#stray kids one shot

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Trying aphrodisiacs with Hyunjin

Warnings: smut, that's all

Word count : 2.5k

As usual: Alexa, plays Chain by Lolo Zouaï

The soft hum of a movie played in the background, but neither of you were really paying attention anymore. Hyunjin was sprawled across the couch, socked feet tangled with yours, a half empty wine glass between his fingers. His hair was a little messy, cheeks warm and red from the alcohol, and he looked too effortlessly pretty for a lazy night in.

"You really bought it", you said, holding up the black box in your hands. The label was sleek, with golden details, and completely ridiculous: 

‘Tabs

Break, bite and bang’

"I had to”, Hyunjin laughed, sitting up straighter. "The guy at the shop swore it’s a ‘sensual awakening experience’. Whatever that means”. You raised an eyebrow. “You know it’s just going to be a placebo, right?” "Maybe”, he said, smirking, "Or maybe we’ll be crawling all over each other in twenty minutes". You rolled your eyes, but your face was already heating at the implication, “You say that like it's not already a bad idea risking it to happen”. He shrugged, grinning, “Exactly why it’s fun”.

The box opened with a soft snap— inside, a handful of glossy chocolates, each wrapped individually, “So we’re really doing this?” you asked, giggling nervously, “For scientific purposes”, Hyunjin said, already unwrapping his. You mirrored him, popping the piece in your mouth. Rich, dark, slightly bitter— like it had some herbal undertone you couldn’t quite place, “Not bad”, you said, licking a bit of melted chocolate off your thumb. 

You didn’t miss the way Hyunjin’s eyes briefly dropped to your mouth before he quickly looked away, “You feel anything yet?”, he teased, “Nope. You?” “Is it normal that I already want to kiss you?”, he said casually, and then grinned when you turned toward him with mock offense, “Kidding. That’s probably just the wine”. 

You just nodded but you were starting to notice the heat building under your skin. A low, humming warmth curling in your stomach. You shifted slightly on the couch— and when your thigh brushed his, it felt… sharper. Like a tiny spark.

You both froze.

“Did you feel that?”, you asked. Hyunjin blinked. “Yeah”. The air grew thick with something unspoken. His eyes were darker now, a little too focused on you. He licked his lips without thinking, and your heartbeat made a mess in your chest, “Okay”,  you said, sitting up straighter, pretending nothing was happening. “This is fine. Totally fine” “Totally”, Hyunjin echoed. But he was already leaning just a little closer.

Well, the aphrodisiac was definitely working.

“It’s getting hot in here?!”, he said, voice too high pitched. “Maybe it's just in our heads”, you replied, voice a little too breathy, "Maybe”, Hyunjin echoed again, but his gaze had shifted to your collarbone, where your pajama had slipped slightly off one shoulder. His fingers twitched on the cushion between you, like he was trying not to reach out.

The movie still played, but neither of you had any idea what was happening on the screen anymore. You shifted again, crossing your legs, trying to get some relief— and his eyes definitely followed the motion. You swallowed, “Okay. I’m warm. Like, unnecessarily warm” "Same”,  he muttered, "Is the heater on?". You both glanced at the thermostat— off. Sure.

“Okay, maybe it’s not just in our heads”. You reached for your wine glass to distract yourself, but your fingers brushed his instead. Just a light touch, accidental, harmless— except it wasn’t harmless. Not this time.

Your whole arm tingled, awareness shooting up your skin like a live wire. You glanced at Hyunjin, and he was already staring at you like you'd just set the room on fire, “Are you also feeling…” “Yeah”. You both sat there in stunned silence for a second. Then, he burst out laughing, “Oh my god. We’re idiots”. You laughed too, “This was a terrible idea” “Or a brilliant one”,  he said, voice low now, a little rougher. He leaned in just slightly, and you hated how good it smelled— his cologne, his skin, the faint chocolate still on his breath.

Your stomach tightened. Your heartbeats skipped, “I swear to god, Hyunjin, if you look at me like that again…” “Like what?”, he asked innocently, but his eyes were anything but innocent. “Like you’re about to climb on top of me”. He grinned, “I’m trying really hard not to”.

That shouldn’t have been hot. It shouldn’t have sent a throb of heat between your legs. But your body was humming, needing him deeply. You tried to stand up, desperate to cool off, maybe splash some water on your face, but the moment you got to your feet, you felt dizzy, flushed, your skin hypersensitive and aching, “Okay, no. This is stupid. I need water. I need cold air. I need…”

Hyunjin stood too, standing right behind you. Suddenly, his hand landed on your waist and everything in you lit up at once. You gasped, “Oh god! Don’t touch me”. He froze in place, “I barely touched you!” “Exactly”. You looked at each other, eyes wide, panting, hearts racing like you’d just run a marathon.

Then you both broke into laughter again. Nervous, breathless, almost desperate, "This was supposed to be a joke", you said weakly. Hyunjin leaned in closer, hands still hovering your waist, “So what if it isn’t anymore?”. You didn’t answer, you couldn’t. Not when his lips were inches away, and the tension was thick at the point to be palpable. 

But then, in an impulsive act, his mouth crashed into yours. Hot, frantic, greedy. Exactly the opposite of his personality, the kiss is needy, messy, starved. Your hands tangled in his hair, his body pressing against yours like he couldn’t get close enough, and every single nerve of yours screamed for more.

His mouth was warm and insistent against yours, and for a second, your brain short circuited. This was Hyunjin— your best friend. The same idiot who steals your fries, sleeps on your couch way too often, and knows every embarrassing story about you. But right now, all of that blurred beneath the heat of his hands and the desperate way his lips moved with yours.

You should’ve stopped it. You meant to stop it. But then his fingers found your waist again, dragging you closer, and everything rational inside you shattered. You whimpered into the kiss, your body pressing to his like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hands slid under your shirt, not even trying to be subtle now, and you gasped at the contact. Your hypersensitive skin burned under his touch.

 “Fuck”,  he breathed against your mouth, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead on yours, “This is�� fuck, I didn’t think it’d hit this hard”. You nodded, equally breathless,  “I can’t think straight. I just… Hyunjin…”. His name on your lips did something to him. He kissed you again, harder this time, hungry, messy, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hands roamed like he didn’t know where to start. Waist, hips, up your back, tugging you flush against him.

Your head fell back with a shaky moan as he pressed open mouthed kisses down your jaw, your throat, the edge of your collarbone, “You’re my best friend”,  you said suddenly, breath hitching. His hands stilled for half a second, his lips hovering just above your skin, “I know”, he murmured, “But right now, I don’t think I can pretend I don’t want you”.

You let out a shaky laugh, part nervous, part delirious with desire, “This is gonna ruin everything” “Maybe”,  he said, voice low, almost trembling, “But I’d rather ruin everything than stop touching you right now”.

It was enough for you to surrender. You pulled him back to you with a groan, your fingers threading into his hair as his mouth crashed against yours again, his hands finding every inch of exposed skin he could reach. You were both losing control fast. Clothes slipping, kisses deepening, breaths turning into ragged moans. He pressed you down on the fluffy carpet, hovering over you, eyes dark and wild with desire. “Tell me to stop”, he whispered, lips brushing yours. But you didn’t. Instead, you pulled him in closer and kissed him like you’d been waiting years.

And maybe you had.

Your clothes disappeared in a blur of kisses, breathless laughs, and trembling hands. Neither of you spoke much now, there wasn’t room for words, only the frantic pace of touch and the fire crawling under your skin. His shirt came off first, then yours. The moment his skin touched yours, you both gasped— heat meeting heat, every nerve lit up and begging for more.

Hyunjin’s lips trailed down your neck, tongue teasing against sensitive skin, teeth grazing just enough to make your back arch, “God, you’re driving me insane”, he murmured, voice deep and wrecked, like it physically hurt to hold back. “You think I’m not losing my mind too?”, you whispered, clutching at his back, nails digging into his skin as he pressed his hips down against yours.

The friction— hot, perfect, too much and not enough all at once— made your body jolt. He groaned low in your ear at the contact, his hands gripping your thighs, sliding between them to spread you wider beneath him. Your breath caught when his fingers found you, stroking slowly and deliberately. You were soaked, already aching from just kisses and heat and him. His touch was expert, sensual, gentle but with just enough pressure to make your legs tremble.

“Fuck”, he whispered, watching you melting into pleasure under him, “You’re so wet already. Is this all because of me or the aphrodisiac?” “It’s you”, you gasped, hips rolling into his hand, “It’s always been you, Hyunie”.

Something shifted in his eyes. something softer beneath the hunger, like he’d been waiting to hear that for far too long. He kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, tongue tracing yours in a rhythm that matched the movement of his fingers between your legs. You were so close already, body shaking, moaning into his mouth with every pulse of pleasure he gave you, “I wanna taste you,” he said against your lips, his voice low like a prayer. 

You didn’t even get to answer before he slid down your body, eyes never leaving yours, lips trailing kisses across your stomach before settling between your thighs. The first flick of his tongue made you cry out. Your hips lifted, thighs tightened around his head as he licked you exactly like he’d dreamed of it. Like he needed it. Slow circles, teasing swipes, sucking just right until you were a panting mess, fingers tangled in his hair, begging without shame.

When you finally came, it hit hard— sharp, overwhelming, stars hit your eyelids as your whole body shook with release. He didn’t stop until you were twitching under him, your chest heaving, legs weak. And then he was back above you again, kissing you through the aftershocks, hands cradling your face like you were something precious, “I need you”, he whispered, voice barely holding together.

You reached for him, pulling him closer, “Then take me”. Without thinking twice, his body settled between your legs, skin against skin, warm and trembling with need. You could feel him hard and heavy, pressed right where you needed him most. But even now, as wild with desire as he was, Hyunjin paused. His forehead rested against yours, his breath unsteady, “This changes everything”, he whispered, “I know”, you breathed, reaching up to cup his cheek, “But I don’t care. I want you”.

That was all he needed to hear.

You felt the slow press of him entering you, inch by inch, stretching you open, filling you so perfectly it was almost unbearable. Your mouth fell open in a gasp, and his low groan echoed yours as he sank all the way in, hips flush against yours. “Fuck”, he muttered, eyes squeezed shut, “You feel so good, princess, so damn good”.

You clung to him, overwhelmed by how deep he was, how right it felt. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, pulling him even closer as he began to move— slow at first, gentle, like he was trying to savor every second of this moment. Each thrust dragged a moan from your lips, your body arching into his, nails raking down his back. He kissed you hard between each breath, each movement, a fevered rhythm of lips and hips, skin and sighs, “You’ve no idea for how long I’ve wanted this”,  he said against your neck, his voice shaking.

You matched every movement with your own, matching his rhythm, anchoring him with your hands as pleasure grew tighter inside you. The friction, the heat, the way he kept whispering your name— it was everything. “I should’ve told you”, he panted, moving faster now, “Should’ve said it a long time ago” “Said what?”, you gasped, eyes fluttering, overwhelming tears rolling down your face.

“That I’m in love with you”

The words did something to you. You pulled him into a kiss so deep it stole your breath. Your response was not spoken, but felt in the way your whole body wrapped around him, the way you gave him all of you. Every thrust grew messier, more desperate until you were both on the edge.

You came again, clenching around him, moaning his name as waves of pleasure tore through you. He followed moments later, groaning against your shoulder as he buried himself deep, hips stuttering through his release, breath ragged and body trembling.

For a long moment, neither of you moved— just tangled limbs, racing hearts, sweaty skin, and the weight of everything you’d never said until now. Hyunjin’s body was warm against yours, his hand resting gently on your hip as he nestled his face into the crook of your neck. You could still feel the warmth between you both, the remnants of your shared breaths, the pulse of everything that had just happened.

He lifted his head slowly, his eyes still dark with the aftermath of what you'd just shared, but now there was something softer, something real. His thumb traced small circles on your skin, “So…”, he began, his voice low, still breathless, “That was... intense”.

You laughed softly “That’s one way to put it” “I’ve wanted this... wanted you for so long”, he said quietly, pulling you closer, his forehead resting against yours. “It wasn’t just the aphrodisiac, YN. I... I’m in love with you. And I always have been. Since the first day of elementary school”.

 Your heart skipped at the confession, the weight of it settling into you like the warmth of his touch, “I know”, you whispered, brushing your fingers through his messy hair, gently tugging him back into another kiss. This one was slower, more tender with no urgency, just the soft acknowledgment of something new, something deeper.

He smiled against your lips, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, “Is this going to be weird now? Like, with everything? With us?”. You shook your head, “It doesn’t have to be weird. We’re still us. Best friends, just... with more now”. He chuckled, a little nervous, but also relieved, “You’re right. But damn, I never expected you to be that good in bed”. You rolled your eyes, hitting his arm, while he laughed “Idiot”. 

He rested his head against yours, his hands gently caressing your back, and for the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt right. You didn’t need anything else.

Just him.

Just this.

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[melioraskz]

Lee Minho, the guy who…

A/N : Wrote this in the middle of the night LOL !! Also my first written thing of 2025, it’s short af but enjoy !!! It’s like a headcanon thing idk

Warnings : mentions of sex, markings, Minho being a little jealous ig. Nothing crazy LOL!!

Minho x reader !

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

Lee Minho, the guy who remembered your order at the local coffee shop in detail, if you hated coffee ? Then he’d order you something else like tea or matcha, point is he knew exactly what you liked and would always get you one if he was grabbing one for himself and knew he would be meeting you as well, sometimes if he knew you needed cheering up he’d come with one anyways despite not getting myself anything <3

Lee Minho, the guy who even before he knew that he had a crush on you would feel his ears burn up when your hands accidentally touched while you were handing him something, even if it was just for a second he’d think about it for an hour afterwards…

Lee Minho, the guy who who stared at you for a solid minute when you finally told him how you felt about him. Under that minute you had felt all your anxiety about being rejected build up to the point where you had to snap your fingers right in front of him to make him snap out of it. When you said it was fine if he didn’t like you the way you liked him he quickly shook his head in panic and waved his hands in front of you to signal a strong no. “No no no I like you! I like you too!”

Lee Minho, the guy who even a year into the relationship looked at you with such loving and genuine appreciation in his eyes. His lips curled into a crooked smile. You’d be doing your laundry in front of him and he’d be staring at you smiling like a goof with one elbow against the table with his hand steadying his tilted head.

Lee Minho, the guy who will act like he definitely doesn’t wanna help and that you’re so annoying for asking but secretly love doing anything and loves the feeling of being needed, even if it’s for something as small as reach the top shelf or open a glass jaw. (he is such a Tsundere…)

Lee Minho, the guy who definitely is rough in bed, you will wake up bruised up the morning after and he will have the biggest smug on his face as he looks at you trying to cover it up in the mirror, resting his shoulder against the doorframe as you swear at him for being too reckless.

Lee Minho, the guy who when you do get upset at him for marking you up will say something like “well you didn’t complain yesterday” and just laugh at you.

Lee Minho, the guy who definitely find it super fucking sexy seeing you marked up by him, however he will eventually feel bad as he does not wanna cause any trouble for you at work so he’ll try to help you cover it up to the best of his abilities <3.

Lee Minho, the guy who will be jealous over your boss, especially when he one day goes over to your work to give you your phone that you forgot at home on his way to JYPE. He casually walks in with cap & mask on hiding his identity and sees your boss trying to put his hand on your shoulder, on top of your clearly uncomfortable expression he just feels a rush of jealousy so he will straight up walk up to you, introduce himself as your boyfriend like. “It’s nice to finally meet you, sir. I’m Lee Minho, her partner”.

Lee Minho, the guy who after years of being with you, when his kpop career has calmed down a bit and he has finished his military service, will propose to you. He did definitely ask his members, most likely Jisung, for help on rings, making sure it’s the perfect ring that’s your style. He takes everything into consideration, what style you usually get drawn towards, if you’re out with him at a mall and walk past a jewellery shop he will see if your eyes linger just a little longer at a certain design as well. He wants everything to be perfect.

[httpdwaekki]

skinship | s.c

summary: you thought changbin hated you, but that all changed one day when you showed on his doorstep, moments away from an anxiety attack.

wc: 1.8k

warnings: descriptions of an anxiety attack

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you didn’t think changbin hated you per say, however you did notice his hesitancy towards you, so that definitely didn’t make you think he liked you either.

you noticed he’d keep his distance when you would hang out with the boys and forget about skinship, he avoided you like the plague. you were a very touchy person, similar to felix, you tended to cling to your friends. so you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt your feelings even a little bit, especially because of how he clings to your other friends.

you brushed it off though, you know not everyone was going to like you but it stung a bit coming from changbin. truth be told you had a lil crush on him when you first met him but you had given up a while ago.

this changes one day however, you found yourself outside of the 3racha+hyune dorm, seconds away from an anxiety attack. you don’t remember how you made it to the building but you knock regardless hoping anyone but changbin would open the door.

luck was not on your side as the rapper opens the door, coming face to face with your panicked expression. “h-hi-“ quickly wiping your tears, attempting to plaster a small smile on your face. “sorry- is chan home?” you were fiddling with the hem of your shirt, attempting to calm yourself long enough to get to your best friend.

“no he’s at the studio- are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice. “yeah! sorry to bother you, i’ll just go to the studio, sorry again!” you say quickly, turning around to make a quick exit.

“hey wait, are you okay?” he steps out, grabbing your wrist, stopping you.

you pause, attempting to collect yourself, “yeah, i just need to find chan.” you go to leave again, his grip tightens slightly. “please let me go.” you whisper, a lump forming in your throat, as you focus on the concrete below your shoes.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he starts panicking, never had he seen you so distraught. you were usually a ray of sunshine, kind-hearted and smiley, but this- this sent a shock to his core and he knows he can’t let you leave.

he moves in front of you, going to grab your other arm when your head whips up as his hand makes contact with your skin. your eyes are wide and full of panic, unshed tears line them as the panic took over your body.

your reaction has him dropping your wrists immediately. “i’m sorry- i’m sorry, i just want to help.” his voice soft, as if he were speaking to a scared animal.

“can i help you? please, i don’t want you driving like this, it’s not safe.” he explains gently, holding out his hand, trying not to let his panic show. “no- it’s okay, i’m sorry to bother you.” you plaster a fake smile on your face as you stumble backwards, changbin catching you before you could fall. he wraps his arms around your middle before pulling your back to him.

“i’m sorry, i’m just gonna go.” you attempt to free yourself from his arms, feeling the anxiety building in your chest, weighing down on you with each passing second.

“y/n.” his voice stern as he tightens his hold, keeping you in your place. you freeze, locking eyes with the floor, refusing to look at him.

“please,” he begs softly, “let me help you.”

your facade breaks. your knees weaken as sobs wreck your body, changbin tightens his grip, pulling you closer to him. once you regain your footing, he circles around you pulling you into him once more.

you become inconsolable as your arms wrap tightly around him, shoving your face into his neck. “i’m sorry-” he cuts you off with a gentle shush. “don’t apologize. you’re okay.” he rubs soothing strokes on your back as you calm down. 

once your breathing was semi-normal he pulls away, almost missing the pain that flashes in your eyes. almost. “come on, let’s get you inside.” he grabs your hand, carefully pulling you into the home.

he leads you to the couch, “sit.” you didn’t know what came over you but as he pulled away your gripped on his hand, stopping him in his tracks.

your eyes wide, gasping softly, “i’m sorry!” quickly releasing his hand. “oh my god, i’m so sorry, i don’t know why i did that.” you suddenly realize the reality of the situation, it washes over you like a wave of cold water. you get up and make your way to the door. “i-i’m so sorry changbin-” you feel your chest tighten, the grips of your anxiety tighten with each passing second.

all you could focus on was getting out of here as quick as possible. but changbin wasn’t letting that happen.

he panics and all he can think about is calming you down, so he did the one thing he can think of. he grabs your wrist once again, turning you to him placing his lips on yours. you freeze before melting into him, placing your hand on his hip, him placing his free hand to your cheek.

once he felt you relax he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. both of you taking a moment to catch your breath.

“why did you do that?” you whispered, still not moving. “uh, i read somewhere that if you hold your breath, you could stop a panic attack.” he pauses, taking a breath. “so when i kissed you, you held your breath.” you nod, pulling away slightly, still processing the fact that he just kissed you.

“oh, that’s really smart.” he nods with a shy smile. you quickly realize you’re still holding on to him, pulling away quickly, “oh!” you backed away slightly. “sorry-” you clear your throat, “thank you,” you make a circle motion between the two of you, “for that.” you smile shyly.

“uh yeah, anytime.” your cheeks warm as a light pink brushes his. you both stand there for a bit before you speak. “can i ask you something?” you ask suddenly, causing him to look to you.

“yeah anything.” he says, prompting you to continue. you hesitate, “do i make you uncomfortable?” you ask quietly, fiddling with your shirt once more. you glance towards him, catching the confusion on his face.

“no not at all,” he furrows his brows, “why would you think that?” he wants to move towards you but he hesitates. 

“i’ve just noticed, you just always seem,” you pause, trying to find the right words, “i guess, closed off? like you’re really open with everyone else but with me you always seem to avoid me a bit.” you can see him processing the information but the lack of response was making you panic a bit.

“well! i guess not avoid but like kinda closed off? which would make sense because you’ve known everyone a lot longer than me but you just always hug everyone and then kinda just avoid me, which is fine! totally okay! i just-” he cuts you off with a kiss.

while your rambling was super cute, he couldn’t watch the panic again. his hands on your cheeks once more, he waits for you to relax into him before he pulls away.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers out of breath, “you’re just so cute when you ramble.” you let out a breath as you smile. you place your hands on his wrists, keeping his hands on your skin, basking in the closeness of each other.

a few moments of silence pass before he moves to kiss your forehead, bringing you into him. he wraps his arms around you before he speaks, “you don’t make me uncomfortable, and i certainly wasn’t avoiding you on purpose.” he pauses as you wrap your arms around him.

“i’m so sorry i made you feel that way, i just didn’t know how to approach you.” you tighten your arms around him as he speaks. “i now see i had nothing to worry about huh?” you giggle, shaking your head before pulling away.

“i don’t know if you could tell but i like you, i have for a while but i thought i made you uncomfortable so i kept my distance.” you say looking into his eyes, his coming up to rest on your soft cheek once more.

“not at all, i’m sorry i made you feel this way.” he says, eyes sorrowful. you give him a shy smile, “it’s okay, i’m glad i know why now.” you place a quick peck to his lips, as if it was a seal of confirmation.

he gives you one in return but that quickly became many more… all over your face. you squeal as he continues his attacks, “bin! okay okay, mercy mercy!” he giggles stopping his targeted attacks before quickly picking you up, pulling a noise of surprise from you.

you quickly wrap your arms around him, “where are you taking me?” you giggle as he walks through the dorm, taking you along for the ride. “i’m taking my girlfriend to my room to cuddle because she was having a rough day.” he states proudly, planting a big kiss to your kiss as he enters his room.

“your girlfriend huh? not even gonna ask me?” you tease as he lays you on his bed. “i figured the two passionate kisses and the other kiss attack was enough to solidify that.” he shrugs, looking down at you.

you take a moment to ‘think’. “yeah that’s pretty fair.” you nod, giving him a cheeky smile. he gives you a big kiss before deciding to lay on top of you. “oof!” you giggle as he settles his weight on you.

you look down to find his boba eyes staring back at you, big grin plastered on his face. “move up more, what are you doing all the way down there?” you give him a teasing smile, as he realizes what you meant.

“yah! you’re not allowed to tease me any more.” he whines as he moves up, closer to you. “oh no?” you wrap your arms around him and he lays down once more. “says who?” he nuzzles his head into your neck before relaxing. “says me.” you can’t see his face but you know he’s pouting regardless.

“okay, i’m sorry bub.” you giggle placing a kiss to his hair. what you don’t see is the light blush that dusts his soft cheeks at the pet name. another moment of silence passes, “i’m glad you answered the door.” you say softly. 

he lifts his head to look at you, small smile on his face. “me too.” he places one more kiss to your lips before melting back into you where you both fell asleep, smile gracing both of your lips.

this doesn’t last long before hyunjin and han both wake you up with their surprised screams when they find you two.

[seungfl0wer]

*𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏*

Pairing: Chan x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Fluff/Smut (Short Oneshot)

Warnings: Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding, mentions of getting pregnant, Oral (Both), mostly just a fluffy story with fluffy sex lol. Sorry for any mistakes or missed tags

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You loved going on tour with your boyfriend getting to spend time with him and seeing all the different places. Getting to see him perform and everything it was just so exciting. Yesterday you landed in Australia which Chan was ecstatic to show you around. He brought you to see his parents which you’d already met a few times. His dad made some dinner while everyone talked and had a good time.

“Babe wanna go see my favorite spot?” He asked with a smile.

“Of course” you said smiling back.

As everyone finished dinner Chan asked if you were ready. He drove you to a beautiful spot, it was lit by the moon light. The ocean crashing against the shore, the sky just as stunning. Chan interlocked your fingers as you sat on a small bench just staring out into the vastness of the ocean. He kissed you lovingly, you couldnt help but notice him staring at you. He had a habit of this, just taking in your beauty. He studied your face memorizing every little inch like he would forget it if he looked away.

“I don’t know what’s more beautiful, you or the ocean” he said with a fond smile.

“I can’t compete with the beauty of your first love” you say with a teasing sigh.

He couldn’t help but chuckle kissing your cheek “you both are my loves” he teased.

You both sat there contently in silence enjoying the sounds of the waves and small birds still chirping. “Can I ask you something?” He said softly.

“Of course silly” you said smiling.

“You love me right?” He said.

You were taken back a small bit but chuckled “yeah most days” you teased.

He let out breath before kissing you lovingly. His hands came up to cup your cheek, he looked into your eyes. You could see how much he loved you. How his eyes almost formed hearts as he stared into yours.

“I have another question for you then” he said voice stuttering a bit.

You tilted your head looking at him “and what’s that?”

“Well first you gotta close your eyes.” He said with a nervous smile.

He could feel his heart racing, his hands were getting clammy. He knew you wouldn’t say no however he still was a bit nervous. He wanted everything to be perfect, he wanted it to be special. He got up getting down on his knee In front of you. He pulled the ring out, Funny enough it was a ring you picked out before. You had joked about how if he was ever gonna propose this was the ring. He saved it. That was almost 2 years ago and he still remembered.

“O-ok open” he said. As he watched your eyes open going wide as you realized what was happening.

“My beautiful, my love. Will you- will you make me the happiest man alive by being my wife? I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Growing old together.” He said his words coming out fast.

“Chan” you started to sob happy tears of course. You flung yourself on him wrapping your arms around him. “Yes, yes a million times yes. I wanna be with you till we are old and grey yelling at kids to get off our lawn” you giggled through your tears.

He wrapped his arms around you pulling you into him trying not to cry himself. A few small tears falling despite his best efforts. When he pulled away he cupped your face whipping the tears from your cheek. “Y/n I love you with every fiber of my being.” He said kissing you passionately. “May I put the ring on?” He asked pulling away.

“Oh yeah!” You said making you both chuckle.

He slipped the ring on kissing you once more.

“Christopher! No fucking way!” You almost screamed. “You remembered the ring?” You said not being able to believe your eyes.

“Of course I remembered silly” he said.

He sat back down beside you, wrapping his arm around your side. He pulled you into him, into a warm cuddle. You both sat there for a few hours just talking and enjoying each other’s presence.

When you got back home his mom was smiling ear to ear. “I assume it went well” she said before pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m so happy he has you” she said. Here came to tears again.

All the boys who had been outside came in smiling at you. They all looked so happy. “Wait y/n you said yes? Really? To this old man?” Seungmin teased.

“Yep, my old man” you said making him roll his eyes.

The next morning the boys were off to the concert, it went flawless as always. Chan had a special glow to him though. He just couldn’t stop smiling. Before ending the show for the night Chan stood there that smile still plastered to his face “Stay!” He yelled out. “I proposed to y/n!” He yelled louder. The whole crowed erupted. Quickly it became trending on twitter and everywhere else. Surprisingly everyone was supportive, everyone was excited to see your wedding. They were all happy to just see bangchan so happy.

——

The wedding planning started right away. You both brain stormed wanting to make sure it was both of you combining ideas. Although things had gotten stressful at points you had so many people that helped and supported you.

When the day had come it went so perfectly. Only small hiccups like almost falling over when you got into the dress. Which honestly made you and everyone else just laugh. Another hiccup that was also funny was Felix coming into your room to help with something and almost seeing you in your tits. He freaked out so much he ran into the wall. Not once. But 3 times before leaving the room. He couldn’t help but laugh, like you were hysterically laughing.

When the time came to walk down the aisle though as soon as you both saw each other neither of you could stop the tears. You both were crying, his mom was crying, a few of the boys and brides maids were crying. It was just a stream of tears. And it only got worse when you exchanged vows. Chans being so beautiful written of course.

Driving off after to head to the hall after for the party you were excited. Chan and you having a small make out session in the car. When you got there Chan had you sit down because he had something planned. You sat there as you watched all the boys come out and get into position. This mother fucker, wrote a whole song for you, got them to choreograph a small dance and had planned this out for months. The song was heartwarming and the small dance was just perfect. Just as it ended all the boys rushed you giving you a big group hug.

Chan and you both danced swaying back and forth as he kept repeating how beautiful you were. “Y/n you really look stunning, god I can’t believe we’re married. I can’t believe you said yes” he said making you laugh.

“Babe, I said yes how long ago” you teased.

“I know but I just- I’m just so fucking happy” he said kissing you lovingly.

You could hear the fake gags coming from a member or two making you laugh. “I’m really married to a man with 7 children aren’t I” you said.

He was laughing now “yeah sorry about that” he said.

The night went by watching as the boys, your family and friends all just having fun. You couldn’t help but laugh while you watched the boys twerking. Minho came up beside you chuckling as he watched them “you really married into this” he said.

“Yep I sure did” you said.

“You can still back out” he joked.

“I’ve already been stuck with you guys for how many years. What’s the rest of my life?” You said smiling fondly.

“True, I guess the boys do need a mother” he joked.

“Yeah gonna ground them all for twerking so badly” you both chuckled.

It was time to throw the bouquet, when you did Hannah, Chans sister was the one who caught it. The person who caught the garter was Hyunjin. If you know anything about weddings the person who catches the garter is supposed to put it on the leg of the person who caught the flowers. However Chan looked like he’d kill him if he did.

Hyunjin walked over placing it on Hannah arm like a bracelet. “Don’t wanna die tonight” he said loudly as he did Making everyone laugh.

As the night wounded down and everyone left Chan and you headed back to the house. You were excited for morning though, Chan had booked a honeymoon and wouldn’t tell you where it was. You were leaving in the morning bags already packed. Chan cuddled up to you all night both super tired from everything.

——

When you landed you were greeted by beautiful scenery, a vast blue ocean the looked like it never ended. The place he had booked had the perfect view, there was a huge jacuzzi tub and roses all over the bed. It was stunning it smelled like citrus and candy. As you plopped your bags down and also plopped yourself down on the bed. Stretching out after being cooped up in the plane for so long. The bed was comfortable, honestly felt like a cloud.

Chan smiled looking at you before climbing on top of you. He nuzzled his face into your neck making you giggle. Hearing you giggle he started tickling you, you busted out laughing squirming under him. You could feel him smiling against your skin. “My beautiful wife” he said as he pulled away. He looked down at you with love in his eyes, leaning down to kiss you passionately.

His hand cupped your face as he depended the kiss, tongue poking at your lips. You happily parted them as your tongues battled for dominance. His other hand roamed downwards, playing with your breast. He played with your nipples rolling them in his fingers pinching them ever so slightly. A soft moan was swallowed by him before you knew it he had your shirt off. Sucking gently at your skin leaving pretty purply red marks all over it.

He kissed down your body before swiftly pulling the rest of your clothes off. You gasped at the fast motion only to be met with his lips against your thigh. He kissed his way down them, kissing around your core before diving head first. His soft plump lips attached to your nub, nibbling it ever so perfectly. He licked a long stip up and down your folds before pushing his tongue into you. His hands gripped at your thighs holding them apart as his tongue fucked you. His pretty nose brushing against your nub every so often.

You were squirming, moaning loudly hands interlocking into his hair. You gripped it tightly making him groan into you. He loved when you pulled his hair especially while eating you out. “Is my pretty wife gonna cum?” He moaned out. Before you could even respond though he was pushing his fingers into you. Pumping them fast as he curled them. His lips started to suck harshly at you clit all the while keeping eye contact with you.

“Ch-Chan fuck- please- don’t stop!” You moaned.

“Wouldn’t dream of it” he said with a smirk.

His fingers were moving perfectly and his tongue working overtime. What drove you over the edge was a slight bite he left to your clit. Your body ached off the bed orgasm crashing over you. Chan road out your high pulling away with a long string of salvia. His lips were wet from salvia and your juice.

He fumbled to get his pants off, too pussy drunk to think straight. “Let me help you” you said breathily undoing his belt before pulling them down. His cock springing out, he was so unbelievably hard it almost looked painful. You couldn’t help but wrap your lips around it taking him slowly into your mouth. You were quite literally drooling over him. You took him back your throat the whole way as you started to bob your head. His head thrown back as you did he moved your hair from your face. Looking down at you he couldn’t help but moan the sight making him wanna cum.

“F-fuck baby- s’good” he said.

He let you go at your own pace watching you take him all in. “That’s it baby- fuck just like that. M’good girl. My pretty wifey” he mumbles out. As you swirled your tongue around the tip he almost gasped. “Shit- wait” he said pulling out from your mouth. You looked up at him a little confused “sorry love- i wanna cum in that pretty little cunt of yours” he said with a groan.

“Come here” he said pulling you up lips crashing into yours, he moved you back laying you down on the bed. He aligned himself to your core before pushing into you fully. Both of you letting out a heavenly moan at the feeling. Chan gripped your hips as he moved in and out of you. His cock filled you so perfectly his head hitting the your cervix. He pulled away from the kiss moving to look down at you. “My beautiful wife, fuck taking me so good” he groaned.

You felt his cock already twitching inside you, he wasn’t gonna last long at this rate but neither were you. “S’good- always feel so good-“ you moaned out.

Chan watched as his cock reappeared and disappeared inside of you. Your walls were clenching around him, sucking him into you. “Made for me, for me only my pretty wife. Gonna- fuck- gonna cum so deep in you you’ll get pregnant” he mumbled out. “Gonna fuck a baby into yeah? Fuck gonna be my pretty pregnant wife- shit” his movements were turning sloppy. Hands slinking up to yours. He interlocked your fingers together as he fucked into you. “Y/n I love you fuck I love you so much” he moaned.

You gripped his hands tightly feeling your high about to wash over you. Chans head rested in the crook of your neck moaning into your ear as he sucked/bit at your neck. “Chan! I love you to! My- my handsome husband!” You almost screamed your orgasm crashing over you. As he heard those words fall from your lips you calling him your husband his mind just short circuited. His body stuttered on top of you as he pushed one last time cumming deep inside of you.

He let go of your hands wrapping his arms around you holding you tightly to him as your highs washed over you both. Panting Chan pulled away to look at you “y/n I love you, I love you I love you I love you” he repeated.

“I love you to my handsome husband” you said smiling. He kissed you lovingly before slowly pulling away.

“Wanna get in the big tub together?” He asked smiling.

“Is that even a question” you teased.

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skz jealous texts <3

18++ nothing exactly explicit but there is implications!!!

ot8

Bang Chan:

Lee Know:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

Han:

Felix:

Seungmin:

I.N:

FREE BONUS IS THE PICTURE I USED FOR IN’S PROFILE PICTURE BC OMGOMGOMH HOW HAVE I NEVER SEEN THUS?!?!!?

like he’s so pretty i wanna ran my head into a wall lol

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞—𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Mafia AU, Stray Kids one shot

𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍?

Synopsis: When his enemies strike during a family visit, the truth shatters their world; Chris is a mafia Capo. Forced to leave him for your safety, you tried to avoid him, but Chris convinces you to stay. You built a happy life together, until Christmas brings a devastating loss. Leaving Chris to exact the only gift he can give in return.

Warnings: Reader's death (the idea was voted yes in this poll). Mention of blood, guns, violence, explosions, tears(LOTS of it), angst. OC!enemy. Dad Chris. Reader is a doctor and is called 'Dove'. Might have overused some words.

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: This is my first writing outside soft, contemporary romance. It's probably not my best work, but I wanted to write it while the motivation was lingering. The story is HEAVILY inspired from a south Indian movie, it's basically in that universe but switched to Mafia.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

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Shoot! Bang!

The gunshot vibrated through the air, the echoes ricocheting off the cold, concrete walls. For a moment, time stood still, then the heavy thud of a lifeless body hitting the floor shattered the silence. 

Blood spilled out in thick, crimson waves, pooling beneath the corpse, the metallic scent tainting the air. No one dares to step in his territory. 

Chris stood over it, his chest rising and falling with steady control, the barrel of his gun still smoking, though his eyes burned with something dark and cruel.

Around him, the others shifted in the dimly lit room. Jisung exhaled, while I.N knelt to check the pulse—unnecessary, but instinctive. "It's done," he muttered, wiping his hand on his jeans, the stain spreading like ink.

Hyunjin leaned against the wall, running a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable. “They’re getting too close.” His voice was low, laced with tension.

Chris didn’t respond. His grip tightened around the gun, the weight of it familiar, grounding. He had made his decision long ago. This life came with taking blood and brutality. 

There was no other way.

Then Chris’s phone tinged, a sharp contrast to the suffocating silence.

He pulled it out, and the moment his eyes landed on the screen, his heart faltered when he saw your name. 

Dove: Can we meet? There's something I need to tell you. Cafe at 5?

For a second, he forgot where he was—forgot the blood, the bodies, the weight of the life he led. His thumb hovered over the screen, the tension in his chest was unfamiliar, but not uncomfortable.

“Who is it?” Changbin asked, arching a brow and walking towards Chris.

He hesitated before slipping the phone back into his pocket. "No one.” He shrugged nonchalantly, straightening his leather jacket. “No trace of him should be found,” Chris pointed the gun at the corpse, “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

Changbin knew better than to push Chris with more questions, he nodded and walked toward the body. Chris turned around, walking into a changing room and changed to an entire different outfit that hid his true identity perfectly. 

After a while Chris reached the location you had texted him, you waited outside, nervousness crawling across your skin. He was always punctual, but today he was just a teensie bit, five minutes late. 

You spotted him walking towards you, removing his sunglasses, the hoop hearings glinting under the shining sun, a dimple grin that made your heart flutter.

“You’re late,” you huffed, crossing your arms, a pout forming on your face. “Five whole minutes, Chris. I was starting to think you stood me up.”

Chris sighed dramatically, a lopsided smile tugging at his lips as he leaned down, pressing his lips on yours. “Sorry, love,” he murmured against you. “Traffic was hell.”

You rolled her eyes, but the ghost of a smile betrayed your irritation. “You always say that. But anyways, I'm nervous. Come fast.” Your hand wrapped around his wrist as you pushed the door open and pulled him inside.

“What happened?” Chris asked, his brows furrowing as you walked inside the huge restaurant cafe. 

“You're going to meet my father.” You said nervously as you kept walking. Chris stood on his feed, as if he was chained, making you stop. 

“Baby you could have told me earlier, I would have prepared something.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Is this an exam? For you to prepare?” You bit your lip, nerves building in your stomach. 

“At least give me a clue about him, Dove.” His fingers lingered across your cheek. 

“The word he despises the most in the English language…” 

You started walking again. “Is it sorry?” He asked jokingly. 

You eyed him head to toe. “Police.” 

Chris’s heart skipped a beat at your words, remembering that you never knew about what he truly does, but he quickly masked his reaction with a small chuckle, slipping his hand into yours as you led him deeper into the bustling restaurant café. 

“I see,” he said smoothly, offering you a reassuring smile despite the unease simmering beneath the surface. “So, no cop jokes, then?”

You shot him a nervous glare, your fingers squeezing him. “Chris, I’m serious. He’s… intimidating. Just be yourself, okay? My dad’s really protective.”

You finally reached the table where your family sat, and Chris instantly felt the scrutiny in your father’s gaze. He was a tall man with a sharp jawline, streaks of silver in his dark hair, and eyes that seemed to pierce right through him. 

Your mother, on the other hand, was warm and welcoming, a kind smile tugging at her lips as she observed Chris. And then there was your younger sister, who looked at him with curiosity.

“Mom, Dad… this is Chris,” you introduced, gesturing toward him with a small, hopeful smile.

Chris stepped forward, extending his hand confidently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” he said, maintaining steady eye contact with your father.

Your father didn’t immediately take his hand. Instead, he studied Chris with a hard gaze before finally shaking it, his grip firm and unyielding and gestured to him to take a seat. 

You sat next to Chris, taking a deep breath, waiting for one of them to start a conversation. Right when Chris cleared his throat to say something, your father interrupted.

“I have no intention of seeing my daughter with you.” He cut straight to the chase, his tone sharp leaving your heart to sink like a stone thrown in an ocean.

“Dad—” you spoke but his icy gaze pinned you down and Chris held your hand tightly beneath the table. 

He felt you tremble slightly in his grasp but he gave it a reassuring squeeze, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. He could sense the tension in the air thickening, pressing down on both of you like an invisible weight. 

His jaw clenched, but he kept his expression calm, composed—even though your father’s words hit him like a punch to the gut.

“I understand your concern, sir,” Chris said, his voice steady but gentle, careful to show respect without backing down. “I know how much she means to you.”

Your father’s eyes narrowed, a storm brewing in their depths. “You think you do.” His words were cold, slicing through the air like a blade. “She’s my daughter. My responsibility. And I won’t hand her over to just anyone, especially someone who arrives five minutes late.”

You stiffened beside Chris, your cheeks burning with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “Dad, please…” you pleaded softly, but Chris gently squeezed your hand again, signaling that he had this under control.

“I apologize for being late,” he said sincerely, looking your father in the eye. “It wasn’t intentional. But with all due respect, sir, my commitment to her goes beyond being on time for dinner. Now it’s my responsibility to protect her, to cherish her.” 

His voice was firm, yet there was an underlying warmth to it that made your heart ache in the best way.

Your father leaned back in his chair, studying Chris with an expression that held skepticism, like a man weighing the worth of the person before him. 

“You say you’re in law enforcement,” he said finally. “That’s a dangerous job. You’re putting yourself in harm’s way every day. What happens when that danger follows you home?”

Chris met his gaze head-on, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips. If only your father knew just how deep that danger already ran. That he was beyond just a loyal cop. That his job was with violence, guns and blood. 

But instead, he answered with practiced ease. “Sir, danger exists everywhere. My job is to keep it as far away from her as possible. I would never put her in harm’s way.”

Your mother, sensing the rising tension, placed a gentle hand on your father’s arm. “Let the boy speak, dear,” she said softly, offering Chris a kind smile. “He’s here because he cares about our daughter.”

Your father sighed, rubbing his temples. “Care isn’t enough,” he muttered, his voice gruff. “What happens when things get hard? When work comes before family?” He leaned forward, his sharp gaze piercing. “Because I’ve seen men who thought they could handle it, and they ended up failing their families.”

Chris nodded, his grip on your hand firm but comforting. “I won’t fail her, sir,” he said without hesitation. “Your daughter means the world to me. I know my job isn’t easy, but I assure you, her happiness, her safety, our life together will always come first. I’m not here to make empty promises. I’m here to prove to you that I’m worthy of her.”

You glanced at Chris, your heart swelling with emotion. The conviction in his words, the way he spoke with such quiet confidence, made you fall for him all over again.

Your father’s gaze softened. Just a fraction. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “Big words,” he muttered. “We’ll see if you can back them up.”

Your little sister leaned forward with curious eyes. “So, you’re really a cop? Like… badge and everything?”

Chris chuckled, leaning in conspiratorially. “Top secret, but yeah. Badge and everything.”

You laughed, nudging your sister. “Leave him alone, will you?”

As the evening went on, Chris found himself slipping into the conversation effortlessly. He complimented your mother’s cooking, shared amusing stories that he carefully crafted to fit his “police officer” persona, and even managed to get a small chuckle out of your father. Slowly but surely, he was winning them over.

But just as those smiles were about to last a bit longer, Chris caught a reflection of a masked man walking behind him from the mirror hanging from the wall in front of him. 

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his other hand flying to the gun resting on the waistband of his pants and before you could register what was happening, he screamed.

“ON THE FLOOR!”

The restaurant, once filled with warm chatter and clinking silverware, was now a battleground of panic and confusion. The masked men charged forward, their heavy boots pounding against the tiled floor.

“Get the Capo!” one of them roared, his voice slicing through the chaos like a blade.

Capo? The word echoed in your head. Isn't that the term used in the Mafia?

Your father stood frozen, eyes wide in shock as Chris drew his gun with precision and fired. The sharp crack of the shot echoed through the room, sending one of the masked assailants crumpling to the ground. 

A second later, Chris was moving. Swift, calculated. He overturned a table, using it as temporary cover while bullets whizzed past, shattering glass and porcelain.

Screams filled the air, people scrambling for the exits, but Chris stayed rooted to the spot, shielding you with his own body. “Behind that door!” he shouted, motioning toward the back exit.

You hesitated, your eyes locked onto him, filled with fear and confusion. “Chris—”

“GO!” His voice was sharp, but his eyes softened for a fleeting second.

Your father finally snapped out of his daze, grabbing your arm and pulling you along with him. Your mother and sister stumbled behind, clinging to each other. Chris fired another shot, buying time as he watched you disappear behind the door. Relief surged through him, but it was short-lived.

More men stormed in, their weapons raised. Chris’s muscles tensed as he ducked behind a column, swiftly reloading. “So it’s you lot?” he muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing. “You picked the wrong fucking night.”

He lunged forward, taking down another man with a precise shot to the leg before slamming his elbow into another’s jaw. The fight was brutal, relentless. Fury and sweat soaked the air. Chris was outnumbered, but years of experience and instinct guided him. 

Fists flew, gunfire rang out, and blood stained his knuckles, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

You watched Chris through the glass window, not missing a single move and breaking the arms of anyone who came in his way. The banging sounds of the guns made you shake, cover your ears and close your eyes. 

Finally, the last man fell, groaning in pain on the floor. Chris wiped the back of his hand across his brow, chest heaving. His ears still rang from the gunshots, but the only thing he could focus on now was you. He turned sharply, heading towards the door you had escaped through.

But his heart sank when he saw it.

Through the shattered window, he spotted your father pulling you away, your eyes wide, pleading, your lips forming silent protests. “Dad, please! Christopher—”

But your father’s grip was firm, his face set in grim determination. “You’re done with him!” he shouted, dragging you away.

Chris’s chest tightened. He took a step forward, but the weight of the moment crushed him. Your father’s eyes met his. Full of fear, anger, and something he couldn’t quite place.

And then, just like that, you were gone.

The weight of what just happened settled over him like a suffocating fog. His cover was blown, and worse. He had dragged you into his world of blood and violence.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, sliding his gun back into the waistband of his pants.

But one thing was clear. He wasn’t letting you go that easily.

~

It’s been 3 weeks. Chris’s calls and texts were unanswered. He went to the hospital you were working at, but they refused to give your details. He wasn’t one to beg, but for you, he had swallowed his pride more times than he cared to count.

Tonight, he was done waiting.

Chris leaned against his black car parked discreetly across the street, watching the entrance of the hospital with sharp, dark eyes. The hood of his jacket was drawn low, shielding his face from prying eyes, but there was no mistaking the tension in his stance. His fingers twitched at his side, itching for something. 

For you.

And then, finally, you appeared.

Chris straightened the moment he saw you step out of the hospital doors, the soft glow of the entrance lights framing you in a way that made his chest ache. You looked exhausted, the white coat hanging on your arms, your hair hastily pulled back. The familiar warmth he once found in your eyes was absent, replaced by something colder and distant.

He pulled his phone out and dialed your number, your phone rang in your hands but when you saw the name on the screen, you pressed the volume button, silencing his call. 

Anger and rejection fueled his chest, you hadn’t noticed him yet, too busy rummaging through your bag as you made your way towards the street. Then unintentionally your eyes landed on a familiar pair of dark eyes.

Chris took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he pushed off the car and stepped into your path. “Dove.”

You looked at him and then turned away, as if you didn't hear him. Frustration took over him, you halted frozen when he called you by your name. 

You turned back around, your gaze on the ground, heart in your throat. You couldn't look at him the same anymore. How could you? He wasn't who he told you he was.

His identity was revealed that evening, surrounded by chaos and danger. Your father was right.

But you weren't mad at him for hiding that he's a Capo. If anything you were scared. Scared of what dangers and threats that would follow him.

Chris walked towards you until his figure enveloped you, the strong scent of mint and leather engulfing your senses.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice was tired, but sharp.

His jaw clenched, his eyes searching yours desperately. “You haven’t been answering my calls.”

You hugged your bag closer to your chest, stepping back instinctively. “I thought that was pretty clear.”

Chris exhaled sharply, taking a cautious step forward. “You can’t just shut me out, Dove. Not like this.” His voice softened.

“It doesn't matter Chris, I don't think this isn't going to work out.” 

“What honey?”

“OUR LIFE!” Your voice cracked, tears threatening to spill. Chris's breath was clogged in his throat, unable to see the fear and pain etched across your face.

Your chest rose and fell with the weight of emotions you had tried so hard to suppress.

Chris stared at you, his jaw tightening, his eyes dark with unspoken emotions. "Dove..." he reached out, but you took a step back, shaking your head.

"I love you," you choked, your fingers clutching the strap of your bag so tightly that your knuckles turned white. "But love isn't enough when I'm scared every second of what might happen to you! When— when those men came at you, almost shot you, I—"

His hands gripped your shoulders, making you calm down, his index on his lips asking you not to shout.

Your gaze locked with his, pleading. "I can't afford to lose you, Chris. And if you love me too... you'll find a way out of this.”

Chris swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he took a hesitant step toward you. "Alright, then tell me what you want me to do." His voice was soft but laced with desperation, his fingers brushing away the cold tears streaming down your face. 

"You give me a solution for this.”

You looked at him, hope flickering in your eyes despite the pain. "Leave it all, Chris."

He blinked at you.

"Whatever you're doing, whatever mess you're tangled in, just leave it behind. We can go somewhere far away, where no one can find us. We’ll get married, start over... just you and me." 

Your voice broke, tears slipping down your cheeks. "Please... if you can’t do that, then…”

Your voice wavered as you took a deep breath. "If you can't, then hail me a taxi. And we'll end this right here, right now.”

He watched you, his heart pounding violently against his ribcage. He wanted to say no. He wanted to promise you a life far from the blood, the danger, the lies. But deep down, he knew, there was no walking away from this world.

Silence fell between you like a heavy storm cloud, suffocating, pressing in from all sides. Chris's lips parted, his hands twitching at his sides. The war in his eyes was painfully clear, and for a fleeting moment, you thought he might choose you.

But then, without a word, Chris lifted his hand and flagged down a passing taxi.

Your breath hitched in your throat as the yellow cab slowed to a stop in front of you. The cold night air felt heavier, suffocating. You blinked up at him, disbelief washing over your features.

His jaw clenched, his eyes filled with unspoken regret, sorrow, love. He reached for the door handle and opened it for you, your heart shattered into shards. 

Right as you were about to get in, he said, “Won't you give me one last goodbye hug?” 

His sense of humour at this situation made you rage, your bloodshot eyes stung as you got inside the taxi without sparing another glance at him and closing the door shut. 

“Okay, I'm sorry.” He raised his hands up in surrender and turned to his back, not wishing to watch the cab pull away. 

He pinched the bridge of his nose closing his eyes, swallowing the hard lump in his throat when he heard the breaks behind him, that made him chuckle.

You got out of the car, running to him, slapping your coat against his body.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?! Huh?” Another hit and Chris laughed in response. “Are you trying to chase me away?!”

Chris let out a chuckle, catching your wrist mid-air before you could land another hit.

“Silly girl, I knew you would come back,” his fake laugh was uncontrollable, “But I didn't think you'd come back this fast.” 

You slapped your hand against his arm, your chin wobbling. 

His fingers curled gently around your hand, his thumb tracing soothing circles over your skin. "Dove," he murmured, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions. "You know how much I love you.”

"And I love what I'm doing now as Capo as well," he admitted, his voice soft but unwavering. "But I will never give up or lose you for it. Okay?"

You stared at him, your chest rising and falling in time with his, then you wrapped your hands around his body, burying your face against his heart.

His arms wrapped you tightly, his heartbeat thundered beneath your ear, steady and strong, but the warmth of his embrace did little to soothe the fear still clinging to your heart.

You looked up at him, your breath warm against his skin. “You will never leave me right?” You asked, your voice shaking.

Chris’s fingers sank in your hair, pressing your face flush against him. 

“I promise… I will always be with you sweetheart.” 

The warmth of his body, the way his arms caged you in so securely, made you want to believe in his words, made you want to trust that he could protect you from the cruel world that kept trying to tear you apart.

You sighed, the tension in your body slowly melting under his touch. "Okay," you whispered, the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at your lips. "But if you ever get a bullet wound, I swear I’ll kill you myself."

Chris laughed softly, the sound vibrating against your cheek. "Noted," he said, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead and taking your lips in his, erasing away your fears and doubts as the world blurred around you. 

~ 

1 year later. On the night of Christmas Eve.

One whole year passed by in peace. You and Chris built a beautiful life together, you got married a few weeks later, Chris managed to convince your father who in the end only wished for his daughter's happiness.

You moved into his mansion, a strangely comforting place that slowly began to feel like home. It was far from the chaos you once feared, tucked away in a quiet part of the city where you could pretend, for just a little while, that Chris wasn’t who he really was.

Each morning, you woke up wrapped in his arms, sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting golden hues over his face. He looked so peaceful when he slept, his guard down, his breathing slow and steady.

He came home every night, exhausted but safe, his arms always reaching for you, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in his life. And you were. Every night he made love to you, sometimes fast, rough and hard, other times long, sweet and slow. 

But there were moments when the illusion cracked. When you caught glimpses of the weight he carried in his quiet stares out the window, or when he’d disappear into his office for hours, his voice low and serious on phone calls you pretended not to hear. 

You never pushed. Because deep down, you knew the truth. The world he came from, the one he tried so hard to keep you away from, could never truly disappear.

When you surprised him with a small box that contained a pregnancy test, he was overjoyed. You brought light into his dark world, and from that moment on, Chris changed in subtle ways. 

He became softer, more attentive, and even more careful. He pulled away from some of his more dangerous work, delegating tasks to his most trusted men, ensuring that his time at home with you was sacred.

Tonight, on Christmas Eve as you were stacking away the presents for your family to open tomorrow morning, Chris came downstairs, exhausted but a smile spread across his face after putting your baby to sleep. 

He spotted you in the living room, fixing the lights on the huge Christmas tree, he walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Sweetheart…you seem very happy,” he murmured between the kisses he kept brushing on your neck.

You turned to him, his gaze piercing with yours, you could count each lash that was brimming his whiskey eyes. 

“I feel complete.” you said lowly. 

“Hmm?” He tilted his head to the side. “Give me details Dove.” 

“I have a loving husband. A beautiful home. An angel as a daughter. What else would I need?” You smiled. 

“So I feel complete.” You pecked his nose sweetly and he playfully scratched it.

Chris’s hands tightened on your waist when he kissed you, murmuring against your lips, “I'm over here about to tell you that our angel might want a baby brother to play with…”

Pink crept your cheeks but you turned away nudging him with your elbow. “Honey, not interested. Our angel is more than enough for me.”

“Okay,” he chuckled. “Our angel is more than enough.”

“But I wanna know something sweetheart,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I know that you still dislike what I do…” you chuckled and he continued.

“That you accepted this life for me and you made a lot of sacrifices for me…” The lights on the Christmas tree sparkled in his eyes as he spoke and you watched him carefully.

“What is your dream, Dove?” 

Your breath hitched in your throat, caught off guard by the tenderness in his voice. You swallowed hard, your eyes flickering to the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree before returning to his gaze.

“My dream?” you echoed softly, a wistful smile tugging at your lips. “You can't fulfil it.” You joked, innocently tapping his face. 

His brows furrowed slightly, the faintest hint of sadness crossing his face but not noticeable enough. “At least tell me,” he said, encouraging you to speak about the life you always dreamt of. 

You leaned into him, your fingers tracing over his black t-shirt. 

“Mm, in a long far away land, in a small village, we're living in a cozy cottage. I wanna hear the chirping of the birds every morning, with a beautiful climate that's sunny but also rainy.” 

Chris watched you, patiently listening. 

“Hubby should have a boring job that requires you to go late and arrive early.” He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

“And a small cat!” You jumped, “and his name should be… Simba,” you couldn't stop smiling as you kept speaking.

Chris’s lips curled into a soft smile, his eyes never leaving your face as you painted your dream with such innocent delight. He could see the longing in your eyes, the sparkle of hope despite the life you were already living with him.

“And what about our little angel?” he asked, his voice low and gentle, his fingers tracing slow patterns on your back.

You grinned, your eyes lighting up. “She’ll grow up surrounded by fields of flowers, climbing trees, and chasing butterflies.” Your voice grew softer, more wistful. “She won’t have to know about fear, or danger, or the shadows that lurk in the corners of this world.”

You sighed, the smile never leaving your face. “I want a simple life, just the three of us in a world with no threats, no danger… no worries.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest. “You had it all planned out, didn't you?”

You shrugged playfully. “A girl can dream.”

Chris held you closer, his chin resting atop your head. His voice was thick with emotion when he whispered, “I wish I could give you that, Dove.”

You pulled back to look into his eyes, your heart twisting at the conflict in them. “I know, Chris,” you said gently. 

“But tell me this,” you pecked his chin. 

“How do you feel about me as your wife?” 

His dimple deepened when your arms rested on his shoulder, his hands cradling your sweet face. 

“I feel…that you are…”

The sound of shattering glass echoed through the house, followed by a deafening silence that sent chills down his spine.

You gasped, a sharp intake of breath, your body slipping from his hands onto the floor before he could react. His heart seized, eyes widening in horror as a pool of blood gathered from beneath you. 

"Baby?" His voice was a strangled whisper, barely audible over the ringing in his ears. He pressed his trembling hands over the wound, desperate to stop the bleeding, but the warm, sticky crimson seeped between his fingers.

Before he could process the nightmare unfolding in his arms, another gunshot cracked through the air. Instinct took over. Chris whipped around, shielding your limp form with his body as his eyes locked onto the figure stepping through the broken glass.

A figure dressed in black, his face partially obscured by the shadows, strode inside with chilling composure. Chris recognized him immediately—Damian Voss, the younger brother of the man Chris had killed a year ago.

“You thought you could just walk away, Capo?” Damian sneered, lowering his gun slightly, his eyes dark with vengeance. "Did you think I’d let you live a fairy tale while my brother rots in the ground?"

Chris's chest heaved with rage, his arms trembling as he carefully laid you down on the floor. Your face was pale, too pale, and your shallow breaths tore at his heart. He had to end this, fast.

He surged to his feet, a deadly glare replacing his fear. “You son of a—”

But before he could do anything, a sharp brutal force of an iron rod slammed the side of Chris’s head. A blinding pain exploded in his skull as he staggered back, his vision blurring.

He hit the floor hard, the taste of blood filling his mouth. The room spun, distorted voices echoing in his ears.

Damian crouched beside him, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, yanking him up so their faces were inches apart. "You took my brother from me, so I'm taking everything from you," he hissed.

Blood trickled down from the corner of Chris's mouth as Damian dragged his body and layed him on his back against the couch. 

His foot landed on Chris’s chest, the force of it made him gasp your name, you could hear the tortures he was going through as a tear leaked from the corner of your eye but you were unable to move at all. 

“You know killing you right away won't make me satisfied Chris…you should die slow. So…fucking…slow…” Damian sneered as he fired the gun upwards, calling out his soldiers. 

“Plant that bomb. The explosion should erase every last evidence of this fucker’s existence.” Damian ordered his men and walked out of the door. 

As the soldiers fixed the countdown of your lives and filed out of the house, their heavy footsteps fading into the night, the silence that followed was deafening. 

Until a ragged gasp tore through the air.

Pain shot through your body like a thousand knives piercing your skin. You took deep breaths and with trembling arms, you made yourself get up, holding your wound and dragging your weak body across the cold floor, pain flaring with every inch you gained.

Metallic red liquid smeared all over your dress as you crawled, inch by inch, toward Chris who was drenched in blood, his back pressed against the couch.

“Chris,” you shook his shoulder, your voice was barely audible, tears streaking your face as you reached him.

Chris's head lolled to the side, his face pale, his half-lidded eyes blinked sluggishly, trying to focus on you. "D-Dove..." he coughed, his voice rasping with pain and despair.

The blinking red light of the bomb timer flashed in the corner of your vision, a cruel reminder of how little time you had left.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you pushed yourself up, biting down a scream as pain shot through you. Gritting your teeth, you crawled upstairs, gripping the railing to keep yourself steady.

Reaching the nursery, you flung the door open with trembling hands, your eyes locking onto your daughter’s sleeping form in her crib. Relief flooded through you, but it was quickly overshadowed by fear.

You gathered her into your arms, biting back the renewed scream that threatened to escape your throat as fresh pain shot through your side. Her tiny weight pressed against you, grounding you, forcing you to keep moving.

Descending the stairs with careful, painful steps, you fell and knelt beside Chris, tears streaking your face as you cradled your daughter close and shook him, trying to get him up.

“Christopher!” You hand cupped his chin, jolting him awake. 

“Chris, please get out of here—,” you choked fisting his shirt. “please get out…take the baby and go…and leave me back…” your hand fell from his shoulder, breaths began growing slow and shallow, "...I won't survive..." he gripped your arm, his head falling back. 

“...there's no point.” 

The taste of pennies coated his tongue as he swallowed hard, his hands trembling as he reached to hold your daughter, before you hugged her close to your chest.

“Even…after this,” your voice broke, “you wish to be Capo…” You said through gritted teeth. “leave her with me.”

Your voice wavered, but your resolve was firm, fisting his shirt tighter. “But if you love me… if you ever loved me, vow to me—right here, right now, you will be a good father to her. That you will protect her, raise her away from this hell.”

Chris felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. He shook hard as his head fell back, his cries bouncing against you. His world was crumbling right in front of him, slipping through his fingers, and he was powerless to stop it. 

His jaw clenched, tears pooling in his eyes as he swallowed hard. “I swear,” he whispered, his voice thick and rough. “I swear, I’ll keep her safe. I promise…”

A faint, tearful smile touched your lips as you gazed at him, your eyes clouding with exhaustion. “Thank you…” you breathed, your head resting against his chest, handing the swaddled baby over to him.

His eyes, heavy with pain and exhaustion, searched yours desperately, his breath ragged as he clutched at your weakening form. Chris pulled you closer, his body trembling with sobs he could no longer hold back. 

“Dove, please stay with me,” he begged, pressing desperate kisses to your temple, your forehead, anywhere he could reach. “Just… just hold on a little longer, baby. Please.”

Your breath hitched, your lips parting slightly. “Hubby…”

“How do you feel about me as your wife…?” you asked him one last time.

“You are the reason for breathing my love.” He cried, burying your face in his neck, his voice so painfully loud, it could shred diamonds.

“You're my peace, my home, my whole life. I didn’t deserve you, but you loved me anyway. You saw the man I tried to be, not the monster I was.”

Tears streamed down your face as his words wrapped around you like a blanket, soothing the ache in your heart. You struggled to keep your eyes open, to stay just a little longer in the warmth of his embrace.

Your eyelids fluttered, and with the last shreds of your fading consciousness, you whispered, "I love you, Chris…” and your eyes closed, your last breath fanning over his blood stained skin.

The moment your breath stilled, a ragged scream tore from his throat. He couldn’t breathe. He held you tighter, rocking your lifeless body in his arms, his sobs raw and unrestrained.

And then, a tiny cry pierced through.

His daughter.

Chris blinked through his tears, his chest heaving. He looked down at the fragile, innocent life cradled in his arms, her tiny hands clutching weakly at your dress.

He pressed his lips to your temple, his body trembling violently. “I love you,” he whispered, voice broken beyond repair. “Forever.” 

He gently laid you down on the marble floor and staggered towards the door, his legs barely holding him up. 

The blinking red light of the bomb ticked down, a cruel reminder of the life he was leaving behind.

You had given him a new life and took his death along with you.

~

2 years later.

Capo Christopher Bang’s death was the biggest talk of the underworld. The news spread like wildfire, whispered in hushed voices across darkened alleyways and smoke-filled clubs. Some called it a tragedy, others a long-overdue fall from power. But no one knew the truth.

In a quiet, picturesque village far from the city's chaos, Chris was living the dream you once painted for him. He resigned as Capo, living in a quaint cottage surrounded by endless greenery, birds chirping in the mornings, and a peaceful routine that revolved around his daughter, the last piece of you he had left. 

She believed her father had a simple job, working as a librarian and returning home just in time to tuck her into bed, reading fairy tales under the soft glow of the lamp. She knew nothing of the weight he carried in his heart, the life he left behind, or the silent war brewing in his eyes.

Chris’s men were still in the underworld but were loyal to him, played along, treating this quiet life as their own, shielding your daughter from the darkness that still lurked beyond their haven.

But tonight, on Christmas Eve two years later, the past came knocking once again.

Chris was laying next to his daughter who was drifting into a deep sleep, he bent down, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, inhaling the sweet scent of baby lotion and warmth.

“Daddy?” her sleepy voice murmured.

“Shh, angel,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Go back to sleep or else Santa won't come home.”

She blinked up at him drowsily, a soft smile playing on her lips, her small hands touching his face. “Merry Christmas, Daddy.”

His chest tightened. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

Once your daughter was in her slumber, Chris straightened, his eyes hardening as he turned to the two tall figures guarding the doorway. 

“She’s your responsibility tonight.” 

Felix gave a firm nod. “You don't need to worry.”

Seungmin placed a reassuring hand on Chris’s shoulder. “She’s safe with us. Go finish this.”

Chris exhaled deeply and walked to the front door, where Minho and Hyunjin were waiting. Both were dressed in black, three bikes parked in front, their eyes sharp and filled with the same rage that had festered in him for two long years.

“Are we doing this tonight?” Hyunjin asked, flexing his fingers and cracking his knuckles as he slipped on the gloves. 

Chris’s jaw tightened, his voice cold and unwavering. “That bastard took my wife from me and I'm not stopping until I feel his blood in my hands.”

Minho smirked, the glint of a blade visible beneath his coat. “Let’s make it count.”

As they stepped out into the bitter night, three beast engines roaring to life, Chris took one last glance at the small, warm house behind him. It was a life he swore to protect, a life you had dreamed for him.

But tonight, he was stepping back into the shadows—one. last. time.

For revenge.

Silence fogged the air when the club's lights went off, leaving the room in dread darkness. Damian reached for his gun on his waistband but found his pocket empty. 

He turned around fast, cracking his neck as he felt something crawl up skin and before he could breath, a ragged cloth closed around his head, blocking his airway.

Outside the bar Hyunjin shot and fought Damian's guards until he was standing on a pile of men with broken limbs and cracked necks.

Damian kept fighting until he was pushed against a chair, Minho standing behind him as he removed the cloth off his head, revealing a deadly, wrath fueled Chris standing before him. 

“You fucker…you're still alive.” He hissed and shot forward, aiming his fist at Chris who whipped a thick, iron bar resting on his shoulder, slamming the side of Damian's head in a brutal force. 

Blood splattered out of his mouth, a harsh, loud, strangled scream ripped from Damian’s throat echoing off the walls, as he fell on the ground, feeling his brain vibrate. 

Chris landed a kick with the same force Damian kicked him in the chest two years ago, his hand gripped the bar tightly before swinging it back again at his head, shoving another slam on the other side his face, cracking his skull, blood gushing out Damian's nose. 

The metallic smell soaked the air, each breath he took sharp and bitter. Relentless torture was aimed at the man who took Chris's life away from him, until there was nothing left for him to break. 

Chris stood still, the bar in his hand trembling slightly from the force of his previous blows, dripping with blood, his knuckles were raw, bruised from the reckless pounding, but it was the anger that still coursed through him that made him feel alive. 

“Christopher…”  he croaked, his eyes bloodshot and wide with fear.

Hyunjin and Minho tied Damian on the chair, injecting injecting pure adrenaline into his failing body. He trembled violently, the sudden rush of chemicals forcing him to consciousness despite the overwhelming pain consuming him.

He was unrecognisable because of the destruction Chris had made on his face. 

"You don’t deserve a quick death." Chris whispered, his voice eerily calm. And that was all he said.

Hyunjin tied a time bomb around Damian’s torso, the almost unconscious man looked up at Chris, his eyes begging for mercy. 

His gaze searched Chris’s face, as if trying to find a sliver of mercy in his hard, unforgiving eyes. But there was nothing there.

Hyunjin stepped backward after fixing the time bomb, twisting it to its final setting. “Time’s up,” he said, his tone emotionless.

Damian's desperate, pleading eyes met Chris's one last time. “Please… don’t do this,” he croaked, his voice barely audible.

But before he could finish, the bomb clicked into place, its red LED countdown flashing ominously.

Chris straightened up, taking one last long look at the man who had ruined his life. He could feel the weight of his actions settle on his shoulders, the finality of what he was about to do.

This was it. The end of the road.

With one last deep breath, Chris turned away, his hands stained red, his heart pounding in his chest.

Hyunjin, Minho, and he walked out of the room without a single word, the sound of Damian’s desperate, agonizing cries of pain fading into the silence behind them.

The building was swallowed by the night, a hollow shell of destruction as the countdown echoed through the walls. 

Once the time reached zero, the loud explosion made the birds resting in the nearby trees fly away flapping their wings in terror.

Chris pulled his phone out, the wallpaper of you and him on your first date appearing on his screen.

"finché non ti rivedrò, amore mio." He whispered to himself.

until I see you again, my love

***

The next morning, your daughter came out her bedroom, rubbing her eyes and spotted her father on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate sitting next to him.

“Daddy!” She squealed, running towards him, wrapping her small arms around his neck. Chris hugged her back tightly, pressing his lips on her hair and she nestled close to his chest.

“Where did you go last night daddy?” She asked, her eyes wide and curious, her voice innocent, unaware of the darkness her father went through.

“I didn't go anywhere baby,” Chris said, kissing her cheek that made her giggle. “I will be with you always.” 

She grinned up at him, her eyes filled with wonder, and without warning, she slipped her little hands into his, pulling him onto the floor and began opening her presents. 

Lavish toys, clothes and books her Mafia uncles spoiled her with. 

After a while, her tiny hand wrapped around Chris’s huge arm. “Daddy, can we go outside?” 

His smile deepened as he nodded. “Of course, darling.” 

Lifting her with ease, he carried her in his arms as they stepped out into the crisp morning air, the golden light spilling across their quiet little yard, a fluffy orange cat following behind them.

Your daughter's head rested against Chris's shoulder, the soft rustling of leaves the only sound accompanying their steps. 

The weight of the night’s events still hung in his chest, but he focused on the feeling of her small body in his arms, the steady rhythm of her breath, the calmness that had returned to his world since she had been born.

As they reached the center of the garden, Chris followed her eyes which was glued to a bird gliding gracefully down from the sky, landing softly on the lush green grass. 

Its wings beat gently as it settled, its pure white feathers standing out against the vibrant colors of the morning.

“What bird is that, Daddy?” she pointed at it, her gaze full of wonder.

Chris smiled, his heart swelling with love and a deep, unspoken sadness. “That’s a dove, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low and tender as he spoke. 

“It’s so pwetty,” she murmured, her hand reaching out toward the bird as if she could touch its serenity. 

“Do you think it’s here for us?”

Chris’s smile faltered just a fraction, his heart heavy with memories of the past and the promise he had made to you. 

He looked at his daughter, the only living hope of his life you gifted to him. He nodded, though his voice was thick with emotion.

“I think it is,” he whispered. "I think it's here to remind us that even after all the darkness... there’s still light.”

She rested her head back on his shoulder, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she watched the dove slowly strut across the grass, the little cat's bushy tail brushing Chris's leg.

The dove took flight again, its wings stretching wide as it soared into the morning sky, leaving Chris, his daughter and Simba standing beneath it, in a world that had both healed and broken him in ways his daughter will never fully understand.

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loving is terrifying — han jisung. best friends to lovers. accidental confessions (1.6k words)

in the midst of ranting, han jisung accidentally confesses he’s in love with you

“And if I burn the whole school down, would you bail me out of jail, Hanji?”

You’re still only a few sentences into the important speech you were asked to write, and you’re starting to feel agitated, chewed up pencil carving out your thoughts on paper before finding its way abandoned on your desk.

It’s been a few hours, and you’d chosen to put the pencil down lest you want to bring yourself to insanity.

Pretty lies usually come easy to you, but now they’re burning holes into your skull and flicking the ashes into your brain. In the reprieve, all you can think about is your anger for the authority.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t be your accomplice.” Jisung retorts from where he’s seated next to you on the floor, arms crossed behind his head as he leans against his couch.

“There’s just so much wrong in the system. Their code of rules deprive students of their creativity. Only the top students have a multitude of opportunities waiting for them. And don’t get me started on how the authorities put so little value into culture and societal issues. Everything is wrong, just wrong in all ways!”

There’s a word count in Jisung’s head on how many times you’ve said wrong in one sitting, but he’s looking at you with a hint of something in his eyes. Almost adoration.

“And we can change it by burning the school down?” A tone of amusement is laced in your best friend’s voice, though you fail to search for a trace of judgment.

“We can start there. Then the world.” You take the pencil back and fiddle with it between your fingers.

“The world? That’s very ambitious of you.”

You glare at him.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be by your side. I like ambitious.” Jisung smiles at you, making sure to lock his eyes with yours so you can see heavy genuineness where his pupils are. “What’s the next step then?”

“Climate change.”

Jisung throws his head back in quiet laughter, and the slight movement allows you a whip of his laundry detergent from the white shirt he’s wearing. “Okay, climate change.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“I’m not!” His lips quirk up into a smile, eyes morphing from crescents to a full moon as he struggles to defend his name. There is still laughter even in the way he licks the inside of his cheek and takes your hands in his.

You fail to copy his laughter.

“Your eyes are upset. Are they directed at me?” Jisung softens his voice, only speaking one his laughter has boiled down. He pulls you closer than you already are, and you don’t notice the way he grabs the pencil between your fingers in the process to set it down.

“Of course not.” You mumble. “I’m mad at everything else, at everything wrong.”

A tally adds to his word count.

You sigh when you let go of his hands to take the paper in your own, eyes leaden as they scan across the sentences you had bullshited earlier. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to write this.”

“Just scream it out.”

“What?”

“Scream out what you actually want to say.” He grins.

You gape at him.

“I’m not screaming in your living room. Your neighbors are going to think someone’s being murdered.”

“Then just say it. Whatever you want to say. Everything wrong.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Okay, I’ll start then.” He smiles, and it’s heart-warmingly encouraging. “I wish it was easier to ground myself. I live in my head most of the time, and opening up is hard, and I wish forming any form of relationship wasn’t so scary.”

“Ji—“

“Okay, now your turn.”

“We are not going to ignore what you just said.”

“I said, your turn.”

“Jisung.”

“Please?” He places a hand over yours, and it’s enough for your brain to short circuit.

“Alright, fine. But we are going to talk about it later.”

“Now, what about those things that are wrong?” Jisung asks, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.

“Well, uh— our poor education system, that’s for one. And, the government. Blatant sexism too, how stupid the patriarchy is, how I still can’t parallel park for the life of me.”

You start with sporadic things, the ones that instantly pop in your head when you think about things that make you upset, and as you continue to talk, you dig a little deeper, and you don’t even realize you’ve stood up and your hands are flailing around like a salesman by the second.

“And, don’t even get me started on the transportation system. It’s so dumb how car-centered design came to be because how is it that the people who have access to private vehicles also have the easiest routes over the less fortunate who walk or commute? Like, why do we have to adjust to the roads?”

There’s a long list of things you want to say, finally letting loose and narrating all the things you’ve kept locked away in the back of your mind because you’re with the one person you can trust. When you meet Jisung’s gaze, he’s looking at you in awe.

“I hate how we’re branded as prodigies when we were younger. I hate the expectations that come with it, that we have to be great all the time, and, oh, this actually feels really good.”

Jisung chuckles at the way you come to a sudden realization, but he’s always known you were wiser beyond your years. “You’re brilliant.”

“Well, you have to say something too!”

Jisung fiddles with his fingers, trying to think of where to start. Though, the brilliance that is you and the opportunity of having this moment with you is enough motivation for him to follow suit.

“Uh, it’s so scary how superficial people are nowadays, and how so quickly they’re let down. It stresses me out how a single mistake could cost you so many relationships, but at the same time, who will stress out if not me? And it makes me realize how lucky I am to have the people in my life, and having an opportunity to talk like this really fuels my positivity in life, and it makes me realize even more how much I strongly feel like my life is for you guys, and there is nothing more important to me than being able to be a good person for you guys, like you. I wish I could be the bestest friend for you, maybe even more than that, but fuck, loving is so scary so I wish you’ll never find out how I’m so so in love with you— wait.”

The room falls silent and he’s thinking of a thousand different ways to die on the spot. He’s embarrassed. This is embarrassing, and he’s thinking it really wouldn’t be too late to jump off the bedroom window and hope for the best. A thousand different ways, maybe pretend he never said anything, stand still and maybe you’d think he wasn’t there in the first place. A thousand different ways.

“Han Jisung.”

“Soooo, haha, where were we in your speech again?”

Jisung doesn’t meet your eyes for the fear of rejection. He doesn’t think he has the heart to handle it right now, especially not after his accidental confession.

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About how superficial people are? Of course, it’s so scary. Hey, did I tell you about the tim—“

“Is being in love with me something wrong?”

He falls silent, and you can visibly see him start to panic, and his hands are pressed together as if in a prayer as he’s shaking his head profusely. “No, oh god no, it’s not. Honestly, it’s one of the only things I’m sure of, and that says a lot because I’m not sure of anything. I’m not even sure I’m in the right course or the right school or if I’m spending my money the right way, or if I’m even gonna live tomorrow, but fuck, loving you and everything about you is something I will never question.”

You can feel yourself start to smile, and Jisung finds himself copying you. It’s one of the first things he knew he loved about you—your smile, and the way you think, and the sound of your laughter. Despite his erratic heart beating and his fear of this exact moment, he still finds himself smiling when you do.

“I’m in love with you too.”

“What?”

You can visibly see the gears in his head turn, and he’s writing a story he doesn’t know the ending to just yet, but the beginning is so beautiful because it’s with you. Then, he laughs. It’s breathy, and you can almost hear the relief. “Did you just say you love me?”

“I did.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“I’m in love with you, Han Jisung.”

“I’m going to die.”

You laugh, and then he snaps back into reality.

“Can I kiss you?” His tone is so careful, but there’s a hint of something you can only recognize as a slight desperation—like he’s been thinking of it a while.

Jisung reaches out to wrap his arms around your waist, albeit a little shy. It’s a pattern that’s already so familiar. He isn’t a stranger to hugging you, in fact, he’s done it a million times, but the connotations to this one is a little different, and he can’t think straight at the possibility that you might actually consent to letting him kiss you.

“Okay.”

Words that haven’t left being translated into the motion of his lips moving against yours. Honestly, he doesn’t even know who went in for the kiss first. All he knows is his hands are gently rested on your waist and he’s actually kissing you right now, and you can feel the way he’s smiling into the kiss.

It takes a few minutes for you two to pull away, a little out of breath, and he leans in to try and kiss you again but your noses bump against each other’s, and the pair of you can’t help but laugh at how the events of the night had turned.

Jisung marvels at the way everything feels so simple, so right.

“I’m not dreaming, right? Like this is actually happening?”

You laugh even more.

Jisung’s always been afraid of venturing into the unknown, always kept his feelings hidden, and he’s always loathed his mouth for being so uncontrolled with the things he says. But now, with you in his arms, he couldn’t be any more happier about the slip of his tongue and how being with you feels like one of the rare rights among all the wrongs.

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Warm Them Up - Hwang Hyunjin

A/N: Happy birthday @taichoushadow

W/C: 14.6K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Prompts: “Your hands are so cold, let me warm them up.”

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, domestic, phone sex, masturbation, struggling to cum during masturbation, explicit language, explicit scenes, dirty talking, pet/nicknames, nudism, nipple licking, clit stimulation, fingering, handjob, blowjob, oral(Female and Male receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, emotional sex, aftercare, boring shower scene but he helps clean you and vice versa.

18+ Permanent Warning: Reader is on what your preferred use of protection is, aside a condom unless stated otherwise.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

The sun was shining down hard and the temperature was blazing hot and you, no scratch that, Hyunjin had decided he wanted to go out for a walk with you— which was already in itself a bad idea—. Still, he insisted that you wear a pair of shorts and ignored your protests of going on a walk in this blazing hot weather.

"You'll enjoy what I have in mind," He says as he picks up a gym bag, which makes you raise your eyebrow in confusion, was he going to take you to the gym now also? Has he gone completely mad? He could immediately see it on your face and couldn’t help but laugh. “With that look, it almost seems like you don’t trust me at all,” He slings the bag over his shoulder and picks up the house keys.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you, it just…” You begin and move your eyes towards the bag. “Usually when you have that bag, it’s gym time, and you know how much I hate the gym, so…” You lift your gaze to meet his eyes. “If you could maybe give some clarity…” He steps closer to you and reaches for your hand, which is fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Baby, we’re not stepping foot near a gym,” He softly says. “We’re just going on a small quick walk, just trust me on this, you might enjoy what you find at the end of the walk,” You let out a huff and nod your head before grabbing the car keys.

“Okay, but if we go anywhere near a gym, or do something that’s absolute insanity in this hot weather, you will be in trouble,” You say. He nods his head and takes the keys from your grasp.

“You can do whatever you want then, I will be at your mercy,” He says and opens the front door. You step out first, and it immediately feels like the sun has slapped you onto the paving, and you just want to make a U-turn and go back inside the comfort of the cool house. “No, no, you said you’d trust me,” He closes the door behind him, locking it before making his way towards the car with you behind him, hating how it felt like the weather was making it feel like it was pushing you into the ground.

“We could get into the shower, take a nice cold shower,” You say and walk around the car to get into the passenger seat. “Instead we’re out here, being burned like freaking bacon,” He unlocks the car, and you immediately get in, hoping to get some relief from the heat, only to quickly realise it was much hotter inside the car. “Hyunjiiin!” He climbs in and places the gym bag in the backseat and shuts his door.

“Just hold on a second, I’m turning it on now,” He says. He knew you hated this hot weather, you detested it, and you always wished that it could be autumn all year round, which was your favourite weather. “I’ll blast the aircon on cold,” He switches the car on and changes the aircon settings and moments later the heated car slowly turns colder and more durable. “Better?”

“So much better,” You say. He nods his head and fastens his seatbelt and so do you before he reverses out of the driveway and drives down the road, to wherever he had in mind. The drive didn’t take too long, although it felt too long for your liking as it was 55 minutes before he had pulled into a parking lot area, you looked around and saw forest surrounding the place and a few other cars in the area as well. “We’re going for a walk here?”

“Yes, I looked it up, and you will like it,” He says and cuts the engine. “Give it a chance, if you don’t like it in the first 20 minutes, we will leave,” You look at him as he reaches for the gym bag in the back.

“Okay, deal, but you know I love forests, so we’re not going to be leaving any time soon,” You say and unbuckle your seatbelt before opening the door, only for the heat to slam into you again. “Ugh…” You climb out, fighting the urge to climb back into the car and shut the door, he climbs out and locks the car and walks around the car towards you.

“This way,” He says, and takes your hand. He guides you towards the entrance and down the pathway, you were so amazed at how beautiful it looked and the amount of shade that provided some shielding from the murderous sun that you hadn’t noticed him guiding you down several different pathways until you heard running water.

“A river?” You ask as you spot the running water, the sunlight casting off it like a reflection through the trees. “Ohh wow…” He leads you closer to the river before dropping the gym bag onto the grass and releasing your hand before removing his shoes. “What are you doing?”

“We are going to hunt for some crabs,” He says. He removes his shirt and drops it on top of the bag. “Come on, remove your shoes, we’re going to cool off also,” When he suggested a walk to you, he never mentioned crab hunting. “We’re just going to catch them and then release them again, the water is nice and shallow.”

“All right,” You say while nodding your head. You remove your shoes and take hold of his hand that he had outstretched towards you, you make your way towards the river and step inside it, instantly feeling the cold water running over your feet and a relief from the heat as well. “Ohh, that feels so good,” He smiles and releases your hand.

“Doesn’t it?” He asks. “What do you think about this walk so far?” He places his hands on his hips as he watches you, you can’t help but roll your eyes as you have to admit defeat and admit that you were enjoying this walk so far and that it was nothing like you had expected it to be.

“Yes, okay,” You say. “But you hadn’t mentioned we would be playing in the water, you left out that detail,” You bend down and scoop some water into your hands and splash it his way. “If you had mentioned it, I would have agreed.”

“Hey,” He quickly says as the cold droplets splatter onto his warm skin. “Okay, but I wanted to surprise you with this,” He steps closer to you. “It’s our last day together, and I wanted to give you a good memory for the day,” You nod your head, you have been keeping your mind busy and trying to not think about what was going to happen tomorrow. “Ow!”

“What?” You quickly say and jump out of the water. “What happened?” You could feel panic start to build in your chest and your airways wanting to close as you watched him bend over and reach into the water. “Hyunjin!”

“I just got pinched,” He says and pulls something out of the water, he holds it up and in between his fingers is a tiny crab, you place your hand on your heart and hunch over as you let out a long deep sigh of relief.

“Oh, thank gosh, I thought something else had happened,” You say and straighten yourself up. “That’s so cute,” You step back into the water and take his hand into yours to pull it closer to your face to inspect the tiny crab. “Tiny but mighty pinchers,” You release his hand, and he lowers it down and releases the small crab.

“Be careful, they seem to just attack you out of nowhere,” He says with a chuckle in his tone. “Wouldn’t want your toe to get injured by a baby crab,” You shake your head as you chuckle, only to feel something walking over your foot and your laughing dies down. “What?” You lower your head and manage to see a small crab walking over your foot, you reach down and manage to capture it and lift it.

“They like me, I didn’t get pinched,” You say as you hold up the crab. “It just gently let me know it was on my foot,” His jaw drops as he stares at the crab in your hand. “You shouldn’t scare them with your toes, Hyun,” You jokingly say and lower the crab back into the water and release it.

“Unbelievable,” He mumbles before he begins searching for another crab, determined to prove to you that his toes did not scare the crab. You continue your search for another crab also, but keeping an eye on him as he is practically crawling inside the river to find a crab. Almost an hour later, you were sitting underneath a tree in the shade and listening to the running water and leaves rustling as the wind blew. “Your hands are so cold, let me warm them up,” He says as he feels how cold they have become, he engulfs his hands around yours and brings them up to his mouth and blows hot air against them, making you laugh, but they already felt a little warmer, of course, they were going to cold, it wasn’t even two minutes since you had climbed out the river and sat down. “Better?”

“So much, thank you for warming them up for me,” You say as he releases them, but holding onto one. “My hero,” He chuckles and leans back against the tree he was propped up against.

“So, did you enjoy what I had planned for us today?” He asks. You watch as some clouds roll past, but you know the heat isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, unlike him.

“Yes, I did,” You say before letting out a long sigh as your shoulders slump. “Now we have to go home and pack your things, right?” He lets out a sigh and tilts his head back against the tree trunk.

“I don’t want to,” He mumbles. “I want to stay right here with you,” You give him a sad smile and lean your head closer to him.

“I want that too…” You whisper. He was leaving for a tour, and it would take a few months before you would be seeing each other face-to-face again, gosh, the house would be so empty and quiet without him, the bed would feel so lonely and cold without his body there, you didn’t want him to go, but he had to, it was his job and you knew it. “Just… let’s try and think about when it’s over,” You didn’t even want to think about the next few months, but you knew that it would plague your mind tonight when you wanted to sleep. “Let’s not think of the next few months, but when you’re back,” You weren’t convincing at all, but it didn’t stop him from smiling as he lifted his head away from the tree.

“Do you have any idea what I would do to you when I get back?” He asks. “They wouldn’t be able to get me away from you for weeks,” You couldn’t help but smile at his words, you would spend so much time with him catching up and hearing all of his stories about the tour, watching movies as the winter months once again settles in and takes over, but as for now… you had to face the reality of him not being able to hold you when you needed it the most.

Once you were back home the sun had started to set, and you were helping him pack his bags, carefully folding some items even though you knew it would only be thrown back in and shut like that as they go from city to city and country to county, whoever would be washing it would be folding it again and hand it back to them, only for it to be messily tossed back into the suitcase.

“This is so hard to help you pack,” You say. “It feels so wrong, even though I know it’s not for forever,” He places an item into his bag and reaches for the folded shirt in your hands. “Gosh…” You could feel your nose starting to run as tears formed in your eyes, he could see your shoulders slumping even more— if that were possible— and the corners of your lips were turned down.

“We’re both going to be crying at the end of this,” He says as he drops the shirt into the suitcase and steps closer to you, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you fully against him, and you automatically wrap your arms around him and bury your face against his chest, letting the tears spill, he could feel his eyes starting to burn and closes them, letting his tears fall, even though this wasn’t a breakup, the mere thought of not being able to see each other when you missed the other was painful. Your breathing was becoming erratic as your heart ached, you heard him sniff as you both stood in front of the bed in each other's arms crying. “I’ll try and contact you every day,” You could hear his voice shaking as he spoke, it was going to be hard for you both, it would be the first time since you had started seeing each other that he would be away for such a long time, but you knew that your relationship was strong enough, and you would make it, but the next few months would pass by painfully slow.

The next morning was even harder as you had to say goodbye to him, you found yourself wrapped up in his arms against the front door and tears streaming down your cheeks, not wanting to let go but having to let go, the other members from Stray Kids watched from the car as you and Hyunjin stayed in each other’s arm for a few more minutes before the manager started hurrying you both to finish, or they would be late for the flight, Hyunjin slowly pulls back from the embrace and lowers his head to kiss the top of your head.

“I’m going to miss you,” He whispers and unwraps one arm from around you and moves his hand to your chin and places his fingers underneath your chin and tilts your head up, your eyes were red from crying, and he knew that the tears weren’t close to drying. “I love you,” He lowers his head and his lips make contact with yours, a sob leaves your lips during the kiss, letting him know just how much you will miss him, your lips move together for a brief second before he’s pulling back. “I’ll see you very soon,” He unwrapped his arm from around you and pulled his hand away from your chin, you quickly grabbed onto his hand before he could turn away.

“I love you too,” You whisper. “Have a safe flight, and please remember to let me know when you arrived safely,” He nods his head and you slowly— reluctantly— release his hand and watch as he walks down the pathway towards the car and climbs in, looking back for a moment before the door was shut. Your heart clenches with pain as you watch the car leave the front of the house, you grip the door as you watch it turn down the road and completely disappear from your vision, you quickly shut the door and turn around and lean against it before slowly sliding down it, why did it hurt so much when you knew he would be coming back to you? Sigh… Summer was about to feel so cold without him.

It felt like time passed by agonisingly slow, and you wished you could jump to the end of the waiting period and just be reunited with him, even with him calling as much as he could, it still didn’t ease the fact that he was still months away from returning, but hearing his voice when you listened to him talk about his day and his new discovery in a new country brought you comfort and helped you through it.

“Gosh, I miss you,” His voice sounded breathy through the phone. “So, so much today,” You hear a low groan from him and immediately sit a little straighter at the sound, you hear a wet sound through the phone and slow down your breathing, hoping to hear a little better.

“Hyun…” You slowly say. “A-are you… to-touching yourself r-right now?” You almost couldn’t believe you were asking him, but fuck, you needed to know, you hear him take in a quivering breath, and you could almost imagine the scene in his hotel room.

“Y-yes,” He stutters out. “I want and need you so badly tonight, gosh,” You could feel your pussy twitching at his words, you push your thighs together as you hear another low groan fall from his mouth. “It’s extra lonely tonight,” You hear him take in another quivering breath before letting out a breathy moan.

“Fuck, Hyunjin…” You mutter and close your eyes as you begin to visualise his body in front of you, his skin was probably coated with sweat and his cheeks flushed as his lips were parted, and he moaned, his hair could be sticking to his forehead already, oh fucking… gosh.

“C-can you guide m-me through i-it?” The way he was stuttering was making your mind spin and causing blood to rush to your cheeks. You were bad at dirty talking, it wasn’t something you knew too well, but you could give it a try. “Just talk to me, anything, fuck…” You could feel yourself growing wet at his pleading tone, you may have to take a moment to yourself after this call or even join in and touch yourself, but could you really get him through it? You felt nervous, like you would mess up and ruin the mood.

“I…” Your voice cracked as you tried to say something, anything. “Hyun… how close are you?” You open your eyes and look around the living room area before getting off the couch, you need to get to the bedroom, and now.

“I’m getting there, ohh, fuck…” He moans. You enter the bathroom and make your way towards the bed, you need the most comfortable place in your home, and it would be the bed if you were going to try and get him through it. You pause as you reach the bed and move your hand down to your pants and take in a deep breath and push them down, making quick work of getting them off completely before climbing onto the bed, you slide your hand towards the hem of your shirt and slide your hand underneath it and upwards towards your breast while you place one foot on the mattress while bending your other leg and resting it on the mattress, you could feel your folds slightly parting in the position you were sitting.

“How much cum is coating your cock already?” You ask. “Why don’t you pull your hand away from yourself and check?” You hear a small whine fall from his lips before hearing the sloshing sound stop.

“My… my entire hand… is coated with it,” He sounded out of breath as he spoke. You cup your breast and rub the palm of your hand against your covered nipple, feeling it harden at the friction against it, your breathing slowly picks up, and you feel your skin heating up, your heart rate becomes faster, and you clench your walls around nothing which causes your wetness to move between your folds.

“It sounds like you’ve been touching yourself for a while now,” You say. You slowly slide your hand away from your boob and over your stomach, your fingertips move over the fabric of your panties, and you slide them towards your covered folds, fuck, you wished he was here right now and that it was his fingers instead, but it will have to do… for now. You hook your fingers at the side of your panties and pull them to the side and press them against your folds and feel warmth coming from between your folds and your wetness starting to leak from them. “Ohh…” You sigh and slide your fingers up and down your folds.

“Are you touching yourself?” Hyunjin’s voice comes through the phone, you push your fingers past your folds and press them against the inside of them, collecting your growing juices onto them as you slide them up and down your inner folds.

“Y-yes,” You sigh out and hear him inhale sharply, probably as he had gripped his cock at your words, you hear a sloshing sound through the speaker as he slides his hand along his cock.

“Fuck… fuck,” He chants out. You pull the phone away from your ear, you weren’t really one for speakerphone mode, but in this case, it was needed, you tap on the speaker option and move your hand to the top of your thigh of the leg that was lying on the mattress, letting him hear your juices moving as you slide your fingers through it. “Ohh, fucking shit, you sound so wet.”

“I am, and it’s all your fault for calling me while you’re touching yourself,” You say. You could feel sweat building onto your skin. “I wish you were here right now,” You slide your fingers towards your soaking hole, collecting more juices onto them before sliding them towards your clit, your muscles tense as you make contact with the bundle of nerves. “Ohh, fuck, Hyunjin…” His breathing picks up, and you hear the sloshing sound becoming quicker, he was sliding his hand up and down quicker and quicker at the mere thought of you touching yourself.

“I…” He breathes as he feels his balls tightening. “I’m getting… close…” You circle your fingers around your clit, giving the lightest friction to the bundle of nerves and slowly building yourself up, it would be a while before you would reach that blissful moment but knowing he could hear you growing wetter as you touched yourself and that it was helping him reach his peak was causing a ball of tension to form inside you.

“Are you going to make a mess on your hand?” You ask in a breathy tone. “On your thighs? On your tummy?” You hear a low groan from him, which makes you bite your lower lip and slide your fingers over your clit, you could feel the ball of tension slowly building bigger inside you.

“F-fuck,” He stuttered out as he was getting closer. “I-I…” His groans and moans were getting more and louder, signalling to you that he was seconds away from falling apart, you move your fingers faster against your clit and feel the ball of tension pulling inside you. “B-baby, I’m…” His whiny moans sounded so good, and you wished it was right next to your ear and his body against yours. “I… I’m go- I’m clo-close,” You could hear it in his tone, his breathing was picking up, and it made you circle your clit as fast as you could.

“Let it all out, Hyun, let it all out,” You say practically breathlessly, he could hear your juices moving faster as you were sliding your fingers through your folds to collect more wetness onto them. “Hyun, baby…” You slip a digit inside you and press the palm of your hand against your clit as you thrust your finger in and out of you, causing friction against the bundle of nerves and against your walls.

“Fuck!” He groans loudly, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you imagine his load spilling from him and making a mess on his thighs, stomach and arm. “Y/n!” Hearing him moan your name in pleasure causes goosebumps to form on your skin, and you tilt your hips upwards which makes your finger slide deeper into you, how you wished it was his fingers instead of yours, they certainly would have gotten you off, but here you were, so close to reaching your high while listening to him going through his. “B-baby, fuck, fuck, so good, ohhh,” You were getting frustrated that you weren’t getting to your high, it was like you just needed that one extra thing, and you weren’t sure what that thing was. “Ohh, fuck, it’s such a big mess…” You could hear how out of breath he was. “Are you still touching yourself?”

“Y-yes,” You stutter out, you were right there, but it was like it wasn’t enough. You could feel tears forming in your eyes as you curl and uncurl your finger inside you, hoping it could help you get there.

“Pull your finger out, baby, pull it all the way out,” He instructs. You do as he says and pull your finger completely from your pussy. “Okay, now spread your legs nice and wide,” You shift on the bed and spread your legs as wide as you can, hearing your wetness squelching as it moves. “I hear how wet you are, fuck, I wish I was there… okay, okay… take two fingers and push them inside you,” You were feeling sceptical about his guidance, but you were willing to try it, you push your fingers against your entrance and slowly push them inside you. “As deep as you can,” You feel your muscles tense as you push your fingers as deep as you can inside yourself. “Now massage your walls, keep massaging them,” He was trying his best to help you get through, knowing that you sometimes struggled to reach your climax when you touched yourself, you curl your fingers against your walls and rub the spot over and over, feeling the tension inside you growing.

“I can hear how sopping wet you are for me, if I was there I could just slip my cock inside you no problem,” You part your lips at his filthy words. “I’d push your legs wide open as I fuck into you balls deep, baby,” You knew he had done it before and the memory of that flashes through your mind, and you decide to add a third digit causing your walls to stretch around your fingers.

“Ohh, fuck, Hyun, ohh, fucking…” You moan as you feel your muscles pull and a tingling sensation forms at your toes before it slowly makes its way along your legs.

“When I get back, we should go shopping for a little something that could help during times like this,” He says. Your back arches, you had an idea what he had in mind, but you weren’t sure if you wanted to use that, but fuck, just maybe it worked faster. You feel your phone vibrate in your hand, a mental groan goes through your head, you didn't need or want anyone to bother you, especially right now. “That was me, I sent you a little something,” You turn your phone towards you and exit the call app and open your messages.

“Hyunjin!” You cry as you see him sprawled out on the bed, his cum covering his thighs and stomach which was glistening in the light and his hand lazily holding onto his soft cock, your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you shut your them only for stars to explode behind your lids moments later, you grip onto the phone tightly as the ball of tension inside you snaps, and you come undone.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl, my good filthy girl,” He coos through the phone. You could hear your heat drumming inside your chest and swear it was going to jump out of it at any moment, your body felt wet and sticky from the sweat, but your mind was high in the clouds as pleasure coursed through your body.

“Fuck, fuck, so good, Hyunjin, ohh, fucking…” You loudly moan. Your body shakes as you go through your high, and the image he had sent you keeps flashing behind your lids as you rub your walls to get yourself through your high. “Fuck, you call me filthy…” You mutter after a moment as you slowly come down from the high. “Yet the photo you sent…” You hear a breathy laugh come from him, and you slowly pull your fingers from your pussy. “I think you’re the filthy one out of the two of us.”

“I had to get you through your high one way or another,” He says. You couldn’t help but smile as you close your legs, feeling your juices squelch as they move around between your folds. “I’m glad it helped,” You find a comfortable position on the bed, laying on your side as the feeling of relief washes over your body. “Now, how was your day?”

That wouldn’t be the last time you would get a call like that, sometimes he would give you a warning ahead of time by sending you a photo of him holding his leaking cock and other times he would be sending you a photo to help send you over the edge after he had reached his peak, you would have to find a private folder for everything that he has sent you already.

The months that once seemed so endless were now quickly becoming less and less, and you were already counting down the days until he would be walking through the door and straight into your arms, and you couldn’t wait for the day that he did.

As he steps through the door he drops his bag next to it and immediately shuts the door behind him and reaches for you, you were practically bouncing with happiness, excitement and relief to finally have him back home and in your arms again and against you, his hand's instantly cup your cheeks and tilts your head upwards before he crashes his lips against yours, you place your hands on his hips and curl your fingers into his sweater, you feel his body moving against yours as he was removing his shoes by using his feet, not once breaking the kiss as he does, once he had them removed he carefully as you step backwards as he carefully steps over his shoes. Your lips were moving with his, and you could taste the chips he had eaten on his way back along with a faint taste of an iced Americano, he pushes you up against the wall and pulls back from the deep kiss, causing strings of saliva to break off as he does.

“I missed you so much,” He breathlessly says before pressing his lips against your jaw and leaving open-mouthed kisses along it and down your neck.

“I missed you too, so, so much, Hyun,” You say, feeling your emotions take control of you fully, tears were prickling in your eyes from happiness and the overwhelming feeling of finally having him back. “I’m so happy you’re home,” He releases your cheeks and moves his hands to your hips and pulls you away from the wall before slowly guiding you down the short hallway towards the bedroom.

“I’m just as happy, so happy,” He says against your neck. You reach the bedroom door, and he pushes you up against the frame and pulls back from your neck and reaches for your jacket, he pushes it down your shoulders and arms, and you release his sweater and straighten your arms to let the jacket fall to the floor, you move your hands to the top of his sweater and push it off from his shoulders and down his arms letting it also fall to the floor. “I missed this so much also,” His lips were brushing against your collarbone as he spoke while his hands were at the hem of your shirt playing with the fabric. “I’m going to just soak all of you in,” He lifts your shirt upwards, and you raise your arms, his knuckles brush against your skin as he pulls your shirt upwards, leaving a hot trail behind on your skin as he does, he pulls your shirt over your head and down your arms before dropping it to the floor.

“As long as you know I’m going to do the same with you,” You say. “And take my sweet time,” You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and curl your fingers into the fabric and pull it upwards, he lifts his arms letting you remove his shirt, you drop it to the floor and move your hands to his chest, your eyes move to his chest, and you slowly trail your hands down his chest and over his stomach, feeling his warm skin underneath your touch, your eyes follow your hands as you slide them over his stomach, you were taking everything in, it's been months since you’ve seen him in person, and you wanted to take in every single part of him, your fingers reach his pants, and you hook them into the elastic, he lifts his hand and places two fingers underneath your chin to lift your head.

“Baby,” He whispers. He moves his other hand between you and the door frame, pressing it flat against your back, and slowly slides it along your spine to reach the clasp of your bra. “I’m so glad I’m back, and here with you,” His fingers fumble with the clasp as he tries to undo it in one movement, you feel him tug on it before the clasp finally opens, and your bra loosens around you, he presses his thumb against your bottom lip and slowly slides his finger along it. “I can’t even begin to tell you how much I missed you these last few months,” He slides his hand down your spine before sliding it over your hip and onto your stomach before slowly moving it upwards, he slides his thumb away from your lip before lowering his head and kissing you softly while his other hand reaches your ribcage and moves higher before taking hold your bra and pulling on it and letting it slide down your arms until the straps stop at your wrists, you briefly release his pants and allow your bra to tumble to the floor before your hands were back gripping on his pants. He cups your boob while he slowly moves his fingers away from your chin before pulling away from the kiss and lowering his head to your chest, you press your head against the door frame as you feel his lips against your boob just above your nipple.

“Hyun…” You breathed out as your heart was beating faster, and your skin was heating up quickly. “You can just show me, just show me how much you missed me,” You were breathing deeper as the temperature slowly rose in the room. “And I’ll show you how much I missed you too,” His lips touch your nipple, and it feels like your insides tingle at the touch, his tongue touches the bud, and he slides it up and down over your nipple, your lids flutter as your body reacts to his tongue, he places his hand on your hip while his other hand kneads your boob as he was rolling his tongue over your nipple. “Hmm…” You sigh as you lift one hand up and move it to the back of his head and curl your fingers into his hair, your muscles might have been tensing, but your entire body felt like it had relaxed in his presence. He pulls away from your nipple and moves his head to your other boob and slides his thumb over your nipple, spreading his saliva over the bud and causing it to harden, your fingers tighten in his hair for a moment as you feel his mouth wrap around your nipple before you loosen your grip as he gently sucks on it.

“I never thought I would admit this…” You begin to say, your fingers were twitching to pull on his hair, and you were growing wet at the feeling of him gently sucking on your nipple. “But I missed you doing this, fuck, I forgot the effects it has,” His hand on your hip slides higher and stops once he reaches your ribs, just feeling the warmth of his hand slide along your skin was making you feel more at ease with him back home, it wasn’t a dream, he was really home this time, in front of you and touching you. You close your eyes, taking in the feeling of him sucking on your nipple while his other hand was kneading your boob and circling your nipple with his thumb and his other hand was resting just below your ribs. “Welcome home,” You whisper. You pull at his pants with your hand as you open your eyes and lift your head away from the door frame, he pulls away from your nipple and tilts his head upwards to look up at you.

“It’s so good to be back home,” He says. “And by that I mean, that you are my home,” You swear you could feel your heart grow at those words, you didn’t think it was possible for you to fall even more in love with him, but here you were proven wrong yet again, you could fall even more in love with the man in front of you. “Let’s move this to the bed,” He squeezes your boob one more time before releasing it and dropping his hands to yours, which were still holding his pants, you release his pants, and he takes hold of your hand and pulls you away from the door frame and against him. His hand moves to cup the side of your face, and he leans in, pushing his lips against yours and kissing you, your lips move together, the passion and love can be felt throughout the kiss, your eyes shut, and he guides you into the bedroom slowly, you squeeze his hand and tug on his hair as you feel the bed touch the side of your leg, he pulls away from the kiss at your signal. “Lay back for me,” You slowly release his hair, and he releases the side of your face along with your hand, and you sit down on the bed, looking up at him as you lean back on it, using your elbows to keep you propped up to watch him.

“Do you need me further on the bed?” You ask, he leans down and presses his hands into the bed next to your hips with a gentle smile on his lips, he slowly lets his gaze roam down your body, taking in how beautiful you looked, taking in everything about you all over again, fuck, did he miss seeing your face during the tour, especially when you were going through your high, the pleasure that contorts on your face as you go through the pleasurable feeling.

“For now, I’m just going to remove your pants, and then you can move a little higher for me,” He says as he lifts his gaze to meet yours, You nod your head, and he lifts his hands from the mattress and moves them to your pants, he curls his fingers into the elastic of your pants, and you lift your hips, letting him pull your pants down along with your panties. His knuckles stay in contact with your skin as he pulls the fabric down your legs, he lowers down onto one knee, and you lower your hips and lift your feet from the floor and let him remove your pants and panties, he tosses them to the side and out of sight. He licks his lips as he wraps his hands around your ankles and slowly moves his eyes along your legs, pausing at your pussy before he moves his gaze over your stomach, his lips part as his eyes reach your chest, watching as you breathe in deeply before exhaling. “I know you hate not sleeping in your own bed, and you hate unknown places, but fuck… I don’t think I can do another tour without you there,” You take your bottom lip between your teeth and suck on it for a second before releasing it.

“I’ll consider it…” You say, not really up for wanting to talk about that right now, you could tomorrow, but not now. He releases your ankles and stands. “But let’s focus on now, right now,” He nods his head and reaches forward, his fingertips brush along the top of your thigh, and you take in a shaky breath as his fingertips slide over the sensitive skin of the crease of your hips before his hands are gripping onto your hips, and he lifts them and slides you higher onto the bed, your elbows collapse and your upper body hits the matters, and you couldn’t help but giggle before moving yourself into a more comfortable position.

“That’s better,” He says and moves his hands to the mattress. You watch as his muscles bulge as he lowers himself down and presses a kiss at the bottom of your sternum. “Bend these pretty legs,” You do as he says and drag the heels of your feet along the bed until your knees were bent, and you could feel your pussy lips spreading open, you can feel his arms pressing against the top of your thighs and feel his muscles move as he kisses a line down your tummy and over your belly button until he reaches the top of your mound, you reach down with one hand and slide your fingers through his hair before resting your hand at the top of his head, he lifts his hands from the mattress before he lowers his upper body to the mattress and lowering himself down to his knees on the floor, his arms wrap around your thighs, and he grips onto your thigh with one hand while his other hand rests on your lower belly, you could feel your insides doing a flip as you felt his hair tickling the insides of your thighs and his breathing fanning against your pussy.

“Hyunjin…” You breathe and shut your eyes as you try to take a moment to get used to the feeling of him being back between your legs.

“I missed this sight so much,” He says. You could feel your pussy twitch as you feel his hot breath against your folds. “The way you smell, how warm you are,” You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling above you, your lips part as you breathe through your mouth. “Now, let’s see your pretty pussy and remind you how my fingers feel against it and inside you,” You curl your toes into the bedding for a second at his words. His hand on your lower tummy moves over your mound and his fingers slide along your folds, your lids flutter as you feel his fingers moving slowly along your pussy before they slide between your folds, he spreads your folds even more, and you hear a faint sloshing sound as your folds are being pulled open. “Wet already,” He states.

“And you’re fully responsible for that,” You quickly say. His fingers slide along your inner folds, coating his fingers with your juices as he does, and spreads them along your pussy.

“I take full responsibility for my actions,” He says. You could feel your skin continuing to heat up and sweat slowly forming on your skin, his fingers slide down to your entrance and circles it before sliding them upwards towards your clit, he makes sure to slide his fingers around the bundle of nerves, not wanting to touch it just yet. “You can’t blame me for wanting to touch you like this and making you wet after months of being deprived of you.”

“I don’t,” You say with a gasp as you feel his fingers so close to your clit as he slides his fingers to your entrance, collecting more of your juices onto them while the palm of his hand was softly pressing against your folds, barely making contact with your clit. “It’s been too long, and your hands and fingers just feel so… good,” He slides his fingers towards your clit and your muscles twitch as you feel him slide them over the bundle of nerves, you press your heels into the mattress as you feel him slowly rub your clit. “Shit, shit, just so good…” You could feel your leg muscles quickly becoming tired as you’re pressing your heels into the mattress, your ass was feeling the burning sensation as you were squeezing them together while tilting your hips slightly. “Fuck, Hyun…” You feel his thumb replace his index and middle finger, and he presses down against your clit a little harder.

“You missed this, right?” He asks as he slides his thumb up and down your clit, this little… you thought to yourself as you pressed your shoulders into the mattress and closed your eyes. “You missed me touching you like this, right?” You did, fuck, you missed him touching you and making you this hot and bothered.

“Fuck, you k-know I d-did,” You manage to moan out, tension was building inside you, and you could feel the bedding sticking to your back and droplets of sweat rolling down the back of your legs. “Gosh…” He presses his middle finger against your pussy and slowly slides it down to your entrance, a sloshing sound goes through the air as his finger reaches your sopping hole.

“Fuck, you’re soaking now, practically dripping,” He says, and you feel him slowly sliding the digit inside you. “Fuck, you can take two, can’t you?” He pushes his finger fully inside you, making his thumb slide away from your clit as he does.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes,” You quickly say, wanting to feel his fingers stretch your walls and pump in and out of you. His finger slides out of you until just the tip remains inside you before you feel a second digit pressing against your entrance, moments later he pushes them inside you, lightly stretching your walls around his fingers.

“You’re just sucking them in, baby,” He says and pulls them out halfway before plunging them back into you, his thumb is sliding onto your clit and away from it as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, you could feel a tingling sensation slowly travelling along your legs at the stimulation, your mind was spinning at how good it felt, and your breathing was picking up rapidly, and you could see spots appearing behind your lids, the ball of tension inside you was growing bigger and tighter.

“F-fuck, Hy-Hyun…” You stutter out in a moan, you were getting close. You feel his fingers slide out until just the tips remain inside you and feel a third digit slipping inside you, he pushes his fingers inside you, stretching your walls and causing a slight burning feeling as they get used to the stretch. “Oh, my fucking…” You could feel your heart drumming loudly in your chest. “Hy-Hyun…” Your body felt on fire. “I’m cl-close,” You slide your other hand around on the bed before grabbing onto one of the pillows while your other hand tightens its hold on his hair. “I… I… ohh, oh!” You squeeze your eyes tighter together as stars burst behind your lids and the tension inside you snaps. “Oh, oh!” You curl your toes into the bedding as your muscles tense.

“That’s it, that’s got to feel good after months of not feeling them inside you, right?” He asks as he curls them inside you and rubs the pads of his fingers against your walls, massaging them to help ease you through your high.

“Oh my gosh!” You cry out as your body shakes with pleasure, and you pull at the pillow, pulling it closer to your head as you do. Your head turns from side to side as your high slowly begins subsiding, and your body begins calming down, but the feeling of the sensational feeling remains, you lower your back to the mattress, and he slides his fingers out of you but continues rubbing your clit, getting you through the final few shockwaves of your high. “Hyunjin…” You sigh and release the pillow, your grip on his hair loosens, but you keep your hand there, you uncurl your toes and feel a distant ache in them from having them curled for too long. He squeezes the top of your thigh before he unwraps his arm from around you, he climbs onto the bed and sits on his knees between your legs before leaning over you and placing his hands on the bed, smearing your cum that was coating his hand onto the bedding as he hovers over you.

You really did need to change the bedding before sleeping in this bed tonight, but right now, you didn’t give one single damn about making a mess on the bed. With your hand still in his hair you pull him down and kiss him and slowly manage to roll him over and place yourself on top of him, you feel his cock pushing against your stomach through his pants and pull back from the kiss and push yourself back and sit back on the bed, crossing your legs in front of you as you do, you feel your juices spilling from your dripping entrance and onto the bed. You place your hand on his cock and slowly rub him through his pants, causing his breathing to deepen at the gentle touch.

“Ohh, fucking gosh,” He breathes out as he feels your hand rubbing up and down against his cock. “I need to confess, I missed that so fucking much,” You lick your lips as you feel it twitch inside his pants and decide it was time to remove his pants and underwear. You reach for the elastic of his pants and curl your fingers into it and pull it down, careful not to let any of the fabric get caught on his cock as you do, he lifts his feet and lets you remove his pants and underwear completely and toss it aside somewhere in the room. You slide your fingers along his length, rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock and spreading his pre-cum over the tip before you wrap your hand around the tip of his cock and slowly begin spreading his pre-cum down his length by moving your hand up and down to gather more of his cum to coat his cock with, you unwrap your hand from around him and climb off the bed.

“Move closer to the edge,” You tell him. He grabs the pillow that you had pulled on and hands it to you, you take it and drop it to the floor and watch as he shifts himself closer to the edge of the bed. “You’re like a Greek God, do you know what a filthy boy you are for sending me all those dirty photos?” You lower to your knees on top of the pillow and place your hands on his knees, he sits upright and places his hands behind him on the bed.

“It did what it was intended for,” He says. “As if you didn’t enjoy it, you enjoyed it so much it made you come undone every time,” And he wasn’t wrong, you had come undone every single time.

“But it can never beat the real thing,” You quickly say. “I can’t feel your warmth underneath my hands like this through photos,” You slide your hands along his thighs and towards his hips. “I can’t smell you like I can right now,” You move one hand to his cock and wrap it around the base. “I can’t watch you react to what I do through a photo,” You watch as he deeply inhales and twist your hand around the base of his cock, the warmth from your hand alone was already causing a stir inside his body, and you lean closer causing your upper arms to brush against the inside of his thighs, he watches you with intensity and his breathing slows down, you part your lips as you near the head of his cock, and he feels your warm breath fall over it.

“Ohh, fucking gosh…” He moans while his lids flutter. Your mouth wasn’t even on him yet, and he was reacting like this for you already.

“You sound and look so deprived of my mouth, Hyun,” You couldn’t help but say with a cheeky smile on your lips. He licks his lips, ready to reply to you, only for him to gasp as you slide your hand along his length with a quick motion. “Just sit back and enjoy it now,” You slide your hand down his length and rest your hand at the base of his cock, your hair falls over your shoulders and land on his thighs, making his muscles twitch at the contact and the feeling of your hair tickling his thighs, you press your tongue against his cock and give a quick lick, the taste of his pre-cum bursts in your mouth as you hear another gasp fall from his lips.

“Fuck, I will enjoy every damn second of this, my beautiful girl,” He breathlessly says. You dip your head lower and press your tongue flat against the underside of his cock and slowly lick a stripe upwards, he curls his fingers into the bedding as he feels your tongue reaching the tip of his cock, you swirl your tongue around the tip before licking down the side of his cock. “Fucking shit, that feels so good…” He releases the bedding with one hand and moves it to the back of your head, curling his fingers into your hair. You lick along your hand that was wrapped around the base of his cock before you pull your head away and glance up at him and watch as he tilts his head to look down at you, you move your head to the side and place an open-mouth kiss onto his thigh, he watches as a small silver string of saliva breaks off onto his skin.

“You missed that, didn’t you?” You ask before lifting your head slightly and placing a kiss on his tummy while twisting and turning your hand around his cock, giving him some form of friction as you placed several more kisses on his tummy.

“Fuck, I did, and so fucking much,” He says. You could feel his fingers twitching in your hair, wanting to pull and tug on it, you squeeze the top of his thigh with your other hand before moving your head back until his cock was almost touching your lips again. “Shit…” He could feel your breathing against it, and it was making it harder to not lose control over himself, you slide your hand along his length to the top and slide the palm of your hand over the tip, you look past his body and see veins slowly appearing on his arm from how hard he was gripping onto the bed, you lick your lips and move your gaze back to your hand to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt him. You move your hand in a circular motion as the palm of your hand rubs the top of his cock.

“Oh, oh, uhh, oh, my… fucking…” You feel his fingers begin to curl more into your hair, and he was gently starting to tug on it, you slow down your movements before wrapping your fingers around the tip and pump your hand up and down around it, sloshing sounds fill the air as more pre-cum oozes from his cock, you watch as he sucks in his stomach and his muscles pull and twitch as he was approaching his high, his lips part, and he begins breathing hard through his mouth, sweat was starting to roll down his neck and chest with how hot his body was feeling. “Baby, fuck, I… fuck.”

“Getting close?” You ask as you continue pumping your hand up and down around the tip, you slide your hand lower and press your thumb against the slit on his cock and slide your thumb along it.

“Fucking hell, that feels so fucking good, baby… fuck,” He moans, trying his best not to pull on your hair and let you take your sweet time with him, but he was becoming desperate to feel your mouth around his cock. “Fuck, I am, I’m getting so close…” You slide your hand down his length and lean closer, you look at him and see him watching you with wide-blown eyes and his lips swollen from licking them so much, you open your lips and hover above his cock for a moment, he could feel your hot breath blowing over his cock and he was waiting in anticipation for your next move. “Baby…” You lower your head and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Fuck!” His muscles tense and he has to fight against his hips from thrusting upwards at how suddenly your mouth wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, my fucking gosh,” You slowly slide your mouth along his length, taking more of him into your mouth, only stopping before the tip of his cock could hit the back of your throat, you hallow your cheeks and begin sucking, saliva instantly starts pooling around your lips, and it didn’t take long before it started spilling from your mouth and running down his cock, you slide your hand up until makes contact with your lips before sliding it back down to the base of his cock. “Ohh, my fucking, I’m… I’m clo-close…” You unwrap your hand from around the base of his cock and slide it lower until you reach his balls and cup them. “Fuck, fuck,” He throws his head back as he feels your fingers kneading into his sensitive balls, you lift and lower your head as you keep sucking him.

“Shit, shit, baby, I’m go-going to…” His balls tighten, and he feels a faint heartbeat at the tip of his cock, you bob your head up and down, giving him just enough friction that was making his mind spin. “I…” His words get cut short as he feels a tingling sensation going along his legs and he couldn’t help but thrust upwards, pushing his cock all the way to the back of your throat, the tip of his cock slides down your throat and the tightening feeling quickly causes a flash of white to flash behind his lids, you lift your head and manage to catch sight of his stomach muscles pulling before you feel your mouth being filled with his hot load. “Fuck, shit, oh, oh!” His load spills from your mouth and splatters onto his thighs, while the remainder of it rolls down your chin and down your neck. “So good!” You pull your hand away from his balls and move it back to his cock and pump it up and down as you pull your mouth away from him, helping him through the high he was experiencing.

“Ah, ah, uhh!” His moans were loud, it had been months since he’s had such a mind-blowing orgasm, fuck, you knew just how to do it, how to make him feel so damn good. He lowers his hips to the bed as his high begins calming down and the last few drops of cum spill from his cock and roll down his length, splatters of cum could be seen on his stomach as he breathed in deeply and rapidly, he lifts his head and opens his eyes, the way he looked so blissed out was absolutely gorgeous, you unwrap your hand from around his cock and place it onto his thigh, smearing his cum further onto him, you lean up while he leans down to meet you halfway, and you press your lips against him, kissing him and making him taste himself, he releases your hair and releases the bedding before wrapping his arms around you and pulls you— or more like dragged you on top of him— making you straddle his lap, you move your hands to his shoulders and hold onto them as he pulls back from the kiss, breathing loudly.

“I need to taste you,” He says and rolls you onto the bed before you could even get a word out, he slips off the bed and moves onto his knees and moves his upper body between your legs once more and wraps his arms around your thighs and pushes your legs upwards and against your body, making your feet dangle just a few centimetres away from his back and causing your folds to spread open in this position, you could feel his hot breath blowing right against it which causes your insides to twist and pull together into a knot already, you had become wetter when you had sucked him off, and you were sure he could already tell.

“Hyunjiiinn,” You couldn’t help but whine as it felt like he was taking too long to do something, he couldn’t help but chuckle, and you felt the vibrations against your folds as he did. “For gosh sakes, Hyun, baby…” You mumble. His nose brushes against your folds, and you suck in a deep breath as you feel him slide it up and down, coating it with your juices, his tongue flicks past your folds and the brief contact with his wet warm tongue against your pussy have you gripping the bedding again.

“So good, oh, you taste so good, just like I remember,” He says before pushing his face closer and flattening his tongue against your pussy and licking a slow stripe along it.

“Fuck, Hyunjin!” You cry out and reach with one hand between your legs and curl your fingers into his hair. The way his tongue felt against your pussy was something you couldn’t even describe, but it felt so damn good, his tongue slides over your clit, and you feel goosebumps forming on your body, the bundle of nerves twitches against his tongue, making you tilt your hips up and causing his tongue to press harder against it. “Fuck, Hyun, that feels so, fuck…” You could barely create words for how good it felt, his hands grip the top of your thighs, and you feel your entire body reacting to it before you feel him pushing his face against your pussy and push his tongue inside your sopping hole. “Hyunjin!” You couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure, the grip you had on his hair tightened as you pull on it, slurping sounds filling the room as he licks, sucks and swallows your juices, he was like a man starved. “Oh, gosh!” Your muscles tense and you feel the ball of tension inside you growing bigger and bigger.

“Hyunjin!” You could feel tears forming in your eyes with how good it felt, he flattens his tongue against your soaking hole and licks upwards, you push your head against the bed and turn it from side to side as you feel it getting closer to your clit. Hyunjin could feel his cock twitching as it begins to harden again, eating you out and tasting your delicious juices was turning him on all over again. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, ohhh!” His tongue reaches your clit and pauses his movements against it, he lifts his gaze and watches as your chest heaves up and down as you breathe in heavily, your body is glistening with sweat, and he could tell just how close you were to reaching your high, he rolls his tongue over your clit before circling the bundle of nerves, you pull at the bedding, pulling it towards you and bunching it up in one spot.

“Hy-Hyun…” This man was making your mind spin with ecstasy and causing your body to shake with pleasure, his lips wrap around your clit and your back arches as you feel him suck on it. “Fuck!” Tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks and the side of your face, you squeeze your eyes shut and almost instantaneously you can see spots appearing behind your lids. “I’m going to!” You lift your hips high, and you feel his grip on your thighs tighten as he forces you to keep them in place. “Hyyuunnjiiiinnnn!” You curl your toes as a hot tingling sensation goes up your legs and stars explode behind your lids as the tension inside you snaps. “Ohh, oohh, uhh!” Your release spills from you as your walls clench around nothing, your mind is thrown into the clouds, and it feels like your body is floating. “Hyyuunnn!”

“Hmm, hmm,” He moans against your clit, causing vibrations to go through you and add to the pleasure already flowing through your body, you try to push your legs together only to squeeze them against his head and causing his face to push more against your pussy. “Hmm.”

“Fuck, Hyun!” You moan and pull on his hair as you feel the high slowly starting to calm down, and your body also begins to calm down, he releases your clit and circles the tip of his tongue around it, helping you get through the last few shockwaves of your orgasm. He shifts his hips only to feel his cock brush against the bedding, it was almost rock hard again from just eating and tasting you, he loosens his grip on the top of your thighs and slowly unwraps his arms from around your thighs, he pulls away from your pussy and lowers your feet onto his shoulders. “Gosh… that was…” You say trying to catch your breath, your eyes were still closed as you let your body soak the feeling it had gone through a second time that day, he reaches down with his hand and wraps it around his cock and slowly strokes along it, you hear a faint groan coming from him and open your eyes and lift your head and saw the lower half of his face was covered in your juices, you knew your chest was also coated with his load it had now mixed in with the sweat. “Do you need help?” He licks his lips and lifts his gaze to meet yours.

“Yes… move more onto the bed,” He says. “I need to be inside you in a minute,” You nod your head and lift your feet from his shoulders and place them on the bed. “Actually, just move to the middle of it, it’s going to be better, and safer,” You shift your body and move to the middle of the bed, you grab onto the bedding and push it down the bed and used your feet to kick it completely off the bed, he presses his free hand against the mattress and stands from the ground, you turn your head to watch as he strokes his cock and watch it harden as pre-cum leaks from it.

“We’re going to have to clean the floor too if you don’t get on the bed now,” You say. He can’t help but chuckle at your words, they were true, but the fact that you had to mention it was what got him to chuckle, he places his knee on the bed before moving his other knee onto the bed as well.

“You’re right, we already have to clean the entire bed when we finish, we don’t need to add the floor either,” He says and shuffles closer to you on his knees and places his hand at the top of your thigh, he strokes his cock a few more times before he releases it and lifts his leg to climb between your legs. “Are you ready?” You bend your legs and press the heels of your feet into the bed, he places his hands on your hip and a squishing sound goes through the air as his wet hand makes contact with your skin.

“I am,” You say. You could feel several emotions running through your body, but the strongest emotion was love, the love that you had for this man in front of you, he moves closer to you, making you feel his hard cock against your folds.

“Tilt your hips for me,” He asks. You do as he says and tilt your hips, he moves his hand away from your hip and wraps it around his cock again and slowly moves it through your folds, taking in the feeling of your warm wet pussy around the tip of his cock. “Shit, that feels so good,” He groans as his lids flutter, you lick your lips as he gets closer to your entrance. “Ohh, oh…” He circles his cock at your entrance, making sure it’s coated with your juices before slowly slipping inside you, your walls stretch around his cock, and you could feel a faint burning feeling going along your walls as he pushes himself inside you.

“Hyyuunn,” You whine at the sensation of him filling you. “Oh, oh, fucking… shit!” He releases his cock and places his hand on the bed and leans over you, causing his cock to shift inside you. “Ohh, Hyun, that, oh, my gosh,” You felt like a mess, and he wasn’t fully inside you yet, your pussy was already sensitive, and you weren’t sure if you were going to last until he would be fully inside you. “Hyun, Hyun, baby, ohh.”

“Ohh, that feels so…” He moans as your walls pulse around him, practically sucking his cock in, you could feel tears forming in your eyes. His hips make contact with yours as his cock is now fully inside you and his upper body pressed against yours, you’re both breathing hard, and you could see tears in his eyes and the emotion of love and realisation inside them.

“Hyun,” You whisper and reach up and place your hand on his cheek which makes him instantly lean into your touch, he closes his eyes which causes his tears to roll down his cheeks.

“I just… just realised, again, how in love I am with you,” His voice was just above a whisper as he spoke. “I’m just so lucky… to have you,” You feel your tears roll down from the corners of your eyes, and he lowers his forehead down to yours, softly leaning it against yours.

“I love you too, so, so much,” You whisper as your noses brush against each other. You were both emotional at that moment, the love for one another completely taking over. You slide your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, combining your fingers through his hair until you’re gently holding onto the back of his head, he lowers himself down to his elbows, closing any distance that there was left between your bodies, you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your ankles together behind his back, he slowly begins moving his hips, letting his cock slip out from you halfway before filling you again, his movements were slow, yet they felt just right at this moment. “Words can’t even express how much I love you,” You bend your elbow as you bring your other hand upwards to take hold of his hand, he quickly lifts his hand and interlaces his fingers with yours and pushes it into the bed. “You’re my comfort, my home, my everything,” He squeezes your hand at your words and tilts his head, his lips touch yours with a feather-like touch.

“I love you, Y/n,” He whispers before fully pressing his lips against yours, making you feel the love he has for you and making you taste yourself on his lips. Your eyes shut as you let the feeling of love consume you, the room fills with the sounds of your wetness sloshing and your breathing along with his and the soft moans and groans into the kiss while your bodies move together in harmony. You can feel your muscles tensing as his cock is hitting all the right places inside you with the slow pace, he breaks the kiss, making you both gasp for air and your grip on his hair tightens as you feel your mind starting to spin.

“Ohh, uhmm,” You moan, keeping your eyes shut while Hyunjin’s open halfway to watch your reaction, he wanted to see your face once you fell apart, it was his favourite sight in the world.

“Hmm, I missed the feeling of you around me so much,” He says, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

“I missed it too,” You whisper and open your eyes to look at him. Your entire body becomes overwhelmed with the feeling of love, and you can’t help but try to pull him even closer to you, even though it wasn’t possible. “Gosh, I know it’s not your decision, but fuck, don’t go away for so long again,” You could see a faint smile on his lips, both of you knew that, that decision wasn’t up to him. “Or at least not anytime soon again.”

“I can’t promise that, but I hope it’s not anytime soon again,” He whispers. Your toes curl as a tingling feeling begins making its way along your legs, the same tingling feeling makes its way up your spine, and you feel the ball of tension inside you becoming tighter, he could feel your walls clamp down around him, letting him know that you were getting closer to your release. “Fuck, keep doing that, and I’m not going to last before you’ve cum,” You bite the inside of your cheek. “I’m being serious, it feels so good,” He moves his forehead away from yours and buries his head in the crook of your neck, taking in a few deep breaths.

“I can-can’t help i-it,” You stutter out as your entire body feels like it’s been set alight, he could feel your body begin to quiver underneath his and lifts his head, your eyes shut and your grip on his hair tightens, and you squeeze his hand tightly as you feel your muscles pulling, your lips part and stars explode behind your lids as your high comes crashing down onto you, your juices spill from around his cock as he thrust into you a little faster as he feels his balls starting to tighten once again. “Hyunjin!” You cry out with pleasure, feeling like you’re floating, you push the heels of your feet against his lower back as his movements become uneven. “Oh, oh, ahh!” He could feel a heartbeat forming in the head of his cock and your walls were milking him to fill you, he could barely focus on watching your expression as your face contorted with pleasure. “Hyun!” You turn your head from side to side, pushing your head into the mattress as you do from how good it all feels, his hips stutter forward as a sudden hot feeling goes through his cock, and he comes undone, his hot load spills into you, and he struggles to keep up the pace as he fills you.

“Fuck, fuck, oh, my fucking, ahhh!” He moans as his mind spins with pleasure. “Uhh, hmm,” You slowly come down from your high with your mind still spinning and your body feeling tingly, his hips rock into yours as he gets through his high while your walls pulse around him, helping him through the last few shockwaves. He releases your hand, and you feel him rocking your body to the side, you manage to unwrap your legs from around him just as he turns and pulls you on top of him, managing to stay inside you as he did, his hands move behind you and rests on your lower back while you move your hands to his shoulders and lower your head to his chest, listening to his fast pace heartbeat slowing down as the minutes pass by, the feeling of the afterglow settling in, and your body cools down as the sweat begins to dry and become sticky. “How are you?” He asks, breaking the silence in the room after several minutes. “I didn’t get a chance to even ask how your day was when I got back,” You lift your head to look at him.

“You made my day,” You say. “Which made me feel good, and you made me feel even better,” He nods his head with a soft smile on his lips. “Was it a good flight?”

“Hmm, it wasn’t bad, it just took too long,” He says. “It felt like it would never end,” You couldn’t help but smile. “It’s true what they say, when you’re looking forward to something, it feels like an eternity to reach the destination.”

“That’s true,” You say. “I can confirm, the entire day felt like it was passing by too slowly,” He slides his hand along your spine before lifting it and moving it to the top of your head.

“How are you feeling now, though?” He asks as he gently combs his fingers through your hair, feeling how wet it was from all the sweat.

“So good, and so filthy too, the sweat, the cum…” You say and pull a face which causes him to laugh, oh, how you missed hearing his laugh in person. “Tingly also, my body just feels tingly,” He nods his head. “And you?”

“So good, my body is buzzing from how good that was,” He says, you nod your head. “Let’s go clean ourselves though, so we can come and do the dreaded part.”

“And what’s the dreaded part?” You ask and push your hands against his shoulders and push yourself into a seated position, causing his soft cock to shift inside you. “Shit, oh, gosh.”

“Fuck,” You moan simultaneously, he takes in a deep breath as he releases your hair.

“Change the bedding, the sheets and the pillowcases,” He says. You wanted to groan, you were just made to feel so good on the bed and all you wanted was to cuddle after you had showered, but you had to change it, you couldn’t sleep on the mess you had made on the bed.

“Ugh, right…” You mumble and slowly lift your hips off him, his cock slips out of you and you slowly and carefully climb off him, plopping onto the spot next to him. “Shower first though, we need it, we really need it,” He sits upright and moves behind you, wrapping his arms around you and placing his chin on your shoulder.

“We do,” He mumbles and kisses the side of your neck before unwrapping his arms from around you and climbing off the bed, his legs feeling wobbly as he stands. “Come on,” He holds his hand out for you to take, and you do while carefully standing from the bed, your legs feeling like jelly underneath you. “I got you,” His arm wraps around you, and you slowly make your way towards the bathroom, you enter the bathroom, and he guides you towards the shower.

“Okay, no, I’m just going to pee first, I don’t want to feel that cold blast against me when you open it,” You say, making him laugh while nodding his head before carefully releasing you, you make your way towards the toilet slowly while he opens the shower door and opens the water, he shuts the door and lets it heat up while he waits for you, you finish on the toilet and make your way back to him.

“You’re walking slowly, should I hold you in the shower until you feel like you can stand on your own?” He asks.

“You should, you made everything feel like jelly,” You say. He nods his head with a smile on his lips and pulls you against his body before opening the shower door, steam from the warm water exits the cubicle before you both step inside it and shuts the door, the warm water washes over your body, and you could feel the sweat and cum being washed away. “Ohh, that feels better already.”

“Hmm, it does,” He says. “I’m going to wash your hair first, and then I’ll wash your body, is that okay?” You nod your head, and he carefully guides you further underneath the water, wetting your hair while making sure the water doesn’t go into your nose or mouth, once your hair is wet he guides you out from underneath the water, and you reach for your bottle of shampoo and hand it to him, he unwraps his arms from around you and takes the bottle.

“Just as long as you know, it will be vice versa,” You say. He hums, and you hear him open the bottle of shampoo before hearing him squeeze it as he pours some of the liquid onto his hand.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” He says and closes the shampoo. You take the bottle from him and put it back in its usual spot while he lathers it against his hands before moving his hands to the top of your head and gently beginning washing your hair, you couldn’t help but let out a content sigh, this felt even more like home, the care you were feeling right now was making your heart swell with love and comfort. “We can rinse it now,” You carefully step underneath the water and shut your eyes tightly and feel his hands carefully clean out all the shampoo in your hair before carefully pulling you out from underneath the water once he was sure everything was out. “And done, now to wash you,” He reaches for the soap bottle and grabs it, he opens it and pours some of the soap into his hand before putting the bottle back once he had closed it, he lathers the soap in his hands before starting to wash down your back and over your butt before he turns you around to face him, you watch as his eyes roam over your body, focusing on what he was washing, it was cute to see him so focused, once he finishes washing you, he carefully rinses the soap from your body.

“Finished?” You ask, he nods his head, and you reach for his shampoo. “Then it’s your turn now,” You open the bottle and pour some of the liquid into the palm of your hand before shutting the bottle and putting it back on its spot, he turns around as you lather the shampoo before you reach up and gently begin washing his hair.

“Ohh, that feels so nice,” He sighs. You finish washing his hair and guide him underneath the water and help rinse it off, making sure everything is out before you guide him out from underneath the water.

“Okay, now time for your body,” You say while grabbing his soap, you pour some of the liquid onto your hand and put the soap back where it’s supposed to be and lather it up in your hands before washing down his back, taking in every mole that you had missed and every detail you could find before gently tugging on his waist to get him to turn around and face you, you wash down his stomach and legs, making sure not to miss a spot as you do, once you’ve finished you rinse your hands before pulling him underneath the water and use your hands to help clean off any access soap. “And… finished,” He smiles and wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, you stand underneath the water for a minute or so before he reaches for the taps and closes the water, he pulls you closer to the door and opens it causing a gust of cool air to blow inside the warm shower cubicle, he quickly reaches for your towel and turns to you, wrapping it around you before turning to grab his own. “Why does it have to do that every time?” You were already patting the towel along your skin, wanting to dry off as quickly as possible. “Can you hand me that towel too, please?”

“Let me wrap it around your hair,” He says as he takes the towel. You nod your head, and he carefully wraps it around your hair and gently pats the top of it before he begins drying himself, once most of the water has been absorbed from his body, he wraps the towel around his waist and grabs another towel to wrap around his hair, you hang your towel to dry and grab your deodorant and apply it before putting it back down and leaving the bathroom, he quickly hangs his own towel and applies his own deodorant before following behind you. You reach the dresser and pull it open and grab a pair of panties and pull it on before grabbing some underwear and handing it off to him as you turn. “Thank you,” He pulls it on as you close the drawer and make your way towards the closet that keeps all the clothes, he quickly strides past you and opens his side of the closet and pulls out a shirt and turns to you. “Wear this?” He holds the shirt up for you and you nod your head.

“Sure, yes, it smells like you, right?” You take it from his grasp and pull it on, a faint scent of him surrounds you, and you can’t help but smile. “Ohh, it still does, but it’s fading,” He takes a shirt out for himself and closes the closet door.

“I’ll make sure to fix that, ma’am,” He says.

“You better,” You say with a smile on your lips. “I’m just going to go get the bedding and sheets,” He nods his head as he pulls his shirt over his head, you exit the bedroom and make your way towards the hallway closet and take out a fresh set of sheets, blanket and pillow covers before making your way back to the bedroom. You place everything on the dresser and see that Hyunjin has started to remove the blanket cover and has already removed the pillowcases, you move towards the bed with the fresh sheets in your hand and grab onto the one still on the bed and pull it off with the help of Hyunjin, he drops them onto the floor and helps you put the fresh ones on, it didn’t take long before you were finished with changing everything on the bed and the dirty ones were scattered across the floor along with your discarded clothes, and the towels that were once in your hair and in his had been removed and tossed somewhere over something to dry, you had decided that you would clean everything up tomorrow, right now, you just wanted to lay down and cuddle.

“Ahh, so fresh, so soft, so nice,” You say as you lay down on top of the bed, Hyunjin climbs onto the bed and pulls you against him while grabbing the TV remote.

“Hmm, it feels so good to be on a fresh pair,” He says and turns the TV on, you cuddle into his side as he opens Netflix and scrolls down until he finds a Ghibli film to put on, he puts the remote down and makes himself comfortable next to you and against you for the first time in months.

[hyuuukais]

𐙚 ๋࣭ ⭑love, or han jisung

♡ pairing - han x reader

♡ just a lil thing bc han is cute and these photos made me go crazy :33 (unedited !!)

♡ warnings - food mention, cannibalism joke djdjdj, ummm i don't think anything else but lmk if i missed smthn !

♡ wc - tba (short lol, i'll check on my laptop when i can!)

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"How do I look here?" Han asks timidly, and you roll over to look at the photos he's got up on his phone. "Do I look okay...?"

There's nothing you can say at first, just staring at the images and swiping between the three selcas with your mouth slightly open. Okay? Oh, he looks way better than okay. With his hair growing longer, it covers part of his face in a mass of fluff, and you have to fight the urge to break every pair of scissors at the JYPE building.

"You look amazing, as always," you say with a smile when you realize you've been silent too long.

Although you've only been dating a few months, you knew how Jisung could get when you didn't reply fast enough, but sometimes your mouth doesn't move as quickly as your brain does. You never want him to think you're not talking because you don't like something or don't care, unknowingly letting his insecurities spiral as you regain the function to speak. It's almost always the opposite, speechless from awe, not disgust.

Like now, reassuring him you mean what you say with a peck on his cheek. You've spent the day lounging in bed and listening to the rain fall, entangled in each other's warmth. He's wearing one of the few hoodies you haven't stolen away and a matching pair of sweat pants. It's simple, it's him. There's a soft smile on Jisungs face as he stretches over you to place his phone down on the nightstand. As soon as it hits the wood, he's dropped his entire body weight onto you.

"Jisuuuuung," you groan, dramatically gasping under him. "I can't breathe!"

You try and try to roll out from under him, but he's got you pinned down. Turning your head to the side, you find his face right by yours and jump at the sudden distance; more of a flinch than a jump really, considering your current position. A goofy smile forms on Jisung's face, your own features mimicking his. With the hand not squished by his body, you poke Jisung's cheek and he sticks his tongue out.

"I could eat you, you're so cute," You say, scrunching up your nose. "Like, just a bite out of your squishy cheek. Just a nibble on the tip of your nose."

"Am I dating a cannibal?" Jisung's eyes widen in fake shock, raising himself above you on his palms dramatically. As hard as he's trying to keep the act up, a few breathy laughs escape him. "Baby, do I need to call Minho-hyung to cook some food for you? I'm worried."

"No, I have a nice meal right here." You don't give him time to react before you're wrapping a hand behind his neck and sinking your teeth into his neck lightly. You can feel him jolt before relaxing into your touch.

Kissing the spot your teeth landed on, you pull back to see Jisung with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his blushing face. When he opens his eyes, you're sure he's found the same on you, leaning in to rub the tip of your noses together. You're against the headboard now, fingers tangling into his hair, the hood of his sweater falling behind his ears.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Jisung asks, eyebrows knitting together.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Because I'm not always here, or because of past arguments, or because I'm too much-" You cut him off by brushing your fingers over his lips.

"Whoever told you you're too much doesn't know what they're missing out on, Ji. You're funny and talented, and you're mine," He sighs into your cheek. "I love all of you, whether you're here physically or not. If you need me to verbalize it more I will, because I will never have a problem telling my beautiful boyfriend how much I love him."

"I like it when you call me that."

"Boyfriend?"

"Your boyfriend."

"My boyfriend, Han Jisung."

This time, his lips find yours and you can't tear away, breathless in minutes. When you finally do pull away, his face is flushed and his lips are puffy. You giggle and cup his face with one hand, the other intertwined with his. You stay like this for a while, listening to the rain and basking in each other's presence. Love, or in your words, Han Jisung.

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notes - this is not edited lol and also was supposed to be a cute lil thing without much plot at all :33 hehehe i hope u enjoyeeeed. also, @tfshouldidohere , GO TO BED !!

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[biniminisblog]

easy | lee minho oneshot

pairing: lee minho x reader

prompt: “did i do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” “just… because.” link to post here

genre: angst, fluff at the end, nonidol!au, kinda grumpy x sunshine, friends to lovers

word count: 1.6k

a/n: …idk what i wrote lmao. this is what happens when im in my missing minho hours. anw as always if you liked it pls reblog, comment, or send an ask and share your thoughts and feedback! also thank you to @dumplingsjinson for the prompt that inspired me to write this!

minho hates you. he hates you for making him fall in love with you. this wasn’t supposed to happen. this was all your fault. yes, your stupid smile and your stupid laugh and the way your eyes twinkle every time you look at him is the reason why he’s currently spiralling from his emotions.

despite his aloof attitude towards you, there was never a day where you failed to annoy him, even in the slightest. before, it was easy to just brush you off every time you try to get his attention. so easy to ignore the members whenever they talk about you. everything was easy back then. why couldn’t you just take the hint?

when you greet him enthusiastically so early in the morning, which he would usually just roll his eyes at, now makes his heart beat faster than it should have. and unlike before, his attention would instantly be diverted to the person who so much as just mentions your name.

he’s actually starting to think he likes spending more time with you, and not just as friends anymore. which is why he stopped hanging out with you. so when you suddenly appear before him outside of his apartment at eight pm on a friday, he knew he was fucked.

“hey…” you greeted him, and minho notices you slightly shiver from the cold. he gently grabs your arm and pulls you inside so you both don’t suffer from the harsh weather. after he closes the door, he turns to see that you were already sitting comfortably on his couch. another reason why he hates you is because of all the fond memories you both shared on that same damn couch. movie nights and cuddling were only some of the things he despised, recalling those memories where his heart fluttered the most.

“so, uhm, it’s been a while huh?” you lightly chuckle, but it was different to the usual joyful tone it had. now it seem more dejected. “you haven't been answering my calls lately, is there something wrong?”

he didn’t know how to answer that because yes something was wrong, but not in the way you think. he just settled with a simple shake of his head and plops down on the couch next to the one you were sitting on. it was hard not to notice the amount of space between the two of you, however the both of you don’t mention it.

“don’t worry about it, i was just busy so i couldn’t answer your calls.” to further prove his claim, he points to the copious amounts of paperwork stacked on top of each other on the coffee table. it was true that he was busy with work, but he always made time for you despite that. though he didn’t know that his feelings for you would be deeper than just a friend he would occasionally be annoyed at.

“minho, i’m not stupid. i know you’re ignoring me.” of course you’d catch on immediately, it was you after all.

“well if you knew that, then why are you here?” minho’s words come out a lot meaner than he expected, and he immediately regrets it once he sees the look of hurt flash in your eyes.

“sorry, it’s just that a lot has been going on lately and i—”

“did I do something? why are you suddenly acting so distant?” you cut him off, feeling frustrated at your friend’s lack of communication. you start to stand up from the couch to get closer to him, but minho was two steps ahead as he gets up first and heads to his kitchen. you follow him there and see that he took out a glass and poured himself some water to drink. you’re not sure why, but you think it’s just to prolong him from answering your question.

“minho please, i miss you! i miss hanging out with my friend, don’t you miss me too?” you plead, and minho’s facade breaks. his eyes soften and he puts the glass down so could walk closer to you. he stops right in front of you and moves his hand to caress your hair. you lean in to his touch, already missing the way his fingers would comb your hair soothingly. minho just smiles at your reaction before pulling away slowly.

“of course i miss you yn,”

“everything was fine so why are you doing this? why are you avoiding me?” yes, everything was fine and easy until you decided to mess with his heart. but you didn’t know that.

“just… because.” you scoff at his explanation, resisting the urge to smack him for not giving you a clear answer.

“because what minho? am i too annoying for you? do i talk too loudly? what is it minho!? i can’t take this any more, i thought we were friends—”

“and that’s exactly why!” you stop, and minho takes this as an opportunity to finally let it out.

“the reason why i stopped hanging out with you is because i don’t want to be friends anymore! don’t you see yn? i like you! hell, i’m in love with you! but i don’t want to be because i know you don't feel the same way. i mean, why would you? all i do is just say mean things to you.” minho breathes out a sigh and watches as you take in all the words he just said. however, he was too scared of your rejection, so he moved past you and headed towards the living room. you were still too stunned to move so you stay rooted in the kitchen.

“please just forget everything i just told you and i promise i won't ignore you anymore.” minho almost raps as he maneuvers his way towards the coffee table and he distracts himself by arranging his paperwork. some part of him wants you to just accept that and go home, but the other, more hopeful side, wishes for you not to forget and return his feelings too.

when you arrive at the living room, you see minho crouched down beside the coffee table. you quickly grab his arm, startling him from the sudden contact. you pull him up and give him time to regain his balance before giving your side.

“what if i don’t wanna forget?” minho only looks confused, so you elaborate further. “what if i don’t wanna forget that you like me? what if i like you too, have you ever considered that?”

you almost laugh at the comedic look on minho’s face as his eyes suddenly widen in shock. you don’t, instead you grab his chin and pull him down towards you. your lips touched and it was still for a moment before he finally kissed you back. only then do you both pull away from lack of oxygen. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer and you rest your forehead against each other’s.

“so… does this mean we’re dating now?”

“do friends go around kissing each other like that?” you quirk an eyebrow and minho shakes his head at your sarcasm. it seems like he’s finally rubbing off on you.

“no they don’t.”

“good, ‘cause i don’t want you kissing your friends like that.” you both laugh and minho lifts you off the ground to spin you around, causing you to squeal in surprise.

“for the record, i don’t want you kissing your friends like that either.” after putting you down, minho gives you his signature smirk before kissing you once more and wrapping you up in a hug.

“and to answer your question, i’m in love with you too. so yes, we are dating.” you can’t stop grinning as minho continues to hug you, but he abruptly pulls away, causing you to look at him with confusion written in your features. he suddenly seems anxious, but he collects himself and takes a deep breath before talking.

“i’m just going to have to warn you that i may not be the best boyfriend in the world. i get moody a lot and say a lot of sarcastic things that may come off as rude. there are also times where i—“ he stops rambling after he hears laughter coming from you. he gives you a look that resembles an offended cat and you all but acknowledge it as you wipe away the tear that came out of your eye.

you cradle minho’s face with both of your hands, and he looks at you with such pureness in his big eyes that you can’t help but fall in love with him more.

“minho, i already know that you are all of those things, yet i still stuck around because i love you despite all of that, and i will continue to do so until you run out of snarky things to say,” you tease, and it gets a small smile from him.

“you’re right. if you were tired of me, you would’ve already dropped me while we were still friends.” minho jokes and you hum in response, giving him a peck to his cheek. you intertwine your fingers with his and with your other hand, run your fingers through his hair. “yes now stop worrying about that, you still owe me all the movie nights we missed because you’re an idiot.”

minho only replies with a laugh, silently agreeing that he is indeed an idiot. it surprises him how easily you break him free of his worries. and that despite everything that just happened, you still manage to crack his walls. but he guesses that’s how love works, it makes everything so much easier.

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Uno and chill - H.HJ

Hi, guys! I'm back from an intense week. I missed writing 😢 So this is my present for you all. I have so many things planned, can't wait to share ����

Thank you @jehhskz for asking me to write this fic. It's always a pleasure to be delulu with you 🫶🏻

Warnings: smut, dom! Hyunjin, possessive! Hyujin (but it's not too rough cause he's still my cutie hyunie 🤏🏻)

Word count: 1.7k

Alexa, play Escape by Hyunjin & Bang Chan

Hyunjin was already on the edge, sweat clinging to his neck, fingers curled around the mic as he squinted past the blinding stage lights.

Then, he stopped and grinned. “What is that?”, he laughed, pointing toward the crowd— a sign, handwritten in red ink. Your sign:

1. You take me to your hotel room so we can play uno

2. You come to my place so I can destroy you in Just Dance (respectfully)

The fans around you screamed as he approached that end of the stage . But Hyunjin just smirked, and raised a single finger. “One”, he mouthed, with a wink.

You nearly died, not expecting anything else. It was just fanservice, you got that. So when a staff member tapped your shoulder at the end of the concert, whispering, “Please come with me. He’s waiting”. Well, you were sure you died and ended up in Heaven.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

You sat on the hotel couch, knees bouncing, heart beating like crazy. Then the door opened and Hyunjin walked in— bare faced, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, no shirt under it. He never looked more stunning.

“Oh my God…”, you muttered. “Hi”, he said, grinning, “So... uno, huh?”. You smiled, holding up the cards you always carried around in case of boredom. “Yeah, are you ready to be…”, but he didn’t let you finish. He just leaned in fast, one hand cupped your jaw, and suddenly his lips were about to crash into yours.

You pulled back, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the heck, bro?! I meant actual Uno??”. Hyunjin blinked, blood rushed to his face, “Wait… what?! I thought ‘uno’ was like... a code. Like Netflix and chill”. You burst into laughter, a bit horrified, “No!! I literally just wanted to kick your ass in Uno”.

He leaned on the couch, groaning, hand covering his face, “I’m so embarrassed! Oh my god” “Well”, you said, shuffling the cards with a grin, “You still wanna play?”. He looked at you, with that typical mischievous spark in his eyes, “Yeah… let’s play”.

ㅤ

Mid game, you were two wins in and getting cocky. Hyunjin narrowed his eyes, a smirk on the corner of his lips, “Okay. Let’s make it interesting. If you win the next round, I’ll… dance Escape. All the body rolls just for you to see”, he said wiggling his eyebrows. “But”, he added, “If I win… you kiss me. For real this time”.

You paused, fingers hovering over your cards. His voice was low, but it still had a teasing tone. Hyunjin leaned back on the couch, stretching his long legs out, one arm slung lazily over the backrest. His eyes were on you— a piercing gaze like he was looking through you, like he already knew how this was going to end. Like he’d already planned it three turns ahead.

“Escape, you said?”, you raised an eyebrow, “Are you feeling that confident?”. He shrugged, “I’m very good with my hips”. That made your stomach flip and judging by his smirk, he knew it. Biting your lip, you agreed, “Deal”.

The round started chaotic. You both played aggressively, slamming cards down, stacking +2s, skipping turns, changing colors, like it was a real war. You were good at Uno. And he was hot. Which made your mind conflicted. Still, you stayed focused, one card left, tension thick between you both. “Uno”, you said confidently. Hyunjin’s smile twitched, “We’ll see”.

He played a reverse. Then a skip. And then, without breaking eye contact, he dropped a wild card and changed the color to blue. You stared at your last card— red. “Shit”, Hyunjin laughed, as you groaned and picked up another card.

He took his time and played one more, then another, the rhythm slowing like he was savoring it. He leaned in as he placed his final card down after saying ‘Uno’, “I win”. You narrowed your eyes, “You cheated” “Impossible”, he shrugged, “You said you were good. I believed you. Even offered my body rolls” "I didn’t even get to play, you menace!". But he just kept smirking.

So, you sighed, leaning back dramatically, “Fine. A deal’s a deal”. Hyunjin didn’t say a word. He just shifted closer, eyes locked on your mouth, “Come here”, he said quietly.

You leaned in. He placed one hand on your neck, pulling you closer. The kiss was slow and controlled. Like he was savoring every second. His lips moved like they already knew yours, and when his tongue brushed against yours, you sighed softly into his mouth. He was so addictive.

Then he kissed deeper, fingers sliding up tugging gently at your hair, pulling you even closer until you were straddling his lap, breathless, flushed.

He pulled away just enough to whisper against your mouth, “The moment I saw you... couldn’t stop thinking about you”. You whimpered when his mouth found your neck, hot and wet and desperate, “Hyun…” “Shh”, he growled, lifting you easily in his arms. “Let me show you what I wanted all night”.

The bed was cold when he laid you down like you were something precious, then climbed over you slowly, his hoodie falling from his shoulders, revealing the perfect lines of his toned arms. He pressed a kiss to your neck. Then your collarbones and sternum, “You’re so fucking pretty”, he whispered, “I could look at you for hours.”

His hands slipped beneath your shirt— warm palms against your skin, pushing the fabric up until he could toss it aside. He stared, breath getting heavier, then dipped his head to kiss between your breasts.

When he got you completely bare, he sat back on his heels for a second, eyes scanning over every inch of you, “You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me”, he muttered. “Fuck, I don’t want anyone else to ever touch you”.

His hands pinned your hips gently as he dragged his lips down your stomach, then lower. He took his time giving slow, wet kisses on your inner thighs, ears capturing every soft sound escaping you with every move of his tongue. And when he finally came back to your lips and slid into you— you felt completely consumed.

You cried out, hands gripping his back. “You feel so good”, he groaned, hips grinding into you in deep strokes, “Fuck, this pussy was made for me”. You gasped at the words, clenching around him, and he felt it.

Smirking, Hyunjin wrapped a hand lightly around your throat. Not too tight, just enough to make your head spin. His thumb dragged up your bottom lip, “Open”. You obeyed, without questioning. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, “Suck”. You closed your lips around him, and he groaned, hips shifting forward like it turned him on more than he expected. “That’s it”, he murmured, watching your lips wrapped around his thumb, eyes heavy with lust. “God, look at you. So obedient”.

What he said had an immediate effect on you, making your hips move involuntarily to meet his. He smirked, slowing the pace of his thrusts. “You like that?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “You like when I fuck you like this, don’t you?”. He lightly bit your earlobe, making you whimper, “M-more f-faster, p-please”.

He smirked again, “Only if you promise me that now you're only mine, no one else will ever touch you again, only me. Do you understand me?”. You nodded, barely able to speak. Your body was trembling, almost hitting the edge, and he knew it, “No, no, baby. Say it. With words”.

“Yes… fuck. Yes, no one else ever again, only you” “That’s it. Good girl”. Then, he sped up, fucking into you with long, hard thrusts, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.

“Hyunjin…”, you gasped. “Come for me”, he said, voice rough and low, “I want to feel you falling apart”

You shattered around him, breath caught in your throat, seeing stars behind your eyes. Your legs trembled as he fucked you through it, chasing his own release until he spilled into you with a moan that bordered on despair.

“Fuck” he groaned, collapsing beside you. “That was…”. You didn’t say anything, you were still trying to catch your breath.

Afterward, you were laying together, tangled in his arms when suddenly, he reached into the hoodie on the floor and pulled out a Uno card— a wild card.

“I cheated”, he said with a smirk. “this card was yours, had it hidden on my sleeve the whole time”, he confessed, cocky as ever.

You threw a pillow at him, “You little…!”. He caught the pillow midair and tossed it back at your chest, “And you loved every second of it”.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤ

The next morning, the hotel room was quiet. Hyunjin was still asleep, tangled in the sheets. His lips were parted, one arm stretched across your side of the bed like he’d tried to reach for you in his dreams.

You moved carefully, slowly slipping out from under the covers. Your legs ached from last night in the best way possible.

You found your clothes, but your hand paused on the hoodie he’d been wearing the night before. Oversized, soft and smelled like him.

You slipped into it without thinking. Then, you walked over to the coffee table, grabbed a pen from the hotel notepad, and reached for the Uno card he stole from you.

You flipped it over and wrote on the back in messy handwriting:

‘Rematch?’

Reaching for your purse, you grabbed a red lipstick. And left a kiss right under the note.

Then you tucked it under his phone on the nightstand. But before leaving, you glanced back at him one last time— still asleep. You walked towards the bed and planted a soft kiss on his lips, staining it red. And finally slipped out the door, hoodie sleeves covering your hands, heart pounding wildly in your chest.

Later, when Hyunjin blinked awake, the first thing he noticed was that the bed was colder. The second, that his hoodie was gone.

And the third— the card.

He picked it up slowly, reading the message. A smile playing on his lips. Then a soft, low chuckle escaped him, “Of course… She knows how to play dirty too”.

He leaned back against the pillows and ran his fingers over his lips out of habit, staining his fingertips red. Hyunjin chuckled, somehow he still could feel your kiss still lingering on his mouth.

He knew this wasn’t over yet.

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[hyunniesamericano]

♡Booked with you♡

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin xGn!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn, Confession, First Kiss,mutual pining

Warnings: alcohol mention, slight jealousy, kissing.

Word Count: ~2.3k

“You kept showing up, lingering around, stealing glances. I noticed, Hyunjin… I just didn’t know what to do with it.”

— a quiet bookstore, a bold confession, and the kiss that changed everything.

---

It was your usual quiet afternoon in the library. The sun was shining bright, the leaves on the trees rustling as if singing a melody to welcome spring. You were busy arranging books on the shelf, humming a soft tune, until you heard the bell ring above the door.

“Welcome to our store—” you called out as you quickly made your way to the entrance, expecting a teacher or student since school had just ended. But instead, it was him again.

Hwang Hyunjin.

For the fourth time this week.

“So, back again?” you asked, trying to read his expression.

He flashed that annoyingly cute smile. “Yeah, I’m just really into reading these days.”

“Oh, I see... Alright then, go ahead and pick the book you like. I’ll be at the counter,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips—one that betrayed your usual cold, professional tone—as you turned and walked toward the counter.

This had become a cycle over the past month. Hyunjin had practically become a regular customer. But that wasn’t the issue.

The real issue was how he kept stealing glances at you from between the shelves. Or the way his fingers lingered over yours when he handed you the cash. You knew there had to be something more, but you were too afraid to ask—or come to any conclusion just yet.

You brushed the thoughts away and brought your attention back to the register, left incomplete from the previous evening.

A few minutes passed and you started wondering what Hyunjin was doing. He should’ve brought a book to the counter by now… when suddenly, the bell rang again—but this time, it was your best friend, Seungmin.

“Dummy, can I borrow some money from you? Please?” he asked, giving you those not-so-innocent puppy eyes.

“Min, again? I’m going to go bankrupt at this rate,” you sighed, glaring at him.

“Come on... this’ll be the last time, I swear—”

“Sorry to interrupt, but can I buy this book, please?” Hyunjin cut in, placing the book on the counter and eyeing Seungmin with something unreadable in his gaze—maybe jealousy, maybe frustration.

“Yes, of course. Sorry for the interruption,” you said quickly, ringing up the book.

“That’ll be $14, sir,” you added, but he didn’t respond. His eyes were still on Seungmin, as if he wanted to gulp him down alive.

“Sir...?” you repeated.

He snapped out of it and looked at you. “Oh—yes, sorry. What did you say?”

“It’s $14,” you repeated gently.

He pulled out his wallet and handed you the money, unusually quiet. You took the cash and placed it in the drawer, watching him out of the corner of your eye. His playful demeanor had shifted into something quieter. Tense.

Seungmin, oblivious as ever, leaned against the counter. “So, you’re coming over later, right?” he asked, nudging your arm.

Before you could respond, Hyunjin’s expression flickered—something you couldn’t quite place.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I should get going,” he said, stepping away from the counter.

“You didn’t even get a bag—” you started, holding one up.

“It’s fine.” He offered a quick smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Enjoy your… evening.”

With that, he turned and walked out, the bell above the door ringing in his wake.

You blinked at the now-closed door.

“Yo, what was that?” Seungmin asked.

“I don’t know. He probably had somewhere to be,” you shrugged.

“Come on… He was seriously looking at me like he wanted to kill me. Is something going on that I don’t know about?”

“Stop being so nosy, okay? It’s confusing for me too...”

“But—”

“No buts, Min. The store’s going to get packed soon. We’ll talk later, alright?” you said, clearly annoyed.

“Alright, alright... Why are you so cranky? Anyway, I still need to borrow that money—bye!” he called as he winked and walked out.

You shook your head, a soft sigh escaping. What was that all about, Hyunjin?

His strange behavior lingered in your mind, especially the way he’d looked at Seungmin.

Before your thoughts could spiral, the doorbell chimed again—this time louder, followed by a wave of chatter. A group of students entered, laughing and dragging their backpacks behind them.

And just like that, the quiet moment was gone.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of book recommendations, checkouts, and reshelving—but Hyunjin’s expression stayed with you, looping in your mind like a song stuck on repeat.

Eventually, the store emptied, and the clock ticked past closing time.

You began to pack things up, flipping the sign to “closed,” when the bell rang once more.

“The store is—Hyunjin, are you okay?” you asked, stepping out from behind the counter.

That’s when the scent hit you—subtle, but unmistakable. Alcohol.

His eyes were a little glazed, but not unfocused. If anything, they were too focused. On you.

“I’m fine,” he murmured. “Just... needed to see you.”

"To see me? Why " u asked confused.

You paused, heart skipping a beat. “At this hour?

He stopped in front of you, close enough to steal your breath.

“I know you have a boyfriend,” he said, voice quieter now. “And I know I have no right to feel this way, but I can't keep pretending it doesn’t bother me.”

Your brows furrowed. “Wait—boyfriend? I don’t have a—”

“I like you,” he blurted, cutting you off. “I’ve liked you for a while. That’s why I keep showing up here with books I don’t even read. That’s why I get weird when you’re around someone else. I thought I was being obvious, but…”

He let out a dry laugh. “Guess not obvious enough.”

You stood frozen, heart thudding as his words sank in.

Of all the things you imagined tonight, this—a confession from a slightly tipsy Hyunjin—wasn’t one of them. But… it wasn’t entirely unexpected either.

Because deep down, you had known.

You just didn’t want to believe it without hearing the words.

Still, hearing them now—so raw, so unfiltered—left you breathless.

“So… I wasn’t imagining it,” you whispered.

Hyunjin blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I thought maybe… but I didn’t let myself believe it,” you said. “You kept showing up, stealing glances… I noticed, Hyunjin. I just didn’t know what to do with it.”

His expression shifted—somewhere between relief and something deeper, more intense.

“I was scared you’d push me away,” he said softly. “But not doing anything felt worse.”

You didn’t answer.

Not with words.

Your gaze dropped to his lips, lingering too long—and when you looked up again, his eyes were already fixed on you with something undeniable.

He didn’t move.

Not yet.

But he didn’t have to.

Because everything between you had already tipped over the edge.

He leaned in—slow, deliberate, giving you time to pull away.

But you didn’t.

Your hand rose instinctively, fingers brushing his jaw.

His lips hovered near yours, close enough for his breath to mix with yours

“This isn’t the alcohol talking,” he whispered.

You nodded once, your heart racing.

And then, he kissed you.

Soft at first, like he wanted to memorize every part of your lips. A shiver ran down your spine as his hands slid to your waist, holding you close.

He walked you backward, never breaking the kiss, until your back hit the bookshelf.

His tongue grazed your lower lip, asking for entry—and you didn’t hesitate.

The moment you parted your lips, he deepened the kiss with a hunger that stole your breath.

His tongue explored, desperate and consuming, like he’d waited forever. Your mouths moved in sync, lost in the fire you’d both been denying for so long.

Eventually, the kiss slowed—heavy with emotion, not need.

Hyunjin pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours, both of you breathless.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he said, voice low and sincere.

You could still feel his breath ghosting across your lips.

Then, more gently, he added, “I know that might’ve been… a lot. I didn’t plan on showing up and kissing you breathless today.”

You let out a small laugh.

“I’m serious,” he continued. “If you need time to figure this out, I’ll wait. I just had to be honest.”

You looked up at him. “Hyunjin,” you whispered, “if I wasn’t ready… I wouldn’t have kissed you back.”

He smiled, shoulders relaxing.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t think I could’ve stopped even if you’d asked.”

You laughed, cheeks warm. “Cocky much?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he said, smirking. “Also… I think I deserve a reward for being your most loyal customer.”

“Oh really? And what kind of reward are we talking about?”

He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Another kiss would be a good start.”

You shoved him playfully, laughing. “The store is closed, Hyunjin.”

“Exactly,” he grinned. “No witnesses.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away.

As his lips found yours again—slower, sweeter this time—you realized something:

Maybe it started with stolen glances and borrowed books…

But this?

This was the beginning of something entirely new.

[httpdwaekki]

crampy | k.s.

summary: when your period come suddenly and you have to cancel plans, seungmin is there to help you through the pain.

wc: 1.5k

warnings: descriptions of period cramps, crying, seungmin being a mushy bean for his partner, i think this is p much gn!reader besides the period but please let me know if i missed anything!!

a/n: happy birthday mong mong!! a self indulgent fic but for my favorite puppy <33 i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

my library | fundraiser

(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

you didn’t know what else to do.

you’ve tried every trick you could think of but nothing would stop the searing pain in your pelvis. every month without fail you were bed ridden for at least 2 days, curled up in pain, unable to move.

you’re starving with simultaneously no appetite because of the pain. however this time felt worse, this time you were supposed to go out with seungmin and the rest of his members but everytime you moved you were immediately met with pain.

cutting your losses you just curled up with your heating pad and grabbed your phone. you send seungmin a quick text telling him you couldn’t make it and to tell the boys you were sorry.

after that another cramp hit, it felt like someone had grabbed your insides and squeezed as hard as they could. you let out a yelp as the pain only worsened, sobbing out in pure agony.

you were mostly crying because of the pain but you also felt horrible for canceling on your boyfriend and his friends. the pain mixing with the guilt only made you sob harder.

unbeknownst to you, seungmin was on his way to your place, something about your text sounded off. he didn’t know what it was but something in his gut told him he needed to go to you, so he did.

once he opened the door he was met with the sounds of your cries. alarm bells immediately went off in his head as he quickly locked the door, tossing his shoes and bag to the side, running to your room.

he found you curled in a ball, facing the door, eyes closed as heartbreaking sobs leave your mouth. he quickly made his way to your bed, kneeling on the floor in front of you before placing a hand on your shoulder.

you gasp in surprise, eyes wide as they shoot open. “it’s just me, it’s just me, i’m sorry.” he quickly says, holding his hands up in surrender.

once your brain registers the familiar man in front of you, you feel the lump form in your throat once more. your hands come up to cover your face as the tears flow down your cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry” you sob, your breathing choppy as you speak. “hey, hey,” he says softly, moving your hands with one, gently wiping your tears with the other.

“it’s okay pup, what’s going on hm?” your lip wobbles once again, reminded of the pain. “i- ah!“ you start, just in time for another wave of pain. you curl into yourself, bringing your arm to press the hot pad even further onto your skin.

“okay, i understand bubs,” he moves to sit on your bed, placing one arm over the one on your stomach, the other on your head, softly stroking your forehead. he places a kiss to your temple, shushing you softly, “it’s okay, you’re okay, breathe pup, breathe.”

you take shakey deep breath, exhaling after a few seconds. you both sit there for a while, letting your breath even out before either of you spoke. “i’m sorry.” you whimper, pulling away to look at him.

your bottom lip jutting out as a fresh wave of tears rolls down your face. he places a hand on your cheek, gently brushing away the fresh tears, shushing you. “stop apologizing bub,” he leans down, placing a kiss to your hair. “you have nothing to be sorry for.” you shake your head, new tears following the old.

“i got my period, and it’s really bad and i was trying to suck it up and come i promise but it was really fucking bad seung, it just-“ you were rambling and losing your breath, starting to hyperventilate.

“sh, sh, it’s okay pup, breathe,” he leans back slightly, “scoot over a bit.” he gently requests, making sure the heating pad stayed on your abdomen.

once a little space was created, he slides into your bed, pulling you into him. “okay, my bub, just relax, everything’s okay, no one’s upset, okay?” you sniffle, catching your breath a bit. “promise?” your voice small as you ask.

“i promise, we were all just concerned, and wanted to make sure you were okay.” he reassures, rubbing soothing circles on your back. you nod, turning into his chest, melting into him, just crying for a few minutes until you felt better.

you shift, laying your face against his chest as he continues rubbing your back. “did you take medicine or eat?” you shake your head, drawing figures on his tummy.

“do you have medicine?” you nod your head, pointing to the bathroom. “in the medicine cabinet, second shelf to the left.” he nods, placing a kiss to your head before standing. “i’ll

be quick.” he whispers, quickly making his way to the attached room.

he comes back out holding the familiar bottle, placing it on your bedside table. he pulls out his phone before smoothly moving back to his previous spot. “okay i’m gonna order us some ramen so you can eat and then take some medicine, how does that sound hm?” he asks, already opening his delivery app.

if you had any more tears left you’d be sobbing again but you’re fresh out. instead you nod, placing a kiss to his peck, “thank you pup.” you whisper cuddling back into him.

he smiles looking down at you before placing a kiss to your hair once more. “anything for you bubs.” he goes back to

work, ordering his ramen and your usual before placing his phone down, snuggling into you.

“once the ramen comes and you eat a bit i’ll give you some medicine, but when we finish eating do you wanna sleep or take a bath?” you think about it for a moment before coming to a decision.

“sleep, i’m exhausted.” he nods, rubbing your arm, “okay we can do that, and then if you want a bath when you wake up we can do that too okay?” you nod before turning your head, placing a kiss to this peck.

“thank you baby, i don’t know what i’d do without you.” you wrap your arms around him, wincing as another cramp spreads pain through your body. “ah.” you cry, shoving your face back into his chest.

he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him, “okay bubs, i ordered it so hopefully it’ll be here soon and then you can eat take medicine and go to sleep.”

you nod, pressing your face further into him, trying to calm yourself. he starts humming, hoping to put you at ease with his voice. once he feels you relaxing into him he starts singing softly, letting you focus on his voice rather than the pain.

you ended up falling asleep before the food comes, waking up to see a dim light and seungmin bringing in the food. he sets it on the table before looking over seeing you smiling sleepily at him.

“hi bubs, you ready to eat?” he asks as he sits on the bed next to you, carefully brushing your hair out of your face. you nod, sitting up carefully as he prepares your ramen on the table next to your bed.

once you were sitting up, he hands you the bowl, “careful, it’s hot.” you nod, carefully taking the bowl before he grabs a pillow, making sure the heating pad is placed properly before placing the pillow on your lap.

“thank you, bubba.” you smile to him, before he leans down to place a soft kiss to your lips. “you’re welcome, pup.” he says against your lips before sitting down, handing you your chopsticks.

he makes his ramen as well and both of you eat in silence. once finished he grabs your trash putting it in the take out bag it came in, leaving to put it in the trash.

he comes back with two bottles of water, placing them both on the table before opening the bottle of medicine, handing you 2 pills. he places them in your hand, opening one of the waters, handing that to you as you place the pills in your mouth.

you take a gulp of water, swallowing the medicine before taking a couple extra sips before handing the bottle back to him. “thank you.” you whisper, scooting over to give him more room as he places the bottle down.

“you’re welcome, bubs.” he says, leaning over to place a kiss on your head. he quickly gets up to turn off the light before climbing into bed with you. he opens his arms, allowing you to lay against him.

once in his arms, he wraps them around you, kissing your face all over. you giggle as he does this before eventually he stops, not wanting to make your cramps worse. you relax into him, melting further into his embrace.

“is you heating pad okay?” you nod against him, a yawn leaving your lips. “good, sweet dreams pup, i love you.” he whispers, placing one last kiss to your head. “good night bubba, love you too.” you mumble before both of you drift off into each other’s arms.

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[seungfl0wer]

*𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅*

Pairing: Felix x Reader (fem)

Genre: Smut (Fluffy smut tbh)

Warnings: Felix!Ai Robot, Creampie, unprotected sex, Oral (F), fingering, dirty talk, mentions of recording, nipple play, temperature play, slightly proofread.

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A/N: I absolutely loved writing this, and I’ve been doing a lot better with adding some plot lol. So I hope y’all enjoy.

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A new shipment of part had came in for you, as the man unloaded the heavy boxes into your garage you noticed a half put together robot. He had one arm barely hanging on, an eye missing, a huge hole in his chest and no legs. Your heart shattered seeing it all torn apart and damaged. “What’s uhm happened to that one?” You said softly as the man put the box that held it in it on the ground. “We don’t know exactly but he did come from the violet district.” The man sad with almost sadness in his voice. You let out a deep breath nodding your head. Nicknamed the Double V for violet violent district. This place was known for criminal activity, robot fighting, drugs and mafia.

It didn’t surprise you now seeing its state coming from there. You thanked the man for the parts and scrap before going back into your place. You looked over at the robot “I wonder if I have anything to fix you?” You said aloud. “I don’t have any projects right now so” you said picking up the mangled robot sitting it at your work station. As the days turned into weeks you were slowly making progress. You didn’t know what you’d do with it when it was put together but you figured you just see what it wanted.

You figured out it was a male robot as you worked on its inners. His attachments were still intact inside, and the rods for his “fluids” were still good. “Ah so you’re a male? I wonder what your name is? Wonder what you actually look like?” The thing with these AI robots is they had their own personality, their own looks and you wouldn’t know what he’d really look like until you got his hardware back working.

About a month of getting him you finally had him all done. His body was good as new, pushing his back button to help turn him on you sighed seeing his face flash. -Uploading memories- flashed across his face. You let out an annoying sigh but occupied yourself waiting for it to fully download. A few hours later you had passed out head laying on your desk beside the robot. You tried your best to stay awake, wanting to see him as soon as he woke. When he came to he looked around then down at you. Although he wasn’t “alive” per se he heard you as you worked on him.

Your pretty voice kept him going as you worked on him giving him hope that he was somewhere safe. When he saw you were sleeping he wrapped his arms around you taking you to your bed laying you down gently making his way to the small chair you had in your room. He sat there and waited, waited for you to wake. To thank you for everything you had done for him. Flickering your eyes awake you stretched your arms up. “I don’t remember coming to bed” you said softly in a groggy voice. “I brought you to bed” a voice said coming from the other side of your room.

You let out a small scream before grabbing the knife from your night stand “who the fuck are you?” You said scared someone had broken in. “S-sorry didn’t mean to scare you, my names Felix. I’m.. the robot you were working on” he said softly. You turned on your light looking over at him. You’ve never seen such a beautiful robot. He has perfectly placed freckles, a velvety voice with an accent, pretty brown eyes and a gorgeous smile. “There’s no way they used you for fighting” the words slipped out before you could think. He chuckled a bit “ah well this pretty face fools a lot of people, I’m actually programmed with a lot of martial arts” he said with a smile.

You just nodded in response still trying to wrap your head around his beauty. “Thank you.” He said softly. “Oh of- of course!” You said looking up at him. “What uhm did you wanna do? You’re more than welcome to stay here with me or go on and live your life” you said. “I can stay here?” He said voice full of shock. You nod “yeah if you want. I have a spare room. Or even if you wanna leave later. I’m just happy I could.. save you” your voice soft almost a whisper at the end.

He smiled once again a small blush creeping across his face “I’m happy you saved me too” he said punctuating the ‘you’ part. As you worked on his for months he felt himself almost falling for you. The little things you did while you were alone like singing or making dumb jokes as you worked. How you never gave up on him and kept saying stuff like “I know you’re gonna be better, you’ll live a happier life I promise.” The words he kept recorded in a file he listened to ever so often.

He’s been living with you for about 3 months now. You really enjoyed having the company plus he helped you a lot on other projects. Helping to fix other robots who had come there for help. How gentle and caring you were to them just made him fall for you even more. One of the nights you were getting ready to have some ‘alone time’ when Felix had stopped you. “Y/n..” he said softly looking at the ground. “You alright lix?” You said worried he was upset or something. “I know what you’re going to do..” he said eyes still at the ground.

You tried to look at his face “wh-what do you mean?” You asked. “You have this routine before masterbating” he said his voice low. Before you could say anything back he continued “am I not good enough? I can make you feel good. Better than that tiny little thing you have. Let me make you feel good?” He asked his eyes now locked on yours. Your mouth was hanging open in shock “Felix” you said in almost a whisper. “Can I?” He said his lips now hovering over yours. You nod but he shakes his head “I need you to say it” he said inches from your face. “Yes” you said and like that his lips were attached to yours.

They felt warm as his tongue made its way into your mouth. He pulled your pants down as he worked his hands up your body teasing your nipples. He quickly got to his knees kissing your thighs before attaching his lips to your cunt. Everything happened so fast but as soon as his mouth started to work on your cunt all thoughts were gone. He sucked on your clit as he pushed to of his fingers into you. He made them nice and warm for you pushing deep into you. It felt weird, good but weird. It was so warm it almost felt like cum as he pumped himself into you.

The noises you were making plus how good you looked made his mind go into overdrive. He started recording, to save in his memory forever. The way your body shuttered under his touch. The moans the slipped past your lips and the way his name sounded coming from you. He was losing himself in you his hands were moving faster as he felt you clenching around him. He sprung his cock out gripping it in his hand as he pumped himself. He let out moans against your pussy making it vibrate. His tongue came up to your clit swirling around it, as he made it vibrate against it.

One thing about Robots is they could do so many things humans couldn’t do. God were you finding it out right now. The vibrations of his tongue mixing with his fingers curling against your walls was bringing you over the edge so fast. “Felix! Fuck I’m- fuck I’m close” you mumbled out gripping onto his long blonde hair as you rode his face chasing your high. Your movements made him moan his hand left his cock so he could play with your nipples. Wanting to pleasure you more than anything. He made his fingers cold like ice as he traced over them. Perking them up the feeling of it drove you over the edge. You came, legs shaking as the closed burring Felix’s face into your cunt. As he lapped up your juices you were a moaning mess. The feeling of him still going making you so overstimulated.

When he pulled away you brought you to your room laying himself down on the bed “use me. I’m here to please you. Please.. fuck please use me” he babbled out. Your eyes finally met his cock, it was so thick average length but so so fucking thick. Your mouth almost drooled at it before you could even think you go down licking the tip of his cock. His hips bucked at the surprise his mouth ajar as he let out the lowest groan. You smiled to yourself before moving to straddle him. You leaned down to kiss him rubbing your soaked pussy against his cock.

The movement made you both moans against each other’s lips. When you felt like he was good and wet you let him slip in slowly. Eyes rolling back as you felt his whole length inside you. “S-so warm” he whimpered. The feeling of him so full inside you made your brain go foggy. You leaned back and with out warning started to ride him. Bouncing your hips up and down taking him all in. His hands went to grip your sides shaking almost at the feeling. “Fuck y/n- please- fuck- yes use me- fucking use me” he moaned out his hands digging into your hips.

His words made your head spin, moving your hips as fast as you can taking him as deep as you could. You let your hands wonder his body, wishing you could leave marks on his skin. Your movements were getting lazy as your legs go tired and your high was quickly approaching again. “Gonna cum?” He asked eyes half open. When you nod he’s wrapping his arms around you pulling you to his chest. His cock moved fast in and out of you, non human fast. As his cock hit your cervix you both let out a moan.

“Lix fuck right there fuck- please don’t stop” you cried out. He nodded as he kept the same pace. “Tell me when you’re gonna cum I wanna cum with you please. Please baby fuck I wanna fill you with everything I got. I love you y/n. I love you so much. My beautiful. My everything.” He babbled. “Do you love me? Please y/n tell me you love me” he looked like he could cry at the pleasure at the thought of you loving him back. “Fuck Lix! I love you fuck I love you so much! You’re all mine yeah? All mine to use like my dirty little toy?” Your words brought something out in him.

His eyes rolled back hips hitting deep with in you harder than the last his hand coming down to play with your clit. “All- yours- yours” he kept repeating that over and over with every thrust. “Cu-cumming!” You choked out pussy swallowing him in as he gave you one more thrust letting himself unload deep inside you. He kissed you passionately holding onto you tight. He brushed some hair from your face as he pulled away looking into your eyes.

“You really mean it?” He said eyes looking over your face. “Of course I do silly, I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t” you said with a smile pulling him into another kiss. “Even if I’m.. not human?” He said with a small pout. “Honestly I like you even more knowing you’re not. Humans kinda suck.” You giggled. Making him laugh “not all of them, I got the most perfect one though.” He said rubbing your back. “I love you Lixie” you said softly. “And I love you” he said back.

“Lix?” You said softly. He looked at you tilting his head “yeah?” He said. “How’s about another go?” You said face all red. He chucked “i can go as many rounds as you need baby” and boy were you gonna put that to the test.

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[ihave-atummyache]

versace on the floor

hwang hyunjin one shot/imagine

NSFW!! 18+++ MINORS DNI

summary: the most stunning couple at the award show… in matching versace, of course.

3.2k words (OFFICER I CAN EXPLAIN)

(this is the best foreplay i have ever written oh m y g o s h)

i couldn't decide who your best friend is dating in the group so just make it up yourself>_<

also u all already know that i think hyunjin is just the nastiest mfer ever so i, once again, completely indulged that

"I'm insanely lucky," you mumble out, staring straight ahead as your boyfriend walks with his band down the red carpet. Your best friend chuckles beside you before snapping in front of your face.

"Earth to y/nnnn, snap out of it. We get it, you're obsessed with your boyfriend," she playfully rolls her eyes but still pulls out her phone to record her own boyfriend, right up there with Hyunjin in his own designer brand.

"Now who is obsessed with their boyfriend?" you tease and she chuckles but you both turn your attention back to the boys when they start getting bombarded by questions.

You glance at your boyfriend and you can’t help but let your eyes trail down his body. He has on the prettiest Versace suit that you have ever seen. It's just an all black suit with some tiny gold detailing on it but you swear he has never looked more mouth watering. His long black hair is slicked back away from his face and the icing on the cake is the black polish adorning his nails and, of course, his rings.

When you let your eyes trail back up his body, they meet Hyunjin’s and he has the most smug grin on his face that you have ever seen. Of course he caught you checking him out but, in your defense, everyone is checking him out right now.

But he would describe you the exact same way. You're dressed in a black sculpted column Versace gown. The gown itself is pretty simple, but the jewelry adorning your skin is what really makes the outfit. Just like your boyfriend, you're head to toe in Versace, as per his request. Down to the hairpin in your hair.

You bite down on your red lip and Hyunjin's gaze drifts to your lips for a moment before he quickly turns his attention back to the interviewer.

You and your best friend aren't able to meet back up with the boys again until the afterparty. You're at the drink table, grabbing a glass of champagne before you feel a familiar set of arms wrap around your waist and your boyfriend's scent fills your nose.

"I think we're the best dressed couple here tonight," you chuckle against the rim of the glass and you feel him chuckle in response before placing a gently kiss to the side of your neck.

"Mm. I agree. But did you have to wear that lipstick color?" He asks and you frown before turning around in his arms and locking eyes with him. His grip tightens around your lower back when your eyes meet.

"You don't like it?" You can hear the pout in your own voice but Hyunjin immediately shakes his head.

"No, baby. I love it. Maybe a little too much," he leans into your ear, making sure nobody around you can hear you, "I've been hard since I saw you while walking the red carpet. I can't stop imagining those lips around my cock," he whispers into your ear and you choke on a sip of champagne, coughing slightly.

He chuckles and tucks a strand of hair that had fallen loose behind your ear. You clear your throat before taking another sip of champagne. Your boyfriend grabs the fluke from you and downs the rest of it, having no patience for you to babysit your drink.

"Oh no! Your drink is empty. Looks like we should leave," he smiles innocently at you before wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you towards the back door. (lol)

"Wait! Shouldn't we tell someone we're leaving?" you object, glancing over your shoulder but nobody is looking your direction.

"They'll figure it out," he replies before opening the backdoor and peaking out. There's nobody but a security guard there and Hyunjin asks if he can call a car for you two which he immediately does. The car arrives in less than five minutes and you're back at your hotel in less than fifteen.

You step into the elevator and press the button to your floor. Hyunjin's hand wraps around the back of your neck and before the doors can even close, his lips are on your's.

It feels like he's devouring you, like he's going to swallow you whole. But honestly, you love it. The kiss is wet and sloppy and you can't help letting your hands thread into the back of his hair, tugging at the strands.

The groan that leaves his mouth and enters yours is deliciously erotic and you pull him impossibly closer. The two of you are basically one entity but it still doesn't feel like you're close enough.

The elevator door dings and Hyunjin pulls away from you. Your lipstick is every where. It's all over his chin and lips, the tip of his nose, literally every where. You try not to imagine what you look like right now. As if he can read your thoughts, he reaches out and runs his thumb under your bottom lip, presumably fixing some misplaced makeup.

"You're so fucking beautiful," the words leave his lips and he drags you behind him as he makes a beeline for your hotel room, pulling out the keycard and pushing into the room.

He immediately turns you around and pushes you against the door. He reaches one hand up and locks the hotel deadbolt. As his hand trails back down the door he brushes the same hair from earlier out of your face again before reattaching your lips.

You let out a moan when his thigh finds its way between your legs. However, you can barely get any friction due to the dress being custom made and practically skin tight.

Much to your surprise, Hyunjin's hands make their way to the slit up the side of your thigh and before you can stop him, a loud rip echoes through the room.

"Hyunjin!" You exclaim and he leans in again to kiss you, his thigh pressing fully into your core this time.

"Jinnie, this is so expensive!" you object, pushing his shoulders away from you to glance down at the damage but he resists, pulling a moan from you when his grip tightens on your hips and his thigh pushes harder against your core.

"I can afford it," his voice is deep in your ear and he uses his grip on your hips to grind you against his thigh. A whimper leaves your mouth and you let your head fall back against the door.

Maybe it's from the half glass of champagne or maybe its from how good your boyfriend looked tonight but you feel more riled up than you ever have in your life.

"You're so fucking hot," you breathe out, your eyelids low and he tears his eyes away from where you're sat on his thigh to lock eyes with you.

One of his hands leaves your hips but you continue to grind against his thigh, wedged between your legs. He grabs your jaw gently before leaning forward and licking your parted lips. It's simultaneously the nastiest and hottest thing that he has ever done.

"You were made for me," he grunts out before pulling you off the door and turning you around, guiding you backwards until your knees hit the bed and you fall backwards. He wastes no time in climbing over your body and biting at the exposed skin of your chest.

The strapless dress made it easy for him to pull the top down slightly, letting your breasts spill out and also be the next to fall victim to Hyunjin's mouth.

He wraps his lips around one hardened nipple, sucking and nipping, making your hips rut up into his pelvis. You make slight friction and he lets a deep noise escape his throat before he lets his hips relax and you are able to fully grind against him.

The more you grind, the harder and faster he bites and sucks at your chest, sure to leave marks that won't go away for days.

"You're gonna make me cum in my pants," he chuckles into your ear before sitting back on his haunches and staring down at you. He is even more covered in your red lipstick than he was in the elevator, it's all over his neck and jaw and face and you can't help but thinking how fuckable he looks right now.

"We already ruined the dress. Might as well ruin the pants too," you tease and he glances down at where he had ripped your gown. He places his hands on your thighs, and you jump slightly at the feeling of the cold rings on your flush skin. He slowly lets his perfectly manicured hands slip under what's left of the fabric until he reaches your hip bones.

"No panties?" he raises an eyebrow at you and you gulp, shaking your head as he begins to rub circles on your hips with his thumbs.

"Been wanting me to hike this pretty dress up and fuck you all day, haven't you?" he teases, letting his hand trail towards where you need him most. His finger tips finally make contact with your wet cunt and you can't help the sound that you let out, a mix between a whine and a whimper.

"I love how wet you get for me," his voice is gruff and you dont have time to reply before he plunges two fingers into you and immediately curls them to hit the spot that has you seeing stars and squirting on him every single time.

"J-Jinnie, you know I w-won't last long if you d-do that," you whine out but he doesn't listen, continuing to plunge his fingers in and out of you.

"I want you to cum until you can't think . You deserve it for looking so damn good tonight. There aren't enough words in any language to describe how gorgeous you are," His words have your head falling back against the mattress and your hands gripping the sheets.

He moves his other hand to the already ripped fabric and rips it further, exposing you to him fully before he leans down and places a kiss to your clit. You back arches off the bed at the contact.

His tongue begins to lap at the bundle of nerves as his fingers continue to brush against that soft spot inside of you.

"J-Jinnie, baby, I'm-I'm-"

"Shh, I know, angel. Cum for me. I want you to squirt on my face. Can you do that?" He interrupts you and you nod vigorously before he lets his mouth reattach to your clit and he speeds up his attack, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until you can't hold it anymore.

"Right thereeee, I'm cumming. Fuck I'm cumming," you start to ramble and he hums in response, the vibration adds to the stimulation and before you know it, you're squirting all over his face, the bed, and yourself. He pulls his fingers out but continues to lap relentlessly at your clit, elongating your orgasm.

"Okay okay okay okay," your hands wrap into his slick hair, trying your best to pull him away from your poor pussy. Between his strong grip on your thighs and your weakened state from just having an oragsm, you're useless against him, especially when he gets pussy drunk like this.

"Jinnie, hurts," you whimper out and he replaces his mouth with his fingers, rubbing against your swollen and overstimulated clit.

"Shh, baby. I know, I know. Just want you to cum one more time with me down here, okay? That's all then I'll let you take a breather," his voice is soft and any other time, you would know better than to fall for it but you're already so out of it that you're getting caught right under his spell.

You let out a disgruntled noise, almost an uncomfortable sound when your next orgasm falls over you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and tears begin to fall from your eyes. Hyunjin is happy he switched techniques and is able to see you in all your glory right before his own eyes.

The tears falling down your cheeks and the way your face looks in that moment is more beautiful than any art piece he has ever laid eyes on.

He stops rubbing at your clit when your body starts to jerk under his touch. He pull his hand away and rubs soothingly at your hip, his other hand trailing up your body before it wraps around the back of your neck and he pulls your limp body up to sitting.

"Are you okay?" he leans in, his forehead against your's as his hand that isn't supporting you creeps around your back and unzips the dress. He had some how managed to rip it so severely that he didn't even have to unzip it all the way for the fabric to fall away from your body.

He pulls the ex-dress away from your body and tosses it on the floor. Your wobbly hands reach out and you begin to undo the buttons on the front of his Versace suit jacket. He patiently waits for you to finish before shrugging the jacket off and tossing it onto the floor with what used to be your dress. He makes quick work of his belt next, your eyes focused on his pretty fingers and blushing slightly at the realization that those same fingers were in you, moments ago.

This leaves him in just his tank top and suit pants. The pants squeeze his waist and legs perfectly and with the removal of the jacket, it accentuates his waist in the most delicious way.

You can't stop your hands from reaching out and trailing your fingertips down his toned shoulders and arms. You smile to yourself when the goosebumps rise on his skin, satisfied that your touch has that much of an effect on him.

"You drive me crazy. Take it off for me," he glances down to his own body and your hand dips into the waistband of his pants, pulling his tank top free and slowly pushing it over his head.

Once the fabric is over his head, you let your hands gently trail down his chest and abs, just like you had done with his arms. Once you reach his happy trail, you curl your fingers, letting your nails scrape against the skin, little red marks immediately showing up on his pale skin.

He sucks in a sharp breath before grabbing both your wrists in one of his hands, the other making its way into your hair. He wraps his hand into your hair, the hairpin falling from it's place, and pulls back, exposing your neck to him.

He leans down, his breath hot against your skin and you bite your lip in anticipation. Hyunjin's lips are amazing, no matter where they are on your body.

"You're perfect," he presses a kiss to your throat, making you swallow at his touch, "An angel on earth. You're fucking perfect," he continues, sinking his teeth into the spot right next to your throat before pressing a kiss over the same spot.

"Hyunjin. Just fuck me already," impatience is dripping from your voice and he chuckles, pulling his face away, his grip still in your hair. A small smile sits on his face as he studies your ruined makeup.

"What makes you think you're in charge here? Plus, didn't you say you need a breather? Are you that desperate for my cock? Poor thing," he feigns a pout at you and you feel a blush creep up your neck before he lets go of your hair and slides onto the bed next to you.

"Be patient, my sweet girl. We have all night," he smirks at you as you lock eyes with him again over your shoulder. Despite his words, he rearranges the pillows and lays back, propping his head up. His nimble fingers snap open his slacks button before sliding down the zipper and you already know what he wants without him having to say it. You reach over and grab the waistband of his pants, sliding them down his legs. Even his underwear are Versace and you can't help but chuckle lightly at this before sliding them down as well.

"Ride me, sweetheart," he pats his thighs before you swing one leg over, straddling his hips. Your cunt was only a few centimeters away from touching his cock, red and ready to be inside of you. He can feel the heat radiating from you and it's taking everything in his power to not just pull you down to take his full length.

However, he doesn't have to wait much longer because your patience is also wearing thin. You reach between the two of you, sliding his cock through the slick created from your previous orgasms. You finally line yourself up and slowly begin to sink down onto him. Despite your preparation, the stretch is still slightly painful, making you pause. Hyunjin's hands rub soothing circles on your thighs, trying his best to get you to relax.

"You can do it, love. Just a little more. Doing so good for me. Taking my cock like you're fucking made for me," his words fill your ears and encourage you. You lean forward, pressing your hands to his chest before letting out an exhale and fully sinking down onto him.

“There you go, just like that. Good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, aren’t you?” he asks before wrapping his hands under your ass. He pulls your body up before letting you sink back down onto his cock, a groan leaving both your mouths.

“Just for you. I’m such a good girl for you,” you ramble as you begin to bounce up and down on your boyfriend’s cock. Grunts continue to leave your’s and his mouth, mixed in with different nicknames as you speed up your pace.

Hyunjin’s hands make their way up your back, slightly pulling you forward before he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth again. The new angle makes his cock hit you completely different as well as rubs your clit against his pubic bone, creating the friction you need.

“Shit baby. So wet around me. Clenching already? Already gonna cum for me again?” His voice is muffled in your ears but you nod and that’s all the conformation he needs before he wraps his arms around your back again and pulls your chest against his.

He bends his knees and plants his feet on the bed before suddenly speeding up and fucking up into you like a madman. The change in speed has uncontrollable moans leaving your lips and you can’t even warn Hyunjin before you’re cumming again, squirting all over his stomach, hips, and thighs.

“There you go, atta girl. Good. Doing so good,” he’s mindlessly praising you, pressing kisses to your temple as you come down from the strongest orgasm of the night.

It only take about ten seconds before he starts to move inside of you again, making you jump and try to get out of his grip.

“J-Jinnie w-wait,” you whine and bury your face into the crook of his neck.

“What did I say, darling? I’m not done making you cum yet. Plus we aren’t done until I’ve painted this sweet cunt with my own cum,” he punctuates his sentence by thrusting up into you one time, making a squeal leave your lips. He chuckles before pressing another kiss to the side of your head.

“God, I love you,” he whispers into your hair and you reply by pressing a kiss to his shoulder, not yet in the right headspace to form real words.

[mixtape-0325]

Minho is the type to watch you touch yourself in your room, maybe even humping your pillow, making sure you realise its a punishment when he starts taking off his belt to pull his own cock out. He would jerk off so eagerly to you showing off, telling you all kinds of things he'd love you to show him right now, but never letting you get your release yourself.

Minho is the type to wrap his hand around your throat during sex, squeezing just a little too hard whenever he gets overly-excited about your gasps for air and the way you clench around his cock. He would cum so hard, and his hips remaining so sharp and rough you can't help but squirt all over his cock.

Minho is the type to insist you sit on his lap during the many parties you attend together, always finding a way to slip his hand under your skirt and finger you. It's become so normal that all his friends already know about his little urge, sometimes watching from afar as you moan into your boyfriend neck from pleasure.

Minho is the type to agree to a threesome with another guy, most likely one of his close friends. You love watching him take another guy's cock, all while his eyes are on you and his hand is reached out to touch your clit at the same time. He gets so jealous when the guy kisses you he goes even harder on you when it's his own turn to fuck you. Let alone after, when it's only you two again.