebumps break all over me, and I know for a fact that it’s not because of the wind.

“I’ve never witnessed such an expressive gaze before,” you speak through your enchanted smile, but it quickly disappears, and you retreat several centimeters back, “You look mad. I apologize if I crossed any lines.”

You’re playing jump rope with my intrigue levels. My hunches have never been wrong, yet you throw everything I thought I knew in the trash without blinking an eye. I can’t figure you out.

You’re bewitching me.

“No, uh— I don’t exactly have any modeling experience,” I immediately change the subject, “You’re sure I could be of use?”

“You don’t need any,” you explain, and your smile returns as quickly as it has left, “I don’t want you to strike poses for me.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

“I’ll show you still frames and capture your expressions while you look at them.”

Who does that? Who thinks of something like that? How the fuck does your brain work?

Just… who are you?

“That’s interesting,” I acknowledge, “but I’ll only agree if we alleviate the payment issue. I’d like to volunteer for this.”

“But I can’t just—”

“Then good luck finding a model for your project.”

I get up to leave, and you immediately panic. You can’t call my bluff. Look at us, already doing back-and-forths like a couple of several years that can read each other like an open book. I like this dynamic that we got going on.

“FINE! Fine, no cash. Just—” you call out from behind me, “At least let me pay you in some other way.”

I turn around. Your words are hilariously reminiscent of some cheesy porn line, and it makes me smile at you knowingly. Your gaze turns many shades darker as if to threaten me with instant death.

“Some way that’s not going to cause me to disfigure your pretty face for good,” you deadpan through your teeth.

I’m so entertained I burst out laughing. For your information, I don’t laugh easily.

“Well, I like coffee,” I tip you off to make your job easier.

“That I can do,” you affirmatively nod and stand up, “Do you own a vehicle, or do we take the bus?”

Of course I own a vehicle. I can be your personal driver from this moment on. All you gotta do is ask.

“What’s your name?” you ask me while putting on your seatbelt.

“Do you always ask for people’s names after you get in a car with them?”

“Mostly,” you confirm. You’re not even slightly flustered.

I like that.

“It’s Hyunjin,” I divulge a piece of information not many people are privy to.

“What do you do?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” I interject, “If you ask me a question, you’re obligated to answer one in return.”

Your hand dives into your messenger bag. You pull out a card and put it on the dashboard.

“Here you have my name, my studio address, my socials, my website, and my work number. I think this buys me five questions.”

You negotiate well. I can’t really refute that.

This is pretty well-made for a business card. It looks more like an invitation. I quickly go over the information printed in red letters on a black surface and enter the short address on there in the navigation search bar. Ruby St, 3.

“Fair enough,” I finally start the car and pull the handbrake down, “What would you like to know?”

You want to know what I do for a living. You want to know where I’m from. You want to know how long I’ve lived here. Whether I have any pets or not. And my favorite color for some reason. I pose the same questions back at you, but I ask for your favorite season instead. You say it’s summer. You hate the blues of fall, the cold of the winter, and the unpredictability of spring. The more you talk, the more something swells in my chest. Your voice is the most soothing thing in the world, and a piece of me melts every time you chuckle. I have trouble breathing, but it’s not exactly unpleasant.

I will never forget this moment.

We arrive at your studio after a short drive. As you’re leaving the car, I press the star icon next to the location pin on my navigation screen. I feel like I might visit this place every once in a while, not necessarily when you’re here.

I think I wanna get to you.

I think I wanna be with you.

It’s been months since the best day of my life. I’ve never stopped thinking about you.

I still keep the gift card you got from the coffee place right next to your studio. I’m never going to use it. It’s a very prized possession of mine.

I should have asked for your autograph on it.

In the subsequent days, I came very close to picking up the phone and calling you, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Not yet. It’s not the time. I need to be deserving of it first.

My hunch was at least partially right. A 101-level research on you has shown me you were indeed a professional photographer. I’ve been following your exhibitions meticulously ever since. You always pour nothing less than a thousand percent in what you do. Simply subjecting your work to my gaze is a fucking religious experience.

I’ve dedicated a space for you at my place. This is where I frame and hang the photographs I buy from your exhibitions. I’m trying to keep a low profile here, so I can’t let you know that it’s me every single time. I hope you’re not mad at me for keeping my anonymity. I also hope you don’t mind that I enlarge these photos five times their original size. This way I can admire them from wherever I am in the house.

The one photo that didn’t make it to my shrine is the first picture you’ve taken of me. It’s on the wall right across my bed. The first thing I look at in the morning and the last thing I look at before I sleep, hoping you’ll visit me in my dreams.

It’s a picture of me, yes, but it’s still your sight. I’m obviously pretending I don’t acknowledge your existence, yet you see right through me. I don’t want to be found, yet you easily find me. I remember the gut-wrenching blues of that day clearly and how it disappeared as we were driving through the rain together.

It still disappears every time I think of you, and I think of you a lot.

Sometimes I just lay on my bed and examine the details of the photo. The blurry background. My dry skin. The way the wind blows through my hair. I’ve seen all your commercial work—you don’t shoot everybody this intimately. This is how you see me. You’ve captured something so twisted this beautifully. It moves me. It makes me want to cry.

It turns me on so bad.

I’ve touched myself a concerning number of times looking at this picture just because this is how you see me.

This is how you see me. This is how you see me. This is how you see me.

I crave some questionable things as much as the next man, but post-nut clarity never hits me. I don’t feel ashamed. I will do this again.

I’ve told you I resolved to earn my right to be in your presence again, and that’s exactly what I’m dedicating all my time to. I’m pretty close to earning a master’s degree. Pretty soon, I’ll be able to introduce myself as Hwang Hyunjin, M.Y.

Master of You.

I know the title is preposterous, but I’m not the one who came up with the name, so please don’t be mad at me. I wouldn’t dare even suggest something like that. If that’s something you’re into, we can always negotiate. I can never say no to you.

I already know so much that you would be proud of me. It took a lot of hard work, though. I owe it to my strict routine.

I make a pot of coffee first in the morning, then head to my office. There is a corkboard right to the left side of my desk. It has my daily checklist with your business card attached at the very top. It’s kinda reminiscent of how high school students use a picture of the university they want to go to as a motivator. Isn’t that cute?

The first item on my list: going through your devices to get myself up to date.

I know what this looks like, but I’m not stalking you. I just wanna know you to the best of my ability and alleviate any potential dangers you might not be aware of since it was ridiculously easy to hack into your computer. Think of me as your personal antivirus. I would never use the information I have for malicious purposes. I love you too much for that.

In my defense, you’re the one that started it. I don’t remember you asking for my permission to take a picture of me. If anything, I’m just getting even.

Your life is pretty busy. It reminds me of my earlier years as an entrepreneur. You go from shoot to shoot, discuss business with media outlets, and meet your friends every once in a while. It’s not that I’m insecure or anything, but thank fuck no dating prospects in sight. At this point in my life, I really don’t wish to deal with mundane things like getting rid of a dead body. My time is too valuable to casually waste like that. You don’t seem to have an interest in the hook-up scene anyway. No dating apps, no suspicious calls or texts, not even flirtatious DMs. The sex toys you frequently purchase got you covered, huh? You must have quite the collection going on by now.

That’s my self-sufficient girl.

During my intensive studies, I did discover something that’s really intriguing, though.

You watch a lot of porn, especially during certain hours of the night, and your taste is very eclectic. Your liked videos all feature ample pussy eating footage, but that’s not the intriguing part. It’s how the common denominator of your search history is this pornstar you seem to be very into. He doesn’t have that typical monstrous performer build. More of a slender frame with a tall posture. Small face, full lips, and long fingers.

The guy legitimately looks like me, only with longer hair.

Is that what it is? Are you thinking about me when you masturbate? Are you imagining it’s me making you cum?

If you only fucking knew the things I’d be willing to do for you… To you. On you. Next to you. Just thinking about it gets me going.

You have to understand, I know this is private, but my heart is in the right place. I’m only going through your porn history to train myself so I can become the perfect lover for you. You won’t need anything else when you have me. I can cater to your every whim no matter how outrageous it sounds to you. With enthusiasm you’ve never seen before. I promise.

The second item on my list: going through your socials to plan the rest of my day.

Besides your work-related announcements, you have this habit of posting behind-the-scenes pictures of your shoots as well as little details from your everyday life. People passing by, a stray cat on the street, the food you eat… I won’t say anything for now, but once we get together, I’m going to need you to stop sharing the location of everywhere you go on public accounts like this. You never know what kind of a maniac might be after you. Thankfully, I’m always somewhere nearby to keep an eye on you. I won’t let anything happen to a strand of your hair.

You’ve posted a video today where you’re announcing your upcoming visit to Cannes in May for a fashion show. You look very excited. A quick search tells me this is a Versace event. I was due for a call to my old friend anyway. I’ll probably receive an invitation three sentences in.

I grew my hair out, by the way. I get a lot of compliments for it. It’s all thanks to you. I hope you’ll also like it when you see me.

Cannes, huh? Sounds very romantic.

I can’t think of a better place than the French Riviera to finally experience you again.

“Château de la what des what now?”

“Le Château de la Croix des Gardes,” some guy next to you informs you, “You don’t need to memorize it. The driver is going to take you there.”

I’m going to give him a pass this once since he looks way too old and grouchy to be putting the moves on you. I’ll still keep an eye on him, though. Just in case.

Everything has culminated to this very evening. I watch you leave the lobby and get into a stretch limousine waiting right out front. Shortly after, I follow the same steps as yours to spot the black Cadillac waiting for me. My eyes do not leave the Black Mamba of a vehicle we’re tailing the whole way to the venue. After a 45-minute drive, we arrive almost back-to-back. It’s been such a long time since I was in a crowded gathering like this. It’s slightly uncomfortable, but it doesn’t matter.

Anything for you.

The grounds are beautiful, but not even one-tenth as beautiful as you. You’re not wearing a dress like most of these people here. It’s a suit that flatters everything about you perfectly. It makes you stand out. You take my breath away. Versace looks great on you, but you know where it would look better?

On the floor.

I can’t wait for you to take it off of me.

I don’t know anyone, nor do I want to, so I occupy myself with admiring the artwork around. The paintings look dated. I know this mansion has been around for a while. Maybe the previous owners commissioned these. Maybe they were artists themselves, who knows?

We should get married here.

I get so lost in the details of the blue-ridden piece that my heart almost gives out when I hear a familiar voice right next to me.

“I don’t mean to overstep, but you might wanna lose the ring.”

You have got to be fucking kidding me!

I didn’t even think we would cross paths until the afterparty, but you found me. You always easily find me even when I don’t want to be found. Your eyes are sparkling. You’re beaming.

Oh, you’ve missed me, too, haven’t you? I can tell. It takes every single one of my neurons to refrain from wrapping you in a tight embrace right now. My heart is beating so fast. I want to kiss you. I want to tell you how much I love you, but…

I can’t. It’s still not the time.

“Excuse me?” I feign confusion instead.

“It’s a Ralph Lauren,” you point at my left hand, “That’s like attending a Capulet ball with a Montague crest.”

So you’re telling me you were able to tell the fucking brand of the ring I was wearing from that far. You should know, foreplay turns me on like nothing else.

“Well, in that case, thank you for saving me from my untimely demise,” I reciprocate your smile and put the ring in my pocket.

Are you still fascinated by my eyes? Can you tell what they are screaming at you?

Your face is changing. It’s sinking in. Your smile gets bigger, but it isn’t exactly wholesome. Something flutters in my chest.

“I remember you,” you squint your eyes, “Hyunjin, right?”

“In the flesh,” I confirm, then proceed to utter the words that cause me great pain, “I’m sorry. Have we met?”

You look disappointed. Oh, baby, please don’t be sad. I don’t enjoy doing this at all, but it’s necessary. I’m in the middle of an active fight with all my urges right now, and I’m a faint breeze away from punching myself in the face really hard for making you feel this way.

“It was a long time ago. I’d be surprised if you remembered,” you shake your head and try to veil your letdown, “I asked you to participate in a photography project of mine last fall. We went to my studio in your car?”

“Oh, right! You gave me a gift card afterwards.”

“I also gave you my card actually,” you cross your arms over your chest, “I was hoping you’d call.”

I forget every single word I know. I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I’m usually a very eloquent guy, but I can’t even form coherent sentences with a basic structure.

I feel like a complete idiot.

“I–I wasn’t sure if… if you were… if you would be… I mean… Someone else…”

“If you asked, you would know I was single. I still am by the way,” you smile in contempt, then touch my arm before you leave, “Enjoy the show.”

I can’t even reply with a simple ‘You, too’. I’m that gone.

All this time. Every morning I woke up thinking about you, every day I spent thinking about you, every night I went to bed thinking about you, were you also—?

There is nothing that can come between us anymore.

Yes, I might have pulled some strings to get this exact seat right across yours, but I don’t have to be subtle about my intentions anymore. Our eyes meet as I sit down. You look pleased. The event officially starts, but I’m not the only one who finds it so damn hard to keep focused on the show. You’re eating me alive with your gaze alone. You’re ripping me to shreds. We’re literally eyefucking each other through the whole thing. I’ve never been this hard in my life, and hope to fucking god you’re just as wet for me.

I barely avoid cumming untouched when the show finally ends. It feels like two lifetimes have passed, but I at least have some breathing room to recollect myself now. I don’t even wait for the afterparty announcement to finish before I start walking towards you. Who gives a shit? This is our night from this moment on.

“Do you wanna share a ride to the club?” you ask me before I can even open my mouth, “I came in a limo that has shitloads of champagne in it.”

Not that I don’t enjoy the prospect of sipping champagne with you, but you could have arrived on foot, and I would have carried you on my back.

“With pleasure,” I finally dare to place a kiss on your hand. You like the gesture.

I’ll be doing a lot of things you will like later tonight.

I tell my driver to leave, and we settle in the car momentarily. The amount of empty space inside briefly scares me, but much to my contentment, you sit right next to me. I pour champagne for both of us, and all of a sudden this feels like a date night. As if I just brought you here for a little escapade. Just the two of us. Being frugal as fuck with sleep just so we can fuck each other for a little longer.

I’ve never touched you before, but I miss you already.

“I swear to fucking god, this is liquid art,” your face contorts in delight.

“Dare I say high art actually,” I concur, “Didn’t know it was possible to distill pleasure into drinkable form.”

You enjoy my response. Your body turns towards me, and you rest your head in your palm.

“Tell me about some of the things you find the most pleasurable.”

I take a moment to think as if my answer holds grave importance even though I have them ready to go at a moment’s notice.

“Iodine smell, good food, the sound a palette knife makes, foxed pages in a book,” I list some of my favorite things, then look deep into your eyes, “the taste of someone I desire on my tongue…”

“You already said good food,” you quip, and it elicits a heartfelt laughter from me.

For your information, I don’t laugh easily.

“Are you trying to charm your way into getting me to buy you drinks?” I ask a question I think is rhetorical, yet your answer obliterates me.

“No, I’m just trying to fuck you.”

Bold as fuck. That’s one of the things I love about you. You just don’t give a shit, and what you want, you get. You never have to try with me. Just ask, and everything’s yours.

“Well, in that case, can I ask which hotel you’re staying at?” I pose a definitely rhetorical question this time.

“Hyatt Regency.”

“Oh, hi, neighbor!” I feign satisfaction with the answer I’ve received.

You giggle and effectively turn me into a puddle on this seat. I’m about to combust.

“Which floor?” you inquire this time.

“Penthouse.”

“I’ve always wondered what a penthouse room looks like.”

“Then how about I give you a tour?”

“How about we have a private afterparty of our own?”

You’re a demon. You know exactly what you’re doing to me, and you’re taking this sick sadistic pleasure out of it.

“What did you have in mind?” I keep my poise to the best of my ability.

“Can we change our route back to the hotel?” you suddenly call out to the driver, “And roll up the partition, please.”

You don’t fuck around. Straight to the point. The partition closes completely, and your fingers caress the back of my head.

“A ponytail with an undercut” you observe, “I really like your hair.”

“Thank you,” I politely nod, “It’s very convenient to pull when the fancy strikes, by the way. Do what you want with this information.”

“Oh, is it?”

Before I can register what’s going on, you yank on my hair so hard my neck gets exposed. You’re looking at me no less than a vampire covered in bloodlust. A rush of excitement courses through my veins. You come closer to me, and I feel your breath on my skin.

“If you don’t stop me right now…”

Why would I? Why would I ever want to do that when I’ve been dreaming of this exact moment since forever?

“Risk it all,” I softly whisper to you.

At long last, you press your lips on my neck, and I fucking die. It’s everything I’ve ever imagined and then some. You find your way to my lips, and I’m on the brink of inhaling you whole. You’re perfect. Your kisses are perfect. Everything about you screams Hyunjin.

I want to touch you more. I want to feel you. I want to taste every single inch of you. I can’t take this anymore.

My hand slides up your inner thighs and stops between your legs. The heat that exudes from you is no joke. I caress you over your slacks, but you’re grinding against me. You want more. A part of me wants to be a slave to you, but there is also this tiny part of me that wants to hear you beg. I kiss your lips raw while you stroke me, and I almost slip my hand inside your pants when we arrive at our destination.

The car stops and I don’t even notice it until you grab me by the hand and drag me out. We barely make it to the elevator with hurried steps, and as soon as those doors close, your lips are on mine again. I’m trying so hard to pace myself, but you make it fucking impossible. My lust for you consumes me. I’m yours. However you want me.

The second we step foot into the room, we start stripping each other like a choreographed routine. Like we’re used to this, and this is just another night we’re about to ravage each other again. All the Versace goes on the floor. You don’t let me take control, and I find myself on my back against the cold mattress. I’m so turned on you can clearly see the drops of precum trickling down my length. You’re taking position to blow me, but this is not what I want your first contact to be.

“Just kiss me here,” I wrap my hand around myself, “I like that better.”

The sudden change in pace surprises you a little bit, I can tell, but you’re smiling at me. It’s softer this time around. The softest one you’ve ever flashed me. You remove my hand and replace it with yours, then you kiss me. With no rush. You kiss me again. I throb under your touch. You kiss me one more time. You’re a fucking goddess between my legs. Watching you kiss my cock with so much affection makes me lose my entire mind. I love you. I run my fingers through your hair to tell you how much I love you. I’m begging you to hear me.

God, you are so beautiful. You drive me so crazy.

I don’t want to cum. I don’t want this feeling to end. I want all the forevers with you.

“Stop!” I halt your movements before you can take me in your mouth, “Not yet.”

I pull you up to kiss you again, then we trade places. This is where I show you I’ve done all my homework.

“Do you mind?” I meet your gaze, “I didn’t eat this evening.”

You’re so fucking cute, it makes me wanna die. Your eyes are huge, looking at me with so much anticipation. You’re trying to brace yourself maybe. Maybe it’s something else. In my heart of hearts, I’ve always known your flavor is bespoke to me. The only thing left to do right now is to fulfill my destiny. I do nothing more than kiss your pussy, but even that much gets you moaning in delight for me.

Wait till I show you what I have in store for you.

I wrap my lips around your clit and start sucking on you while my tongue swirls around you. You taste fucking amazing, but it’s not enough. I have to suck your soul out of you if I want to call myself your man.

I spread your lips a bit more and lick a long drag starting from your entrance. Your taste is the most intense here. I smear your slick around your folds, then fixate on your soaking hole, slurping on it disgracefully to swallow your every drop. You’re not allowed to drip on these sheets. Everything that comes out of you goes into me. End of discussion.

“Hyunjin… Fuck, please!”

It makes my fucking cock twitch when you beg like that for me. My name has never sounded better. It was meant to be pronounced by you all along. Yes. Yes to everything you want. I’m right here, just use me however you wish. Take what you need from me.

I keep licking your cunt drenched with us while you guide my head in a rhythm of your liking. Your moans are climbing louder, and you press my face deeper into your pussy. I can feel how much you’re throbbing. You’re close. Your clit is melting on my tongue. I close my mouth over you completely and lap at your clit as fast as I can, and once I start moaning into you, you cum so violently that you practically scream my name. I don’t let you go even when you feel too sensitive. I kiss your pussy. I kiss your thighs. I kiss your crotch.

Then I get on my knees and give myself a few pumps till I’m fully hard. When my tip presses against you, it feels so wet that I need to fucking calm myself to prevent an accident. You’ve somewhat gathered your wits again. You’re looking at my cock, then at my face, and I can read how hungry you are from your lips. You’re swiping your tongue on them.

I’m staring into your eyes. You’re staring into mine. We don’t break eye contact. I eventually muster enough courage to push inside, and when my cock slides into you, we both gasp. I haven’t even bottomed out yet, but you clench so hard around me. I push a bit more. A bit more. Then a bit more. I finally hit a dead end. Now that I know how deep is your deep end…

I can finally decimate you.

“FUCK!!!”

You… are… gonna… kill me with this.

It’s fucking heaven inside you. Indescribable ecstasy. None of my fantasies came- even close to this. You’re so wet, I fear I’m going to pierce right through you with how hard I’m fucking you. You’re slowly losing the ability to properly speak. All that comes out of your mouth is either sounds of intense pleasure or profanities. Listen. Just listen to how obscene we sound. The squelch of your pussy every time I thrust into you, euphoric moans, skin against skin, cussing, grunting, us loudly declaring how much we want each other…

This is what bliss is. I’ve never known happiness before I touched you.

“Faster! I’m– I’m cumming!”

I run to your finish line as fast as I can. Your whole body convulses, and you arch into me. I hold you close as you ride your high and finally let myself go. My orgasm hits me so hard that my head hurts, and it feels like I’m unloading years’ worth of cum inside you. Yes, I secretly wish it holds. Yes, I secretly hope your birth control fails if you’re on one. Yes, I want you to carry my child. Would that really be the worst thing? I wrap you in my embrace and kiss all over your face while I’m trying to come down. This might take a while.

Look at you. So beautiful. So satisfied. Pulsating around me. Glowing. Happy. I can make you this happy every day.

Just let me.

You feel so right in my arms. You fit in my chest perfectly. The amount of euphoria running in my veins is lethal. Even closing my eyes doesn’t help. My head spins, but I don’t care. I don’t mind having motion sickness every time I make love to you. I exist to make you happy.

“Did I scare you?” you ask me out of nowhere.

It confuses me.

I open my eyes and turn to the source of the voice, currently holding a camera with a telescopic lens. Jeans. Leather jacket. Black nail polish. Silver rings. A pseudo-apologetic smile. You.

I don’t know why, but my whole body shivers.

“Hello?” you press for an answer when I can’t produce one.

“Sorry,” I shake my head and come back to reality, “I tend to zone out a lot.”

Your smile gets bigger, but it isn’t exactly wholesome. Something flutters in my chest. The feeling is more reminiscent of being in the presence of something that I know will end me.

I’ve never been more ready to die.

#highly recommended #skz recs #skz fics #skz smut #hyunjin x reader

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myangelhaven · 3 months ago

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“What didn’t you do to Y/N.” Jisung said in a playful tone, wiggling his eyebrows

Wait it was so cute 🥺 I love a drunk confession cuz that's the liquid courage helping you out. such a short and sweet read I enjoyed it!

Can i request University!au changbin scenario? the boys and you are drinking he got drunk and confess to you. Next day he didn't remember and the boys tease him about it 🤣 next day he come to find you at University but you are nowhere to find he taught you are avoiding him but when he found you he discover the you said you answer him that night that you like him back :))))))))

A/N: Stop this is the cutest idea ever! I just know that Changbin would not settle for sorting this out over text, he would search everywhere for you to figure out if you felt the same or to try and clear the air. Changbin is the biggest sweetheart no arguments! Sorry it's taken so long and I hope you enjoy! 💕

Forget Me Not ~ Changbin

Pairing: Changbin x reader (gender not specified)

Content Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, hangover and party scenes, mentions of food, small angst around potential feelings not being reciprocated, the softest of cursing (Let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 2.1K

Changbin rubbed the sleep away from his eyes and groaned as he felt a heavy thumping grow behind them.

As Changbin opened his eyes, he physically flinched away from the sunlight that was now beaming through the living room window next to where he was lying down on a mattress on the floor.

He had consumed way past his limit last night, which he was beginning to regret now that his head felt like it had been replaced with three bricks.

Changbin rolled over on the mattress he was lying on to see Seungmin on another mattress next to his. Seungmin was lying on his back staring up at his phone which he held in his hands, that were propped up in front of his face.

Changbin groaned again as a sudden flashback from the beginning of last night where himself and Seungmin were playing beer pong together, flashed behind his eyes before disappearing and refusing to give forth any more information.

Hearing Changbin groan for a second time, Seungmin turned his head to look at the older boy next to him, a smirk crossed his face as he took in the confused and exhausted expression of his friend.

“Morning cupcake.” The younger boy teased rolling to face Changbin who appeared more entertaining now than his phone, “I’d ask if you had sweet dreams, but I already know you did.”

Changbin winced when he attempted to open his eyes more and instead decided to place his forearm over his eyes to block out the sunlight that filtered in through the living room window behind Seungmin.

“What?” Changbin asked still dazed, he was still trying to process the piece of memory he had received from his flashback let alone even try to process the words Seungmin spoke to him.

Seungmin let out a laugh causing another groan from Changbin who moved his forearm from his eyes to cover his ears. This was probably one of the worst hangovers Changbin had ever experienced.

“You really did drink a lot, so I’m not surprised you’re this hangover.” Changbin didn’t need to have his eyes open to know there was a wide puppy-like smile spread across Seungmin’s face finding his friend’s previous actions the night before entertaining.

“Why the hell did I drink so much.” Changbin grumbled out quietly and barely audible, but his friend managed to pick up on the words he spoke.

Seungmin’s eyebrows drew together, “Wait…do you remember anything from last night?” he asked, Seungmin’s voice suddenly sounding concerned, smile abandoned from his lips.

Changbin groaned again, reaching behind him to grab his pillow and throw it in Seungmin’s direction, “not so loud.”

“Dude. What do you remember about last night?” Seungmin asked sternly, but abided by Changbin’s request and kept his volume low.

Changbin seized his movement to gape at Seungmin. What had he done last night that had Seungmin so concerned about him not remembering it?

“What did I do?” Changbin whined falling forward onto the comforter that was draped on top of him, folding his body in half. Without even hearing Seungmin’s response, Changbin hid his face in the softness of the banket, hiding away from the world.

Seungmin let out a chuckle at Changbin’s response, “You really don’t remember?” concern had left Seungmin’s tone, and it was replaced with hints of his usual teasing nature.

“How many times you gonna ask me that, before you just spit out what I did?” Changbin complained groaning louder now into the blanket that was pressed against his face.

Changbin’s head was still aching, but the world around him had stopped spinning and his eyes began to adjust to the brightness of the sunlight as he pulled away from the blanket to sit back upright on the mattress.

“You know your friend Y/N, you know the one you have a massive crush on?” Seungmin smirked at Changbin playfully, standing from his position to stretch his arms above his head.

Changbin’s eyes went wide, he felt his heart begin to race and he felt the colour from his cheeks disperse at the sound of your name out of Seungmin’s mouth.

Panic took over as Changbin realised he had no recollection of even seeing you last night, let alone interacting with you or speaking with you.

“What the hell did I do to Y/N, Seungmin?” Changbin demanded answers, ignoring the pain in his head and turning his attention to his friend.

“What didn’t you do to Y/N.” Jisung said in a playful tone, wiggling his eyebrows over the bowl of cereal he was devouring from the doorway and making his presence known.

“This is not funny. Tell me what happened.” Changbin’s stern voice boomed out causing the boys to freeze in their place, shocked at the sudden demeanour shift in Changbin.

Jisung’s smug expression evaporated from his features instantly at Changbin’s tone and Seungmin exchanged a worried glance with Jisung.

“Chill dude, you just told Y/N how you feel.” Jisung shrugged before exiting the room, no doubt to spread the news to the other boys that Changbin had woken up not remembering anything.

Changbin felt every single muscle in his body strain, tensing up as he froze in place. They must be joking. There is no way that Changbin could have told you how he felt, he had been hiding his feelings for the better part of two years now.

You were Changbin’s best friend, you had always done everything together, even following each other to the same university after you both graduated from the same high school.

You were partners in crime, always seen together. You told him all your secrets; you could rely on him for anything, and you had countless stories to tell on some of the adventures you two had.

Two years ago, it was your last year in high school and Changbin had asked you to prom as a friend. What Changbin wasn’t expecting was for you to appear at the top of your parent’s staircase looking like an ethereal being ascending from the heavens. That moment, was like Changbin had seen you for the first time all over again and he realised the feelings that he had for you, weren’t just a friendship-based feelings. He liked you. He loved you, and there was no one else that could take the place you held in his heart.

Changbin however was too scared of losing you. You both had been friends since childhood and as much as being able to call you his was something he wanted very much, he couldn’t risk losing you or hearing that you didn’t feel the same way.

As he sat there staring at the wall in disbelief at Jisung’s words, he tried to search the depths of his memories for any recollection of what happened last night, but all that appeared was that stupid game of beer pong.

“What time is it?” Changbin suddenly asked as he snapped himself from his thoughts, turning his attention back to Seungmin who was gathering his things around the living room.

Seungmin reached into his back pocket pulling out his phone, “10:24am.”

Changbin quickly sprung to his feet, ignoring the pain still throbbing behind his eyes and hurriedly begun locating his belongs into his pockets before running to the door.

Changbin knew your schedule like the back of his hand, you should be stopping in at your favourite on-campus café to get your usual order of a strawberry and blueberry smoothie to sip on while you got some study done in between classes.

He ran out of Chan’s dorm where the dorm party was held last night, throwing his shirt over his head and almost dropping his phone in his rush while trying to call you.

He rang, once, twice and then three times and you hadn’t picked up any of the phone calls. Changbin was now around the corner from the café you frequented, and he didn’t even know what he was going to say once he saw you.

Panic sunk in when Changbin found himself in front of your favourite café. What if he had ruined your friendship last night and he didn’t even remember it? Maybe he could feign that it was the alcohol talking and he didn’t mean what he had said or perhaps he could say it was a dare given to him by Hyunjin or Jisung.

Changbin walked into the café and surveyed his surroundings. You weren’t at the order counter, or the pickup counter. He glanced over to the booths; you weren’t sitting where you normally sat. He turned to look out the far window and you weren’t even sitting on one of the outside tables.

It was rare you weren’t here, especially after a dorm party as it was your go to place to get hungover food if you decided you didn’t want to go to classes. He was so sure you’d be here, that he found himself spinning retracing where his eyes had just scanned, convinced he must have accidentally skipped over you with his eyes.

Sighing Changbin accepted the fact you weren’t here and turned to leave the café. Maybe you were avoiding him and he had messed everything up.

Just as Changbin was thinking over whether it was a good idea to stop in at your dorm and check if you were there, your melodic sweet-sounding voice filled his ears and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, sending goosebumps racing out over his skin.

“Binnie! I’m surprised to see you up and about.” You called to Changbin as you approached him.

There you were, in all your glory, looking as perfect as ever as you skipped over to Changbin.

“Hey…” Changbin stuttered as you threw your arms around him bringing him into a tight and warm hug. He hesitated, but eventually wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you in tighter against his chest, feeling your heartbeat against his own.

At the feel of Changbin’s arms around you, you felt yourself relax into his hold and you turned your head to press a soft kiss into his cheek adoringly.

You felt Changbin tense immediately as soon as he registered your lips against his cheek. You pulled away from him confusion clear as day across your face while you studied his wide eyes and shocked expression.

“Bin? What’s wrong?” You asked worried that maybe he was regretting what he had said to you last night and you had taken it too far by giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“I…last night…” It was like Changbin had forgotten how to function as his mouth opened, then reclosed unsure of what to say.

“Last night…” You tried to follow along nodding and trying to encourage him to talk.

“I told you…” Changbin went to continue but stopped himself and withdrew his hands from where they held your waist.

“You told me you have feelings for me, yes?” You finished for him raising your eyebrow in a questioning glance, still confused at the point Changbin was trying to make.

“And you…” Changbin trailed off again, this time he looked away from you as a blush crept across his cheeks and he shuffled in place uncomfortably.

Watching his actions, it finally hit you, the memory of how drunk Changbin was last night. His slurring confession of his love for you- that you knew he wouldn’t have confessed to if he was sober- and the way he had passed out as soon as you kissed when you admitted to feeling the exact same way he did, all suddenly made sense.

“You don’t remember what happened last night do you?” You asked him, amusement clear in your tone as you took a step towards him.

Changbin hung his head in shame, too embarrassed over the fact he couldn’t remember confessing his feelings for you to realise your happiness in the situation.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t remember anything past playing beer pong with Seungmin.” He admitted with a low voice refusing to meet your gaze.

You let a giggle slip causing Changbin to flick his gaze up at you, he really didn’t remember anything.

“Here, let me remind you.” You smirked grabbing at his hand, pulling him back into you and pushing your lips against his.

Instant butterflies erupted as his shock caught up with reality and his lips moved against yours in a passionate and slow kiss that made your knees weak, something that probably shouldn’t be happening in the middle of a busy sidewalk.

As you pulled away, he reached up to cup your cheek, his eyes still holding a sense of confusion. You gave him a small, sweet smile as you let your tongue slip out and lick over your bottom lip, savouring the taste of him.

“For the record Binnie, I love you too.”

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myangelhaven · 3 months ago

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“Mr. Lee,” you softly smiled when you called him that. “Fuck, I think my cock just twitched when you called me that,”

Goodbye its so minho to teach jisung something. But guys this was so hot I actually think im gonna melt 😫 holy shit man I want more!!

101.

Lee Know x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Knowing that his best friend just got a new girlfriend, Lee Know feels the need to teach him how to properly ‘touch’ his girlfriend with a help from you. (2,3k words)

“Oh, honey, you come right on time,” Minho exclaimed the second he spotted you coming.

You were surprised he brought Han along to your place and did not mention it in his text message.

“Hey,” Han beamed at you, he was sitting on the round seat across the sofa Minho sat on.

“Hey,” you greeted back.

“Come here,” Minho held out his hand at you, and you took it without a doubt.

You were about to sit next to him on the sofa, but he pulled you onto his lap instead and didn’t waste time putting his hands around you for a tight hug.

“Honey, Han just got a girlfriend,” he informed you, his chin pressed on your shoulder blade as he spoke.

“Oh! Congrats, Han!” You told him.

He shyly nodded and laughed at you, “it’s not a big deal, really,” he awkwardly replied.

Minho hissed, “It’s a big deal because you never had a girlfriend before.”

“Like never, ever?” You asked, slightly shocked at the revelation of his personal life.

He shook his head, reclining on his seat.

“It’s nothing to be shame about, Han,” you said, trying to console him.

“And that is why I brought him here,” Minho told you, close enough that his lips grazing your ear.

“I’m going to teach him how to give his girlfriend a proper ‘touch’,” he added.

You turned your head at him, didn’t quite catch up on what he tried to say.

He raised both eyebrows at you, and you shot Han a puzzled look and then looked back at Minho, “So?”

“That’s why I need you,” Minho explained, “because I couldn’t give him an example on how to finger a girl on someone else but you,”

You scoffed, “Am I some kind of sex dummy now?”

He gave a flippant nod.

You already got used to his brazen attitude and all these unexpected ideas he always seemed to be having in his head, but that was the reason why your relationship never lacked excitement.

Well, it was better than if he did it on another girl than you, “okay, let’s see what kind of teacher you are!” You told him with a smirk.

Minho pressed a quick peck on the lips, “I know you would always be supportive of me,” he said to you.

“Okay, now class began!” He announced, and Han snapped his head in your direction, “now pay close attention!” He commanded.

“Han, please don’t mind me. I’m just a mere sex dummy,” you added.

“That’s right,” Minho added, “Honey is so clever,” he praised you, placing another kiss that was meant on your lips but landed on the corner of your mouth instead.

“Okay now, the first thing you have to do when you meet your girlfriend asks about her day,” Minho delivered his instructions in a rather serious manner, “you can’t just dive into action cause you have to find out what kind of mood she’s in that very moment,”

Minho gave an example of his first instructions, “Honey, how is your day?”

“Good, just a bit tired,” you earnestly replied.

“How many times have you thought of me naked today?” He asked in such coy.

You chuckled at the unexpected question, “three times so far,” you jokingly answered.

“And it’s only 7 pm,” he said, shaking his head, “my poor honey,” he cooed.

Han quietly chuckled across from you.

“That means she’s pretty needy for me, and that’s good,” he told Han.

“But Hyung, I can’t just ask my girlfriend that kind of lewd question out of the blue,” Han said, half-laughing.

“Well, if you’re not in that level yet you can move on to the next tip,” he said, “you praise her!”

You nodded along with Minho at Han.

Minho didn’t shy away from giving you random compliments at random times, and it was either gave you good laughs or butterflies in your stomach and sometimes both.

He gave another example, “Like today, my girlfriend wears such nice sweater, so I would tell her, 'honey, that’s a nice sweater!’,” he projected another one of his tips.

Han was taking his instruction seriously this time.

“Oh thanks,” you muttered to him.

Minho squinted his eyes, “but it looks ugly on you,” he added and you jerked your head back in confusion, “I think it’s better if you take it off,” he finished his sentence.

You laughed when you found out his true intention, “If you said it looks ugly on me then I have to take it off,” you said, playing along with him.

He helped you take off your sweater and carefully got it over your head and fixed your hair after.

Han looked away the moment he noticed you were wearing no bra underneath and just a silk camisole.

Minho clicked his tongue, “honey, as much as I love having easy access to your tits doesn’t mean I like it when everyone could see it,” he nagged you while his hands slowly made their way to cup your breasts against the thin fabric of your camisole.

He hummed as his fingers slowly circling your hardening buds and for a moment, forgot he was in the middle of teaching a lesson.

Han cleared his throat, and that was enough to get Minho’s attention back.

“Second tip: praises!” Minho reminded, with hands endlessly touching and pinching your breasts against the fabric.

“Move on to the third,” he stopped fondling your breasts to continue speaking, “Find her sensitive spots!”

Minho gathered your hair into his hand and flipped it to one side of your shoulder, “my honey sensitive spot is here,” he pointed to that sweet spot on the back of your ear.

You let out a low gasp when he placed a tender kiss. He didn’t waste time to move on to the next spot, “both of her nipples are sensitive.”

Minho told Han in such casual manner like he wasn’t pulling your camisole down right now sending your breast spilling out, “but her left one is the most sensitive one,” he further explained, he licked two fingers then rubbed it on your nipple.

You gasped at his slick saliva mixed with the roughness of his finger pads circling your nipples, once in a while pinching and rolling it between his fingers.

He looked at your slacked open jaws as low moans escaped your mouth, “I know you like that, honey,” he murmured, “but you also have another sensitive spot."

He moved his hand to your thigh and went under the back of your knee, “this,” he softly rubbed the skin behind your knee, he smirked because he knew he was right.

Minho knows your body just like the back of his hands, he knew every nook and crook of your body and its sensitive spots even without having you point it, in other words, he got you wrapped around his little finger.

Minho turned his head back at Han, “so far, did you get what I teach you?”

Han blinked a few times, looked so nonplussed as if he just got caught peeping in on you both, “yes,” he stuttered.

“Okay, good, because we’re moving on to the main thing now,” he said with a sly grin, hands slipping under your skirt.

He didn’t wait to land his hand on your sex right away, “already wet for me, huh?” He hummed at you.

You turned your head to meet his and replied to him with a quick peck on the lips instead.

His hands smoothly pulled down your underwear, and you lifted your hips to help him get rid of it.

You watched as Han’s eyes followed your underwear slipped off of you.

Minho pulled your skirt upward, “honey, spread your legs wider,” he ordered.

You obeyed, spread your legs wider on his lap, and you looked at Han who swallowed hard the second he saw your glistening wet cunt.

Minho noticed that Han couldn’t take his eyes off of your throbbing, blushing core, “you may look but you can’t have it,” he said to Han, “this sweet little cunt is mine,” he couldn’t sound more possessive when he said it.

Han quickly looked away, “I know, Hyung,” He meekly replied.

Minho hoisted you higher on his lap, one hand rubbing your inner thigh and the other began running his fingers down your slit, “I’m sure you know the clit right?” He asked Han.

And with that, his fingers started circling on your clit, “start with circling on it,” he instructed, his eyes intently watching your reaction.

Your hands held on his arms, gripping at his firm biceps.

“If she started to enjoy it, you can add pressure on it,” Minho applied gentle pressure on your clit, “and you can add more pressure as you go,” but instead of doing that, he gently slapped your cunt causing you to jolt on his lap.

You gripped his arms hard, your nails dug into his flesh, “honey,” you hissed.

Minho unapologetically smiled at you, “I can’t help it,” he simply answered, “now come, give me a kiss,” he demanded.

You chuckled before leaning into the side and capturing his lips with yours while his hand was still busy stimulating your clit.

“Sorry, she keeps distracting me,” Minho said to Han when he broke the kiss, while you giggled at his lame excuse.

“Next, you can insert your finger,” he looked down over your shoulder as he inserted one finger into your hole, “you stretch her well before you add another finger,” he instructed again, he pulled out his finger then added another digit in next.

You hummed in pleasure as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you, setting up a steady pace.

“You can use your other hand to play with her clit,” Minho used his free hand to rub your clit in a circular motion.

You moaned at the overwhelming pleasures you were feeling at once, your hands clawing on his arms.

“You curled your fingers inside her,” Minho instructed again but he was focusing on you, “and try hitting that spot,” his voice went shaky as you trembled on his lap.

Minho curled his fingers and easily hit your spot, sending your head lolling on his shoulder, moaning out loud.

He groaned, “I like it when she makes pretty noises like that,” he breathlessly said.

At this point, you didn’t even care that there was an extra pair of eyes watching you getting fingered, you shamelessly grinding on his fingers.

“You’re getting close, honey,” he whispered to you as he quickened the pace with all his might, “cum for me,” he placed hasty kisses on your bare shoulder.

You looked down at his fingers knuckle deep inside you, pumping and constantly hitting your spot that eventually took you to your sweet, sweet release. You accidentally shut your legs together with his hand still on your dripping cunt.

“Was it that good?” He asked you, drawing his hand back from you.

You shyly nodded.

Minho swiped your lips with his fingers coated with your arousal, and without his command; you ran your tongue around your lips to taste yourself. Minho watched with his jaws slacked open, then brought his fingers into his mouth and sucked on it.

“I think that’s enough for today’s lesson!” Minho said to Han, who was so immersed in watching the two of you getting it on before his eyes.

Han cleared his throat and kept avoiding your eyes, “Thank you, Hyung, I’ll make sure to put your lesson to a good use,” he added, awkwardly shifting on his seat.

You turned your head to talk to Minho, “That was a good lesson, Mr. Lee,” you praised him.

He was taken aback, by the way, your address him in a new name.

“What did you call me?”

“Mr. Lee,” you softly smiled when you called him that.

“Fuck, I think my cock just twitched when you called me that,” he gripped the back of your neck and crashed his lips on you, kissing you hungrily until there was no air left in your lungs.

“Han, unless you want to watch me fucking her, you may go now,” Minho said, hands holding your body in a tight embrace.

Han looked at you both blank-eyed, when the words finally sank in, he got up from his seat, “no, I’ll leave you guys to it, I’ll,” he paused to gather his things from the table.

“I’ll leave, bye,” he couldn’t leave the room quicker than that.

Minho got you off of his lap and pushed you, laying you down on the sofa.

He lowered himself on top of you, burying his head in your neck and chest, peppering kisses on every inch of skin available for him.

He shortly withdrew himself for you, kneeling between your legs.

“So, what’s the next lesson, Mr. Lee?” You jokingly asked him.

He looked down at you with eyes dark and wide full of lust, his hands reached for the button of his jeans and popped it open, “today’s lesson is how to fuck you good,” he said with a sly smirk plastered on his face.

His words somehow sent a tingle inside, sending you squirming, “I can’t wait to learn a lot from you, Mr. Lee,” with your voice low and sultry.

His breath hitched for every time you called him that, “call me that once again, and I might fuck you real,” he pressed his crotch on you to emphasize the word, “real good, honey,” he finished his words with a heavy sigh.

But instead of feeling scared, you felt a newfound excitement at the way he taunted you with his words.

“Then I’ll be a good student, Mr. Lee,“ then proceeded to spread your legs wide open for him.

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myangelhaven · 3 months ago

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“I want to give you the world, but I can’t.”

“I’m not asking for the world,”

Man 😭 part 2 or else cuz I can't just leave it as an open ending 😭 my heart can't take it. But I get it unfortunately, it's like bittersweet. But I hope they get together one day so they can give each other the world 😔

always

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bang chan x f.reader

loving someone who can’t return your feelings can be heartbreaking.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): angst, friends to ??

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): nonidol au, underground boxer au

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: injuries from fighting, cuts, mentions of blood and stitches, talks about powerful men who want to get leverage on Chan, lots of tears, and angst

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: pg 13

𝐚𝐧: sorry I haven’t posted a skz story in a minute.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

It had been a rough night to say the least. You laid in the same bed with a foot between the two of you. The room was so silent it seemed to leave a ringing sound in the room. Chan wore nothing but his boxers that sat low on his hips. He was laying on his back with his hand holding his side that had a pair of cracked ribs. His breathing was pretty uneven because he was in so much pain. The night had left him stumbling into your apartment with a deep gash on right below his collarbone, that you had to stitch up as he sat at your kitchen table. Unfortunately Chan coming to your apartment beat up wasn’t anything new. This was a side effect to him being an underground boxer.

Biting your bottom lip, you stared at the man who seemed to easily hold your heart in his hands. Luckily, he wasn’t careless with your heart, he was well aware you were in love with him. He went out of his way to make sure you didn’t get hurt, but knew at some point he was going to break your heart without even trying.

Laying on your side you reached your hand out slowly as it shook. You wanted to touch him to pull him close to you, but you knew you shouldn’t do it. He wasn’t your boyfriend, and probably was never going to be. A normal friendship between a boy and a girl normally didn’t involve the boy getting the shit beat out of him and then crawling through your window beaten. Normally the girl wouldn’t have to stitch him up and then beg him to spend the night so you would know he was safe.

His eyes were closed as he attempted to get some sleep, but he wasn’t going to be able to sleep, at least not until you had a very important conversation. You were well aware he wasn’t asleep even with him laying there with his eyes closed.

Your hand reached out a little more so you could touch him, but before you were able to touch him, you pulled your hand away. You needed to tell him that you couldn’t take this anymore, but you were terrified.

“Chan?” Your voice was shaky as you were unsure of if you should even be speaking.

“Yeah?” his eyes opened up as they blankly stared at the ceiling.

“What is going on here?” You whispered as tears continued to slide down your cheek.

“I’m a selfish asshole,” he groaned as his head moved so he was blankly looking in your direction.

“Why did you come to me and not Changbin?” You needed to know if he returned your feelings.

“Because for some reason even though I know I need to leave you alone, I can’t seem to stay away,” he sighed. He knew he was being selfish, that he was well aware of your feelings, and that he should respect them and stay away from you since he couldn’t give you what you truly deserved.

“I don’t want you to stay away, but I need you to know how I actually feel.”

He nodded his head and moved his arm from his stomach where it was resting onto the bed so it was about an inch from your hand.

“Chan I’m in love with you and I hate seeing you get hurt, but what hurts most of all is that I know that no matter how much I actually love you…” you hesitated knowing that no matter what was said right now you were never going to be able to take back anything you said. “I’m never going to be able to actually be with you. You won’t ever feel the same way, and I understand but I just need you to know that it hurts loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way.”

There was a silence between you as Chan was taking in everything you had just said to him. He had known for a while that you were in love with him, and he had even let you know that he couldn’t be with anyone as long as he was illegally fighting. It was too risky to actually be with someone. He made a lot of money fighting and he had made some enemies along the way.

“Okay I regret saying all that,” you mumbled at the fact that he hadn’t even said anything in response.

“Hey,” he reached out and rested his hand on top of yours as he lay still on his back. “Give me a second to take in everything you just said to me. I know that you’re in love with me, and believe me I return the feelings. I have for a long time, but…” he paused knowing that what he was about to say was going to hurt both of you. You attempted to brace yourself for whatever was going to come after the “but”. “I can’t be selfish and put you in harm's way. I love you too, but if someone finds out that I have someone that I love, you would be the first person that people would use to get leverage. Too many powerful men know who I am, and I couldn’t live with myself if you got hurt because of me.” His hand that was resting on top of yours gave it a gentle squeeze.

Everything he had just said to you made your world feel like it was spinning. You knew Chan might have some sort of feelings for you, but you never actually expected him to say that he was in love with you too. As your brain was attempting to process the fact, he said he was in love with you, you were also realizing that it didn’t matter that you were both in love, because you couldn’t be together.

“What happens here then?” You sighed.

“I’m not sure exactly, I should probably give you space,” he moved his hand away from you.

You shook your head to yourself refusing to let him walk away from you right now, “Bang Chan you don’t get to tell me you love me, and then say you should give me space.”

He slowly moved so he was sitting up and you laid next to him still in bed wondering if he was actually getting up to leave. He stood up and groaned as he grabbed his side.

“Are you seriously getting up to leave?” You asked quickly getting out of bed. He groaned as he reached on the floor searching for his pants that were on the floor. “Chan,” you got up and ran to the other side of the bed so you were standing in front of him. He didn’t say anything as he reached his hand out so he was cupping your cheek. He stepped forward a little so there were a couple inches between you, you looked up at him as he held your face with one hand. The tension between them seemed to grow even more as you licked your lips as your breathing seemed to pick up. “Please don’t leave, I just poured my heart out to you,” you whispered.

“I’m so selfish when it comes to you, and it's not fair to you,” he sighed as his thumb brushed a tear off your cheek. “I want to give you the world, but I can’t.”

“I’m not asking for the world,” you reached up so your hand held his wrist. “I’m just asking for you to show me that you actually love me.”

“I can’t let you get hurt because of me,” he sighed. “I should start going to Changbin when I get hurt,” his hand was still holding your face as he attempted to convince you and himself that he needed to give you space.

“Chan, please don’t pull away from me, if you do that it will break my heart,” your hand held onto his wrist not wanting him to leave.

“We can’t be together, not right now at least,” he sighed.

Your breathing seemed to catch in your throat for a moment at what he had just said. The tears seemed to slide down your cheek even harder suddenly, and it was as if he held your heart in his other hand, and that he just crushed it.

“Okay,” you pulled away from him shaking your head. “You can have your space if you want it,” your voice was shaky as you were trying your hardest to not sob.

“You mean the world to me, and I don’t want to hurt you, but being with me isn’t safe.” He reached out to grab your wrist. He needed you to know that he wanted to be with you, but it just wasn’t an option. “I already lost my first love, I can’t deal with losing you too.” He never seemed to move on from his high school sweetheart passing in a tragic car accident almost a decade ago.

“Why does it feel like I’m losing you right now,” the tears continued to slide down your cheek.

“I’m sorry that can’t give you everything,” he took a step closer to you. You reached out and rested your hand on his chest and looked back up at him knowing that he was right. That even though you wanted nothing more than to be with him, you knew deep down inside that a lot of powerful men have lost money because of him. Chan is the best fighter in the city and that has made a lot of men angry. Ultimately it wasn’t safe to be with him. You had watched him lose his first love, and you knew how much that destroyed him.

“I understand we can’t be together, but I can’t deal with losing you as my friend too,” you sighed.

Silently he nodded his head and leaned forward so his forehead was resting against yours. You took a deep breath taking in the sudden closeness.

“I want to kiss you so badly, but I shouldn’t,” he mumbled.

Without saying anything you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You kissed him as if this was going to be the only time ever that you were going to be able to feel his lips against yours. His strong hand moved up and rested on your cheek holding you close to him as your lips moved together. Pulling away slowly you let out a sigh.

“What happens between us Chan?” You asked, wondering if things would ever be the same after tonight.

He sighed and said, “we attempt to be friends.”

“Okay,” you said softly. You didn’t want to be only friends but you knew it was for the best. “If one day you walk away from fighting, would you actually give us a chance?” You asked, needing to know if maybe one day you stood a chance at being together.

He nodded his head and gave you a sad smile, “I’m not going to ask you to wait around for that day, but when I’m finally no longer a fighter I would like us to be together.”

“Let’s go back to bed,” you reached down and laced your fingers with his. You led him back towards the bed. He slowly got back in bed groaning at the pain from his cracked ribs.

You laid in the bed in the same positions you had been laying in before. Your hand was resting on the bed between you, slowly he reached over and laced his fingers with your.

“Thank you for always taking care of me,” he said softly.

“I’ll always take care of you,” you said knowing that no matter what happened between you, that you would always care about him.

“I hope one day that I’ll actually be able to give you the world,” he said gently, squeezing your hand.

You couldn’t help but smile at the possibility that maybe one day you could be together.

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