#hyunjae fanfic

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what you deserve

soft dom!juyeon x f!reader x mean dom!hyunjae smut | mdni 4.2k your bf younghoon is just a dick... your best friends just want to show you what you deserve nsfw tags under the cut

slut shaming reader (hj calls her easy), lots of teasing, fingering (because have you seen juyeon's hands? gotta put those to use), begging, pet names (princess, doll, baby, kitten), praising, degradation (slut, whore), slight dumbification, nipple play, unprotected sex but reader is on the pill (these stunts are performed by professionnals don't try this at home), spitroasting/eiffel tower, multiple orgasms (f), oral (m), creampie, double penetration, anal

a/n: would you believe me if i said it took 1 whole ass fucking year to finish this? (yes i started writing on the 1st October 22) (smh)

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Deep down you knew it wasn’t true. You knew Younghoon couldn’t be your soulmate. Most of the time he would ditch you to go hang out with his friends and not return your calls or texts for the whole night then turn up home completely drunk and smelling of an other woman's perfume, even if he denied it every time. So saying Younghoon wasn’t the best boyfriend was to say the least an understatement. 

Deep down you knew that. You knew he didn’t really love you but just used you for entertainment purposes. 

So why? Why? Did you still believe that little voice in your head? Despite the sleepless nights, despite the countless tears shed, despite the pain. You still believed you two had a chance, you still believed you could fix him… 

But did you still love him?

“What are you doing?” the stern voice of Hyunjae erupted from beside you, sitting with you on the comfortable and cushioned couch, making you jump and hurriedly hide your screen from his scrutinizing eyes.

“Huh? Hmm… Nothing” you lied, quickly typing out the rest of your text to your boyfriend.

“She’s talking to Younghoon” Juyeon snitched, seated right at your other side, as he perfectly accomplished a dangerous maneuver with Princess Peach’s pink kart securing the first place right in front of Hyunjae.

Hyunjae groaned but you didn’t know if it was because he was certain to lose the race or if it was well… because of you. 

“Y/N!” He shouted putting the controller down before even finishing the race.

Well… you knew now.

“I can’t believe you’re still with that fucking asshole” Hyunjae whistled through gritted teeth.

You knew Hyunjae despised Younghoon, hence why you were trying to hide away the screen from the eyes of your best friend. But as you turned the device the other way Juyeon snatched it from your hands. 

“What did she send ?” Hyunjae avidly asked.

“Please don’t read it” you asked Juyeon, pleading eyes bordering on begging to preserve the ridiculous trace amount of pride you had left and not read yet another text in which you bent over backwards for your ungrateful boyfriend.

“I’m not gonna read it” Juyeon declared. You exhaled in relief while Hyunjae scoffed. “But I am going to take it away for the rest of the night”. 

“What? Please give it back” you tried to reach for it but Juyeon was way taller and had longer arms there was no way you would be able to take it back from him.

“No. Just enjoy a fun gaming night with us. Okay?” Juyeon smiled at you with that adorable eye smile that you’ve been unable to say no to since middle school.

“Fine”

You played a little more Mario Kart but it was as if the atmosphere had changed.

“Can I ask you something ?” Juyeon finally asked. 

There he goes again… You thought.

The three of you were best friends for almost as long as you could remember and you knew them like the back of your hands.

When something awkward like that happened Hyunjae and yourself would rather ignore it and you would give each other time to forgive and forget but not Juyeon. He would just bluntly speak his truth.

“Sure” you said as you paused the game and Hyunjae groaned again.

“Why him?” Juyeon asked, putting his phone down. You sighed in annoyance and the 

question.

“I don’t know, Juyeon, OK? I don't know why I love him.” You said as you rubbed your aching temple.

“You can do so much better though!” He protested while Hyunjae looked at you with stern eyes.

“You deserve someone that’s going to be thoughtful and kind” Juyeon almost whispered with his deep voice, bringing the back of his hand to your cheek. 

With this simple touch the atmosphere had changed again. Juyeon’s cat-like eyes fixed on your lips, leaning dangerously as you felt his warm reassuring touch on your cheek. It felt safe and somehow you didn’t have it in you to pull away.

“Someone like me? Maybe?” he murmured, his lips grazing yours. He paused right there. Giving you one last chance to pull away, to remain faithful to your morals but… how could you? You felt the heat radiating from his face and his soft breath fanning your cheeks. You didn’t want him to stop. 

So he leaned in to close the distance between your lips and finally kissed you. The electric charge from the thrill of kissing your best friend traveled from your lips all the way down to your core, making your guts stir in excitement.

Juyeon’s hand moved from your cheek to your nape to gently press your lips further onto his own, slightly parting them to let his tongue lap at yours. Heat pulled in your lower stomach while your eyelids fluttered close, losing yourself in this kiss. Juyeon’s large palm sliding up your thigh as he kissed you softly.

“Right, my princess? “ he whispered, breaking the kiss, leaving your lips yearning for more, you nodded, looking at him through your lashes when you heard Hyunjae scoff behind you.

The brief sound brought you back to reality. You whipped your head to your side where you are greeted by the icy cold gaze of the older one, eyeing you scornfully. 

“You’re wasting your time” he said, maintaining the unwavering eye contact. “She doesn’t care about this…” he brought his hand to your cheek caressing slightly before he shifted to entangle his slender fingers around your hair “She only likes pain” he said before suddenly giving a quick and sharp pull, ripping from your lips a surprised whimper, which made Hyunjae smirk evilly.

“I knew it” he whispered, bending over you and pressing his hot lips to your cheek. "You only yearn to be treated like the little whore that you are. You want to be my little slut. Want me to hurt you, huh?" he said before he used your hair again to make you turn your head, breaking your neck into position and crashing his lips onto yours. The difference with Juyeon was blatant, overwhelming even. Hyunjae was devouring you. It was clear he wasn’t intending to ask for anything. He was demanding, he was taking what was his. And you were ready to give it all up to him… To them.

You felt Juyeon’s rough hands wrap around your waist from behind while he planted soft kisses and bites from your nape to your ear. Licking and nibbling around it while you felt his hands make quick work of rolling up your skirt past your waist line. You gasped when his large palm brushed against the thin skin of your inner thigh which Hyunjae saw as an opportunity to kiss you even deeper as you moaned into his mouth.

“Spread your legs for me, doll” Juyeon cooed, lips still pressed to the wet patch of skin on your neck. “Good girl” he praised when you did. His large palm brushed over your clothed center and you arched your back in an unpremeditated reflex, pushing your hips forward onto the older man. You felt Hyunjae’s lips pull into a sly smirk.

“Really?” he said, breaking the kiss “Already offering yourself like this?” he chuckled. "You're so fucking easy. Anyone could get it with you"

You whimpered and squirmed in embarrassment but kept your legs wide open nonetheless, which Hyunjae didn’t fail to notice. He scoffed.

“What a little slut you are” he drew back, eyes sweeping across your whole figure to finally settle on your most private part.

When Juyeon finally pushed your panties to the side and let the living room ceiling light shine directly on your center you felt like you were going to faint from the adrenaline rapidly rushing to your brain, making your breath itch in your throat. Hyunjae caught his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Look at that we barely even touched you and you’re already this wet?” Hyunjae spat with one cocked eyebrow, peering at your slicked and glistening folds with disdain.

You opened your mouth to talk back, to defend yourself but you could only deeply sigh in bliss as Juyeon's rough hand brushed against your unclothed bundle of nerves. And it was only then that you realized how right Hyunjae was and how wet you actually were. 

Your wetness had soaked through the panties and was nearly dripping down to the floor. Juyeon had no trouble gathering and spreading it all over you. He gently and slowly circled your swollen nub, teasing it, lewd wet and squelching sounds erupting from the shameless act. Making you inexorably wetter and hungry for more. 

He kept teasing you slowly as he laid wet kisses on the side of your neck, heavily breathing into your ear while Hyunjae palmed his hard member through his tighter-than-ever pants thoroughly enjoying you being spread in full display for him.

After what felt like hours of teasing you finally gathered the courage to protest in the form of a tiny high pitched whimper.

“What's wrong, my baby?” Juyeon huffed into your ear before sucking on your lobe, the heat from his mouth raised goosebumps on your skin.

“Please” you mustered, barely above a whisper.

“Please what?” he asked as you felt his lips on your neck being pulled into a smirk.

“Please I want your fingers inside me” you murmured as if you almost didn’t want the words you were speaking to actually be heard but to no avail. Both of your best friends heard you clear as day.

“Pathetic” Hyunjae said as he seemed to be palming himself with more pressure, looking anything but displeased.

“Anything for you, my princess” Juyeon cooed and immediately sunk his middle finger inside you, a disproportionately large palm resting over your mound. He circled his finger deep inside and you felt his blunt nail graze on your g spot which made you whimper and throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder.

The dull pleasure was making your head spin so much that you didn’t even hear when Hyunjae unzipped his jeans and slipped out of his boxers.

“Yeah finger fuck her. I’ll fuck her throat” he scoffed while he approached you, hard dick in hand. “Come here” he said as he forcefully pulled you towards him. The hot tip pressed against your closed mouth and precum glazed your bottom lip.

As if the stars aligned, at the exact same time as Hyunjae pushed his cock past your lips Juyeon slipped a second finger inside you, thick and long fingers stretching you out so perfectly. You moaned as Hyunjae slipped inside you, his taste spreading on your tongue, adding even more fuzz to your already foggy thoughts.

“Fuck” he said under his breath, grabbing a fistfull of your hair, bending your neck backwards and forcing you to look up at him. The pain on your scalp took your mind off the rising pleasure Juyeon was inflicting on you and you looked up at the older male with teary eyes while he kept on pushing his dick inside your wet mouth until he had to force the last couple of centimeters down your throat. And he stayed there. Look down at you as you choked on his length.

“Such a good girl for us. You take him so well, baby” Juyeon praised you as he picked up the pace, making your eyes roll back. “So pretty all stretched out and wet for us.”

“Keep your mouth open” Hyunjae whispered before finally pulling out to let you have a quick breather before he smashed his hips back into your face, setting a rapid rhythm. The burning sensation in your throat made your heart race and as Juyeon was having his way with you, circling and flicking your clit you felt the precious build up of your release forming in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck” Hyunjae groaned as he kept on the furious pace. “It’s like this mouth was made for me. Perfectly fitted little cocksleeve” he tugged at your hair again, making you moan on his length.

You almost lost your mind when Juyeon brought his second hand to circle your clit as the other one was still pumping in and out of you. Your muffled moans grew louder on Hyunjae’s cock, the vibrations making him shiver. 

“Baby you’re so tight” Juyeon murmured in your hot ear. “You wanna cum?” he asked, slipping a third finger inside you and you almost came on the spot as you were deliciously stretched out top and bottom by your best friends. “You can cum, kitten.”

It’s the only thing you needed as your body was waiting for this command to immediately let go of the knot. You quivered and moaned, while your jaw went lax around Hyunjae. Your center tightly gripping on Juyeon’s digits, desperate to ever let them go. Twitching and spasming in delicious bliss.

“Good girl” Juyeon cooed as he gradually slowed down allowing you to ride off your high at your own speed.

“I can’t believe you fucking came already.” Hyunjae spat at you with mean eyes as he pulled his cock from your agape mouth, you took a deep breath and sighed in bliss.

But you looked down when you felt two hands going up your thighs and you were met with Hyunjae’s glacial eyes.

“You won’t need that anymore” without a heads up he tore away your panties, ripping them to shreds with a grunt as you gasped in surprise. “I want to know how this little pussy feels like” he whispered through gritted teeth, eyeing you like candy, avid hands pulling at your hips to bring you closer to the edge on the couch. In some kind of protective reflex you wanted to close your legs but Juyeon hands that were still glistening with your wetness kept them open.

“Can you be a good girl for us and keep your legs nice and spread like this?” his deep voice asked softly. The tone was soft, slightly contrasting with the strong grasp on both your thighs.

You nodded.

“Good girl”

Hyunjae didn't wait for a second. He brought his scolding hot tip to your folds and glazed himself into your juices, thoroughly coating his length as he pumped his fist around it a couple of times before pushing the tip in. 

Immediately your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your arch your back into the couch, biting your bottom lip trying not to moan. That attempt turned out to be a failure as Hyunjae progressed inside your wet heat. When he bottomed out you let out a small cry of pleasure. As Juyeon felt your thighs twitch lightly he withdrew his hands to bring them up to your chest and kneed your breasts. His large hands lifted your top and pulled on your bra releasing your beautiful tits which made Hyunjae grunt as he fucked himself inside your cunt. Juyeon’s big palm laid over the two lumps of sensitive flesh and worked them gently, his fingers curling around your nipples to roll them around.

“So pretty, baby” Juyeon cooed into your ear, looking over your shoulder at how your tits bounced every time Hyunjae drilled his cock into you. Juyeon can’t take it anymore, he also wants to know how you feel around him and you feel him slip from behind you. You instantly miss his warm hands over your body. But the disappointment is short-lived. Because you feel his hand softly wrap around your jaw, pulling your face to look up at him. Your gaze quickly dropped from his gentle eyes to his thick cock laying heavily in his hands as he pumped himself a couple of times approaching the wet tip to your lips. 

Instinctively your lips parted to let your tongue swipe and have a taste of his essence. Which made Juyeon hiss in pleasure, fist growing stronger around his cock, making the veins of his forearm pop. He drove his cock into your mouth, earning a low grunt from him. You lips painfully stretched to accommodate to Juyeon’s girth.

“Fuckk” he cursed under his breath. “Such a good girl taking my cock like this”. He said wrapping his long fingers around your nape, giving you an encouraging push. You didn’t need more to quicken your pace, gobbling his cock as far as you could manage without hesitation.

“What a fucking whore” Hyunjae grunted as he gave you one particularly strong thrust, the sharp pleasure making you moan on Juyeon’s length. “You love cock so much? Look at you swallowing his cock like it’s your only goal in life?” He picked up the pace smashing his hips into yours. Your attention switching from Juyeon to Hyunjae. “Is that it? Your only goal is to be filled with cocks?”

“Phhfuckk” you attempted to say, your mouth full to the brim.

“So pretty baby.” Juyeon cooed as he started to thrust into your mouth when your attention got diverted. “So pretty full of cocks”

The coil in your guts tightened again as your gaze fluttered between Jueyon’s soft smile and Hyunjae’s mean eyes. Once again close to the edge.

“Keep going. She’s going to cum” Juyeon said to his friend. Not daring to take his eyes off your wet ones. Hyunjae scoffed.

“Again?” he said, gripping your thighs tighter and drilling his cock into you harder as he felt your cunt clamp around him, dangerously fluttering. “Go ahead and cum. It’s all you’re good for.” he said, one hand leaving your thigh to slap against your cunt. The pain made you choke on Juyeon. 

“Fuck” he grunted while you mumbled intelligibly, earning another slap before Hyunjae started to draw small and quick circles on your swollen and painful little clit.

That made you cross the edge again. Your body shook against Hyunjae’s relentless hips. Your pussy clenching around him and fluttering in delicious and intoxicating pleasure. Screams of bliss muffled by Juyeon’s length, making him shiver, bucking his hips into your mouth a little harsher.

Hyunjae pulled out quickly and wanted to stuff you back but was interrupted by Juyeon.

“Come on man, it’s my turn now” Juyeon said, taking his dick out of your mouth, letting you take deep breaths as you slowly came down from your high.

“Fine” Hyunjae spat as he got out of between your legs. “I was almost done” he mumbled.

Juyeon sat beside you on the couch once again he looked at you and patted his thighs.

“Ride me baby” he said and you immediately hopped on his lap. Your tits shoved in his face he took a deep breath, letting his brain be soaked with the pheromone filled smell of sex that was imprinted into your sweaty skin.

You took his length between your fingers and pumped a couple of times before you sunk your hips into his cock.

“Ffffuck” Juyeon sighed, before licking a big stripe between your tits, collecting the glistening sweat.

Hyunjae didn’t miss one second of the show. He pumped his cock as he watched you bounce on his friend’s cock. Looking attentively at the way your pussy spread wide to take him in, spitting him out covered with your slick, all of that forming a beautiful soundtrack of moans, grunts and squelching wet sounds.

Hyunjae kept on fisting his rock hard and dripping cock as the same rhythm as you lifted your hips and let them smash back down. 

“How is it in there, dude?” he asked Juyeon.

“F-fucking great” he responded not taking your tits out his mouth.

“Yeah I know. Slutty cunts are the best. Because they just suit anyone.” He said letting his free hand slap your ass. Making you arch your back and bounce even harder. A silent plea for more. And it’s exactly what you got. “And this one she’s one real easy whore. Letting anyone fuck her raw” He spanked your ass again, even harder this times, leaving a beautiful print behind on your skin. “Isn’t it right, slut?”

“Yesssss!!!!” you panted, bouncing even harder, the familiar build up heating up in your guts again, Juyeon’s large hands gripping the underside of your thighs and aiding you bounce on him while he muffled his moans in your chest. “I’m a slut a real fucking whore for you. I love both your cocks so much”

“Is that so?” Hyunjae said, tilting his head, his lips being pulled in a sly smirk as an idea blossomed in his lust soaked mind.

He approached his tip to your ass, rubbing his hard-on on your cheeks. Before leaning over and spitting a big wad right into your pucker. Making the hole blink.

“Since you love our cock so much. You don’t mind me taking your ass, right?” he said pressing his tip still wet with your slick into your only available hole. 

“Oh G-god” you chocked when you felt your ass being spread open.

“Please” Hyunjae chuckled still pushing inside you. “Just call me Hyunjae” he said cockily as he pushed the last inch into your bottomless hole. 

“Fuckkk it feels so good” he cried out stopping your hips, your nails digging into Juyeon’s shoulders, urging him to fuck up into your cunt. He did so immediately. His dick grazing against Hyunjae’s inside your ass.

“Fuckk” the older one hissed when he felt the coming and going of his friend through the small membrane that separated both your holes.

He started to fuck into your asshole as soon as you looked accustomed to him. He loved to watch the way your asshole dragged into his cock every time he pulled out just to welcome him back into your warmth once he pushed back in.

“Fuck baby you’re so good to us” Juyeon as lightly tugging at your erect nipple with his teeth. “So pretty for us. So fucking good.” He panted fucking his hips uo into you, making your pussy cream around him, wet sounds bouncing of the walls.

He was so close. So fucking close he could taste it.

“Fuck kitten. I’m going to cum soon” he said, grip growing stronger on your thighs.

“Yeah please. Please!! Please fill me up!” you urged when you felt another slap into your ass.

“What a filthy fucking slut begging for cum like that” Hyunjae groaned. “Want mine too whore?”

“Yees fuck please. yesyesyesyesyes!!!” you chanted, feeling both of your holes grip around the cock that were both plowing into you, rearranging your guts so deliciously. 

“Then fucking take it” Hyunjae says slipping his hand into your hair and pulling harshly. Letting his cock pump your ass full of tasty hot cum, his hips absolutely rutting into your ass, grunting and moaning. So much so that it made the cum spill out and drip on his friend's cock. But both of them couldn’t care less.

“Fuck baby. ‘m- c-” Juyeon can’t even bring himself to make full sentences and follows right after Hyunjae. You feel his enormous cock twitch inside you, delivering an ungodly amount of white hot cum right in the deepest part of you, if it wasn’t for the pill you were taking you’d be sure to be knocked up right away. His dick brush again against your soft spot and the way you feel both your holes filled with cum make you tip over the edge. And you find yourself squirting all over both their dicks in a pleasure filled scream. Your juices spray out of you in big streams, completely soaking Juyeon laid under you which makes his hips stutter a little. This orgasm is the most intense one of the night, making both your holes flutter. Your cunt clenching around Juyeon and your asshole blinking around Hyunjae while you pant and moan in complete euphoria.

The next few instants are a blur. None of you speak, only pants and sighs can be heard. All three of you, piled up on top of each other, drained and content. But the blissful silence is interrupted by the low vibrations of a phone..

A phone? your phone!

Juyeon haphazardly reaches into the pocket of his jeans laying somewhere near and holds the device to you.

You have dozens of unread texts from Younghoon and even more missed calls. Poor thing… he’s not used to you going silent on him. Not his precious and naive girlfriend.

You pushed your messy hair out of your face and picked up the call.

“Yeah?” you say voice sounding a little rough, nothing surprising given the things that were just in your mouth and roughing up your throat.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you answering my texts?” Younghoon asks, panic seeping in his rushed voice.

Hyunjae chuckled coldly behind you.

“Come cuddle, baby.” Juyeon said, pouting so much it was audible.

“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT???? Y/N??? IS THAT JUYEON???”

“Hmmmm” you hesitated before Hyunjae snatched the phone from behind you.

“You guys are done. Don’t call her again”

“WHAT THE F-”

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[1:52AM] Kiss on My List - (l.hj)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI),  fuckboy!Hyunjae, friends to lovers, making out, mentions of drinking, bit of dry humping, handjob, premature ejaculation, allusions to more smut, pet name (sweetheart), low-key simp!Hyunjae. Word count: 0.9K

A/N: Finally, last fic for my round of timestamps! And no better way than to end it with Hyunjae 😏 Realized my last timestamp for him had the same vibes but fuck it because I'd gladly get in this scenario with him any day 🥴. Proofread once, hope you enjoy! Tagging @deoboyznet @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers @aimeecarreros

Very loosely inspired by the song “Kiss on My List” by Daryl Hall & John Oates.

Thinking about fuckboy!Hyunjae, who has been trying his luck with you since freshman year. Despite his persistence, you always said no. It was kind of cute how he kept asking you out, even knowing the answer. It's not his fault you’re drop-dead gorgeous, especially since you still gave him the attention he craved despite rejecting him.

By sophomore year, Hyunjae gave up on dating you and chose to be good friends instead. Since then, you became his wingwoman, confidant, and everything. He always came to you for advice, and you did the same.

Though to Hyunjae it felt like it was getting harder to keep things up, especially right now when all he wanted to do was know what your lips felt like against his own. The one thought that would constantly plague his mind.

“C’mon, just a little kiss? Please? One second.” He playfully pouts at you as he tries to hold himself together.

“No Hyunjae, no kiss!” You giggle. Your tipsy side always made his heart flutter.

He shouldn’t have downed five shots in a row like that, but he only did it because you did it too. He’d do anything you’d tell him honestly no matter how absurd the idea was because he was in love with you you were his best friend!

“Please, just one kiss? A friendly kiss. A kiss friends do-” He points to his lips, smiling when he hears the sweet sound of your laugh.

“Friends don’t kiss, Hyunjae.” You look up at him, slowly swinging your legs as you sit on the kitchen counter.

“I kiss my friends all the time!” Hyunjae exclaims as he leans on the same counter, his hands resting on each side of your hips.

“Those girls are not your friends-” you scoff.

“Yes they are… They’re my buddies! My fuck buddies-” He wiggles his eyebrows.

You hide your face in his chest as you burst out laughing. Hyunjae wraps his arms around your shoulders, pressing his cheek against the top of your head as he laughs with you.

“C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.” His arm slides to your waist and behind your knees as you both pull away, carrying you like you weighed nothing to him. As he carried you, you couldn’t help but look closely at his face.

Was he always so… hot? You thought to yourself as you admired every feature, your cheeks getting warm at the sudden realization of his strong arms holding you tight. You’re soon brought back to reality the moment you feel Hyunjae placing you down on the edge of the bed.

You watch him slowly untie your shoes, wondering if this is what it looks like when he’s about to eat you ou- oh fuck don’t start thinking about him like that now. But it’s too late as a sensation pulses beneath your abdomen, your core slowly becoming moist without even realizing it.

“There’s water and pain meds on the side table for you. You think you’ll be alright?” He kneels in front of you.

“Y-yeah, I'll be fine.” You smile weakly.

“Well, I'll be in the other room if you need me.” He tucks your hair behind your ear, glancing at your lips before standing up. You grab his wrist, not wanting this moment to end.

“You-you forgot something.” You stutter. “To say goodnight.”

He smiles, kissing your forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight-” You cup his face, leaving a featherlight kiss on his lips. As you pull away to see Hyunjae’s face he remains frozen, and regret starts to kick in. Was it a mistake? Did he not like it? Oh no- Before your thoughts take over, Hyunjae pulls you by the waist, smashing his lips against yours.

You yelp in surprise but soon wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Hyunjae embraces you, deepening the kiss, feeling like he's in heaven with the sounds you make. Not wasting a moment, Hyunjae lunges forward, his body heat radiating as he climbs on top of you. His mouth travels to your neck, nipping and sucking your skin.

Your back arches into him, seeking more friction as you press against his bulge. He groans, his hands searching for a place to hold but his mind goes completely blank as your hand slips beneath his sweatpants, palming his erection before wrapping your fingers around his length.

“Fuck-” he hisses, scrunching his eyebrows and holding his breath as he tries to not think about busting anytime soon. But the moment you pull him for another kiss and slip your tongue inside his mouth, he explodes.

You gasp at the way his cock throbs in your grip, how your hand is suddenly drenched in his release. No man you’ve been with has ever come this much by a simple touch, and yet it was turning you on more than it should've.

“Hyunjae?” You try to call his attention. But instead he buries his face into your neck, leaving a light kiss near your earlobe.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of awe and desire.

“Maybe you can show me?” you whisper in his ear as you tighten your grip on his length, making him groan at your touch.

“Give me a second and I’ll show you everything. That’s what a good friend would do right?” He smirks before leaning down to kiss you once more. You playfully hit his chest as you giggle at his reply.

“And what a good friend you are indeed…”

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Intimacy

It's not hard to be close to Hyunjae, on the contrary, it's as easy as being in love and god knows how much you love each other. Then why are you so shy?

pairing : boyfriend!hyunjae x gn!reader genre : established relationship, fluff, first love, discovering each other warnings : a bit suggestive? notes : hi hello, my name is what you want it to (yes i'm obsessed), this is the very first work i'm posting here and i hope my feelings will be conveyed. everything came from this post and i oops! writing this was a breath of fresh air and i'm even more in love now (sigh). anyway, let me know what you think about it <3 there might be a smut part 2 one day... words count : 1246

You've been dating Hyunjae for 3 months now and you've never been intimate with him. Intimate in the sense that you've never seen each other's skin, you don't change in the same room nor take showers together and god you've never done anything sexual (although you do tease each other a lot).

And it's not that you don't want to be intimate with him, oh you want it more than anything, probably since you met him, his pretty eyes and goofy smile. But you're both kind of shy around each other, it's your first relationship and you want to get it right.

To be honest, it's more than that. You are so in love with him that sometimes when he kisses you a little longer or when his hands find your waist you feel overwhelmed and the overflowing feelings make you nervous, not knowing what to do next.

You'd think that Hyunjae would be confident and take things in stride but the truth is that he's just as shy and scared as you are. You see him blush every time you reach out to hold his hand, every time you initiate a kiss and crawl closer into his embrace. He's never been in love with anyone like this before and yet he's been in relationships before. For him, it feels like you're his first and his last. It may be cliché but he sees himself growing old with you, getting married and having children in a nice, cosy home. He wants to call you his, to wake up with you in his arms and also...

"Angel, it's early come back to bed," his rough morning voice will always make you shiver, another thing you love about him.

When you turn around, you find him staring at you with half closed eyes, a smile and an outstretched hand. If he were the devil, you would have walked right into his trap. He hums, feeling content to have you in his arms again, kissing the top of your hair.

"Hyunjae," you whined

"I know, just a few more minutes"

As if on cue, he holds you tighter and your head is pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It's calm, but with a sudden race, as if it were about to explode. Unconsciously, your free hand comes to feel it as you give him your gaze. He's already looking at you with sparkling eyes, his beautiful eyes full of stars that sometimes you wonder if you could drown in them. Your very own starry sky.

You lean in, bathing in the warm sensation of your lips on his. The kiss is soft and tender, like a good morning greeting, but becomes intense and passionate with his hand cupping your face and gentle caresses on your waist. An open-hearted kiss into which you both pour your vulnerability and feelings. When you pull away, you feel as if your breath has been taken away, your heart flutters in ecstasy and you want to dive in again. Time has stopped for a moment. You lock eyes and suddenly feel much hotter, it's addictive but you peck his lips in a low giggle.

"We're going to be late"

"Let's call in sick then"

The change in mood startles you, he pins you to the mattress and starts kissing you all over. It's playful and you give in too easily until he starts tickling you. Oh war has begun and being late is the least of your worries.

Love is not supposed to be easy but loving Hyunjae is the easiest thing ever.

Love is as easy as a date, because no matter where you are, he will always make you feel at home. Love is as easy as giving you the key to his apartment, because he wants to come home to you. So why isn't it easy to be intimate with your loved one? When you trust each other beyond words, when love isn't enough to describe how you feel, when you want to cherish each other through all the steps of life?

Present <3 (1)

How about a movie night? Blanket fort, fried chicken, you and me I would say that you have me with you Because I am the only thing you need? Cause I want you in every way You got me baby, I am all yours

There you are, blushing like a mess at work, butterflies in your stomach. One way or another the shyness will go away, every day you feel the need to be closer to him than you already are and he shows the same needs in his own way. Hell, the first step was going to his place every day and still not moving in together.

The first time he kissed you ? You came back from your third date, it was pouring and you ran back to his place holding hands and laughing because it surprised you. He gave you his jacket since you were clad in a dress and yet you were soaking wet. He offered you to take a shower and when you came back with his clothes on, something shifted in his mind. You were so pretty and you were his. His to court and kiss. So he kissed you. Longer than intended. And you kissed back as long as he did, making him smile through the kiss.

That day and memory are still etched in your mind and you wouldn't change a thing about it or maybe make out a little longer...

So when he texted you to say he was coming back home with the chicken, you were on a mission. Doing the fort was your pleasure, the chicken his and the movie your typical friday night.

"Baby I'm home!"

Unlike usual you run up to him for a hug and a kiss, only to have him giggle at your eagerness.

"Missed me?"

"A lot. How was your day?"

"Fine, i just really need to shower"

"Kiss me? Before you go"

Another chuckle.

"You know I'm just a door away? But I'm happy to oblige"

To be honest, you want to shower with him and you have wanted to for a moment without knowing how to ask. For now you will settle for some cuddling and maybe some skinship.

"Do you need anything angel?"

"You"

"You're so clingy today, what happened?"

"I- I just want to be close to you"

"How close?"

He snuggled up against you with his question, looking at you with doe eyes. You took the opportunity to put your hands on his chest, his hair was still slightly damp from showering and he was just glowing. For you, he's the most beautiful man alive and he's yours.

Suddenly you shiver at the feel of his hands on your bare skin. The room feels too hot, it's almost like it's spinning. His giggling sends shivers down your spine and he tries to move his hands away but you block him.

You see a gleam of surprise in his eyes, wondering what your next move will be. It's his time to be confused by your hands under his shirt. He blushes hard feeling a twist in his gut, you have never been this enterprising before. He cups your head and kisses you like his life depends on it, panting and sighing.

"Jae," you let out a small moan at his roughness.

"i want to be close to you too"

"In every way?"

"In every way."

[stayteezdreams]

First Snow

Plot: They say if you witness the First Snow with your crush, you are destined to be together. Originally mentioned as a childhood superstition, Jaehyun took it to heart.

Pairing: Lee Jaehyun | Hyunjae x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A kiss at the end but that's all I can think of.

Words: 3.3k

Ever since Jaehyun saw that the first snow would be coming within the next couple of days, his eyes were constantly on the lookout, not just for the snow, but for you.

When the two of you were kids, Jaehyun remembered you telling him about the belief that if you watched the first snow with your crush, you would be destined to be together.

Jaehyun teased you about how ridiculous that sounded, but really, he hoped it was true. And he hoped he would get to witness the first snow with you, so the two of you would be together forever.

But as much as he wanted it, it never happened.

He convinced himself somewhere along the way that he jinxed it. Because every year since, neither of you were together during the first snow.

He tried again and again, but always failed.

At school, he would run to find you, but never found you in time. It devastated him even more when you witnessed the first snow with your crush in high school instead and ended up dating him shortly after.

There was the time he ran two blocks to find you at your work to see the snow with you, only to learn that you had already left for the night.

And when it snowed for the first time after you moved away. He missed you so desperately he took a train to find you. But all he found was a confused roommate who said you had gone somewhere, but didn't know when you'd come back.

When he looked for you, he could never find you. The two of you were always in the wrong place at the wrong time. And more often than once, the snow came while you were sleeping. Waking up and seeing the first blanket of snow went from magical, to heartbreaking for Jaehyun.

Jaehyun had started to believe that this was the universe telling him that you weren't meant to be together, no matter how perfectly he thought you two fit. No matter how wholly he believed you to be his soulmate.

During college and shortly after, you two hadn't been able to see each other much. But his feelings never faded. And when you moved houses, not too far from him, it seemed to re-light the spark in him telling him to try again.

He could always confess to you like a normal human being, but he knew how much you adored the love-centered superstition. And in a way, if it happened, it would feel like fate itself finally agreed to the match.

So, when he got that little notification on his phone about the incoming snow, he felt more determined. This time, it would happen, he would make sure of it.

You felt a familiar warmth rise in your chest when you read Jaehyun's message. He was on his way to your house to bring you your favorite drink, just as he had the day before, and the day before that.

It didn't go unnoticed by you, that ever since you moved closer, he seemed to stick to you, especially the last few days. Not that you minded, however, you had missed him more than anymore else in your life.

You were afraid the distance that grew between you when you lived further away would remain when you moved back, but instead, your friendship became exactly as it was. And just as your familiar closeness with Jaehyun returned, so did the repressed feelings you had been hiding away for years.

After he arrived, walking in without knocking, a habit he had from childhood, the two of you sat and talked for a while. Mostly about what you wanted to do over the weekend.

You noticed the way Jaehyun's eyes seemed to only look one of two places. You, and out the window. Watching him now, as he leaned his head to look up towards the cloudy sigh, you smiled softly as you let out a soft breathy laugh.

"Are you expecting Santa or something?"

His lips curled up as he glanced at you but didn't reply.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head as he sat back in his chair, "Nothing. Just wondering what the weather is gonna be like."

You felt a soft pang in your chest as you recalled the snow alert you received. "It's supposed to snow." You said softly as you looked out the window yourself. 'Maybe this time.'

"Yeah." He said softly as he sipped his drink.

Both of you got lost in thought, neither of you realizing the other was stuck in the same thought cycle as each other.

You were brought out of your distracted thoughts when your phone rang. Jaehyun watched and listened in with a soft smile as you spoke to your mother on the phone, even talking to her himself when she learned he was there.

Figuring from the conversation, you had an appointment with your mother later, one he assumed he was not allowed to join.

Parting ways, though reluctantly, he left with a hug and promises of seeing each other later, or tomorrow. Though, he was already trying to think of excuses to come back once you were home.

As he walked back to his car, he looked up at the darkening sky and glared, pointing up at the menacing clouds, "Don't you dare."

And dare, they did not.

The dark clouds only brought rain and wind, much to Jaehyun's relief. Especially since he didn't get a chance to see you again that day since you spent all day and evening with your family.

The next day however, Jaehyun was determined to have you all to himself. The weather and sky were promising, as was the weather channel broadcast.

So, what do you do on a freezing cold day in December?

Hang out in the park, naturally!

"Can't we go somewhere warm Jae?" You said with a soft shiver as another cold wind chilled you through your jacket.

Seeing your desperation Jaehyun nodded, giving in as his toes threatened to never have feeling again.

As the two of you headed into the large shopping center, Jaehyun watched the sky carefully. Would it really snow today? Or did fate team up with the atmosphere just to torture him?

Distracted by stores, food and arcade games, Jaehyun almost forgot about his goal, up until he heard a little kid yell out from nearby.

"Mom look, it's snowing!"

Jaehyun's heart jolted in his chest as he heard this, looking over at you, as you looked back at the kid as well.

Quickly taking your hand, he began dragging you towards the nearest exit. "Jaehyun, why are we running?!"

Bolting out the doors and onto the outdoor walkway, Jaehyun looked around but felt his heart drop.

You frowned as well, "It's not snowing, what was that kid on about?"

Lost in his own disappointment, Jaehyun missed seeing yours written all over your face.

Jaehyun groaned as he turned towards you, the look on your face making you chuckle. "What? Did you expect to run out and see winter wonderland?"

He rolled his eyes as he took your hand and started walking you back into the building. "I was expecting something."

As you headed back into the shopping center, you both slowed as you saw in the center of the shopping center floor, a large North Pole Santa display. Complete with Santa, elves, trees, presents, and fake snow. And to top it off, the kid from earlier throwing handfuls of it at his mom.

Repressing your disappointment, and instead embracing the amusement of it all you gently smacked Jaehyun's arm and pointed, "Jaehyun look, it's snowing!"

He looked over at you with a dead stare, making you laugh. The sight made Jaehyun smile, unable to resist. Letting out a small disappointed yet amused smile, he gestured forward, "Come on."

Later that evening, Jaehyun sat at the end of his bed looking out the window. After you refused to sleep over at his house like "old times", you went home.

Something in him told him it was going to snow tonight. So, he sat and waited, waited for those familiar little flakes to start floating past his window.

But as time passed, and the night remained silent and still, Jaehyun slowly lost his battle with sleep. Luckily for Jaehyun, fate seemed to finally be on his side, at least a little bit.

He was suddenly jolted awake as his phone slid from his lap and hit the floor. Rubbing his eyes as he reached down for his phone, he blinked a few times as his eyes focused on something bright outside his window.

'It’s not morning already, is it?' he thought to himself before he noted the moon peeking out from a cloud.

Just as a soft breeze blew past, little flakes of snow blew past his window, causing Jaehyun to sit up quickly, forgetting sleep entirely. Running over to the window, and nearly tripping in the process, he looked outside at the soft snowfall blowing past.

Checking his phone, he saw it was nearly three in the morning. His chest clenched as he looked out at the snow again, it didn't look like it was sticking around for too long.

This is what he was waiting for. This was his chance. He wouldn't miss it again.

Rushing out of his room, he grabbed his keys, jacket and shoes before bolting out of the house and into the cold winter night. He thought of little else except getting to you as quick as he could. Praying that the snow would stick around so he could finally do what he always wanted.

Would you be upset he woke you up at three in the morning? Probably.

Would you reject his feelings? It was a possibility.

Was this going to stop him? Absolutely not.

Not after years of pining and waiting for the perfect moment. He knew there was always a chance you wouldn't have feelings for him. Hell, that might be the real reason he never confessed to you during one of the thousand moments he had the chance too.

Maybe he deluded himself thinking you couldn't say no if he confessed during the first snow.

But no matter what, he needed to do this tonight.

Your eyes shot open as your phone screen lit up your room, the ringing of your phone seeming so much louder than normal. Fumbling as you grabbed the phone off your side table, you saw Jaehyun's name flash on your screen. Your heart jolted as anxiety shot through you.

Answering the phone quickly, you sat up, trying to wake yourself up. "Jaehyun, what is it, what's wrong?"

The panic in your voice sent a jolt of guilt through Jaehyun, but he swallowed it down.

"Nothing is wrong."

"Then what-"

"Go to your window."

"What?"

"Go to your window!"

Frowning in confusion as you climbed out of bed, you pulled back your curtains and looked out at the street. Snow was drifting down from the sky, being lit by the near-full moon. And standing out in front of your house, was Jaehyun.

"Wh- what are you doing here?"

You didn't know whether to be annoyed, worried, or amused as you stared down at the pajama clad man waving up at you from the street.

"Come out!"

"What?!" You let out an incredulous laugh.

"Come on! It's snowing! Hurry!"

"Wh-" you stare at your phone as the line cut off.

Looking down at him he waved at you hurriedly for you to come out.

As you grabbed your shoes and jacket, your heart began pounding in your chest.

You thought you were going to miss the first snow again, like you had all those times before. Why now? Was this why Jaehyun was so excited about the snow earlier? Did he remember what you had said all those years ago? But then why would he want to see the snow with you?

Leaving your house, you walked down to the street, seeing Jaehyun staring up at the sky. The snow was melting quickly, only a few spots were building up in grassy areas.

Hearing your footsteps, Jaehyun turned towards you and smiled. Guilt washed over him again as he saw your sleepy face. But he couldn't help the warmth that filled his chest at how cute you looked.

"Jae-" you hesitated as you looked around, your heart continuing to pound heavily. "What's going on? Earlier in the mall you were so excited about the snow, and now this?"

"I wanted to see the first snow with you."

Your chest clenched. Did he know what that meant to you? What your little ten-year-old heart burned into the fiber of your being.

"Why?"

Your voice was soft but held so much emotion and knowledge that Jaehyun knew nothing about.

He swallowed hard as he took a couple steps closer to you. "Don't you remember? When we were little, how you believed so much in love and fate. How your favorite superstition was that if you witnessed the first snow with your crush you would end up together. And how you wanted that to be the way you were destined to meet your soulmate?"

You let out a soft breathy laugh. "Of course I remember, but, why do you?"

"Because I wanted it to be me."

Your breath caught as you stared at him. The only sounds you could hear were the gently pats of snowflakes hitting the ground around you.

"What?"

"I wanted to see the first snow with you, so that I could be your soulmate." He looked down at his feet as he let out a soft, sad laugh, "But every time I tried to find you during the first snow, I never could. We always missed it."

You couldn't even feel the cold with how hot your body felt. All this time. All this time you felt the same.

"Me too."

His eyes snapped up at you at the sound of your soft voice. "What?"

"I looked for you too. Every time."

The times at school when you heard it was snowing, you rushed to find him, but never could. By the time you found each other the snow had always stopped.

There was the time you were at work two streets down from where he was working at the time. Seeing the snow and running to meet him, only to be told he had already left.

The first snow after you had moved away. You took a train two hours because you missed him and wanted to see him, to tell him you loved him. Only to stand outside of his house for hours, waiting, and for him to never come back.

"You did?" The shock and confusion in his voice echoed your thoughts. "So, we always missed each other because we were trying to find each other?"

You shrugged and let out a soft breath, "I guess so."

"But, what about your boyfriend in high school? Your crush?"

You grimaced at the mention of this. Shaking your head you hissed softly, "He wasn't really my crush, I just said that because I panicked when you asked me who I liked. But then... that year, I tried finding you during the first snow, but I ran into him instead. And-" you sighed, "I ended up convincing myself that was fate, that maybe, instead of you, it was meant to be him. So, when he ended up asking me out, I said yes."

Jaehyun stared at you for a moment before letting out a soft laugh. So that was why your relationship didn't last long.

As the realization started to become almost overwhelming Jaehyun spun around and let out a groan, making you laugh. He looked up at the sky, letting the cold flakes melt on his skin before he looked back at you with a grin.

"So that's why we never had long relationships, or met our soulmates? Because we were waiting to see the first snow together?"

You smiled, "I guess so."

He stared at you for a moment before the feelings pouring through him became too much. Rushing forward he pulled you into a hug. Your arms wrapped around him slowly as he held you close. His familiar scent sending waves of comfort through you.

"I thought I was so stupid waiting for the first snow to confess to you. But you were doing the same thing all this time."

You chuckled softly, "So you’re saying we're both stupid?"

He laughed as he hugged you tighter, letting out a soft groan as he did so. "I love you Y/n. I think I always have."

Your stomach swirled as you felt your eyes begin to burn. You pressed your face against his shoulder as you clenched the fabric of his jacket in your fists. "I love you too, Jaehyun."

As the snow fell gently around you, you held each other for some time. It wasn't until Jaehyun realized his toes were going numb that he pulled away.

"I think we might catch colds if we stay out here any longer." His voice was soft, reluctant as he took your hands, rubbing them as he felt how cold they were.

You let out a soft laugh, watching as he brought your hands up and pressed a soft kiss to each of them. When his eyes met yours, there was nothing but genuine love, making your heart flutter at the sight.

Reaching out, he gently cupped your face and leaned forward. Your eyes locked before you both met in a soft, loving kiss, that held years of unspoken feelings.

As a cold breeze blew past, you both pulled away, no longer able to ignore the cold seeping into your bones. Taking his hand, you tugged it, "Come on."

Jaehyun grinned to himself as you led him back to your house to escape the cold. Comfort washing over him as the warmth of your house engulfed him the second you stepped inside.

Realizing just how cold the two of you were as you both shivered, you met eyes and laughed.

"It doesn't seem quite as romantic now." He admitted, making you laugh as you peeled off your jacket.

Taking his off as well, he grinned slyly as he reached out and pulled you back into his arms. You met eyes and you rose your brow as you noticed his almost mischievous smile.

"You know what would be romantic?"

"What?" You asked cautiously.

"Sharing the bed and cuddling after a confession."

You bit the inside of your lip as heat rose up your ears. "You just don't want me to make you sleep on the couch."

He chuckled and nodded, "That too."

Slowly grinning, you took his hand again as you turned to walk to your bedroom. "Come on then."

He grinned as he happily followed you and grinned even wider as you climbed into bed and laid yourself naturally in his arms.

Bringing the blankets tight around you, he held you close, gently rubbing circles into your arm as he held you. He stared up at your ceiling for a few moments as he felt sleepiness starting to take over.

"This is how it was always supposed to be."

You felt yourself drifting as you smiled softly, nodding as you cuddling more into his embrace. "I think so too."

Pressing a kiss to your head, he rested his head back and closed his eyes. Everything felt right, finally.

As he started to drift to sleep, he thought back on all the times the two of you missed each other during the first snow. He couldn’t help but wonder if it was really fate keeping you away from each other, or if it was fate that was trying so hard to bring you together.

xx End xx

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The Nurse

Hyunjae x Female Reader

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Genre: RomCom, Fluff

Summary: While ice skating Lee Jaehyun slips and sprains his wrist. After being transported to the hospital he meets a nurse. A very pretty nurse.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 3302

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Hyunjae had no idea how he’d been roped into this.

“It’s the holidays!” Sangyeon had said with that big, hopeful grin. “You’ve got to do something festive, Hyunjae!”

“Yeah,” Changmin had added with a teasing smirk. “Sitting at home binge-watching dramas does not count as festive.”

Chanhee, the practical one of the group, had already booked the tickets. “We’re going ice skating. It’ll be fun. And if you break something, it’s your fault for being clumsy.”

And that’s how Hyunjae found himself wobbling across the ice, his arms flailing like a newborn deer.

“Guys,” he called out, voice wavering. “I think I’m getting the hang of this!”

“No, you’re not!” Sangyeon shouted back, laughing as he effortlessly glided past him.

“Try not to die!” Changmin added, doing a playful spin.

Chanhee, skating backward like a show-off, raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I give him five more minutes.”

Hyunjae grumbled, determined to prove them wrong. He pushed off harder, his confidence soaring as he actually managed to move without tripping over his own feet. But then, out of nowhere, a tiny child zoomed past him at lightning speed, causing him to panic and lose his balance.

Before he could fully process what was happening, his skates slipped out from under him. He flailed wildly, arms reaching for anything to stop his fall, but gravity had other plans.

“Hyunjae, no!” Sangyeon yelled, reaching out too late.

With an ungraceful thud, Hyunjae hit the ice. His right hand took the brunt of the impact, and pain shot through his wrist like a lightning bolt.

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“I told you this would happen,” Chanhee muttered as they sat in the waiting room of the hospital’s urgent care center.

Hyunjae cradled his wrist, trying to look less miserable than he felt. “I think it’s just a sprain.”

“Let’s hope so,” Sangyeon said, patting his shoulder. “You’re too young to be this accident-prone.”

“Not to mention, this is so embarrassing,” Changmin chimed in with a grin. “Who gets injured doing holiday activities? It’s literally the most wholesome thing ever.”

Hyunjae was about to retort when a nurse entered the room, clipboard in hand. “Lee Jaehyun?”

The voice caught him off guard—not because of what it said, but how it sounded. Soft, clear, and with a hint of amusement. He looked up to see a young woman in scrubs standing by the doorway, her name tag reading Y/N L/N.

For a moment, Hyunjae forgot about the pain in his wrist.

“Come on,” Y/N said with a small smile, motioning for him to follow. “Let’s take a look at that wrist of yours.”

“Go on, lover boy,” Chanhee whispered, earning a glare from Hyunjae.

He stood up, cheeks flushing slightly, and followed Y/N into the exam room.

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“So,” Y/N began as she carefully unwrapped the makeshift ice pack from Hyunjae’s wrist, “how did this happen?”

“Ice skating,” Hyunjae said sheepishly. “Turns out, I’m not very good at it.”

Y/N chuckled, the sound making his heart skip a beat. “You’re not the first, trust me. We get a lot of skating injuries around this time of year.”

She examined his wrist with gentle hands, her touch light but precise. Hyunjae tried not to wince too much, though it was hard to focus on the pain when she was standing so close.

“It’s swollen,” Y/N noted, grabbing a small flashlight to check for bruising. “But I don’t think it’s broken. We’ll get an X-ray just to be sure.”

“Cool, cool,” Hyunjae said, trying to sound nonchalant. “You, uh, do this a lot?”

Y/N glanced at him, her expression amused. “Take care of patients? Yeah, that’s kind of my job.”

“No, I mean…” Hyunjae trailed off, realizing how dumb he sounded. “Never mind.”

Y/N smirked but didn’t push him to explain. Instead, she finished her initial assessment and handed him a form to fill out while they waited for the X-ray technician.

“Someone will come get you in a few minutes,” she said, turning to leave.

“Wait,” Hyunjae blurted out before he could stop himself. “Are you—uh—are you working tomorrow? I mean, if I have to come back or something…”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly biting back a smile. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. For now, focus on not falling again.”

And with that, she walked out of the room, leaving Hyunjae staring after her like an idiot.

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When Hyunjae returned to his friends in the waiting area, they were all grinning like they knew something he didn’t.

“So?” Sangyeon asked. “How’s the wrist?”

“It’s fine,” Hyunjae mumbled, sinking into his chair. “Probably just a sprain.”

“And how’s Nurse Y/N?” Changmin teased, waggling his eyebrows.

Hyunjae shot him a glare. “She’s professional. And nice. That’s it.”

“Sure, sure,” Chanhee said, smirking. “But did you notice how hot she is?”

Hyunjae groaned, covering his face with his good hand. “You guys are the worst.”

Sangyeon laughed, clapping him on the back. “Hey, at least you got something good out of this disaster.”

Hyunjae rolled his eyes, but as his friends kept teasing him, he couldn’t help but think about Y/N’s smile. Maybe they weren’t entirely wrong.

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Hyunjae spent the rest of the evening nursing his pride almost as much as his wrist. The X-rays confirmed it was just a sprain, but that didn’t stop his friends from teasing him relentlessly.

“You should’ve seen yourself,” Chanhee said, doubling over with laughter as they sat around Sangyeon’s living room. “You looked like a baby deer on ice.”

“Very festive, though,” Changmin added, grinning. “Like a reindeer. Just, you know, clumsier.”

Hyunjae rolled his eyes, throwing a pillow in their general direction. “You guys are the worst.”

“I don’t know,” Sangyeon said with a sly smile. “That nurse seemed to think you were pretty charming.”

That got their attention.

“She was just doing her job,” Hyunjae said quickly, but his ears turned pink, betraying him.

“Oh, come on,” Chanhee said, narrowing his eyes. “You were totally into her.”

“Guys,” Hyunjae groaned, leaning back on the couch. “Drop it.”

But even as they moved on to other topics, Hyunjae couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N. Her easy smile, the way her eyes crinkled slightly when she laughed, the calm confidence in her movements as she took care of him.

Yeah, he was screwed.

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Two days later, Hyunjae found himself back at the hospital for a follow-up appointment.

“You’re back!” Y/N said as she walked into the room, clipboard in hand. She looked surprised but not displeased to see him.

“Yeah,” Hyunjae said, his heart doing a weird little flip. “Apparently, I’m supposed to be ‘monitored for improvement.’ Or something.”

Y/N chuckled, setting her clipboard down. “Let me guess. Dr. Kim’s orders?”

He nodded. “She’s thorough.”

“She is,” Y/N agreed. “But don’t worry. I’ll make this quick and painless.”

She gently took his wrist, checking the swelling and testing his range of motion. Hyunjae tried to focus on anything but the way her touch sent a jolt of electricity up his arm.

“You’re healing well,” Y/N said, scribbling something down on her clipboard. “Just keep icing it and avoid any more skating adventures.”

“No promises,” Hyunjae said, grinning.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “I mean it. If you end up back here, I might have to charge you for wasting my time.”

“Harsh,” Hyunjae said, feigning a wounded expression. “And here I thought we were becoming friends.”

Y/N laughed softly. “You’re charming, I’ll give you that. But I think you might be a little too clumsy to keep up with me.”

“Ouch,” Hyunjae said, placing a hand over his heart. “That’s cold, Nurse Y/N.”

She shrugged, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Just calling it like I see it.”

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Over the next couple of weeks, Hyunjae found excuses to drop by the hospital more often than strictly necessary.

“Hey, I just wanted to double-check that I’m doing this wrist exercise thing right,” he said one day, even though Dr. Kim had already explained it to him in excruciating detail.

Y/N gave him a knowing look but didn’t call him out on it. “Let’s see.”

Another time, he showed up with a box of chocolates. “Just a little thank-you gift for taking such good care of me.”

“Bribery,” Y/N said, shaking her head but accepting the chocolates anyway.

His friends noticed, of course.

“Are you serious?” Sangyeon asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re pretending to need medical advice just to see her?”

“Desperate,” Chanhee said, smirking.

“I think it’s kind of romantic,” Changmin chimed in.

“It’s not like that,” Hyunjae protested, but the pink tint to his ears gave him away.

Sure, he could argue that he was just being friendly, but deep down, he knew the truth. He wanted to see Y/N. He wanted to make her laugh, to hear her teasing remarks, to see if maybe—just maybe—she felt the same spark he did.

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One day, as Hyunjae sat in the waiting room, fiddling with his phone, he overheard Y/N talking to a colleague.

“So, how’s that guy who keeps coming in with the sprained wrist?” the colleague asked, her voice amused.

“He’s harmless,” Y/N said, laughing softly. “Honestly, it’s kind of cute how much effort he’s putting in.”

Hyunjae froze, his heart pounding. Cute?

He couldn’t decide if he was embarrassed or thrilled. Maybe a little of both.

When Y/N came out to greet him, her expression was as professional as ever, but he thought he caught a flicker of warmth in her eyes.

“Back again?” she said, crossing her arms.

“What can I say?” Hyunjae said, flashing her his best smile. “I can’t stay away.”

For the first time, Y/N looked a little flustered. It was brief—a blink-and-you’d-miss-it moment—but it was enough to give Hyunjae hope.

Maybe he wasn’t as hopeless as his friends thought.

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Hyunjae didn’t think it was possible to spend so much time debating with himself over six words.

“Will you go out with me?”

It seemed so simple when Sangyeon suggested it—“Just ask her! What’s the worst that could happen?”—but now, sitting in the hospital parking lot with his sprained wrist officially healed, Hyunjae felt like a nervous wreck. He’d already seen Y/N twice this week for follow-ups, and each time, he left more smitten than before.

The idea of asking her out was terrifying, yet there was a voice in the back of his head urging him on. His mom’s words, casually spoken over the phone the night before, echoed in his mind.

“She sounds like a nice girl,” his mom had said after he told her about Y/N. “I think you two would make a cute couple.”

Cute couple. Sure. If he ever managed to string a sentence together in front of her that didn’t sound like a middle school crush.

Finally, with a deep breath, Hyunjae got out of his car and headed inside.

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Y/N was at the station when he walked in, typing something on her tablet. She looked up as he approached, her eyes lighting up the way they always did when she saw him.

“Hyunjae,” she said with a warm smile. “Back again?”

“Hey, Nurse Y/N,” he greeted, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. “You’ll miss me when I stop showing up.”

Y/N laughed softly. “You’re assuming I don’t already.”

Her words caught him off guard, and he blinked. Was she teasing? He couldn’t tell.

“I was actually hoping to talk to you,” Hyunjae said, shifting his weight nervously.

Y/N tilted her head, her smile still in place. “Sure. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Hyunjae said quickly. “Better than fine, actually. My wrist is all good, so I won’t need any more appointments.”

“That’s great!” Y/N said, genuinely happy for him. “You must be relieved.”

“I am,” Hyunjae said, then hesitated. Now or never. “But, uh, I was wondering if—well, if you’d maybe want to go out with me sometime?”

Y/N blinked, clearly caught off guard. For a moment, Hyunjae thought he’d made a huge mistake. But then, a slow, surprised smile spread across her face.

“Are you asking me on a date, Hyunjae?”

“I am,” he said, his voice steady despite the butterflies in his chest. “Unless you’re about to tell me it’s against hospital policy.”

Y/N laughed. “No, it’s not against policy. But you know I’m going to hold you to ridiculously high standards, right? I don’t just go out with anyone.”

“That’s fair,” Hyunjae said, grinning. “I’ll do my best not to embarrass myself.”

Y/N looked at him for a moment, as if deciding something. Then she nodded. “Okay. You’ve got yourself a date.”

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The following weekend, Hyunjae waited outside a small café, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. When Y/N arrived, wearing a casual yet effortlessly stylish outfit, he realized he had absolutely no chance of playing it cool.

“Hi,” she said with a smile, her cheeks slightly pink.

“Hey,” Hyunjae said, opening the door for her. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

The café was warm and cozy, with soft music playing in the background. They ordered coffee and pastries, then sat near the window, the conversation flowing easily.

Hyunjae learned that Y/N had always wanted to be a nurse, even as a kid, and that she loved cheesy rom-coms as much as he did, though she claimed she only watched them ironically.

“You’re not fooling me,” Hyunjae said, leaning back in his chair. “You totally cried during The Notebook.”

“First of all,” Y/N said, pointing her fork at him, “everyone cries during The Notebook. Second, if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it.”

Hyunjae laughed, feeling more at ease than he had in ages. Y/N had a way of making him feel like he could just be himself, no pretenses or bravado.

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Hyunjae had always been good at overthinking. It was practically a skill at this point, honed from years of imagining worst-case scenarios and planning for disasters that never came. But as he stood outside Y/N’s apartment building, bouquet in hand, he realized that this time, he wasn’t nervous.

For once, his mind was clear.

The past few weeks had been nothing short of amazing. Each date with Y/N felt like peeling back another layer, discovering something new and wonderful about her. And the best part? She seemed to feel the same way about him.

“Relax, man,” Sangyeon had told him that morning over coffee. “Just tell her how you feel. She already likes you. What’s the worst that could happen?”

For once, Hyunjae actually believed him.

He knocked on Y/N’s door, the bouquet shaking slightly in his hand. When the door opened, Y/N stood there, her usual smile lighting up her face. She was wearing a casual dress that made her look effortlessly beautiful, and Hyunjae couldn’t help but stare for a second too long.

“Hey,” she said, her tone playful. “Were you planning to just stand there all night?”

Hyunjae blinked, snapping out of his trance. “Sorry. You look…amazing.”

“Thanks,” Y/N said, stepping aside to let him in. Her eyes fell on the flowers in his hand. “Are those for me?”

“Yeah,” Hyunjae said, handing them to her. “I figured you deserved something as pretty as you.”

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes but clearly pleased. “Cheesy, but I’ll take it. Let me put these in some water.”

As she disappeared into the kitchen, Hyunjae sat on the couch, his heart pounding in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. This was it. The moment he’d been waiting for.

When Y/N returned, she sat down beside him, her expression soft. “You okay? You seem…different today.”

Hyunjae took a deep breath, turning to face her. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Y/N’s smile faltered slightly, her brows knitting together. “Okay. What’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he began, his voice steady despite the nerves bubbling in his chest. “And I realized something. Every time I see you, it feels like the best part of my day. You make me laugh, you make me feel comfortable, and…you make me want to be better. I guess what I’m trying to say is…I like you. A lot.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, her lips parting as if she were about to speak, but Hyunjae held up a hand.

“Wait, let me finish,” he said, his cheeks flushing. “I know this might be a little fast, and if you’re not ready, that’s totally fine. But I think my mom was right.”

Y/N blinked. “Your mom?”

Hyunjae nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “She said we’d make a cute couple. And now, standing here, I think she was right.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spread across her face.

“Your mom sounds pretty wise,” she said softly.

Hyunjae chuckled, relief washing over him. “She is. But I’m starting to think you’re even wiser.”

Y/N shook her head, laughing lightly. “You’re such a dork.”

“Maybe,” Hyunjae admitted, grinning. “But I’m your dork. If you’ll have me.”

Y/N didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, her hand lingering on his shoulder.

“I guess I can live with that,” she said, her voice teasing but her eyes warm.

Hyunjae felt his heart soar, his grin widening as he leaned back, finally letting himself relax. For the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right.

And as they sat there, the world outside fading away, Hyunjae couldn’t help but think that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

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[kcake555]

Hyunjae cake 🍰

the boyz

[mars101]

Haunted To Meet You

☆ PAIRING/S = burglar!hyunjae x spirit!reader

☆ GENRE = angst, absolutely ZERO romance, uhm spooky (not but the setting is ig)

☆ WARNINGS = hyunjae breaks into a manor, and steals, and doesn't get caught. you're already dead, uhm reader gets played kinda?? (sorry..)

☆ WORD COUNT = 1.6k

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★ SYNOPSIS = after a successful break in at the empty manor in the forest, hyunjae not only steals precious valuables but also the heart of a lost spirit

★ RELEASE DATE = 11.01.24 (idc if its a day late from halloween.)

★ AUTHOR’S WELCOME = happy halloween season ! (NOT) who's ready to watch mars disappear for months again??? ok have fun i love yall

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Hyunjae was rich. Not in the conventional way, though, as he robbed people. Rich or poor, it didn't matter to him as long as he could make a profit. And he wasn't the only one in his friend group to hurt innocent people, too. Crypto scams, conning, fraud, cyber crimes, and even flat-out identity theft were an easy way for the friends to live the life they always wanted.

But even if you're in a group of intelligent people, you're still with a group of men. Which is why Hyunjae found himself at the abandoned manor in the woods during late October. A bet caused Hyunjae and Eric to compete on who can bring the most valuable objects out without getting spooked.

“Get ready to watch the footage of you losing later, Hyunjae~” Eric says, pointing a finger in front of the other male’s face as his other hand connects his stolen Meta Ray-Ban glasses to his phone. “Alright boys, you’re watching the winners' pov right now, it’s me, Eric! Ready to—”

“We can all hear you Eric…” A voice comes through an earpiece the two have in to hear the others and the rules for the bet. “Anyways.. you’ve got an hour and a half. No running off, no stealing what the other had already claimed, and yeah. 1,2,3 go-” At the sudden countdown, the two men quickly bolted to the manor’s entrance. Hyunjae deciding to open the front doors by giving it a few hard kicks while Eric uses a random rock to break the fragile windows.

When the door was forced open, it was like a cool gust of air engulfed Hyunjae's body as he took in the sight of the dark and grand interior. “You have a flashlight, right?” Hyunjae asks the man jumping through the window before taking out his own flashlight. Eric doesn’t reply, but instead, he pulls out a flashlight and quickly flashes the bright light in Hyunjae’s eyes. “See you around.. or not!” he grins before running off to a random corridor.

Opposite to Eric’s instincts to explore everything, Hyunjae takes his time to look around the entrance, taking notice of the many paintings that lead to the staircase in the middle of the place. But a few old paintings wasn’t going to satisfy his need to find a more valuable object. This is why he found himself following the wind blowing through the front door (and Eric’s window) heading up the grand staircase.

A creak on each step made Hyunjae more aware of his surroundings, the flashlight in his hands now being moved from side to side quickly than before. The closer he got to the second floor, the more uneased he felt. There was a chill running through his back, the hair on his arms were starting to stick up, and a faint whisper was heard in his ear. Usual factors when walking through an abandoned building but it’s different as Hyunjae has never experienced this, but also, there’s a visible silhouette among the shadows beckoning him down the never-ending hallway.

“Holy shit- Hello??” Hyunjae calls out to the figure as he blinks his eyes open and close again and again, hoping that it's just a figure of his imagination. In response to his hello, Hyunjae watches as the figure walks towards a room in the empty hall. The slightly ajar door starts to slowly creak open as the figure floats past it. “Oh my god, are you kidding me? Why does it have to be me?” he mumbles as the voices in his ear (the guys) get louder.

‘follow it!’

‘say hi’

‘this guy thinks he's the main character.. ’

The buzzing of the constant voices coming through makes Hyunjae irritated. To the point where he pulls out the earpiece in frustration and shoves the tiny electronic in his pocket. Grumbles of mumbles leave his mouth as he walks down the hallway. His eyes try not to look into the room the figure went into, but when he walks by the door opens wider, as if it's welcoming him in.

With the sight of the dark curtains draped over the grand windows and numerous white cloths covering furniture, his head is saying not to go in. But his heart is pounding against his chest at the idea of what he’ll find. Hyunjae steps closer to the doorway, his feet having a mind of their own as they lead him into the room.

Once both of his feet are planted inside of the room, he freezes. Instantly, he feels the chill run down his back again. As if a hand was trailing down his spine. His eyes dart around the room, he's too anxious to look behind him so he tries to find comfort in what's in front of him, and he does.

All of the nerves on his body leave him as soon as he takes sight of the pendants and jewels by the window. His shoulders that felt like they had the weight of a hundred men are now as light as a feather as he ignores everything else around him and makes his way torwards the windowsill.

A breathy ‘holy shit’ leaves his mouth as Hyunjae's eyes look over the gems. Some pieces are broken off from each other or cracked. But the value of them are still there. Out of all the pieces, one pendant stands out from the rest. A red oval-cut ruby that shines with the moonlight seeping through the window's curtains.

“Beautiful, isn't it?”

Hyunjae looks beside him and jumps as the ghastly figure takes form beside him. The slightly misty air slowly conjures itself into the shape of a person. The figure takes no mind to Hyunjae's reaction as their fingers ghost over the pendant's gem.

“When I was alive, it was a gift from my father.. He said it's as beautiful as the heart inside of me.” The figure whispers out into the atmosphere. With the sign of no malicious intent from the ghost, Hyunjae comes closer to the windowsill, his hands hovering over the many jewels and stopping above the ghost's ‘heart’.

“So you're dead.? Why are you still here? In this.. dark and scary manor..” Hyunjae asks, his eyes never leaving the ‘heart’.

“I'm trapped.”

“Trapped?”

Hyunjae finally takes one look at the ghost and notices the sad look that fills the apparition's eyes. “Trapped in the manor?”

“Not only that.. But my soul's in there.” The ghost softly points a finger to the pendant. Hyunjae's finger gets cold as the spirit's own finger gets closer. “All of the other pendants are broken because everyone else was able to escape. I'm the only one left..”

“Ohh..” His hands pick up the pendant, playing with it in his hand. “So, how would you be able to escape?”

“The other's dissappeared when their pendant was either cracked or broken. So maybe if!-”

“I would have to break this?” The spirit nods at Hyunjae's words. “Me? Break this beautiful, expensive jewel..?” His hand pockets the pendant before moving to grab all of the other broken gems on the windowsill.

“If I break it the full value would be lost, wouldn't it? I'd definitely win a million with a Jewel like this.”

“What?!-”

“Hyunjae!! Put the ear piece on!! Times up-” Eric yells out from the bottom floor, interrupting the ghost.

The male taps a finger on his ear to tease the ghost, “Sounds like I've got to go. Maybe next time.” All fear that Hyunjae felt when he stepped in was lost as he realized how harmless the manor’s spirit was. The usual confidence that he has fills the man's body as he walks out the room backwards, winking at the spirit fading away in anger.

As he walks back down the stairs, hands grab and pull at the bag on his arm but he doesn't care. “Eric!” Hyunjae hops off the last two steps, he quickly reaches the younger male who's holding three of the big paintings.

Eric does a little spin with the paintings on him, “Like my finds? You look like you're missing a few things”

Hyunjae taps on his bag, the movement of the jewels making a rattling sound, before his hands start to ruffle Eric’s hair, “All in this bag, let's go and see what the guys think.” He leads the way out of the manor, despite the october weather the outside is warm compared to the building.

“Dude- I'm so disappointed.. I didn't see any spirits at all.”

“I did. It was very, disappointing though..”

☆★☆ AUTHOR’S GOODBYE = IDC IF IT SUCKS I HAVE NO YIME NO FREE TIME I HAVE TOO MUCH AP LITERATURE WORK TOO MUCH HTML WORK TOO MUCH STATS WORK TOO MUCH STUFF TO DO AHHHHHHHHHH I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HAVE NO TIME AND I TOLD SOMEONE I THINK THEYRE ATTRACTIVE YESTERDAY AND IM STILL LEFT WITH NO ANSWER WTFFFFFFFFFFFFD AHHHHHHHHHQHSHJAJAJABDHAJAHA GET OUT GET OUT GET OUTTTTTTT

☆★☆ TAGLIST = @sanasour, @boomhoon, @loonaluvz, @deoboyznet

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Skatepark

Summary: Your boyfriends pick you up from your bakery to go to the skatepark together. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

TW: Skateboarding Injuries (cleaning wounds & blood)

Word Count: 2,566

Accountant! Hyunjae X Baker! Reader X Skate Shop Owner! Eric (Milric) 

[A/n: So, Eric posted some photos from the US tour on 7/31 (which I bawled to but vv unrelated) and saw Eric looking like a skater dude next to Hyunjae who looked like he worked a high-paying office job on the curb. And originally, it was just a little silly thing for me to dream up to Kebbi about two of her biases. And I made the reader a baker bc that was fun. And if it wasn’t for her bringing up baker! Younghoon. This idea might have not made it outside of our chat. So, a very special credit and thank you to @jinkoh for inspiring the fic and helping further it.]

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Younghoon looks up from the counter he's wiping down when the bell rings above the door. He looks over and sees Hyunjae and Eric walking over. He gives them a big smile as he throws the rag over his shoulder, “Oh! (Y/n)'s in the back making blueberry muffins! But I'll let them know you're here!” They both nod as he heads to the back, where you’re setting the last wrapper into the pan. You tell yourself, “Okay, last pan!” as you start pouring the batter into each tin when Younghoon goes, “Hey, your boys are here.” Your eyes widen with excitement as you quickly scrape the bowl with the spatula. “Really?!” He laughs, “Yeah.” You put the bowl down, “Can you tell them I'll be just a moment? I gotta switch the muffins around.” He nods and leaves. You get an oven mitt, grab the cooked muffins, and put them on the counter before setting the last tray in the spot it left. You pick up the hot tray off the counter and put it on the rack before removing the oven mitt and washing your hands. You wipe your hands dry before retiring your apron, leaving the kitchen. 

As you come through the swinging doors, you ask, “Younghoon?” And he perks up, “Yeah?” “You can take care of the muffins, right?” “Of course!” “And then after the last one goes on the rack-” He cuts you off, “I get to close the shop?” You roll your eyes as you nod, “Make sure they all head into the cooler before you leave, okay?” “Alright, now shoo before they eat all of our honey lemon cookies!” You look over to see your two lovers eating two cookies each. You laugh before grabbing yourself two. Before walking out from behind the counter and wishing Younghoon a good day. You join your lovers, “Okay, where are we off to?” Eric grabs your hand eagerly, and in between bites, he says, “To the skate park!” Hyunjae holds Eric’s hand, guiding you three to his car as you eat your cookies. You brush off the crumbs before getting in and sitting in the passenger seat, knowing full well that Eric was going to sprawl out with his skateboard next to him. And sure enough, you watch as he does in the rearview. You buckle in as Hyunjae shifts into drive, pulling out of the parallel parking spot. You ask Hyunjae, “So, how’s corporate?” He grins, “It was an easy day for once!” Eric gasps, “No way!” He nods, “Yeah, I got to sit back and stare at my computer all day.” And Hyunjae asks you how the bakery was, “Well, I was mainly just making muffins today for Muffin Monday.” You can hear Eric’s excitement before you see it, “Any mango?” “Have you checked the fridge?” He gasps, “Really?” “Yeah, I made a special batch for the three of us the day before.” Hyunjae looks back in the rearview mirror at him, “You didn’t eat one of yours yet?” He pouts, “No, I had to run to the skate shop... Haknyeon lost his key. So, I didn’t even have time to check the fridge.” You smile, “That means we all get mango muffins for dessert!” He grins, and you ask him how his work was, “It was easy, just mainly kids coming in for new wheels today.” You scoff, “Really? You guys had such easy jobs today.” Hyunjae instantly retorts, “As if making muffins isn’t the easiest for you…” You laugh as you surrender. 

Hyunjae parks the car, and the three of you get out, “Do either of you want to skate today?” You shake your head, “I’m whooped from muffin making.” And he nods, but Hyunjae goes, “Yeah, only if you skate with me!” Eric grins, “This is why I always come prepared!” He pulls out a second board, handing Hyunjae his spare before grabbing his hand and rushing them into the park together. You shake your head at them, the two always eager to play. You sit on the bench and watch as Eric helps Hyunjae get into all his gear before Eric puts only a helmet on. And you listen, “You remember what I taught you, right?” Hyunjae nods and gets on the board with ease. Eric encourages him, and they both wave goodbye to you before heading over to the bowl. You watch them drop in, with Hyunjae letting out a little yelp as he does. The two carve around the bowl while you stretch out, letting your joints finally rest after continuously using them for the past six hours. 

While Hyunjae is still rocking in the bowl, Eric pops out and skates over to you, making a quick stop in front of you. “Do you want anything, babe?” You smile, “A water would be nice.” He smiles as he skates over to the vending machine and gets you one. He returns, kicking up his board and sitting beside you to watch Hyunjae skate, “Here you go~” “Thanks, love.” He gives you a kiss, and you two talk for a second. When you hear a little shout of, “Er-Eric!” You peek over and see Hyunjae struggling to get the momentum up again to pop out of the bowl, and you both let out a little laugh. Before Eric goes, “Duty calls!” You shake your head as Eric raises his hand to the sky as if he’s the skateboarding superman and drops in. You peer over to watch him help Hyunjae get the speed back up and help him out of the bowl before popping back onto his board. 

When Hyunjae shakily makes it out of the bowl, you pat the bench, “Come on, you deserve it…” He laughs as he removes his gear before falling onto the bench beside you. After you take another sip of your water, you ask, “Water?” He hums and takes the bottle from you before drinking some. He puts it on the ground for the two of you, and you both watch Eric. “You did well in the bowl this time!” He grins, “I’m improving.” You hum, “I think so.” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to practice that new trick you mastered.” 

“You mean the Ollie?” 

“Yeah.” 

“It’s so fun, but I’m too tired, honey.” 

“Promise us, we’ll see you be cool next time?” 

“Promise.” 

When another voice from beside you say, “We’re holding you to that!” That’s when you see Eric standing beside the two of you. “How did you get here so quietly?” He smirks, “I’m a pro.” You laugh, “I guess so. But I promise.” And the two of them grin and tell you, “Good.” Eric smiles and goes, “Okay, now you guys gotta watch~” You both nod and watch as he heads to the other side of the skatepark, hops up onto a rail, gliding across it. And when it ends, he lands a flip off of it. Hyunjae mutters, “He’s so cool…” You laugh as you agree, “He is.” 

You watch as he heads to the cloverleaf bowl, his favorite. He blows you each a kiss and waits for you two to catch and keep them before dropping in, causing you both to giggle. You watch as he comes back up, doing a 180° turn. He picks up speed and skates around the edge of the cloverleaf. His grin makes you both happy as he rides around before heading back into it. He pops out and lands an ollie before skating along the edge of another piece of concrete and pop shoves off of it. 

You lean your head against Hyunjae’s shoulder as you watch Eric skate around. And ask, “Did you get your lunch?” He kisses the top of your head before answering, “I never leave home without it.” “What did Eric write you?” And he sings, “Sting like a bee, honey~.” You both giggle, and he asks, “What about yours?” You laugh as you remember yours, “Make your treats full of love, love.” Which makes him laugh, and you ask, “Do you think Eric grabbed our lunch note?” Hyunjae hums and goes, “Let’s find out.” “Babe! What did our note say?!” And Eric skids to a halt as he grins, “Skate on, Babe!” You both grin, and he does too, before pushing off to continue skating around, using the empty park to his advantage. You three were the only ones at the park today, but considering it was an early afternoon on a Sunday, it wasn’t surprising. Hyunjae rests his arm around your shoulder as he watches, “I wonder if Eric will show us any new tricks today.” You hum, “Maybe?” You watch him do a few kickflips before he drops back into the cloverleaf. 

It all happens so fast. One second Eric’s up, catching his board in his hand with a giant grin on his face as he spins in the air. And the next, his board slips out from under his feet, and he starts falling without it. You both watch in horror as Eric lands on his side. Since you’re the only ones in the park, you both can hear the echo of his shirt ripping as he presumably skids down and his pained groans. You both spring into action, rushing over to the cloverleaf, and find Eric clutching his knee and arm. You call out, “Nothing broke!?” As Hyunjae slides down into the bowl. You hear his voice break as he answers, “No…” You nod, “I’m gonna get the car!” Hyunjae throws his key up to you. And you catch it and run over to the car, pulling it up to the gate that leads out. 

You pop open the back seat door, and while Hyunjae carries Eric over, you grab the two boards and water you three left behind. When you get back to the car, you put the boards on the passenger side floorboard before hopping into the front seat. You check the rearview mirror as you click your seatbelt in and see Eric’s face shoved into Hyunjae’s stomach as he cries. Your heart sinks as you get your mind into gear and quickly drive the three of you home. You get out first, opening Hyunjae’s door before going, “I’ll meet you two upstairs?” Hyunjae nods as he gathers Eric in his arms. You rush up the stairs and unlock your apartment door, leaving it unlocked so Hyunjae can easily open it. 

You get out the first aid kit and clean your hands, prepping for a bloody and crying Eric. It wasn’t often that he got injured since he’s been skating since he was a kid. But when he did, it was messy. And this time was no different. Hyunjae carries him into the bathroom, and you hear him softly coo, “It’s okay, babe…” He sets him on the bathroom counter, and you give him a small smile, “Let’s get you all cleaned up, babe…” He sniffles as his tears stream down his cheeks, and he nods. You peel his ruined shirt off, and he gasps from the sting, and you quickly apologize, “Sorry…” He nods, and thankfully it’s mostly surface level on his left upper arm. 

When you grab the disinfectant spray, he recoils, “It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You shake your head, “It never has before…” He gulps, “Positive?” You nod, and you spray it over his wound, and he winces even though it isn’t painful. You clean it up with some cotton pads, carefully go over the deeper cuts. You start bandaging him up, and he lets out a little sigh as you finish up. But as you go to clean his knee, his body shivers as he lets out a sob, and you look at him, “S-sorry. It just stung when you… when you moved the air in the room.” You nod, careful not to make another gust, “It’s okay, babe. No need to apologize. I’m going to spray your knee, okay?” He breathes in deeply, trying to control his tears as you spritz the disinfectant. You notice how deep it is and look up at him again. You ask, “Did you land mainly on your knee?” He nods and hisses as you wipe away the dried blood. And he's a bawling mess all over again as you patch him up. You look at Hyunjae and see him leaning against the doorway, watching you two. He gives you a fond smile as you clean Eric's wound, and you smile back over at him. You start dressing his wound and kiss Eric’s bandage knee. Hyunjae comes over and kisses Eric’s bandaged arm, “We gotta kiss it all better, right?” Eric sniffles, “Y-Yeah…” 

Hyunjae leaves the bathroom and comes back with a soft shirt and sweatpants. “You want help into them?” He nods, and you both carefully take off his shorts and help him into the soft sweatpants, careful not to rub against his newly bandaged knee. Hyunjae helps him slip the shirt over his head and carefully over his wrapped arm. When his fluffy head pops out, Hyunjae and you share a look before kissing his cheeks. And his ears turn red, and you tease, “Now you blush, babe?” He pouts and lets out another sniffle, and you both can’t help but kiss his pout away. “Would a mango muffin make you feel all better?” He sniffles before nodding, “That would be nice.” You both help him into the living room as he lets out little hisses of pain, walking over to the couch. You sit beside him as Hyunjae gets the muffins, and Eric cuddles up to you. 

Eric leans his head against your chest, letting out a sniffle. He says, “My left side hurts bad, love…” You gasp as you run your fingers through his hair, “Did you scrape that too?” He shakes his head, “No… just in general.” You sigh, “Oh… I know, babe.” You kiss the top of his head as Hyunjae returns, “A muffin for each of us~” You take yours, and Eric happily eats his with the mango juice Hyunjae got him. 

As the three of you finally relax, you idle into easy conversations. “You were so cute, blubbering with tears.” And Eric scoffs, “I was not crying.” You laugh, “Oh, you so were.” He shakes his head, “Nuh-huh.” Hyunjae smirks, ruffling Eric’s hair, “You’re cute when you cry~” And Eric pouts, “I wasn’t…” You both giggle at his antics. You place a kiss on his cheek while Hyunjae places a kiss on his forehead. He scoffs again and crosses his arms over his chest. The action causing him to hiss in pain, but you both knew what he wanted. So, you both roll your eyes at him, and you grab his chin and bring him into a kiss. He sighs in contentment, and you both break away before Hyunjae quickly cuts in, pulling Eric’s chin towards him to kiss. When they part, you pout, “Where’s my kiss… I haven’t gotten a real one all day...” And Hyunjae laughs at you before grasping your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. When you pull away, Eric’s pouting again, “I want my injury cuddles...” You both grin at your scraped up lover, and settle happily around him, careful to not brush against his scrapes. And he settles further into the couch cushions and into your guys’ comforting holds.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Somehow, he managed to get ahold of the rants you drafted in your emails to him… now he’s determined to eat your words (read: fuck you stupid). Pairing: Hyunjae x fem!reader Tropes: academic rivals au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, yn described as shorter than him Smut Warnings: arguing as foreplay, dirty talk, rough sex, wall sex, unprotected sex, degradation, god kink (not really, but Hyunjae is being cocky) Word Count: 1,572 Note: Thank you to @anyamaris for beta reading this! Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye February Filth Masterlist Before You Interact

Listen to ♡ Criminal by Taemin

“Fuck you,” you grit.

“Ask nicely, and maybe I will.” Hyunjae smirks at you.

“That’s not what I–” You cut yourself off with an exasperated sigh.

Hyunjae keeps that irritatingly hot smirk on his face. Yet again, he somehow scored barely higher than you on this exam. It shouldn’t matter anymore. You’re literally in university. The only reason grades should truly matter against another student’s grade is if you’re fighting for that Valedictorian place. In your case, you’ve been back and forth with Hyunjae for that position for the entirety of your educational life. No matter what you do, you always end up just slightly below him academically. It doesn’t help that he’s fucking gorgeous, either. Each time you see him, he enrages you, but some small piece of yourself also admires his appearance (even though you hate that you do it). 

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” He chuckles, walking backward toward the door.

“So you finally admit you think I’m cute.” You try to bite back.

He just scoffs and jerks his chin at you before backing out of the room. Knowing you got the last word of that exchange, a bit of pride swells in your chest. For some reason, your mind chooses to fixate on the fact that he called you cute. You hate him in every sense of the word, but still, your mind fixates there rather than the fact that you want to punch that annoyingly hot smirk off his face. 

There’s only one way that you can get all of your frustration regarding Hyunjae out of your system. Some of your friends call you an absolute dork for doing this, but it’s cathartic for you. The moment you get home, you pull up to your desk and pull up your email. This is what you do. You rant, chew him out in an email draft, and never send them. You can say whatever you want without repercussions for your actions. After all, you’re the only one seeing it.

You angrily type out an email; you’re not entirely processing what you’re typing. You press a few buttons to save it away in your drafts with the other ranting emails. With a huff, you push away from your desk and tidy your apartment. You and your roommates divided the chores by day, and it just so happened to be your day. You’re feeling a lot lighter about everything that happened earlier, dancing around the living room as you clean. Then a knock sounds on your front door. Clearly, it’s not one of your roommates, given that they’re knocking and not just walking in. 

Your eyebrows furrow together as you shuffle your way over to the door. You’re not expecting any guests; any deliveries you get go to the mail room, not your front door. You open the door and are met with the last person you want to see. Hyunjae is right outside your door waiting while tapping away on his phone.

“Why the fuck are you at my door?” You bite.

“Did you mean those things?”

Your stomach drops through your ass, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Are you serious?” Hyunjae scoffs, “You sent me a two-page email.”

Oh fuck.

In your anger, you must’ve accidentally sent the email rather than drafted it. While you don’t remember much of the rant you accidentally sent, you do remember mentioning some rather… impulsive thoughts you had. There was definitely something about wanting to get fucking him out of your system rather than letting these unwanted feelings stew inside you. You step aside and gesture for him to step inside. Usually, you would want anything else but for him to enter your space. If you were in his position, you’d want an explanation.

“Just tell me, did you mean what you wrote in that email?” He asks cautiously.

You just stare at him for a few moments, “Well…”

“Well, what?” He interrupts.

“Let me speak, damn it! You’re so fucking annoying–”

Hyunjae raises an eyebrow, “Annoying enough that you want to ‘kiss that smirk off my face,’ hmm?”

You feel your face grow hot at his comment. He steps closer to you, just barely invading your space. He raises a hand to your chin and tilts it so you’re looking right at him. You don’t have it in you to stop him anymore. His eyes search yours in a calculated way. He’s checking to ensure you’re not uncomfortable and trying to find the fastest way to break you.

“Answer me.” He threatens lowly.

“I– I want–”

“Hmm? What is it? Maybe this is why I’m always beating you; you can’t articulate yourself.” He taunts.

“Want you to fuck me.” You finally admit.

Hyunjae drops his hand to your wrist, holding it, and tugs you against his body. He has your arm pinned behind your back. Before you can think or react, his lips are pressed against yours in a harsh, heated kiss. You feel your knees buckle at the intensity. Had he not been holding your waist, you would’ve been on the floor.

“Where’s your room?” He asks, voice husky with need.

Your face is hardly separated from his as you respond, “This way.”

He lets you move your hand from behind you and lead him to your room. You hardly get the door shut before he has you pinned to your wall. Hyunjae lifts you by your waist and puts his arms under your knees. He grinds against you. You thank whatever intuition told you to wear loose, tiny lounge shorts and a cropped tank top to clean. The feeling of him grinding against you with just the barrier of your thin shorts and his pants is already enough to make you desperate. 

“Y-you could’ve just fucked me in the living room.” You say, trying to sound irritated with him.

Hyunjae chuckles at your comment, “You’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you? Let someone come home to see you being used like a common whore in your own home?”

He reaches for his pants and finally releases himself. He hooks his finger on the seat of your shorts a moment later and tugs them to the side. If you thought the feeling of him grinding against you a few moments ago was going to send you spiraling, feeling his bare cock against your soaked folds is even more drool-worthy. He pushes into you in one movement, making you let out a broken, breathy moan.

“Damn, you needed this, didn’t you? All that arguing gets you hot and bothered, huh? I bet you fuck yourself on your fingers after we argue every time. If that damn book you sent me testifies for anything, you’ve been fucking desperate for me for a while now.”

“J-Jae!” You moan, throwing your head back against the wall.

He fucks you so hard you can’t form any intelligent thought. He keeps spewing filthy statements at you. Your brain simply doesn’t comprehend anything he says. All you know is that you’re fucking loving it. You feel that familiar heat grows strong in your lower belly. You clench around him, which only drives him to fuck you harder.

“Hyunjae– I- fuck! Jae– cum– gonna–!” 

You know you don’t make any sense, but you’re sure that was also his goal.

“You wanna cum? How cute.” He teases, “You cum when I tell you to.”

“Please, please, please! Jae, please!”

Hyunjae marks up your neck with bites and hickeys, completely ignoring your pleas. His thrusts are aggressive and fast. Each time he pushes back into you, your ass bounces off the wall. Surely, there’s going to be a bruise on your tailbone later, but you can’t find it in you to care. You cling to him, hoping he’ll let you cum soon. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving small crescent shapes there. 

“Cum.” He practically growls.

That’s all the permission you need. You let your orgasm burn through you. It feels like you may have ascended or seen God.

“Oh my god! Fuck, oh god!”

“That right, I’m your god.”

His cocky comments typically make your body fill with rage. Now, though, it only makes you want him more. His thrusts grow faster still, and he pulls out and cums against your belly. A few little spurts land on your shirt, but you couldn’t care less. You’re completely sated, and all you can think about is how badly you want more of him. Hyunjae carefully places you on your bed, tucking himself back in his pants before wiping his cum off your belly.

“You okay?” He asks, genuinely concerned.

“Y-yeah… not that it should really matter to you.” You pout without realizing it.

He sits beside your lounging form, “I just fucked you really rough. I would need to be a real asshole to leave you alone after.”

“We hate each other.”

Hyunjae lifts your lower legs and places them in his lap. He gently massages your leg. The gesture is sweet, almost as if he really did want to take care of you. His gaze is gentle, borderline sweet. You shift under his gaze, unsure what to make of it.

“Sweetheart, let’s be honest.” He starts, “The line between love and hate is so fine, especially for us. It’s almost nonexistent.”

“Hyunjae?” You question, unsure how to react still.

He squeezes your calf before speaking again, “We don’t hate each other, do we?”

“Maybe we don’t.”

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[wolvesland]

─── 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐄 ֪

→ Lee Hyunjae x Leitora

→ Palavras: 1k

AVISOS: smut, headcanon, linguagem obscena, masturbação, sexo oral, sexo desprotegido, sexo no chuveiro, uso de brinquedos, hyunjae com desejo sexual, cuidados posteriores, tudo é consensual.

📌 ps:. sempre use camisinha, se proteja, se cuide, é a sua saúde que está em jogo.

📌 masterlist

© all rights reserved by @everykebbie

© tradução (pt/br) by @wolvesland

Hyunjae é um homem desesperado, e por desesperado quero dizer que ele quer fazer você gozar todos os dias, mais do que realmente quer transar com você.

Ele prefere te acordar com a cabeça entre suas pernas, com o rosto enterrado ali, enquanto lhe dá o primeiro orgasmo do dia, o primeiro de muitos. Ele passaria os braços ao redor de suas pernas para a puxar para perto, de modo que pudesse sentir o gosto da sua boceta, com o nariz batendo suavemente no seu clitóris, antes de mergulhar a língua na sua entrada e ouvi-la gemer o nome dele. O som é tão bonito no seus lábios que o estimula a continuar naquelas manhãs sonolentas em que o sol brilha sobre seu rosto e há um sorriso singelo em seus belos lábios, assim ele a devora como se fosse sua última refeição.

Logo depois é hora do café da manhã e você estava cozinhando ovos usando apenas a camiseta branca dele, talvez você tenha se esquecido de colocar a calcinha imediatamente, e ele está lá. Esfregando o pau dele contra a sua bunda enquanto você faz ovos mexidos, ou até mesmo ovos estrelados. As mãos dele agarram a sua cintura, te atraindo para ele, enquanto ele praticamente bate o pau nas suas costas com um gemido abafado no seu pescoço.

— Hyunjae... – Você geme, com os olhos se fechando um pouco diante do delicado arrastar do pênis dele entre as suas nádegas.

Os dedos dele avançam entre as suas coxas e entram lentamente dentro da sua entrada, apontando perfeitamente para o seu ponto doce especial, que ele mira repetidamente até que você se agarre à bancada gemendo. Os dedos longos e finos dele aumentam o ritmo, adicionando um segundo, ou até um terceiro para esticar você com facilidade. Hyunjae te abre com movimentos de tesoura, como se quisesse colocar o pênis dentro de você, mas não o faz. Ele não se importa com isso, pois isso pode acontecer mais tarde. E quando ele sente suas coxas apertando a mão dele, ele ri.

— Obrigado, querida. – Ele murmura em seu ouvido antes de te deixar na cozinha para relaxar enquanto terminava o café da manhã, não antes de lamber seus fluidos dos dedos dele, é claro!

Ele saí para treinar, trabalhar ou qualquer outra coisa, mas se estiver se sentindo muito atrevido, pediria que você mantivesse o vibrador bluetooth dentro da sua buceta pelo tempo que ele quisesse e quem é você para negar a vontade do seu amor, que está tão desesperado para fazer você se sentir tão bem, com os olhos arregalados e os lábios perfeitos fazendo beicinho. Então você cede, não é como se você fosse fazer muito hoje até Hyunjae chegar em casa.

Enquanto você lava a roupa, o vibrador ganha vida quando ele o liga em uma configuração lenta, enquanto faz seus alongamentos ou reuniões matinais. É o suficiente para que você se sinta confortável, mas também carente, com sua buceta dolorida, mas isso não acontece até que você esteja deitada no sofá gemendo o nome dele enquanto ele te excita, mesmo que ele não esteja na sala. A ideia de que você estava se soltando onde quer que esteja em sua casa, por causa dele o deixa com tanto tesão que ele quase bate uma punheta no banheiro.

Na hora do almoço, ele chega em casa e facilmente a encontra no sofá, meio adormecida por causa de um cochilo, ele acaricia você por alguns instantes antes de pegar o vibrador e o tirar de você, antes de esfregar o pênis duro na sua buceta pulsante, com a ponta vermelha e furiosa, com vontade de preenchê-la. Talvez ele transasse com você assim, deitados no sofá, com o suéter, ou a calça até a metade das coxas, enquanto puxa sua legging, ou short jeans para transar com você como se fosse sua última missão.

E você adora isso, gemendo e se agarrando a ele enquanto ele a fode nessa posição estranha, mas ele ainda faz com que funcione enquanto te fode até que você finalmente chegue ao limite.

— Boa menina, minha boa menina. – Ele murmura enquanto a preenche tão bem que a deixa atordoada e feliz.

— Você é doido, louco por sexo, sabia? – Você murmura antes de beijar os lábios dele e permanecer em seu abraço por mais tempo antes de se levantar para procurar o almoço. — Mas eu amo você.

Você sussurra, beijando todo o rosto dele.

À noite, ele estava cozinhando na cozinha, você chega nele com a mão passando pelas costas dele e Hyunjae estava tão excitado por você que se inclina desesperado para trás em seu abraço, num estante delicado e antes que a mão dele leve a sua até a protuberância dele, você mesmo o faz.

— Você já está duro? Bebê carente. – Você fala antes de beijar a bochecha dele e vai ajudá-lo com o jantar.

Ele tenta se controlar, mas a maior parte da noite acaba com o jantar terminado e a cabeça dele entre as suas pernas, novamente persuadindo a dar mais uma dose antes de levá-la para a cama.

Não vai parar por aí, ele vai te foder suave e lentamente, finalmente tão doce e adorável, mesmo que por um tempo, enquanto segura suas mãos nas dele e atinge seu ponto ideal, fazendo sua buceta jorrar e se apertar em torno do pau dele.

— Goza pra mim, querida. Vá em frente, por favor, você merece. — Ele gemia em seu pescoço como se você fosse uma princesa, ou uma rainha, mas para Hyunjae você é.

É a rainha dele.

Então você goza, talvez ele faça você esguichar por todos os lençóis, enquanto ele goza dentro novamente. Seus fluidos manchando os lençóis e o abdômen dele, enquanto ele se aproxima para beijar sua testa, beijo após beijo.

Se você tomar banho em qualquer momento depois do jantar, ou mesmo depois de um almoço, ele também foderia você lá. De costas para a parede do chuveiro, os braços fortes dele flexionando os músculos à mostra, enquanto ele a segura. Você geme tão lindamente, balançando para trás, para atender às investidas dele, enquanto ele distribuía beijos pelo seu pescoço molhado e clavícula. Ele grunhindo em seu ouvido enquanto se afasta minimamente e esfrega seu clitóris em círculos mágicos, apertando para fazê-la gozar com um grito.

Você se equilibra em seus pés, estende a mão para acariciar o pau de Hyunjae algumas vezes antes que ele pintasse sua mão com o esperma dele. O ruído que sai dele é tão gutural e luxurioso que você se arrepia.

Mas os cuidados posteriores!

Meu deus, ele seria tão delicado e super gentil.

— Amor, acho que você deve ter tido uns cinco orgasmos hoje. – Ele fala, esfregando suas coxas e aplicando uma espécie de creme calmante na sua buceta dolorida.

Ele lhe faria uma massagem, se você quisesse, suave e carinhoso. Hyunjae seria todo fofo e carinhoso, beijando seu rosto e a acariciando como um maldito cachorrinho que precisava de carinho, mas também queria te confortar. Ele colocaria seu filme favorito, prepararia seu lanche e sua bebida preferida, depois finalmente a abraçaria na cama.

Apenas para repetir tudo ao amanhecer, com o rosto dele entre suas pernas mais uma vez, sob a luz do sol.

[from-izzy]

[02:04] | tbz lee jaehyun | hyunjae

» ​PAIRING: tbz lee jaehyun (hyunjae) x fem reader​ » TROPE/AU​: friends 2 lovers (mentioned from backstory!), non-idol au! established relationship au! marriage au! » GENRE​: fluffy fluff, slight angst (?), ​husband hyunjae, he's super patient and understanding, hurt/comfort, wedding vows (it's so cute, i love it) » WORD COUNT: ​3743 » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~14 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): mentions of pregnancy, insecurities, mentions of a broken family/childhood (reader's side), proofread once

my second timestamp story! thank you for all the love on the first one! (pst! it's sunwoo! 🦝) hopefully, this one lives up to your expectations! (if there are any uwu). sorry for my weird, unscheduled, random posting times > <

shoutout to my mum who (i bet) went through a lot to make sure i would grow up well. thank you for always reminding me that you don't regret having me and loving me with all your being. love you mumma! 💗

navi/masterlist!!

You remembered when you tucked yourself into bed alone after reminding Jaehyun to come to bed soon. He was so close to finishing his work that you didn’t want to force him out of his zone, understanding that he would feel more peaceful if he finished it sooner even if it meant ruining his internal body clock a little bit for it.

Opening your eyes and taking a deep breath in the calming darkness, you smiled at the arm that rested across your now flat stomach. During your whole pregnancy stages, especially when that wicked pregnancy pillow put a physical barrier between you and your loving husband, he would at least reach out and hold your hand (or particularly your stomach bump), a huge downgrade from how his chest would completely be on your back and he hushes you asleep with his soft snores. 

You knew as soon as you turned your head to the right that Jaehyun managed to finish his work, a neutral smile on his face as compared to the slight pout and the subtle crease between his eyebrows as he sometimes grunts in his sleep from the past few days. An affectionate gaze falls upon your eyes when Jaehyun grunts and scoots over to your side of the bed, his unconscious mind telling him to move closer to his wife after he throws the pillow away to the other side of the room in excitement as soon as your new family arrived home three days ago. You chuckle at the way his right hand past the top of your stomach to hook your waist and pull you closer to him. Now half awake, Jaehyun made himself comfortable by burrowing his nose and lips into the crook of your neck and you immediately looked up towards the ceiling to let him do so.

A satisfied hum comes out from the man beside you, “This is nice.” He brushes the warm skin of your neck with his colder nose and his soft lips press multiple kisses from your jawline to your right shoulder.

“Jae.” You chuckle at his playful nature, “Go back to sleep, hm? You have work tomorrow.”

Jaehyun groans at the grim reminder. He’s been at home ever since you came back home, using up some of his leave days to take care of you and your newborn child. He was about to use it all but you stopped him, convincing him that you’re able to take care of yourself and your child, moreover to save those days in case a ‘real’ emergency does occur. Every day and every moment, you look at your husband who you treasure so much and you can’t help but think about how much you love this man with all your heart, mind and soul.

“Don’t remind me of that, bubs.” Finally opening his eyes, he relied on the subtle moonlight that seeped through your curtains and looked at your side view with ‘that’ gaze. 

‘That’ gaze that reminds you every day that you’re worth it for you. ‘That’ gaze that he kept even after ten years of meeting each other. ‘That’ gaze that was plastered on his face when he went down on one knee to propose to you. ‘That’ gaze that was present when he read his wedding vows and wiped the tears on your face when you read yours. ‘That’ gaze (mixed with immense happiness and excitement) when you told him you were pregnant. 

It holds many meanings and you were sure that the list would continue, building from all the blessed experiences so far.

Only chuckling at the way that he pouts cutely at you, you turn your body to face him, creating a small gap between you both as you press a peck on his lips, “Thank you for using your leave days to take care of us.”

“Of course, I would.” Jaehyun shook his head slightly to validate his point, “You both are my whole world. I can’t afford to lose you or baby.” It was the way that your eyes slightly pooled with tears that he replaced the pout and shushing the soft whimpers that left your now shaky lips, “Hey…what’s wrong?”

Your once small cries amplified drastically and Jaehyun’s eyes widened in shock, quickly pulling you into his embrace. He slips his left hand under your neck, bringing your tear-stricken face into his chest as you sob in his arms. Jaehyun comfortingly whispers sweet nothings into your ear, patting your head and pressing occasional kisses on your forehead. You stayed wordless for a while, enjoying the company and how close your entire body could be now after you gave birth.

“Catch your breath. I’ll be right here.” Jaehyun reminds you between your tired gasps for air, “I’ll always be here next to you, waiting for you, loving you more and more with each passing day.”

You couldn’t do anything but just nod, your heart melting at the sincere words, “I’m scared.”

“Of what, bubs?”

“Like,” You started, audibly voicing out the thoughts that have been swarming and eating you alive inside and out, “what happens if I mess up?”

It isn’t the first time that you had this kind of conversation. The very first time was when the adrenaline from your system was drained after announcing that positive pregnancy test to Jaehyun. You voiced out your worries as an upcoming parent, worried that you would accidentally pass down your problems, anxiety and worries to your child. Out of everything you want the most in the world, all you want is for your children to grow up without your traumas and problems affecting them because that’s not the kind of life that they deserve. Of course, that’s unrealistic. Children are indeed a slight depiction of their parents and how they would act around other people outside the family says a lot about how their parents raised them.

You can just imagine a situation where your anxiety takes over, you crouch down to be eye level with your extremely young child, giving them a lecture about what they should or shouldn’t do, extending that talks to both extreme sides of ‘what if’s and how they should just be more careful, less daring and---

“Jae, promise me that you’ll make sure she doesn’t grow up like me.” It was a desperate plea, almost as if you would walk out of their lives in the next second. The anxiety completely took over your body as you clenched Jaehyun’s shirt in your fist as a physical response, looking up at him desperately and Jaehyun’s eyebrows crashed together, “She doesn’t deserve that, Jae. Those silent cries, hating everyone around me, feeling like no one loved me and wanting to just end---”

“Don’t.” It was stern yet it still held a lot of patience and love. Jaehyun smiles sadly at the words that he has heard multiple times but even so, he would never stop reminding you of all the things he loves about you. He would never stop hugging you, holding your body and pulling you towards him, giving you all his love and company, “Don’t say that about yourself when you’re the reason why I wake up happy every day, bubs.”

“But Jae---”

“You know,” He whispers into the silent yet wavering night. Jaehyun takes a deep inhale of the air, tilting his head to rest his chin on the top of your head, “I was so scared of losing you as time went on.”

You calmed down, shutting your eyes as you focused on his heartbeat to pull you back to the present time. Jaehyun just smiles at the slightly open door of your room and he reminds himself of his newborn child on the other side of their bedroom door. When you hummed confusingly at his words, your husband just nodded, “Why were you scared?”

“Well,” If it wasn’t for the fact that your face was hidden into his collarbone, you would be able to see the blushing mess that Jaehyun was. A deep red blush was on his face, spreading to his ears; but you did feel the warmth on his neck as you kissed his skin delicately and it made Jaehyun more of a mess, “of course if it didn’t work out and you didn’t feel the same way, it would become awkward and even though we were such close friends, I knew that if I was rejected, I wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with you anymore. I really could’ve lost you.”

You never really knew this about Jaehyun. Whenever you asked about the day that he confessed to you to be his girlfriend, he only talked about his plans and how your mutual friends all pushed him to confess to you. You also told him about how the same mutual friends pushed you to confess back to him, yet you were a coward that you became used to telling yourself that if you ever ended up with Jaehyun, it would only hinder him in life; because who would love a broken girl when they could love a perfect one instead?

And so when he confessed, asked for a chance and promised to love you dearly after two years of mutual pining, you didn’t realise that time flew by so quickly that on the sixth year when Jaehyun kneeled and asked for your hand in marriage two years ago, a sudden hit of ‘reality’ (or so you called it) crashed into you. 

You really did find love when you thought for the longest, most tiring and hardest times when you didn’t think anyone would love you as you are. Seriously, how could anyone love you when you were still so stuck between believing and convincing yourself that you are enough? 

“I knew I had to take a chance,” Jaehyun continues his thoughts, “because when I closed my eyes and realised that if I didn’t at least try to make you mine, you might just completely slip from my life. Selfishly as well, I didn’t want to see you smiling in another person’s arms and kissing that person every time you wake up and go to sleep.”

The thought of you two doing just that ever since you moved in together five years ago suddenly made you blush and you couldn’t help but let out a string of complaints. Jaehyun just laughs (and quietly lets out a sigh of relief) when you finally release his shirt, wrapping your small hands around his bigger build instead, “I’m sorry that I didn’t realise that you went through all that.”

“No, it’s alright.” He reassures you again for the nth time in the last hour, “I have you now. You are all I ever wanted.” Pulling away and reaching to cup your wet cheeks, his thumbs swipe your almost dry cheek, offering you that familiar warmth that only he could give, “It’s all worth it in the end.”

“Really?” Another tear managed to slip out of your eyes and you couldn’t help but stare at him apprehensively as the devil inside your mind managed to manipulate your thinking, “I’m such a high-maintenance person, Jae…I really wouldn’t blame you if you wake up one day and decide to just…” He shakes his head throughout your small speech, knowing the similar words that you would say to him once in a while, “leave…” It came out quieter than you thought, maybe because he already knew anyway, hence saying it again and again, the red-horned creature in your mind rejoices as your childhood traumas reminded you of how worthless you are to the world.

Usually at this time, Jaehyun would rebut your words immediately but the silence had your heart dropping and for a while, you thought that you had taken the words out of his mouth. Jaehyun kept his tired stare and suddenly you were aware of your dry mouth as you waited for any sort of words from your husband. He removes the hand that was on your cheek, reaching behind to grab his device from the bedside table, “Hold on, okay?”

For a second, you really thought this was it for the both of you. During these moments of much-needed comfort, Jaehyun has always given you his undivided attention but now as the blue light reflects on his squinting eyes, you couldn’t help but let the tears flow down your eyes once again. Did he finally give up on me? Were the only thoughts that swarmed your mind as you watched how his thumb scrolled and colours reflected on the smooth surface of his dewy skin, “Jae?” Time made you desperate for a response and you were about to clench on his shirt again when he let out a small ‘aha’ and played the video on his phone.

You recognised the scene on his phone immediately without looking. The familiar scene, cheers, whooping and excitement radiating off the background noises had you sobbing again. Jaehyun sets the volume, puts his phone back on the bedside table and gives you his attention again, “My mum was sorting videos on her phone when she came across this and sent it to me.” He presses a comforting kiss on your lips and calms your shaking body, “I’m sure you remember this right?”

You just nod and Jaehyun pulls your face into his chest once again, letting the sound from the video consume you both into your worlds.

“As soon as you stepped into those classroom doors, all eyes were on you and undoubtedly mine too.” You were already starting to tear up just from the first few sentences, “Ah…I only just started…” You scanned your next words, just sniffling from the longer sentences that you didn't know how to not cry to while the audience let out words of encouragement and small laughs. 

Your soon-to-be husband steps towards you, kissing the side of your head, “Should I go first?”

“Do you mind?” You laugh, feeling embarrassed. 

“Not at all.” Jaehyun takes out his paper from his suit, taking the microphone from you, “I already knew this would happen guys.” He announced to the audience and you rolled your eyes jokingly, “Ok…I’ll start.”

You knew very well that your eye makeup was most probably ruined and you looked some sort of a mess at the moment so you couldn’t help but stare down at the floor. Jaehyun gives you a quick kiss on the crown of your head, swooning the audience with his romantic gesture making him chuckle before clearing his throat and starting his vows.

“I remember the day I walked into that classroom on my first day of school. No doubt, I didn’t want to be there. Not just at that school or at that classroom: I just didn’t want to be in Seoul. The sudden move because of my dad’s work made me leave all the memories I had in Incheon in a month and as an innocent young child who was already happy with everything, I didn’t want to leave.

Alas, even my mother told me we had to go and that’s when I knew that moving was inevitable. School work was already hard as it was and I had to move to a big city where I knew no one, having to start all over again from the ‘Hi. My name is Lee Jaehyun. I hope we’ll get along well.’ really made me reach the peak of my mood swings during puberty.”

Jaehyun alternates his eye contact between you and the audience who reacts to the groom with happiness, and laughter as some of his closest friends give him encouraging, funny body language. He points them out and the said friends complain whilst the audience just laughs at the group of boys on the side of the stage. However, it was how you finally raised your head and laughed along that made Jaehyun join in as well.

“For the first few weeks, I didn’t make an obvious effort to fit in. As you know, I joined clubs and did after-school activities. Studying was still my priority at this point but even that became so mundane and boring that I crashed and burnt out after a while. But maybe, the burnout was just what I needed because that was how I first met you. Had I not cried in the corner of the library in the ironically ‘health and wellbeing’ section, would you have even spoken to me? Would you have crouched down and tapped on my shoulder to ask if I was okay? Would you have sat down next to me silently as you read your book, waiting for me to answer your question?

The answer is: yes. Or at least I would like to believe so.

Why? Because no one will fully ever understand how much I love you. Maybe if it wasn’t that day in the library, I would’ve met you later. How much later, nobody knows and nobody will ever know because I’m about to marry that girl who made my day so much better in the library. But what I do know is that no matter when, where, why or how we would’ve met, I would have still fallen in love with your smile, your pout, your laugh, and the way you cutely complain about how I mess up your bubble tea order,” Jaehyun gives you a cheeky smile and you just scoff with a smile on your face, “the way you would cry in my arms when you had a bad day, the way you would drop everything when I have a bad day, the way you would try your best to stay awake until I’m done with my other priorities. 

But bubs, I hope you’ll always know that you’ll forever be my first, most top priority.

Even as we fight, cry and shout at each other words that we don’t mean, I hope you’ll always be able to go to sleep thinking that I’ll still love you. I’ll still be right by your side when your insecurities come by and pass. I’ll always remind you that you’ll always be enough no matter what you do. Your best will always be enough and I hope I’ll always be that person who can be your safe, happy place.”

No doubt now that you’re sobbing and when you look at your parents sitting down not far from the stage, your heart does clench a bit as you’re reminded of your childhood. Seeing them cry over Jaehyun’s words does seem a little bit strange to you as they never really minded your words whenever you were struggling with life. But then you remind yourself of what Jaehyun said to you a few seconds ago.

“I know for sure that you’ll always be enough for me.” Jaehyun continues, taking your mind off your parents as he looks at you understandingly, “I love you and I know I’ll continue to love you until the day I take my last breath. I’ll take care of you even when you’re not sick or feeling well, cherish all of you and be there for you even after death because I love you so much, sweetheart.”

The recording ended there and Jaehyun relished in the way that your body stopped shaking, your arms around his waist securely and your breathing back to normal. He knows instantly that you feel better just from those small actions. He also didn’t miss the smile that grew on your face even though you were literally cuddled up against his body, “So,” the deep whisper from your husband only made you push your face even further up his body, now burying your face into his collarbone, “I just want to tell you that she will grow up beautifully just like her mother. Also, we’ll get through this together. Parenting isn’t supposed to be a one-person job after all.”

Nodding and burrowing yourself into the crook of his neck, you appreciate the way his words reminded the devil in the back of your head as it stomps off in defeat. The words supported the angel that finally won and it replaced the red creature, kicking the red light away to replace your body with a calming, soothing feeling that soon takes over your whole body, “I love you, Jae.”

“I love you too.” The warmth of the night overpowered the chilly night and the two of you held each other so lovingly that the weight of your eyelids eventually became too heavy for you to hold. Jaehyun waits patiently until sleep fully takes over you, fighting his yawn from escaping his mouth. Quietly, he just continued to stroke your exposed waist delicately, kissing your lips one last time before reminding you once more, “Always.”

It’s all very fortunate that your mind is now at ease and that you both were able to sleep after. But parenting duties call about half an hour later when cries are heard from the other side of the house and both your eyes open instantly. You were the first one to untangle your body from Jaehyun and you looked over to your husband who was still stirring himself awake again for the second time of the night as you both sat up on the bed, “I’m sorry.” You kiss him on the lips, cradling the back of his head and pushing his chest back down on the bed, “I’ll get her. Get back to sleep, Jae.”

“No no, I’ll go.” You disapprovingly groan at your husband who managed to push his sleepiness aside and sit up once again, his head hanging down in exhaustion, “Wha---bubs.” Instantly, you pushed him back down on the bed, pulling the blanket over up until his chin.

You adamantly tell your husband to try and go back to sleep. Jaehyun fakes his nod and closes his eyes, an idea popping up in his head as he plots to joke around with his wife. When you swing your legs over to the side of the bed, ready to stand up once more, Jaehyun quickly hugs you from behind, pressing a kiss on the back of your ear where you’re the most ticklish and sensitive. 

You froze at his actions and even though his sleepy voice was still evident, you could also hear all the love that he could offer you in this world with his playful tone, “Race you there, bubs.”

Jaehyun called in sick the next day.

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Gryffindor cockiness

reader x dom!hyunjae

smut | nsfw | mdni

hogwarts!au, ravenclaw!hyunjae, enemies to lover (?), slut used once, unprotected sex, hate sex, bratty reader, cocky hyunjae, teasing, begging, some edging, dirty talk

requested | part of my 2023 prompts event [closed]

How can a Ravenclaw be that much like a Gryffindor... that's something you will never understand

[❛ i’m going to ruin you. ❜ + you better watch your fucking mouth. ❜]

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Why? 

You kept asking yourself. Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be Lee Hyunjae? Why did he have to be voted captain of the Quidditch team?

The previous captain, Kim Namjoon, had graduated last year and he was just the best captain ever and he also happened to be your best friend. There was just no way in hell Hyunjae would be able to fill his shoes.

What a fucking disgrace for the Ravenclaw team… Your team used to be unstoppable! So much for winning the Cup this year, you thought, exhaling a heavy sigh.

You wondered how a thick head like Lee Hyunjae could carry your team or how he was even sorted in your house to begin with! He definitely had that Gryffindor cockiness that you hated… Always talking about himself… Thinking everyone should praise the ground upon which he set foot, pretentiously pushing his thick brown hair back and flaunting that toothpaste commercial smile… You scoffed, eyeing with disdain your new captain.

Results of the vote were announced and while everyone was celebrating Hyunjae you stood back and stayed silent, your expression giving away how you felt about the bitter news.

He immediately turned to you, glaring eyes shooting daggers your way.

“Okay everyone! Tomorrow we’ll have our first practice of the year. I want all of you well rested and sharp”.

Everyone was heading back to the Ravenclaw tower when he added.

“and on time too!” you groaned. “That's for you y/n!”

Captain for 30 seconds and he was already giving lessons and getting on your nerves. You hurriedly left not missing to nudge him in the shoulder on the way out.

“When is she going to admit that crush she has on you ?” Younghoon asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

Was that really what it was? 

The next day’s practice was a rocky processus. Everybody respected Hyunjae's skills. But you, on the other hand, were convinced he was the worst keeper the team had known since Park Jinyoung! (Actually he wasn't so bad but you would have died before admitting it).

After 2 long hours of being ordered around by the chief prick himself you finally got off duty. Everybody was being dismissed and going back to their other activities while the Slytherin team was getting on the field.

“Y/n” Hyunjae’s irritating voice called your name. “Can I see you ?” You rolled your eyes not even having the decency to turn your head.

“No” you replied before throwing the silver and blue scarf around your neck and heading for the door. But Younghoon stopped you.

“Y/n…” he said with the disapproving tone of a big brother. “You know you have to… Come on” he said, motioning his head to your captain standing a little further. 

“Fine” you groaned as Younghoon fist bumped you in the shoulder and left along with the rest of the team.

“What do you want ?” you barked at Hyunjae.

“What is your problem with me once and for all?” You looked at him with disbelief in the eyes. 

Did he really not remember? 

It was crystal clear in your mind. Your very first year at Hogwarts you Hyunjae found yourselves both in the same boat on your way to the castle. You were always afraid of water but Hyunjae made sure you felt safe. From that point on you felt blossoming for him and you even wrote him a letter on Valentine's day… but Hyunjae never even confronted you with a letter instead the very same day you heard in the great hall complain about the fact that he only got letters from the ugly girls… Your small heart was broken in half 

Well since then, puberty hit you like a truck and this Valentines day your owl brought you a couple of handfuls of mail from admirers but you didn’t care all you wanted was to make Hyunjae regret not seeing your potential…

But you couldn’t possibly tell that embarrassing story, especially if he didn’t even remember. Seriously… Only a gryffindor could be so oblivious about other people's feelings.

“You’re just cocky and you have literally no reason for it” you blurted. Hyunjae only lifted a puzzled eyebrow.

“You’re the worst keeper of our generation and also you’re just … ugly!” you spat, throwing back at his face what he indirectly told you 7 years ago. It felt good even if it was a lie.

Hyunjae chuckled and took a step in your direction. Somehow his aura had changed, felt different.

“Y/n” he clicked his tongue a few times. “Now you know that’s a lie”

You rolled your eyes. Again with the gryffindor cockiness. You turned to leave but he blocked you, trapping your frame between his arms against the lockers.

“I even heard you had a big fat crush on me” he added. You felt your cheeks burning red. “Awww. Are you blushing?” he laughed again. You wanted to transfigure into a mouse and crawl underneath the big heavy wooden door of the lockers.

“No! I'm just fighting the urge to punch you right now” you lied trying your best to sustain your eyes.

“What if I did that ?” suddenly he leaned in and kissed you. The kiss felt as unexpected as it was uncalled for.  It was surprisingly warm, soft and sensual. You even caught your shoulders slightly deflating, relaxing into him. When his lips parted yours you felt the loss of warmth being rather unpleasant.

“That was disgusting.” you whispered lips almost still brushing against his but not moving an inch. “I'm repulsed by you” you added, unconvincing but defying nonetheless.

He chuckled again as your eyes went half closed, his tall figure towering over you, strong and mighty.

“I don’t care how long it takes… I’m going to break you into the most obedient little chaser ever.” His hot breath hitting your face made your heart race. “I’m going to ruin you”.

“Not a goddamn chance, you fucker” you said more deviant than ever.

Hyunjae’s cocky smile dropped instantly and one of his head wrapped around your neck before you could even realize it, smashing your head on the metal lockers.

“You better watch your fucking mouth” he growled, his voice going an octave lower, usually soft and warm features turning ice cold.

“Fucking. Make. Me.” you challenged him and the smirk was back on his lips but this time he eyes were tinted with lust.

Without hesitation he kissed you again, crashing his lips onto yours in a messy and heated kiss. Your hand roamed over his body, slipping under his cloak, skin still lightly dampened from the intense practice. He caught your bottom lips between his teeth as he squeezed your throat a little tighter, rolling his hips into your making you feel his growing bulge.

You moaned as you felt your arousal soaking your panties. 

The handy thing with robes was that they were easily lifted off. You both took your respective cloaks off and as Hyunjae was making quick work of his zipper whipping out his hard cock while you were tossing to the side the soaked panties.

Hyunjae lifted your skirt as you wrapped your leg around his hips and started rubbing his hot tip at your entrance. You gasped and threw your hands around his board shoulder. 

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you” he said sliding his length inside you with ease as you moaned deliciously in his ear.

“Let’s see about that” you responded as he finally reached the bottom of you, Big fat cock perfectly filling you up.

“Fucking brat” he said before grabbing both your legs and lifting you up like nothing. Angling your hips to perfection. The very first thrust was already deadly. Hyunjae aimed his fat cock right at your sweet spot. Setting an unbearable rhythm. 

“Fuckkk” you groaned. Not expecting that much pleasure from the get go. 

“Take my fucking cock, you slut” Hyunjae groaned, completely turning your sobbing cunt inside out.

Rapidly the pleasure built up to a level that was completely new for you. You just couldn’t imagine being fucked so intensely, so precisely, so perfectly.

“Fuck! You’re dripping all over my pants. Does my cock feel this good?” he teased.

“No” you lied, eyebrows knitted in pleasure.

“Guess I’ll try harder then” Hyunjae said before going even deeper and faster. You squealed in total bliss, the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone at any second.

You were just a couple strokes away from high. So close you could taste it. 

But he slowed down.

When your panicked eyes met his evil twinkle your heart stopped. Hyunjae felt your desperate cunt pathetically gripping him, begging for more.

“Why did you stop ?” you asked, eyes brimming with tears.

“Say you’ll behave and i’ll make you cum”

You bit your tongue just to keep the words behind your needy lips. Out of pride.

“Say you’ll be a good girl and I’ll fuck until your forget your own name” Hyunjae added with one last powerful stroke reminding you on the pleasure you were missing.

“Fine please! I’ll be a good girl Please Hyunjae fuck me. Fuck me right now” you exclaimed, tears of deafeat overflowing your waterline. Shamefully trading your pride for your release.

“Good fucking girl” he said as he went back to the surgical brutal pace. And you came undone with only a couple strokes. Completely soaking him and yourself in your cum. Cunt twitching and clenching around his fat cock, as if it was never going to let go. Pure white pleasure crashing over your body.

“Fuck yeah” Hyunjae grunted. Finally pulling out, rapidly jerking his tip off and letting himself go all over your skirt. Huge streams of white cum painting the black pleated skirt. 

“Fuckkk” he hissed through gritted teeth as the streams grew less and less powerful until he was completely empty.

As you both were putting your clothes and cloaks back on, both trying to recover from this lawless act, Hyunjae turned to you.

“Next practice I’ll give a reminder of that promise if necessary”

“It will probably be needed, yes” you said, flipping your hair back in place.

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✦ Day 33 - Wildcard (Double Penetration)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Boyfriend!Hyunjae x afab!reader x Boyfriend!Younghoon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.2K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), threesome, porn with minimal plot, mask kink, poly!am relationship, double penetration (vaginal and anal), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple sucking, rough sex, lots of teasing, pet names (princess, good girl, sweet thing, baby, slut), double creampie, slight manhandling, ass slapping, slight roleplay, implied foursome

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: I can officially say my kinktober list is complete! Sorry this took longer than it should’ve BUT as I’ve said before, kinktober ain’t over til I say it’s over. Had way too much fun writing this in the end hehe enjoy! Proofread once

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✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

You’ve always loved celebrating Halloween for as long as you could remember. From picking the treats that go inside the snack bowl at home to the movies that you planned to binge watch with your family.

But most importantly, every year you made it a point to always dress your best. From cute silly costumes as a child to more sexier options as you started becoming an adult.

So when your boyfriends Younghoon and Hyunjae said they’d give you the best trick or treat surprise for you this Halloween, you didn’t think it would end up like this.

“C’mon baby, can’t you tell who’s dick you're sucking right now? Thought it would be obvious.” The man wearing a ghost face costume teases as holds your face together, fucking his length inside your mouth.

The other ghost face behind you chuckles with him, giving you a hard smack on your ass as he continues to rut himself inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises coming from you turning him on with every thrust.

From a third person point of view and with no context whatsoever, anyone who might’ve been watching the scene happening in front of their eyes right now would’ve thought an incredibly kinky porn was being filmed.

But to you, it felt like you were in heavenly bliss.

Sure, this is the first time you're being fucked by both your boyfriends at the same time. But your hot boyfriends fucking you with ghost face masks on? And the fact they’re making you guess who’s who? Yes please…

You release the cock in your mouth with a pop, slowly jerking it off as you pause in between trying to catch your breath.

It would’ve been really easy to guess whose cock you were sucking by now. But these two were ten steps ahead by making the room incredibly dark, leaving you to guess based on feeling alone.

“C-can’t you give me a hint?” You try to hold back a moan as the ghost face behind continues to roughly pound you, pulling back your hips til his whole length is bottomed out inside you.

“Nuh-uh princess. Remember the rules-” The ghost face in front of you caresses your cheek. “If you guess wrong, you don’t get to cum.”

You suddenly yelp when the ghost face behind you delivers a particularly hard thrust before slowing his movements and snaking his hand between your thighs to rub your aching clit. His fingers start quickening their pace, trying to get you closer to the edge.

With the little window of time you have before you reach your high, you try to recall all the moments you had with each boyfriend to give you any sign of who is currently fucking you and whose cock you’re currently jerking off.

“Fuck baby. Keep doing that-” The ghost face in front of you hisses. “Such a pretty slut for us don't you think?”

“Only ours. Isn’t that right?” The ghost face behind you slaps your ass once more.

You try to see if you could guess by the tone of their voices, but they both sounded too similar since the ghost face masks they were both wearing had muffled their voices.

And suddenly, the clue to finding out who’s who hit you.

You look up at the ghost face in front of you, giving him the prettiest doe eyes you could give.

“Please Mr. Ghost Face, can I ride your cock?” You ask with the sweetest innocent voice while trying to somewhat play the role you’re currently in.

“Yeah? Wanna ride my cock sweet thing?” He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip. You nod in response.

The ghost face behind you give your ass one more slap before pulling out, while the ghost face in front plops down onto the bed and instantly manhandles you. Pulling you to straddle his lap before grabbing your hips and pushing it down onto his length.

He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, holding you down as the other ghost face positions himself behind you, teasing the tip of his cock at your asshole before pushing his length completely inside.

You let out a desperate moan from feeling incredibly full from two cocks dragging in and out of you both inside your cunt and your ass. The overwhelming feeling of being this full pushing you closer to your orgasm.

You hold onto the edge of the headboard, trying to find balance from how hard both your boyfriends are going at it with you.

“Fuck- look at you. Those pretty tits.” The ghost face under you groaning as your breasts start to spill out from your bra. You tried to hide your smirk, knowing you’d be getting your answer in a few moments.

“W-want you to suck on them, please-” you beg.

“Yes please-” He groans as he slightly adjust his mask enough to free his mouth and take in your hardened nipple between his lips, sucking them like there’s no tomorrow. Swirling his tongue around and slightly nipping them, making his cock twitch inside you from the act.

Bingo.

“P-please. Wanna cum so bad-” you moan out, feeling your orgasm getting close to the edge and tipping off any second from now. You could also feel both of their thrusts starting to become a bit sloppy signaling their own highs nearing as well.

“Then what’s the answer princess? Who’s who?” The muffled voice of ghost face behind you whispering in your ear.

“Who’s fucking that little pretty cunt of yours?”

“H-Hyunjae, it’s Hyunjae! Please let me cum-” You whine.

“That’s a good girl. Now cum for us won’t you?”

The second the ghost face behind you says this, knot in your stomach snaps in two. Making you see stars as your cunt tightens around Hyunjae’s cock.

“H-holy shit, she’s gripping my cock. Gonna cu- fuck!” Hyunjae pushes your hips down, bottoming out his length in you as he fills you up to the brim.

Younghoon follows close as his hips stutter. His thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppy as he empties himself inside your ass.

All three of you take a breather for a moment before you lift Hyunjae’s mask off. His sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead while his cheeks glow a blushing pink.

“What gave it away sweetheart?” He smiles at you.

“Between the two of you, you’re the one who can’t resist sucking my tits whenever they’re in front of your face-” You chuckle.

“Wait, seriously?” Younghoon huffs as he lifts his mask.

“Can’t help myself-” Hyunjae replies. “Plus, our princess is way too smart.” He strokes your cheek before pulling you down for a kiss.

“Well, if that’s the case-” Younghoon pulls you back up, pressing your back against his chest as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck.

“Why don’t we blindfold you next time? Maybe even give you noise cancelling earphones? That way you can’t even tell who’s fucking you...”

He nips your earlobe making you moan. He moves his lips close to your ear, whispering something only the two of you could hear,

“…And maybe bring a friend of ours to join, hm? What do you say?”

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Fairytale Love

A fairytale love represents an unrealistic love in which people might fall in love at first sight or expect to live happily ever after. It's real though? That perfectly defines your relationship with Hyunjae.

pairing : boyfriend!hyunjae x gn!reader genre : established relationship, fluff, childhood bestfriends to lovers, proposal warnings : a bit suggestive? bc hyunjae is a menace but reader is as well, one curse word notes : it started from learning that hyunjae drives a mercedes (which is kinda hot to me) to just being whipped over the man! it's really all cute and i love it very much. enjoy!! words count : 2365

To say that today was an important day is an understatement. You have gone from childhood best friends to lovers to finally celebrating your fifth anniversary as a couple. It’s only fair that after spending your entire childhood together you now plan to grow old together.

Hyunjae is nothing but wild and mischievous and that’s what you like about him. The way he used to tease you in high school because he got better grades than you. Or the way he made fun of you at parties because you’re lightweight. Despite being the jokester, he’s always there for you. Sure, he scored higher on your last exam, but that’s only because you stayed up all night studying together. And whenever you got drunk at a party, he always made sure you got home safely, tucked into your bed with a kiss and a glass of water on the bedside table. He was always the sweetest. Not just to you, but especially with you. And you remember having the best time of your life with him. Sneaking out at night to go to the convenience store. Going to art exhibitions and laughing at how you could do the same, but still being in awe of the talent people have to create such works. Taking the silliest and cutest pictures together, trying all those trends like the couple picture where he had to pick you up only to fail miserably and laughing until you cried. The insecurities? The nights spent comforting each other and crying in each other’s arms from deadlines, exhaustion or heartbreak.

You can’t quite remember the moment you fell in love with him? Maybe it’s because you’ve always been in love with him, you just didn’t think your feelings were romantic until Eric called you out on it. You’ve been jealous before.

When you were 14, he came home with chocolates for valentine’s day and you were so pissed off that he accepted them. Shouldn’t he only accept your chocolates? It wasn’t fair! But on white day, he wrote you a sweet little letter, asking you to go on a picnic with him. Dressed in your prettiest outfit (maybe you wanted to look pretty for him, too, to impress him) you went to the meeting place to find him waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers, your favourite food and, of course, homemade chocolates. You weren’t so angry anymore.

You vaguely remember him telling you about his first kiss when he was 17. He had this huge crush on someone in his class and, as his best friend, you encouraged him to asked them out. When he called you later that night, you could feel the smile in his voice and that alone made your heart sink. But you eventually got over it when you started dating Sunwoo a few months later. Sunwoo was a breath of fresh air, he made you feel alive. You don’t regret dating him and you were really in love with him, you just happened to drift away when you couldn’t escape your feelings for Hyunjae. You’re still good friends and Hyunjae tends to be overprotective when you’re with him. Later in your relationship, Hyunjae told you that he was jealous of Sunwoo because he got all your firsts and saw you at your most vulnerable.

At 21, you were both single and not ready to get involved in another disastrous relationship. Hyunjae had started working as a banker, while your work at the dance studio took up all your time. Nevertheless, you decided to move in together, for the sake of convenience, friendship and bills. That’s when you met Eric and when things started to move.

“Sweetie, you don’t move in with your childhood bestie just because the rent is expensive and it’s close to your respective jobs,” he has said one Wednesday afternoon in between your dance classes.

“Doesn’t he need to pick you up every day too? Man, all he wants to do is show off his Mercedes and his girlfriend?” you would have slapped him for that.

“Really, think about it for more than two seconds. I know you’re in a kind of routine because you’ve known him all your life, but he’s more than your childhood friend, try to think of him as a man”

“I have seen the way he looks at you, I can tell he sees you as a person he wants to cherish and spend his life with, not as his friend. But again, if I’m wrong you can blame me for putting it in your head, and if I’m not… no need to thank me”

“You think so?” you replied after a while.

“You’ll still be best friends, it doesn’t change anything. I’m just saying he might want to kiss you too”

And true enough, you came home earlier that day, deep in your thought, not expecting to see his shoes at the door.

“Y-you’re home already?” he greeted you, stuttering. “You told me you had classes till 7”

“I gave them to Eric, wanted to think about something. But how come YOU’re already home?”

“Are you okay hon?”

Honey. Who calls their best friend a pet name? Isn’t it misleading?

“I’m fine, don’t worry. What have you been doing, it smells so good,” you said with a smile

“Oh, just dinner for us. Surprise, I guess?”

You were struck by the romantic setting of your apartment. Rose petals scattered on the table with a huge bouquet in the middle, dimly lit candles adding to the atmosphere and a gentle, relaxing breeze coming from the open balcony.

“I wanted my confession to be special,” he chuckles “but now that you’re here, I know that anything would have been fine since it’s you and me. And I want it to stay that way for a long time. I love you and if you allow me, I would like to be your partner”

“Idiot, we’re both idiots” you cried. “I’m yours Hyunjae, I always have been. I love you so much more”

Your first kiss was a little awkward but that’s ok because you’ve got a lifetime of kissing to do. You may have ruined his surprise, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, everything about you is spontaneous and beautiful, and this day was no different. In the end, you still can’t believe Eric was right.

So now, five years later, you’re getting ready to spend your anniversary in a fancy restaurant. You’ve travelled a long way to get here. And you wanted to make it even more memorable by proposing. Double check of your outfit : stunning make-up and hair, jewellery on top and accessories to match. The ring in your bag. Now all you have to do is look pretty and wait for your gorgeous boyfriend to arrive in his hot suit driving his even hotter Mercedes. You’re not one to brag about your possessions or hotness, but Hyunjae’s driving has always been a sight to behold. His habit of putting his left hand on your thigh, driving with the windows down and one hand on the wheel make you melt. Maybe you can just brag about that once in a while.

You hear the roar of his Mercedes engine from afar and you smile, knowing that soon he will come to the front door of your newly bought house and say “I’m home, love”. Then he will kiss you and ask you about your day. If he is tired, he will hug you a little tighter and longer, and if he has missed you a little too much, he will kiss you urgently even before taking off his shoes. You’re so used to the life you’ve built that you want your future to be exactly the same. With him. And children.

“I’m home, love!” There he goes.

“Finally! I missed you so much, I couldn’t stop thinking about being with you after you left”

The blush on his cheeks was even pinker than yours. And that has to do with the fact that you consumed your love this morning, as soon as you woke up.

“Baby, you don’t want to turn me on when our reservation is in half an hour, do you?”

“Oh, we did worse in less than thirty minutes when we were at my sister’s wedding,” you smirk

“Yes, we did, and I intend to take my time with you tonight. Let’s go hon”

After locking the door, he takes your hand in his to lead you to the passenger seat. Never one to disappoint a gentleman, he opens the door for you and makes sure you’re safely inside before closing it.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Mhhhh several times already, but go on, I don’t mind hearing it again”

The restaurant is about fifteen minutes from home, which gives you plenty of time to discuss trivial matters such as how has been work for him, whether his colleagues are being annoying again, whether his workload is ok and when he might take time off for holidays (implicitly, your honeymoon). You had more freedom at the dance academy, so you never had any problems arranging schedules. Like today, you took the day off to be ready on time and do some work around the house. But Hyunjae always insisted that you could do whatever you wanted, he was the first to believe in you when no one else would and when you opened the academy, he was the proudest man alive. And yes, he helped with the funding. The two of you complement each other perfectly.

“A reservation for two under the name of Lee Jaehyun”

“This way” the waitress leads you to a table overlooking the sea, which you swear has been decorated in the same way as Hyunjae’s first dinner for you after his confession.

“It’s beautiful, thank you,” you don’t know if you said it to the waitress or to Hyunjae but you are in awe. Everything is perfect and you’re here with the love of your life to write a new page in your book.

“Have I told you how hot you are? I think it’s a crime to look so hot, even when you’re driving, I’m only human, you know? “

“I don’t think you ever have, but please tell me more often and maybe I’ll drive you more often if you like it so much”

“I like you,” you stick your tongue out at him and he rolls his eyes.

You eat in relative silence, if not for some jokes thrown haphazardly and quiet laughter as answers. You enjoy each other’s presence, bathing in the soft atmosphere given by the restaurant’s lights. You’re drawn to the sea; it looks calm and soothing, so you tell Hyunjae in between bites that you want to go there when you’re done eating. And this anniversary date couldn’t be more perfect. From starter to dessert everything was delicious, the kind of meal that satisfies the heart and mind. When you’re ready to leave, the waitress comes over to thank you. She also tells you how beautiful you are together; you radiate love and it’s hard not to notice how much you love each other. She wishes you all the best and you feel touched by her gesture. Hyunjae seems to feel the same way, as he bows one last time with a smile before taking you out.

“I can’t believe people see us like this,” he says once you’ve reached the beach

“Me neither, we’re so hopelessly in love with each other that we live in our own world and…”

“And people are happy to witness our happiness.”

“I think that is the greatest compliment anyone had ever paid me,” he nods and agrees

“Not even when I told you I loved your voice this morning?” you recall your morning escapade.

“Shut up,” you laugh and slap him

The two of you walk a little further along the fresh sand until you find a good spot to watch the sun set. It’s getting a bit cooler as it’s early april but Hyunjae’s arms find your shoulders to protect you from the cold breeze. You snuggle into his embrace, looking at his features more than the scenery. He’s really beautiful. And he’s yours. He grins when he feels your eyes on him.

“I know I am a whole landscape worthy of your attention but the sun is about to go down, baby”

You giggle again, so it’s time. Before you can get out of his arms, he puts his jacket over your shoulders and kisses you. Then you see the orange hue of the sky lighting up his beautiful eyes as he gets down on one knee. You gasp. He did not.

“Like I said five years ago, no matter what I’ve planned, no matter what time or situation we’re in, when it’s you and me nothing else matters. The sun is about to set, but my feelings for you are like a flame that that cannot be extinguished and that never stops growing. Maybe it's because of the fire you light in me every moment. I love you and I want to be the only one to love you for the rest of my life, for the rest of yours and for the rest of ours. Would you allow me to be your partner for life ? Would you marry me ?”

He did it. That idiot is smiling at you with bright eyes and a beautiful diamond ring in a velvet box. God you love him more than you’ve ever loved anyone.

“Idiot. I ruined your confession back then and you ruined my proposal today, now we’re even,” you can’t help the smile spreading across your face. “We’re both idiots in love, I love you and I’m still yours, will always be now”

It’s playful, the way you like it. In a way, he’s still your best friend, the best friend you’ll spend your life with. Except now, you kiss him more often, you get intimate and you will have children together. You love him so much, you could be living you own real fairy tale.

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i know, you know - masterlist

Looking for answers that no one seems to have the answers to? Caught up in a crime, way in over your head, searching for someone to help you make sense of it all? Look no further-- Psych is here! Local psychic, Lee Hyunjae, and his partner Kim Younghoon, are certified in their line of business and experts in all things unknown. They are the official psychic consultants in Mount Pier and have helped solve over 150 cases with Mount Pier Detective's Office. Visit them at their office on the boardwalk or call them anytime at 111-222-3333 to inquire about their services. No matter the issue, Psych, can help.

pairing: hyunjae (the boyz) x reader, other tbz characters and possible ocs (less likely) sprinkled throughout genre: comedy, fluff, mutual pining, maybe some thriller/crime moments or chapters warnings: an attempt at comedic writing again (specific warnings will written for each chapter/installation, but i imagine there won't be anything too crazy just anything you might find in a typical crime show!) notes: inspired by the show psych ! which i watched a lot of in middle school for some reason i cannot explain and periodically rewatch cause it is seriously such a funny show and because shawn and gus are comfort characters for me at this point. this will be written sort of like an anthology. as in the parts won't rely on the previous parts very heavily, but i do plan on writing this somewhat chronologically with a plot that flows as such. on that note, i don't have a set number of parts that i plan on writing. i have a couple stories i would like to tell in this universe but other than that, who knows! also i will not be making a taglist for this! apologies if anyone was hoping for one

more under the cut !

character intros!

1. that i’m not telling the truth

2. they just don't have any proof

3. embrace the deception

4. learn how to bend

5. your worst inhibitions tend to

6. psych you out in the end

last updated on 5/10/2024 !

[ceebit]

someday

wc 582 ‧ genre mild angst, it’s like a smidge i swear ‧ pairing hyunjae x reader ‧ cece’s note this is most definitely therapy. hyunjae’s debut into my masterlist ft. an idea that hasn’t left my brain since cat ( @wuahae ) mentioned it briefly. enjoy lol

“run away with me.”

you can’t even spare him the surprised look you want, his grip on your arms tightening the more night breaks into something softer. it’s a gradual process, darkness splitting itself open for the light to pour in, but you can’t relate.

your heart bleeds each night you cut open it to let him in. he knows it, you know it, but despite the pain, your light comes in the form of subtle glances. a fleeting kiss. a touch starved of its own truth.

you know i can’t, you want to say. i have duties, you want to say. your family is at stake, you want to say, but instead— “and leave poor chanhee to suffer the wrath of the crown? i wouldn’t wish an hour in my father’s presence even on my worst enemy.”

he manages a laugh, though pained, and nods once. you both know you can’t leave. you’ve entertained more than you’re supposed to. it’s not proper. he’d be beheaded if anyone saw you like this, taking your heart right along with him.

violet melts into dark bursts of orange and pinks and you see his wall shutter down with it. daybreak brings your bodyguard’s professionalism along with it. your lover leaves with the last bits of nightfall. reluctant acceptance.

a gentle squeeze is all you get before he steps away, just barely composing himself before your attendants burst through your door. fretting hands and pinched tones express various degrees of dismay, but it falls upon deaf ears. your shoulders sag when he refuses to meet your gaze.

a sharp your highness makes you flinch. his façade cracks, just barely, minuscule enough to go unnoticed.

“your betrothed is expected to ride into the city this morning,” the oldest scolds, thin brows drawn together. “what will it say about his majesty when his only heir shows up looking like a servant from the barns?”

“certainly looks the part,” another mutters under a poorly disguised cough, earning a sharp jab from their companion.

“you represent our country, whether you like it or not.” you watch as the other two attendants are escorted out per her orders, and once it’s just the two of you (and him—), her expression softens. “it won’t be easy, dear. especially since the prince consort does not have your heart.”

you can’t help but glance at him. your attendant smiles something thin and weary and knowing.

“someday you’ll understand that love is often a business,” she murmurs quietly, smoothing worn fingers over your shoulders. “even when it shouldn’t be. even if it hurts.”

hyunjae would stay by your side if you asked him to. if you were selfish enough, knowing you’d only have fleeting moments in poorly lit closets like teenagers. even if it would hurt him (you—) to see you in the arms of another. you know he would.

another stolen glance, but he meets your eyes this time. your chest aches with familiarity and loss in tandem. he’s both too close and an entire chasm away.

stubbornly, you shake your head. “i hope i die before the day love becomes a chore.” but almost instantly, your shoulders drop, burdened by the weight of responsibilities. “..but for the country, if i must.” the smile on your lips doesn’t reach your eyes. reluctantly accepting.

bright blue signals the start of the end, with him.