#hyunjin x oc

[orangebl0ssoms]

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬: non-idol!skz x oc

wordcount: 11k

chapter warning(s): violence, cursing, movie reference(s), mentions of injuries, etc.

synopsis: Ha-na and Mo-mi unintentionally break into an abandoned wearhouse where they get caught by a group of 8 rebellions, a man-made organization called, Stray Kids.

a/n: just a quick note, i got the inspo for the boys and the house off some pinterest fanart a while back, the creators insta is, koyasumi, so cudos to them, the boys designs are not made up by me. FULL CREDIT TO THEM YALL PLS.

<3

“That’s poison ivy, and that’s poison ivy-” Ha-na timidly itched her arms glaring down at the tall grass, Mo-mi who struggled to carry her own backpack; filled with food and essentials from the store, rolled her eyes. “Not every fucking plant is poison ivy, Ha-na.” She grunted out.

The two walked through an open field, overlooking a lake. Sunlight beamed over their silhouettes, while birds chirped in the distance, a rare look for the setting in the homeless area. “Are we gonna be there soon?” Mo-mi whined, “You’ve been asking that for the past 10 minutes, nothing has changed.” Ha-na grumbled, in which the other girl sighed. “Maybe if I wasn’t carrying the heaviest bags of the bunch.”

Hana stared down at the map in one hand, ignoring her friend’s complaints. Her eyes lit up, “Ooh! We’re getting closer I think.”

Mo-mi glanced over briefly, “Don’t play with me.” She raised a brow. Hana shook her off with a small wave of her palm, “It’s fine, we’ll be there at dawn, probably?”

Mo-mi immediately dropped the bag, laying on the grass, “What do you mean, ‘probably’? That’s still too long.” She puffed her lips up. Hana stared down at the girl in amusement. She takes a seat next to her, “Do you need a break?” Mo-mi nodded, “Just a bit.” Throwing an arm over her eye to block out the golden rays shining in her eyes.

Hana looked down at her watch, “Well, we’re gonna go soon. So hurry-” The minute those words left her mouth, Mo-mi was fast asleep.

So the day went on.

—

Mo-mi’s eyes twitched open to the sound of crunching, as if someone was eating chips. Low and behold when she rubbed her eyes and glanced to the side, Hana had her mouth stuffed with chips as she doodled on a little notepad she found inside of her duffel. Hana swiftly turned around upon hearing the chuckle that came from behind her. “Don’t scare me like that!” She placed a hand on her chest, letting out a small huff. Mo-mi scoffed, “You’re the one who woke me up with your loud chewing.” Hana slowly gulped her food down with red cheeks, before glancing down at her watch. “We need to go.” She huffed, placing her chips down.

“Jesus. How long did I sleep?” Mo-mi yawned, standing up, glancing up at the sky with squint, the atmosphere darker than before she had slept. “A couple hours. I didn’t want to go through the pain of waking you up, so I let you sleep.”

Mo-mi grinned softly tilting her head to the side, “Aw-”

“Yeah, whatever. Carry your bags.” Hana shoved the the heavy bag and her belongings into her arms. Mo-mi rolled her eyes as they both got their gear on, “I take it back.”

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

—

Hana and Mo-mi made their way down a hill, the moonlight sparkling over the dark blue water, the sprinkles of water since it was about to rain, nothing but small crickets in the distance and silence, or what should’ve been silence for the two considering the small argument Mo-mi may have started. In the girl’s defense, all she asked was a simple question. ‘Are cat’s better than dogs?’

“Dogs have many beneficial qualities that help humans, alright?” Mo-mi rolled her eyes at Hana’s assumption, “Oh alright Bill Nye, where did you get your information from, google? Cause clearly…” Mo-mi glanced around, “There’s no cell tower around here.”

“So what?”

“So your information is wrong and I'm right.” Hana glanced over appalled, “Actually, no, that’s not how that works. i’m not bull-shitting, alright? I’ve had a dog before-”

“Yes. Five years ago.” Mo-mi deadpanned. “Doesn’t mean anything has changed.” Hana snapped as the other girl placed her hands up in defense, “My reason is valid.”

“No it’s-”

Mo-mi stopped, huffing out a small ‘shut up’ staring ahead. “Look.” They both stared at what looked like a big house, or what looked to be a home. A bunch of bushes and trees, sticks and wire, covered the opening, it looked as if someone moved them there to keep people out. Hana nodded her head towards them, both immediately pushing past the tree branches and barbed wire with ease. The two looked up, welcomed with a huge dark, looking wearhouse. As big as a building almost. “Oh my god…” Mo-mi gasped. Hana nodded, staring up with the same amount of amazement in her eyes as Mo.

“Alright, no offense but when the hell did the homeless start building cool things?” Mo-mi turned to Hana who ran a hand down her face. “I don’t know, but someone is definitely living here.” She nodded assuredly. Mo-mi furrowed her brows, “You don’t know that?” Hana went to protest until Mo-mi cut her off, “We can just check, alright? If there are, we can leave. Simple.” Hana rolled her eyes, “Fine, but if we get caught, I swear-”

“We won’t. Chill.”

—

Unfortunately, their small heist didn’t go on for too long. As the two moved around the perimeter of the warehouse, Ha-na made the move of knocking on the door, only for it to slowly creak open. “That’s creepy...” Mo-mi muttered from under her scarf, Ha-na nodded in agreement before placing a palm on Mo-mi’s shoulder, “You check the outside, i’ll get the inside.” Mo-mi nodded as they both parted ways. The shorter girl’s steps were light against the cold floor on the inside, the girl was met with a homey space, well homey to a man. The scene looked as if it were to be on a set of a movie, very put together as if someone had been living there.

Skateboards were lined up on the wall, paint splatters used as decoration, a leftover pizza box on the put together coffee table, soda cans, etc.

It was oddly clean, ‘A boy definitely lives here…or a couple at least?’ Hana thought. As she looked through the house, Mo-mi snuck around the backyard, finding a garage. She raised a brow, staring down at the half assed toy buttons to open the door, one red one green. Once pressing her finger down on the green button, the door lifted only to reveal a shiny looking car, spray painted with tons of colors and various different words with orange road cones lined along the roof. One recurring word that stood out to Mo-mi was the ‘SKZ’ was spray painted on the front doors. She hummed with a small frown, walking off.

Hana walked all around the house to see what she’d find. What had her on edge was that every door was open, no equipment nor shoes lying around, just empty. She was greeted with a small door at the end of the stairs she walked down. She looked down at the rusted lock hanging with a chain wrapped around the handle, it had been a small door down that led to what she would assume was a basement. Making an attempt to pry it open or unlock the small lock hanging on the handle wasn’t enough, it was as if it got budged or blocked. Hana swiftly smacked down the lock on the door with the handle of her scythe, successfully opening the door. She carried on down the wooden steps, coming face to face with a large white room with a bunch of motorcycles lined up. Huge bikes, all spray painted on. Ha-na’s jaw dropped, she couldn’t even count the amount if she wanted to. ‘This person must love bikes’ She thought.

“Jesus.” Hana muttered, only to hear the resounding noise of a gun clock.

Before Ha-na could take stance, a bullet flew past her shoulder. She let out a small yelp, her hand gripping where the bullet grazed. turning around to see a flash of white hair and smoke move behind a small wall. The lights turned off just when Ha-na went to grab her scythe. “Whoever the hell is here, stop fucking around!” The girl yelped, her breathing fastening, her body tense but ready to pounce as she looked around. Once hearing the small snort of laughter that came from behind her, definitely too deep to be Mo-mi’s, she took cover just before an array of bullets flew her way.

On the other side of the door, Mo-mi’s head shot up from her knees upon hearing the gunshots. She stood up from the floor and called out, “Ha-na? Ha-na!” Her eyes darting around her surroundings. She tried to yank open the door that was previously open before, now locked. “What the fu-” just as her fists made contact to bang on the door, an arrow flew past her head, multiple actually. Mo-mi ducked and whipped around to see where the arrows were shot from. Through the bushes near the woods, Mo-mi couldn’t fully identify who it was due to the darkness. The person finally stood up, making the glare from the porch light cascade over over the mask they had on. To Mo-mi it looked to be a girl at first due of the brown bun they rocked, but it had to have been a man due to his height and the muscle he was packing, the only thing that wasn’t revealed was his face, covered by a cat mask.

Mo-mi moved to walk up to him, “Who the hell are-” only to be cut off by someone kicking her in the back, almost sending her forward off her feet. She groaned and glanced up from the ground to be met with another guy, this one had been shorter, bright blond hair and bangs with red streaks. A red jacket and a white ripped crop top, showing his abdomen. This ones mask was yellow, resembling a chick. Not a cat, but a yellow chick. “What is this? some kind of cult?’ Mo-mi genuinely thought. The girl went to look for her bow, glancing down at the ground where her backpack was supposed to be, but had been in the hands of the taller man.

He tossed it into the bushes, as the smaller guy ressasured him. “I’ve got this one, go help the others.” He spoke in Korean, as if giving him a signal to leave. The low register of his voice shocked the girl, as she watched his friend nod and unlock the door with the end of her bow with ease, walking in. The masked man’s head slowly turned back, almost as if a switch went off in his head, but Mo-mi knew how to play nasty too.

She watched as he took one of his swords off his back, this didn’t faze Mo-mi. In fact, once he swung his sword down to hit her she swiftly moved back, initially dodging the blade of the weapon. Their speed matched up to one anothers. Mo-mi was a pretty skilled fighter, but her tactics barely stood against his own. Knowing this, the same moves she made wasn’t going to hold him off forever. So she ran off, leading him back behind the house, where she wanted him.

Meanwhile, Ha-na winced, covering her ears at the loud sound of gunshots hitting her ears, bullets flying past her, not only from one person but two, one had a fox mask while the other had a bunny one. She was hidden behind a small pillar, which wouldn’t act as a barrier for long considering how much they shot at it.

Until it stopped, followed by silence. The air was sharp, warm, as if someone was about to make a move. Just as Do Ha-na moved to grab her weapon, she felt a harsh tug on the back of her hood, pulling her up over the counter. Ha-na yelped loudly making eye contact with bunny mask. Acting quickly, she kicked him in the stomach making him stumbling back.

Bunny clearly wasn’t affected, nor did he even budge. The other male in the back, fox mask, laid back against the wall lighting another cigarette. His gun fell to the floor, Hana could practically feel the smirks sprawled across their faces. “This’ll be fun.” White hair chuckled, bunny mask rolled his white sleeves up nodding his head. “Make a move.”

Hana scoffed, cracking her neck, knowing the two were only trying to rile her up more. She replicated the head nod back, the man sighed in response. Cracking his knuckles, he made the first move by lunging at her, throwing fists, in which she swiftly blocked. The man ended up being able to get Hana to a disadvantage after she went to throw a punch, grabbing her arm and using it to flip her onto her back. The move almost knocked the air from out her lungs.

She spun in a circle, rounding her feet over his arm, replicating the same move he used on her. Only this time he was able to throw her off him, using his strength…and he was very strong. Ha-na was punched.

Mo-mi was kicked. In the nose. She stumbled back while wiping her leaking nose; glaring at the blonde male stalking towards her. She swerved and slid across the concrete with such ease just to get away from his blatant attacks. Leaping away from him, she used his shoulder as a leverage once he swiped at her with the sword. The two both fall back from the force, Mo-mi rolling into the garage of the wearhouse.

Before Mo-mi could get up, he was fast on his feet, sprinting at her with the sword ready to attack her with. Upon swinging his blade at her she ducked and rolled, the blade hitting the side of the house, initially breaking the sword in half with a resounding ‘clink’. Mo-mi chuckled, watching as the man shook his head and dropped the rest of the sword onto the cement. “You think this is funny?” The man spoke in english. His voice was not only deep but held a thick australian accent. The moment was amusing to the girl. Not much for him.

Hana was pushed down into a chokehold onto the floor, she gasped for air as the man spoke into her ear. “Who are you?” He hissed, tightening his grip when she didn’t answer. “Not gonna answer me?” He huffed. Hana seethed, immediately gripping onto his forearms, letting her powers burn his arm with a bright light coursing through them. He yelped loudly, yanking his arms back, falling back onto the floor. “The fuck was that?!” The platinum exclaimed, grabbing his gun just as bunny stood up, the two left utter silence.

“Listen to me, or else I won’t hesitate to kill the both of you.” Hana pointed her scythe that radiated a gold glow, she panted seeing as the two didn’t make any moves to stop her. “You’re-”

“I-” She stuttered, just realizing what she had done by outing not only herself, but Mo-mi as well. All of a sudden she felt hot sparks of electricity crack up her sides before she fell to the ground, instantly passing out. The man who tased her, had stood behind her figure with a wolf mask. “You two go find the other, I’ll take this one.” He spoke, grabbing the girl by her sides, tossing her body over his shoulder with ease.

—

Mo-mi was about to get ganged up on by the rest of the men that surrounded her, and time was running out. They stared down at her with impulsive eyes. It was as if she were prey and they were the wolves. That was till the smoky black mist that manifested from her palms, exerted out towards the 7 men. The shock wave sent them back onto the ground, the force practically knocking the wind from half their lungs. They were all left groaning as Mo-mi laid unconscious.

That’s when Wolf mask entered the room, his buff arms folded, he was amused.

“Let’s clear out.”

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[jinnie-ret]

Hey can I request something like your heat stroke fic but instead Where reader takes care of Hyunjin when he gets it while she’s on vacation with him and the boys (and they’re dating ofc) he gets like rlly emotional n overwhelmed too and she’s just there for him 💖

too hot to handle

hyunjin x reader

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: heatstroke, vomiting

word count: 1.3k

summary: your boyfriend unexpectedly gets heatstroke after a day of fun at the beach on your holiday.

Hi! Hope you enjoyed this! If you did be sure to reblog and let me know if you'd like to be added to my taglist! :)

HYUNJIN'S MASTERLIST

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Hwang Hyunjin was simply irresistible, and of course, you knew that. But as the 9 of you relaxed on the beach in the early morning, ready for a chill day, you couldn't help but thirst over him. He looked like something out of a dream. Wet, black hair slicked back from the ocean, as your gaze was fixed to him from your sun lounger, a book in hand.

"Come on, babe! Spend some time with me!" Hyunjin pleaded, shouting with his hands cupped over his mouth.

You jumped slightly, quietly giggling to yourself that you had been caught out, and because of the fact he was openly complaining in front of his members. He was sure to be subject to their teasing.

"I'm taking in the sun! Can't you wait, Jinnie?" you teased, stood up with your toes wiggling into the sand.

You saw his arms immediately flop down, but he was soon dive bombed into the ocean by who you think was Lee Know. It wouldn't surprise you, you've had to save your boyfriend from being cooked in an air fryer multiple times.

It wasn't until around half an hour later, a sun lounger was loudly dragged next to you, disturbing your peace as Hyunjin hovered next to you, hands over his hips.

"You left your poor boyfriend to drown," Hyunjin pouted.

"I told you baby, I was taking in the sun, you should try it," you nonchalantly said, putting on your shades as you relaxed.

"You just want me to stay here so you can admire me, don't you?" he teased, pushing his lounger right next to yours and stretching out, causing you to shut your eyes, even underneath your shades.

"Don't know what you're talking about," you squeaked, ignoring his nudging before he wrapped a wet arm across your middle. "Ew Hyunjin! You're wet!"

"Guys, this is a public beach," Jisung snickered as he walked past, causing the two of you to freeze before bursting into laughter.

"Just lay here with me, yeah?" you looked up at Hyunjin, who had wormed part of his body underneath yours just so that he could hold you.

"Of course baby," Hyunjin brushed back some of your hair before planting a kiss on your forehead, and the two of you fell asleep in the sun, just like that.

Later on in the day you were woken up for some food, Chan and Seungmin were in charge of the BBQ. And after you finally went into the sea, much to Hyunjin's excitement (this man literally chucked you in), you all headed back to the villa you were staying in.

"Hey, Y/N, keep an eye on Jinnie, he seems a bit off," Changbin let you know as he patted your shoulder, and you immediately worried.

"Okay, thank you Changbin!" you nodded thankfully, before speeding up to catch up with Hyunjin, tapping your key card and entering your room.

You analysed his movements carefully, watching as he winced from the feeling of his t-shirt peeling off of his sunburnt back. He slowly went into the bathroom, and you sat on the small sofa in your room, sighing, before you heard a small crash and a groan.

"Jinnie?! Baby?" you went to open the door but he locked it. Why would he lock it? It's just you.

"Mmm, baby," he whimpered, and you could hear him trying to stand up.

"Darling, unlock the door for me, yeah?" you tapped your foot anxiously, and felt a small bit of relief when the door opened, until you saw him curled up, hands clinging onto the toilet seat.

"Hyunjin?!" you wrapped an arm around him, feeling terrified at the state he was in.

"Baby, I, I feel, sick, so hot," he panted, small tears running down his face and he was shaking in your arms.

"Oh, Jinnie, it's ok, I've got you, ummmm," you panicked, not knowing what to do until you stood and started running some cold water over a cloth.

"I'm... Scared, feel dizzy," he cried, and as you pressed the cold cloth to his back, you ran your fingers through his hair trying to soothe him.

But really, you had no idea what you were doing.

"Baby, I'm just going to go for a sec, I'm gonna grab my phone, okay?" you winced as you told him, standing up slowly.

"No, no, don't, I can't," he whimpered, and you rubbed his back soothingly even more.

"Oh Jinnie, I'll be 2 seconds, literally, I promise you, okay?" you hushed him, as you dashed out and grabbed your device, immediately back by your boyfriend's side. "See, Jinnie, told you, I'm right here. Bet you didn't even notice me gone, huh?"

"No," he simply said, body swaying slightly even from where he was sat by the toilet, and you began to feel more concerned, his answers were becoming shorter.

You rang the first person you could think of to help in this situation. Chan.

"Chan? Can you come into our room? Please, Hyunjin isn't feeling well, I think he's caught the sun- oh!" you paused in your rambles as Hyunjin began to throw up. "You're okay babe, it's ok... Chan please help I don't know what to do!"

"Ok, love, ok Y/N I'm coming through now," Chan said gently yet speedily as he hung up and you could hear his footsteps rushing into your room.

"Please help, Chan, he's really hot and I don't know what to do," you finally let yourself panic as Chan was here to help now.

"It's fine, you've done a great job so far, yeah?" Chan nodded at you as he sat down on the bathroom floor on the other side of Hyunjin. "Jinnie? You done?"

Your boyfriend weakly nodded.

Any other time, you would have made the joke that the Red Lights duo are what is too hot to handle, but clearly it was the sun for Hyunjin that had done him in.

"Y/N, let's lay him down in bed," Chan gestured you to help walk Hyunjin to bed, and you laid him down above the duvet, Chan placing a cloth on his forehead as you sat next to him, leg nervously bopping up and down on the floor.

"I didn't know what to do, he'll be ok, right?" you bit your lip worriedly, and even though he was the one feeling unwell, you didn't miss the way Hyunjin lightly strokes his hand over you leg to comfort you.

"He will be, we'll just keep an eye on him for now in case he gets worse, but he's already doing better I think," Chan nodded at you, looking you in the eye to make sure you were listening to what he was saying.

Half an hour had passed, and Hyunjin was more talkative now, still feeling a bit weak and hot, but the nausea seemed to have passed.

"Thanks Hyung, you know what Y/N can be like," Hyunjin joked as Chan chuckled too.

"I can see you're already feeling better, let me know if you need anything else," Chan smiled, before leaving the two of you alone.

"You don't have to worry anymore baby," Hyunjin rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand.

"You know I always do," you kissed his hand that rested over yours. "Plus, I should be comforting you, not the other way around."

"You've already done that my love, come on, let's cuddle," Hyunjin offered a small smile, slowly moving his arm outwards to welcome you into his embrace.

"Don't be silly, you'll get too hot," you frowned, not wanting him to feel worse.

"You never turn down my cuddles, are you sure you're feeling okay, my dear?" he sighed, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Okay, forget what I said," you shuffled into his arms and traced patterns on his stomach.

"What are you drawing, baby?" Hyunjin fondly smiled after a second.

"A rose," you smiled innocently.

"It doesn't feel like a rose," he giggled.

"Well you're going to have to keep guessing then," you laughed, and you both spent the rest of the evening relaxing, where you'd occasionally damp the cloth again to keep Hyunjin's temperature down. It was a stressful day, but you were just happy and relieved he was feeling much better now.

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[marzmeltdown]

Show Me Your God

⌦ Pairing: Demon!Hyunjin x FEM!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): smut ⌦ Warning(s): pet names (hyunjin: ,, reader: angel,, princess,, darling,, ),, religious themes(??),, throat fucking,, rough sex,, hair pulling,, dacryphilia,, dirty talk,, praise,, minor fluff,, oral (m + f receiving),, edging,, spanking,, swearing,, overstimulation,, unprotected sex (be smart),, creamepie,, slight pinning,, choking,, fingering,, ⌦ Word count: 2.18k ⌦ Summary: You were used to being on your knees, though in the biblical sense, sighting your nightly prayers and what not. Recently, however, your knees have been on the floor for a completely different, sinful reason. ⌦ A/N: Listening to Werewolf by Motionless in White truly was a great song to write this fic to. um,, this was written partly for my own delusions if I'm being 100% honest. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on this story and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

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You were used to being on your knees, though in the biblical sense, sighting your nightly prayers and what not.

It all started one night on your way home from your church's weekly nightly sermon. Though night sermons were typically held for those who could not make it to regular church services or for those who needed a warm place to stay for a few hours to combat the cold winters that swept through town, you always showed up.

He seemed to take pleasure in testing your faith each night since then; it was as if the devil himself sent the man to come and taint your once pure mind. He reached places you never knew were possible and put you in positions you were sure you would have never been able to do yourself.

But tonight. Tonight was different.

You couldn't shake the feeling that he had something sinister going on in that devilish mind of his. He was rough, messy, and held a cocky grin each time that cross necklace that never left your neck glistened in the light.

He took full pleasure in forcing gags from your throat with just his cock alone; the way you looked beneath him was truly a work of art. His hand gripped your hair at the root as his hips thrust into your face with such force that you were sure you'd have bruises around your mouth by the morning.

"You look so good like this, angel; on your knees for me with my cock down your throat," Hyunjin said, wrapping your hair around his hand in attempts to pull you closer to him. You whimpered in response to his praise, and the vibrations from your whimper shot up the demon's spine, causing his head to lull back in pleasure.

Your throat felt raw from how long his cock was being shoved down your throat. The only sounds coming from your mouth were the lewd sounds of your spit being churned in your mouth, and the gags being forced out of you with each harsh thrust sounded like music to Hyunjin's ears. You could feel the stickiness of your saliva mixed with tears running down your body.

His hips began to stutter as his orgasm pushed closer, and the whimpers that started to fall from his mouth went straight to your core, causing you to rub your thighs together. The friction you created with your thighs did little to appease your neglected cunt.

He thrust one, two, three more times. On the third thrust, hold your head still at the base, your nose brushing up against his pelvic bone. The two of you maintained eye contact as his cock twitched against your tongue and his cum shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop.

He held your head in place for a few more seconds, catching his breath, before he let you pull away. He looked spent, and your jaw was on fire, but you knew that you were just getting started with your eventful night.

Your head fell forward as you took in as many deep breaths as you could. Hyunjin reached down to take hold of your hair once more, pulling your head up so you two were now face-to-face. "Don't tap out on me now, princess; we're just getting started," he said.

"I know, I just need a second to breathe," you replied, your voice hoarse from the harsh fucking it just received a moment ago. He kneeled down, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

Despite being rough in every sense of the word, he always made sure you were okay. He wouldn't continue until you gave him the okay to do so. The small gestures of kindness were short, almost nonexistent, but every time they do arise, you can't help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

He sat on the floor next to you, placing soft kisses on your head and stroking your hair soothingly. It didn't take long for you to recover; you just needed to gather your breath anyway—nothing too drastic.

You were quickly bent over the edge of the bed, Hyunjin's face buried deep into your cunt as soon as you gave the okay. The way his tongue expertly ran through your folds, teased your hole with his tongue, and sucked at your clit had you seeing stars.

He had one of your legs propped up on the bed to give him more room, and your moans grew louder with each poke and prod of his tongue throughout your pussy. A wanton moan leaving your lips once Hyunjin's fingers slipped inside your heat. He pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, curling his fingers up to hit that sweet spot inside your walls that had your head spinning.

"F-Fuck!" You whined, gripping at the sheets to ground yourself from the intense pleasure you were receiving from his mouth and fingers alone. Your walls clenched around his fingers, pulling a groan from Hyunjin at the feeling of your tight walls sucking his fingers further inside of you.

"Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl; you'll have to beg for forgiveness in confession," Hyunjin teased. The way he spoke about how dirty his precious church mouse was pushed you closer to the edge.

"Hyu- dear God! I'm close!" You cried, and Hyunjin chuckled softly as he pulled away. The immediate loss of attention to your cunt caused you to whine and look back at the demon who took your pleas to the Lord above while he was pleasing you as an ego boost.

He stood, lining himself up with your heat, though he didn't thrust in. Instead, he teased your hole with the tip of his cock, forcing more whines to fall from your saliva-soaked lips.

"Use your words, princess," he simply said; he spoke as if the sight of you writhing beneath him didn't have him leaking. You were growing impatient with his teasing, and your hips pushed back against his cock before you had time to think about it.

That action rewarded you with two reactions from your lover, one being a soft groan and the other landed a harsh smack against your ass. You yelped at the punishment, jumping forward in shock as your brain registered the stinging pain you had just received from Hyunjin's spanking.

"Please, Hyunjin.." You whined, looking over your shoulder to make eye contact with the man behind you. He resumed teasing your cunt, watching as you bit your lip to suppress a whine from escaping your lips.

"Please what, darling?" He asked, letting the tip of his cock slide into your cunt.

"Fuck me, please, Hyunjin," you begged.

He thrust his hips into you in one full motion, barely giving you time to adjust. The tear of his rough entry was more pleasurable than waiting for your okay. You moaned loudly as he bottomed out. Hyunjin had one hand against your neck, pressing your head into the bed, while the other held onto your hip to keep you from squirming.

His thrusts were fast and sharp, hitting your cervix with every thrust while simultaneously digging his nails into your neck. His eyes were focused on how his cock disappeared so quickly and then reappeared just as quickly. You were sure your walls were somehow molded to fit his cock perfectly—not that it was physically possible, of course.

You were on cloud nine, almost missing how he pulled you up by the hair so your back was flush with his chest. The hand that was holding your hip previously was now rubbing harsh circles into your clit, with his other hand gripping your neck. You were so cock drunk that your head lulled back and rested itself on his shoulder as your hands found themselves tangled in his hair. You bit your lip in an attempt to lessen the volume of your screams, but that was only presented with a harsh pinch to your nipple.

You let out a yelp of both pain and pleasure, your hands tugging so ruthlessly on his hair that his head was pulled back with it.

"Let me hear you, precious. Let God hear you," he growled into your ear. The snapping of his hips only became tougher the longer he fucked himself into you.

"Feels so good.. Feels so-…" You cried out, tears falling from your eyes as you rambled on about how good his dick felt inside you, how big and thick his cock was, and all the lewd descriptors that would make your local nunnery faint.

The cord in your stomach began to twist and turn again, faster this time from Hyunjin's relentless beatings to your pussy and his fingers harsh figure eights against your clit. You weren't sure where his obsession with bringing the Lord into your sexual escapades came from, but you weren't objecting at all for reasons you couldn't quite pinpoint.

"H-Hyunjin! Im gonna-" You sobbed, too far gone to even finish the sentence, but Hyunjin knew what you were trying to tell him. He could feel it in the way your walls were sucking him in, holding his cock captive inside the warm and wet paradise that was your pussy.

"Go ahead, princess," he whispered into your ear. That was all you needed to hear before the dam finally broke. Hyunjin's hand did not once falter from abusing your cunt as your cum soaked his hand, your legs, and the mattress beneath you.

The moan you let out when you squirted all over your lover's hand could only be compared to an animal howling at the moon. The demon's hand did not stop attacking that bundle of nerves that seemed so hard yet so easy for the male species to find. The tears streaming from your face thickened as overstimulation began to set in. Hyunjin held you up by your throat when your legs began to shake; the growling in your ear almost overpowered the pain you were slowly beginning to feel.

"Hyunjin, please!" You sobbed once more. Despite your nerves being on fire, you couldn't help but want him to continue.

"My angel did so well for me; do you think you can do it again?" He asked, and instinctively, you nodded. Hyunjin could make you squirt 5–6 times before he had to cum a second time, and the way he beat your pussy felt like he was angry at times. And you'd be lying to say you didn't enjoy it.

"C-Can we cum together?" You managed to ask through your sobs of pleasure, and he chuckled softly at the request. He could feel the cord in his own stomach twisting and turning; the sight of you glistening with your own juices and still having the energy to continue turned him on more than any piece of lingerie could.

"Of course, princess," he said. He moved the hand that was around your throat to force his middle and ring fingers into your mouth as his other hand rubbed circles into your clit until you were cumming down your leg again.

You let out a moan that had to have come from the bottom of your chest with how powerful it was. Watching as your body writhed with pleasure as he fucked you through your orgasm was enough to send him over the edge a second time.

It started with a few twitches of his cock before he was filling you with what felt like more cum than what he had forced you to swallow earlier in the night. You whimpered when his hand left your clit to aid the hand around your chin in holding you up, as your legs were effectively spent from the harsh beating your pussy had just endured.

"You did so well for me, baby girl, so well." He said this as he thrust his cum back inside of you whenever it threatened to leave your hole alongside your arousal and run down his balls. He pulled his fingers from your mouth as he kissed your sweat-soaked temple.

"Thank you, Hyunjin," you said; your voice was long gone by this point.

"Look at this mess you made," he said, still thrusting into your cunt shallowly, more so to make sure every drop of his cum stays inside your cunt rather than arousing you again. You blushed as you looked at the soaked spot on the bed.

"Can we lie like this for a little while? I don't want you to pull out yet." You asked, and he only shook his head as he pulled out and gently laid you on the bed.

"After I clean you up, princess, I don't want you to get sick from cockwarming right after sex," he said as he kissed your forehead.

You whined in protest but accepted it, and you liked it when he was soft after the fact. Emotionally, not physically, of course. He always cleaned you up with a warm towel, clothed you, changed your sheets, gave you water, and then laid in bed with you until you fell asleep.

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[straykeedz]

dirty little secret; hhj

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader;

genre: s, a bit angsty in the end???;

summary: you and hyunjin have a private account where you share all of your intimate stuff. one day, somebody finds out your secret.

word count: 1,2k

TW: mentions of masturbation (both m and f); mentions of explicit photos & videos; mention of penetrative sex; [please lmk if i forgot anything!]

requested by anon! 🫶 hopes it lives up to your expectations 🫧

as per usual, keep in mind that english is not my first language, so lmk if you spot any mistakes/typos ♡

MINORS DNI WITH THIS!

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Changbin swore he’d already seen that bracelet somewhere. 

His eyebrows furrowed as he paused the video playing on his computer, and felt a bit stupid for staring a such an insignificant little detail when he had his bare, throbbing cock in his hand and a naked woman on full display on his screen with her partner in between her legs, balls deep inside of her. But the bracelet she was wearing looked so familiar… He had seen it before for sure - the question was where?  

With the thought of that stupid bracelet still on his mind, he eventually unpaused the video and started stroking his cock again, in desperate need of release. 

He couldn’t see the woman’s face - he never did, that’s what made it even more exciting in his opinion. He’d subscribed to her private channel way back when the pandemic had started and he’d found himself alone and sexually frustrated for months. He’d been paying his subscription ever since, and hadn’t missed a single post, picture or video since day one. It was the only channel he followed. 

It was his dirty little secret.

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It had started during the pandemic. 

You were just trying to spice things up in the bedroom, and posting racy photos and videos online seemed to be the perfect solution for you and Hyunjin - your husband. It wasn’t for the money, really, you just wanted to have some fun with your man, that’s how you came up with your dirty little plan. 

Hyunjin had been reluctant at first, not fully convinced by the idea of recording the most intimate moments he shared with you and posting them on the internet for everyone to see. So, he made it very clear since the beginning - he didn’t want neither of you to be recognizable in any way. That’s why you only recorded and posted videos filming only your bodies. 

At first, you only posted photos. 

You still remember clearly the first photo you ever shared - you wore black lingerie, and were kneeling on the mattress of yours and Hyunjin’s bed. He was behind you, one hand groping one of your boobs and the other one inside your panties, two of his fingers buried deep inside you. 

Then, you started sharing videos - more and more explicit and revealing. 

It felt nice knowing that you and your husband shared something racy and erotic, and your physical intimacy benefitted from that. You and Hyunjin had become even closer than before, and even your sex life had improved. You’d fuck whenever - not only when you had to film some content for your channel. Plus, both your and his sex drive had become almost insatiable now, to the point you’d often bail on your friends or leave early whenever you hang out with them just to go home and fuck each other’s brains out.

You didn’t tell anyone about your secret activities online - it was your dirty little secret.

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Then, Changbin noticed that she had a tattoo. Huh. It must be new, because it most definitely wasn’t there in the previous videos. A letter, a capital H on her hip. 

Why on earth was he staring at a fucking tattoo while on his screen there was a naked woman with cum dripping out of her pussy and leaking onto the sheets was a fucking mystery. Her legs were spread on the mattress, and she was playing with herself as more and more cum was dripping from her hole. Then, her partner’s hands replaced her own, as he started to gently play with her clit at first, drawing circular shapes on it with his thumb. 

Changbin started stroking himself faster - the more he listened to the woman’s moans, the more desperate he became, and when she finally reached her high with a high-pitched moan, he released all over his abdomen and hand. 

Only when her partner lowered the camera he was holding in one hand he noticed he had gotten a tattoo as well, on the very same spot. A capital letter. 

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Changbin almost chocked on his fucking beer when he noticed it. At first, he thought he’d drunk too much and had started seeing things or something, but nope. There it was, the very same tattoo his favorite creator had on her hip - on your hip. He blinked a couple of times, but the tattoo didn’t go anywhere. It was still there.

Capital H. 

Your linen shirt had lifted a bit when you’d handed your Hyunjin - your husband, his drink, and that’s when he saw it. 

It couldn’t be possible, there was no way he’d jerked off to one of his best friends and his wife having sex. Repeatedly. For years. No, it must be a coincidence. A fucking weird and disturbing one at that.

“Hyung, I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t stare at my wife’s crotch, you know?” Hyunjin playfully elbowed him. 

Changbin’s palms were all sweaty now and his heart was hammering fast in his chest. “I- I wasn’t staring at her… you know.”, he quickly excused himself. “Sorry, y/n.”, he excused himself with you too, bowing slightly. 

“Yah, I was just teasing, hyung!” Hyunjin chuckled. 

“Hyung, you embarrassed him.” Seungmin told Hyunjin. “Look, even his ears turned red!”, the younger man laughed. 

“I was just looking at the tattoo.” Changbin spoke. “Is it old, y/n?”, he asked you. 

If it was old, then he was safe, because it’d mean that you weren’t the woman he’d jerked off to for years, that it wasn’t your cunt he’d seen spread open on his laptop screen just a few hours prior and it was just a coincidence. 

You quickly took a glance at the tattoo on your hip, then turned to look at Changbin and smile at him. “Nope.”, you shook your head as a no. “I just got it done.”

Changbin froze in his spot. Then, Hyunjin spoke. 

“We just got them done.”, his friend remarked, lifting his t-shirt as well and showing him the ink on his skin. Fuck. It was the very same capital letter the man in the video had on his hip, the initial of your name. “We decided to do something creative for our anniversary.” Hyunjin explained, but Changbin’s brain wasn’t capable of processing anything right now. 

Then, you raised your glass to take a sip of your drink, and that’s when Changbin noticed it. 

The fucking bracelet. 

And that’s when he remembered. 

“Yah, hyung!” Hyunjin said to Changbin as he sat down next to him with a velvet box in his hands. “I need your opinion on something.”

And then he opened the box and revealed a bracelet. It was golden with a huge stone. “I got it for y/n. Do you think she’ll like it? That right there is her birth stone.”

Of course! How could he have fucking forgotten that stupid bracelet with your stupid fucking birth stone? Changbin was hyperventilating now, and he hoped none of his friends would comment on how anxious he looked. 

But no, fucking Hyunjin had to notice. 

“Hyung, are you alright?”, he asked Changbin. 

Then, Hyunjin noticed the way his hyung was intensively shifting from the bracelet on your wrist, and then to your tattoo, and then to his tattoo, and it didn’t take long for him to connect the dots. His eyes became darker and clenched his jaw when realization hit him. You squeezed Hyunjin’s thigh, confused, and when he turned to look at you, you instantly knew, and let out a gasp. Hyunjin’s head snapped in Changbin’s direction once again. 

“Hyung, we need to talk. Outside.” Hyunjin growled. “Now.”

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[hyunbunlix]

Belonging [seraph soldier!Hyunjin]

Characters: Hyunjin, fem!OC Rating: A/O for Adults Only Content Warnings/Tags: mentions/depictions of war/battle, winged characters, explicit sexual content, inexperienced Hyunjin, switch Hyunjin, blowjob/facefucking (+swallowing), fingerbanging, multiple orgasms, back-to-back orgasms (f), cunnilingus, unprotected penetration, dirty talk/banter, hickey (m. receiving), raw male orgasms Word Count: 10,575 Summary: As a member of the Misbegotten—an army made up of the angel Emperor’s bastard children—Hyunjin has long since accepted his status as cannon fodder. As casualties in the war with chimaera worsen, commanders from the Dominion army are sent to bolster the Misbegotten ranks. The last thing he expected was one of the Dominion to inspire him to dream of a different life. Note: Based on the world of Daughter of Smoke & Bone by Laini Taylor.

Once upon a time, a soldier forgot what he was made for, and chose to love instead.

Seraph soldiers came in three varieties.

            The first: The Dominion, the best of the best, soldiers that served under the Emperor’s brother and carried out the will of the royal family most directly.

            The second: Aptly named the Second Legion, this force was what most people would call the standard military. For the most part, any angel who wanted to join the cause but was not truly exceptional was in the Second Legion.

            The third, and final: The Misbegotten, a military force made up entirely of the Emperor’s bastards. It was drilled into their heads from a young age that they were not people, but weapons; they had no rights, only a purpose. Angels lived for hundreds of years, and the Emperor had sired thousands of bastards. It was said he had a harem full of women, and that he called a different one to him every night.

            Hyun Jin could confirm that to be true, because he’d been born in the harem, and had witnessed the nightly ritual, the way women would be escorted out, and when they came back, they were exhausted at best and broken at worst. It was cruel, how Hyun Jin could remember the aura of fear in that place better than he could remember his own mother’s face.

            Was his mother still in the harem, he wondered? Did he have other full-blooded siblings in the Misbegotten army that he didn’t even know about? Naturally, every Misbegotten was at least his half-sibling, but were any of them more than that?

            Hyun Jin hoped none of them were. He hoped, at best, that his mother had been able to escape. He hoped, at worst, that she’d finally been allowed the mercy of death. He knew which was more likely.

            Since new Misbegotten were conceived nearly every single night, this was the military branch that always got sent in first, and therefore the one that withstood the most casualties. Recently, they’d taken heavy losses against their chimaera foes. The war had started hundreds of years before Hyun Jin was born, and, being one of the Emperor’s many bastards, he was not allowed the luxury of an opinion on that matter. He would fight the chimaera until he died, or he would attempt to desert and be hunted for sport. His end would be the same no matter his choices.

            Hyun Jin hadn’t been alive at the beginning of the war, and he likely wouldn’t be alive at the end of it, either. He’d been around long enough, though, to know that things were horribly wrong. The chimaera had always been a peculiar group of races, part or even mostly animal, but the chimaera they were fighting as of late . . . they were wrong. They had become hulking nightmare creatures that could not possibly occur in nature. Hyun Jin had seen and fought several; he wasn’t short by any means, but some of these monsters were nearly twice his height.

            Suffice it to say, the Misbegotten were forced under the brunt of the assault, and had suffered heavy casualties.

            When Hyun Jin found out that several ranking officers from the Dominion were being sent to bolster their ranks, he was shocked. Surely this couldn’t be the Emperor’s idea; he was just fine with using his bastard children as cannon fodder. No, someone must have talked enough strategy to convince him to do it out of necessity.

            When the members of the Dominion arrived, the Misbegotten camp did their best to welcome them out of respect (or fear of insult). They didn’t have the resources for anything so fancy as a banquet, of course, so they determined to have a feast instead. They all had to eat, after all, so it allowed the Misbegotten to be respectful of their “betters” without being wasteful about it. Hyun Jin even volunteered to be on the hunting party. It was nice to do something that didn’t involve wading into an active warzone for once. Though he fought mostly with swords in combat, he wasn’t half-bad as an archer, and taking down game was much easier than taking down chimaera soldiers.

            Hyun Jin mostly kept to himself during the feast, rarely venturing away from his team. He paid attention, of course, when the officers were introduced, and made his snap judgment of each. Most of them seemed as arrogant as he’d expected, and a few even seemed downright cruel. There were a few others, though, that didn’t leave much of an impression at all, and Hyun Jin prayed his team would be assigned to one of those relatively inoffensive individuals. For once in his life, the Godstars felt up to answering his prayers, because his team ended up with one of the milder-seeming officers, a female lieutenant named Da’el who, throughout the night, kept to herself and minded her business where many of her comrades contented themselves with antagonizing the Misbegotten at every opportunity. The latter treatment was to be expected; everyone who was in frequent direct contact with the Emperor was more or less a horrible person. Who was this seraph, that she’d managed to avoid the Emperor’s corruption?

           He told himself he was reading way too far into it. Maybe she just had a lot of restraint or was a really good actress, and she’d prove herself to be just as horrible as the others when training started in the morning. After all, it was so much easier to be cruel with a blade in your hand.

At dawn, the Misbegotten rose, ate, and reported to their new honorary commanders. Hyun Jin tried to put the trepidation out of his mind, but it was difficult. When he saw their new commanding officer standing on their practice pitch, her wings glowing in the new morning light, he tried to get a better read on her. She had the same nothing-expression on her face that she’d had the night before. When he and his team lined up, as they were supposed to, he realized she was nearly as tall as him. She looked over the lot of them with eyes similar to her wings, which was unusual. Most angels either had blue eyes, like the Emperor and those he surrounded himself with, or dark brown eyes like the common folk that, for the Misbegotten, made up a majority of their mothers. Even green eyes were more common than hers, which looked like they were on fire, and Hyun Jin couldn’t decide if it was a trick of the sunrise or not.

            “Pair off,” she said. “You may use any weapon you like. I want to see what I’m working with.”

            They did as she said, and Hyun Jin belatedly recalled that his team was an odd number after . . . recent losses. He felt bad for the man that got stuck with the commander, a soldier named Lorn who was a few years older than Hyun Jin. Lorn looked terrified of the lieutenant, but, to Hyun Jin’s surprise, she didn’t react to that at all. He’d expected her to be at least a little smug.

            Two at a time, they sparred, leaving Da’el and her unfortunate partner for last. Da’el fought with twin swords, while her opponent chose a pike. Hyun Jin knew Lorn’s fighting style, and the pike was not his weapon of choice. He often fought with a claymore, but perhaps, upon seeing what the lieutenant would be using, had chosen something with a faster fighting style despite being personally unaccustomed. Hyun Jin wasn’t sure that was such a good strategy here.

            He expected the fight to be over quickly; he expected a member of the Dominion to act the way they always did, by making short work of their opponents, humiliating them in the process. Hyun Jin was stunned when that didn’t play out.

            Instead of disarming Lorn promptly and berating him for his sub-par skills, Da’el checked her own skill level to just above his; he wouldn’t win, but he would get a good fight out of it. It was obvious to Hyun Jin that she was holding back, but he attributed it to his own skill with swords rather than an obvious telegraphing of her movements. Really, she was doing quite a good job of not embarrassing the soldier; she could have easily used her restraint to mock him. Hyun Jin really only knew the difference because he saw the openings he himself would have taken to disarm Lorn, and watched her pass them up.

            Eventually, after letting Lorn put up a good fight, she disarmed him, and put her sword tips, crossed right over left, on his shoulders. The message was obvious: had this been a real fight, it would have ended with the soldier losing his head.

            “Good,” she said, withdrawing her blades and replacing them on the rack. Hyun Jin hadn’t registered at first that those weren’t even her swords; they were regular practice blades. How much better was she when using blades weighted for her swing? Were swords even her weapon of choice?

            “I’m pleased to see that a good many of you are adaptable, but a lot of you still need work. It’s my understanding that the Misbegotten have taken heavy losses recently. Why do you think that is?”

            She asked the question in such a way that expressed actual curiosity, like she actually valued their opinion and insights. There was nothing patronizing in her voice or expression; she wasn’t trying to denigrate them by blaming them for their defeats. It was extremely unlike one of the Dominion. Honestly, even the Second Legion, whom the Misbegotten served alongside more often, didn’t really care what the Misbegotten thought and tended to mock when they did dare to express themselves.

            “You could start with the fact that the chimaera are ten feet tall now,” answered one of the soldiers. Da’el looked thoughtful.

            “That shouldn’t affect your results this much. Being large tends to slow a body down, not to mention you all have wings. It’s not as though you can’t reach their heads. What else?”

            “They all fly now,” Hyun Jin said, surprising himself. She turned those burning eyes on him, and he almost lost his nerve for a second. He’d forgotten entirely for an instant that she was Dominion, and his current commander. She’d spoken like this was just a conversation between comrades, and he’d responded in kind without thinking. It wasn’t like him to forget himself in such a way.

            “Was every victory in the past predicated on aerial superiority?” she asked him, directly. She didn’t move her eyes to include the other seraphim in the question.

            “No,” he answered. She didn’t remove her gaze, prompting him to continue. “Not every victory,” he elaborated. “There have always been races of chimaera that can fly. We’ve never been wholly unchallenged in the air. But we’ve also never been this challenged.”

           She nodded, and moved her eyes to the other seraphim. Hyun Jin nearly sighed in relief, which confused him. No Dominion had ever had the ability to rattle him before, and all she’d done was ask a question.

            “What else?” she asked of the group.

            “There’s a difference in tactics,” said Lorn. For an instant, the edge of Da’el’s mouth lifted toward a smile. Hyun Jin felt a peculiar stab like jealousy. He hadn’t gotten a partial smile for his answer.

            “Different, how?” she asked, addressing only Lorn now.

            “It’s like they know us, what we’ll do,” he said. “We’ve been fighting this war for hundreds of years, always had a familiarity with one another’s tactics, but this . . . It feels as though they know us personally.”

            She gave one deep nod in response. “Excellent observation. Anything else?”

            The rest of Hyun Jin’s team started to pipe up their experiences, too, anything they thought might help form a clearer picture. Now that they all felt they could speak freely without repercussions, they offered up everything they knew. She took every piece, built on every answer, asked clarifying questions to draw out extra details.

            “After observing your fights today,” she said at the end, “I can tell there are several of you already internalizing these concepts, which is probably why you’re still alive.” She gestured to Lorn, the soldier she’d sparred with. “Lorn knew that his usual strategy—his usual specialty—wouldn’t be effective against me. I saw several of you make similar choices in your fights, as well. Lorn lost today, but he showed the adaptability necessary to overcome and win in the future. I’m going to teach all of you how to do that. Your current skills alone won’t save you, but they’ll provide the proper foundation for the new ones you’ll accrue. Think about where you’re starting from and where you wish to go. If you’re uncertain, ask me and I’ll help you. Any questions?”

            Hyun Jin knew it was stupid, but he couldn’t help but take this like a personal reprimand. He’d chosen his usual swords for today’s spar, and in so doing, felt as though he’d failed a test. Did their commander think less of him now for his inability to consider creative solutions?

            And, perhaps, more importantly, why the fuck did he care?

            She dismissed them and told them to return after the midday meal with their new weapon of choice in mind. The team wandered off, and all of them seemed to be in various stages of bewilderment.

            “She made it sound like she actually cares whether we live or die,” said one of the soldiers.

            “I don’t buy it,” said another.

            “What reason does she have to put up an act? I’ll bet the others aren’t.”

            That, at least, seemed to be true. When they met up with a few of the other teams for lunch, they didn’t need to ask to know. Plenty of the other Misbegotten were sporting minor injuries, bruises and cuts that proved their new commanders hadn’t taken it easy on them.

            But . . . that wasn’t the right language, was it? Hyun Jin didn’t feel as though he’d gotten off the hook easily. He’d still worked hard, and he was ravenous by the time he’d gotten his food. So, what, then? What was the difference?

            At first, a few of the other Misbegotten teased them for their softer treatment. They asked who their new commander was, and upon hearing it was Da’el, several of them became confused.

            “They were calling her the witch last night,” offered a woman from another team. “That doesn’t sound like the kind of nickname one gets by being merciful.”

            “Perhaps they call her the witch because she’s the only person left in all of Astrae with a working brain in her head,” offered another. That drew laughter from most of the circle.

            Hyun Jin kept his view of things to himself. Perhaps she was simply wise enough not to stress the things around her until they broke. The chimaera did plenty of breaking. What good was it to harm their allies when their enemy could do it just as well, or better?

            That, however, looked a little too much like mercy, which was something seraphim, and those close to the Emperor especially, were not known to have in excess. So, how? So, why? How had she come to be one of the Dominion without succumbing to the ethos that thrummed from the very heart of the empire?

            Hyun Jin was among the first to finish eating; he stood and turned to go. He still had no idea what to choose for his secondary weapon, and . . . he had the urge to speak with Da’el, alone.

When he made it back to the practice pitch, she was already there, sitting in the shade and eating her own meal. This struck him as immediately strange. He’d seen the pavilion where the other Dominion were eating together.

            “Am I here too early?” he asked, testing the waters. She glanced up at him, but remained seated. Strange, incredibly so. With him standing and her sitting, he had the appearance of every advantage over her, and the Dominion valued their appearance very much. They wouldn’t be caught dead in the perception that they were beneath a Misbegotten.

            “Not at all,” she said. “Did you need help choosing a weapon?”

            “Yes, but . . .” But what? What else could he possibly be here for? He sat down across from her, and saw . . . something . . . flicker in her firelight eyes. “Why aren’t you with the others?”

            She looked at him curiously. “They don’t suit my idea of companionship,” she said simply. He blinked at her, and she took another bite of her stew.

            “Forgive me for speaking so plainly, but you’re not how I expected you to be,” he said before he could really think it through. She made a soft sound that might have been the beginning of a laugh, the edges of her mouth curving. Hyun Jin’s chest tightened, and he felt foolish for it.

            “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said. He nodded.

            “I didn’t mean it in a bad way,” he clarified. “You’re just . . . not like the other Dominion I’ve known.”

            “Thank you for noticing,” she said, smiling fully now. “They tried to beat it out of me, but that just made me more determined to endure.”

            He wasn’t sure if she meant beat literally. Knowing the Dominion, she probably did.

            “How is it you came to be where you are, then?” he asked, forgetting himself again. Talking to her felt like talking to a friend, or at the very least a comrade he’d known much longer than one day. “I thought the Dominion—the empire—valued homogeneity. How is it that you’ve risen to where you are if you refuse to act like them?”

            “Because I’m good at what I do, and the Emperor has enough beasts to fight without creating new ones on this side,” she said. Hyun Jin felt like a bowstring released, her words triggering a vibrating resonance within him.

            That . . . sounded almost like a threat. It sounded almost like dissent. The empire was the way it was, and one either fell in line or was disappeared. Da’el spoke as though daring it to try.

            He must have been silent for too long, stared for too long, because she turned her attention away from him, back onto her food. If there was a double meaning there, his silence likely made it seem like he hadn’t caught it.

            Hyun Jin could feel the crossroads of this moment, the fork his life could take. He could ignore what she’d just said, or he could say something just as crazy, just as risky, something to show that whatever she’d meant, he was on her side, that his heart could hold the same insane dream she’d implied to be in hers.

            “Well, at any rate,” he said, willing his voice to sound light, normal, “what weapon would you recommend I learn to best dispatch opponents with wings?”

            Her eyes seemed to burn brighter as she looked at him again, and he knew she’d caught the meaning, that he’d heard and echoed her correctly. Not chimaera. Not beasts. No, only opponents with wings. It could be anyone.

            It could be his own father.

            “I think,” she said softly, “you’d be best suited choosing a heavier weapon, like an axe or a claymore. That way, you might clip their wings for good with a single stroke.”

Da’el had not said the words explicitly, but it was all Hyun Jin could think about while he tried to sleep that night. All his life, his two choices had been laid in front of him with no deviation. Die fighting the beasts, or be killed deserting the fight. There was no option in which he might get to live or die for anything other than war.

            Now here was a Dominion, silently proposing that he could turn his blade the other way, that he might choose to cut down those that foisted such an ugly, losing choice upon him. His crime was his bastard birth, and he’d never spent much time thinking about the unfairness of it, because what was there to be done about it, anyway? Nobody cared about the deaths of bastards.

            But maybe . . . maybe others could be persuaded to care about their lives.

Hyun Jin had never had a secret before. He was one of a legion, a weapon with singular purpose, always training or fighting or on the move. There was no life for him to live, no attachments for him to form, and no chances for him to accrue secrets. But as the days wore on, he found himself in possession of not one, but two.

            The first was his unspoken agreement to attempt a coup against the Emperor. Part of that involved feeling out his comrades, an attempt to determine who might be sympathetic to such a cause. Another part was Hyun Jin’s training with axes. He started out with a regular battleaxe, eventually expanding his horizons to the pole axe. Hyun Jin’s sword style had always relied more on speed than brute strength, and while his body had been honed muscle before, the frequent use of heavier weapons made his upper body a bit bulkier in a way he hadn’t thought to expect.

            In order to further his training as well as keep himself on track with his new cause, he spent as much extra time as he could reasonably steal with Da’el. He would show up early to training, or linger late after. Occasionally, he would even find excuses to step away and eat with her. He learned more than just weapons skills from her, and from therein came his second secret.

            Being one of the Misbegotten was a lonely lot. They had each other, of course, but since they had all been sired to be weapons and nothing more, they were not allowed to have homes or families of their own. Not to mention that, since every Misbegotten had the same father, it was impossible for any of them to form anything more than the bond of comrades who might die the next day.

            Simply put, Hyun Jin had never developed feelings for another person like what he’d developed for Da’el. They consumed nearly every waking moment and even some sleeping ones. All this was compounded by the fact that they truly got along, that the more time they spent together the more at ease they were. She spoke freely of things she’d seen and experienced in the heart of the empire, and he answered her with the grueling alternation of training and battle that had been his life up until now.

            Up until now. As though there was a neat demarcation to denote the time before Da’el had come into his life and the time after.

            It took him a sizeable chunk of time for him to realize that what he felt for her was not just camaraderie or companionship. It took him so long because he didn’t have anything to compare it to. Ever since he’d been taken from his mother and placed into military training as a boy, fighting alongside his half-siblings was all he’d known.

            Now here she was, someone who didn’t share his plight, and, much more importantly, didn’t share his blood. No, what he felt for her was beyond simple friendship. It was a stirring in his stomach when he saw her, and a tightening in his chest when he thought of her. It was the way she stuck in his unconscious mind, visiting him in his dreams.

            It was the feeling of finally having something to look forward to.

            This was so much more than an alliance, a plot, a burgeoning rebellion. This was everything Hyun Jin had never even thought to dream of.

The more time Da’el spent getting to know Hyun Jin, the more he started to seem like two people sharing one skin. Most of the time, he was the soldier she’d met on her first day amongst the Misbegotten, stoic and mostly silent, graceful and terrible to behold in battle. In training, he was a marvel, and in combat, he was a nightmare, especially with his newly acquired heavy weapons skills. She’d once witnessed him take a chimaera’s head off with the creature’s own battleaxe.

            But in the times between, when it was just the two of them? In the quiet moments when he lingered after a dismissal, or during the meals they sneaked away to eat together? That Hyun Jin was a completely different person.

            That Hyun Jin had eyes wide with wonderment, listening closely when she told him stories about the capital, or of the way she’d risen through ranks in the Dominion. That Hyun Jin bent his head close to hers, and had a bright smile and a warm laugh, and spoke with her like they were old friends. That Hyun Jin had a gentle voice and a gentler spirit, speaking animatedly about the bright spots in his life, his half-siblings in the Misbegotten whom he considered his closest friends and who made his life bearable.

            That Hyun Jin, whose eyes would glaze over when he recalled that not all of those half-siblings were still alive.

            That Hyun Jin, whom she wanted desperately to reach out and touch but wouldn’t dare to.

            Sometimes, when she left her thoughts unguarded, she looked at him and all she felt was pure, unfiltered want. All seraphim were born beautiful, but Hyun Jin was a cut above. Whether he chose to wear his features with warmth or severity, he was breathtaking.

            And that was just his face.

            Long-limbed and nimble, he was a flawless blending of grace and power that commanded her attention, especially now that he had taken on heavy weapons. His swords had kept him trim, yes, but thanks to the hefty battleaxe and the unwieldy pole axe, his arms, shoulders, and back showed his effort in their new solidity. There was not a feature of his that didn’t stand out, that didn’t feel perfectly tailored to attract her.

            She tried to put it out of her mind, and often failed.

            So when they found themselves talking long after the sun had fallen, the soft glow of their fiery wings illuminating their faces, their heads bent near so they could keep their voices down, she did her best not to notice the softness in his eyes, the endearment in his smile. If she listened to his tender voice for too long or gazed into his unguarded face too often, she might swear she saw the same ardor in him as lived in her, and that . . . that simply could not be.

            At least, it shouldn’t be. Of all the things that could complicate a budding rebellion.

            But then, a lull in conversation, and his expression changed, turning serious. She let her eyes wander away from him, paranoid that she might stare at him for too long, or even that she may have already.

            When he spoke again, though, her attention snapped back.

           “Why do the other Dominion call you ‘the witch’?” he asked, his voice somber but firm, as though the thought of the Dominion insulting her stirred something in him. His expression, the way his gaze seemed to look into her, implied the same.

            “It’s the eyes,” she said. He was already looking at her eyes, and his own narrowed a bit, trying to puzzle out the connection. “They look a lot like the eyes of the seraphim who live on the other side of the world. The Stelians. They say that every last one of them is able to do magic, the kind of magic that hasn’t been seen in the Empire for a thousand years.”

            “Can you?” he asked. She tossed him a questioning look, and he clarified, “Do magic, I mean.”

            This was a crossroads. She’d trusted Hyun Jin enough to recruit him to her cause, but this . . . Her deepest secret? Did she trust him that much?

            She wanted to. Oh, she wanted to.

            “Not as far as the Dominion know,” she said softly. His eyes widened slightly, immediately taking her meaning.

            “Then, you’re Stelian?” he asked next, his voice softer now, which had the side effect of making him lean closer to her. He was too close. He wasn’t close enough.

            “Officially? No. But I must have their blood in my ancestry somewhere . . . Though I couldn’t tell you how far back, or how it got there. I don’t really know anything. Only that I am what I am, and what I am is different.”

            His eyes flitted away for a moment, his lips briefly pressing together. She paid far too much attention to the motion, and was glad for his averted focus. He looked like he wanted very badly to say something, but was putting much of his self-control into holding it back. She knew the feeling. And she wanted to save him from it.

           “Can I burden you with one more secret?” she asked, her voice little more than a breath. In an instant, his eyes were back on hers, letting her take up the whole of his focus, his mental turmoil forgotten. It was that simple. Why did he let it be that simple?

            “No,” he answered, his voice as low as hers, a volume that made her cant her head just a little bit closer to his, “but you can gift me with one.”

            Hearing him like that, and hovering so close to him that they almost breathed the same air, the secret she meant to tell felt suddenly and utterly unimportant. She discarded it, at the very least to be told another day, and instead closed the space between them, and kissed him.

Whatever thoughts had remained in Hyun Jin’s head fell away when Da’el’s lips touched his. His hands rose of their own accord, wrapping around her upper arms and drawing her closer, needing her to know that this was all right, that he wanted this. He’d wanted it so badly, and felt delirious to get it, as though this were one of his dreams.

            She parted her lips just slightly and he mimicked her, letting her mesh their mouths more closely, giving him the slightest taste. He made a soft sound—of want, of gratitude—and her hand alighted against his neck while she tipped her head, claiming him more ardently.

            When she pulled away a few moments later, Hyun Jin’s breath was short in a way it shouldn’t have been given the brevity. He panted softly against her lips; her eyes watched him closely. They darted, distracted, when he swallowed, and he felt the beginnings of a flush in his entire body.

            “Can I add one more secret to the collection?” he murmured. She nodded. “I’ve never done that before.”

            “Did you like it?” she asked, barely a whisper, a question he wouldn’t have heard if he’d been any further away from her.

            “Yes,” he answered, perhaps too quickly. She’d hardly completed the question before he’d already answered it. That little smile of hers pulled at her lips, and he couldn’t take it; he put his mouth back on hers, shifting them closer, heat to heat, body to body. She was practically in his lap now, and she did nothing to get away from him. In fact, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her forearms brushing the upward curve of his wings, and he shivered.

            This was all uncharted territory for him. He wasn’t stupid, of course—he knew what it was that amorous adults did when they disappeared together—but he’d never had the opportunity to experience it himself. It wasn’t conscious thought that made him grip her hips and grind her down where he needed her most, but rather instinct, and the resulting shock of sensation made him break their kiss with a moan.

            For better or worse, that seemed to jolt Da’el to her senses. In hindsight, it was probably a good thing that one of them still had their wits, and it certainly wasn’t Hyun Jin.

            She swallowed hard, and seemed to be putting very much thought and effort into holding herself back from him. He didn’t try to pursue another kiss—he knew then with certainty that he could never bring himself to do something she didn’t want, in any context—and instead simply stared at her. She was so fucking beautiful, and even when she gently removed his hands from her hips, he didn’t feel rejected. Her gaze swept around them, and he gradually became aware again that they were outside, that anyone could happen upon them at any time.

            “We’ll figure something out,” she said as she shakily got to her feet, offering her hands to him to help him stand. “But we can’t do it here.”

            He nodded, hope blooming in his chest. It wasn’t a rejection. He wasn’t losing her. But it would look horrible should they be caught, and according to the Empire, she was worth a lot more than him. In being so careful, in planning ahead, she was effectively protecting him.

            He cast a quick glance around them to make sure the coast was still clear, then leaned in to kiss her one more time. She kissed him back without hesitation, but made sure to break it before they could get carried away again.

            “Goodnight, Hyun Jin,” she said softly, and they parted ways.

Over the next few weeks, they were almost found out multiple times, and every single time was Hyun Jin’s fault. Why? Because he couldn’t keep himself from kissing Da’el every time he thought the coast was clear.

            Being affectionate with someone was brand new to him, and awakened a host of emotions he’d never been meant to feel. Butterflies of nervous excitement whenever he knew he would see her, shocks of anticipation whenever he leaned in to kiss her, and finally, the warmth and tightening in his body whenever she kissed him back.

            She usually kissed him back, and any time she pushed him away, he knew it was for his protection. After all, of the two of them, he was the only one breaking any codes of conduct and therefore would be the only one punished. Whether she returned his kisses or shied away to shield him, the end result was the same: Hyun Jin could feel how deeply she cared for him, and he only wanted to be with her more.

            Things got a little easier when they were called into reserve and allowed to go back to the capital. This meant the Misbegotten barracks for Hyun Jin and Dominion officer’s quarters for Da’el. It wasn’t much more private than being in an encampment during active duty, but there were, at the very least, better places to hide.

            Tonight, for example, they’d stolen away amongst the racks of weaponry. Few people would be training at the midnight hour, and even fewer would be milling about the armaments. Da’el had glamoured both their sets of wings invisible, ensuring their glowing light wouldn’t give them away. Hyun Jin’s hands were tight on her waist, holding her against his body while his mouth worked with hers, their tongues teasing. Her arms were around his neck, and when he moaned into her mouth, she made a soft sound in return.

            His cock strained against his pants like it always seemed to when he was allowed to kiss her for more than a minute straight. She had to be aware of that, but she never seemed to acknowledge it directly.

            Until today.

            She slipped one of her hands between their bodies, rubbing at the imprint of his cock. He broke the kiss with a long groan, his eyes lidding halfway at the friction. He’d taken care of himself in the past, of course, but those jaunts were few and far between, given the way Misbegotten always bunked in groups. There were some people who were just fine relieving themselves where others could clearly see or hear, but Hyun Jin wasn’t the type.

            To put it simply, opportunities for masturbation were few for him, and that was accounting only for his own two hands. He’d never been touched by someone else before, and it was like lightning through his whole body.

            Da’el tucked her face into his neck, kissing the sensitive skin while she continued to palm his erection, drawing soft sounds of desperation from him.

            “Hyun Jin?” she breathed against his neck.

            “Yes?” he scraped out, prepared to do whatever she asked of him.

            “Do you want me to take care of this?” she asked, gently squeezing the shape of his cock. He trapped another broken sound behind his teeth.

            “Yes,” he said instantly, then thought to add, “please.”

            She took his hand then, and they both turned fully invisible. He told himself to remember to ask later how she did it, how her magic worked, but right then, his thoughts were preoccupied.

            He followed her to her lodging, unseen. Only once they were safely shut inside her quarters did she drop the glamour completely, their wings visible again, too. As a highly ranked officer, she didn’t have to share living space with others at all times the way Hyun Jin did, unless they were in the middle of a campaign.

            She turned to look at him again, her expression gentle and open despite the heat in her gaze. She looked almost as starved as he felt.

            “Have you ever been intimate with another person, Hyun Jin?” she asked him.

            He shook his head. “I haven’t.”

            She smiled then and squeezed his hand, motions meant to put him at ease. He appreciated it, but it wasn’t necessary; he already trusted her implicitly. After all, he’d never felt this way about anyone else; he only wanted her.

            “Then, would it be all right with you if we took things a little slowly?” she asked.

            “How slowly?” he asked almost suspiciously, and she chuckled. Clearly, his need was apparent.

            “Not that slowly,” she assured. Then she opened her mouth and lolled out her tongue. The implication was unmistakable. Hyun Jin’s eyes widened a little, his cock twitching insistently in his pants.

            “Yes,” he said. She put her tongue away, grinning now with mirth and mischief.

            “In that case, why don’t you take those off and have a seat on the bed?”

            He nodded, undoing first his boots, then his pants. She kicked off her boots, too, and let her hair free of its braid, shaking it out. He sat on her bed, as instructed, and she knelt between his thighs.

            A needy throb went down the length of his exposed cock, and her eyes watched it with singular attention. Finally, she dragged her gaze up to meet his again.

            “You’re sure?” she asked him, and her care struck him in the softest part of his heart. He brushed a stray wisp of hair back from her face and nodded.

            “I want it to be with you,” he said, convicted, like he’d laid his beating heart out in front of her. She smiled at him one more time, and he knew his heart could not have found safer hands to hold it.

            Then she touched him, and rational thoughts were pushed away to make room for the carnal. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his shaft, then put her tongue to his underside. Just the slight motion, warm and damp, was enough to make him tense. She drew her tongue all the way up his shaft, and he shuddered.

            “Good?” she asked.

            “Good,” he breathed.

            She went on licking him, coating him in saliva a little at a time, making him easier to work with. He couldn’t help fidgeting, but he did his best to hold still; he didn’t want her to think he was greedy, even if it was the truth.

            But when she took his cockhead into her mouth, he couldn’t help the shuddering groan that escaped him along with a shallow thrust to get more of himself in her mouth. Thanks to her prior work, it was a smooth glide with little resistance. She hummed around him, and the vibration was extra sensation. He made a throaty sound of pure want.

            She seemed to understand that, and started bobbing up and down his slick shaft, taking him a little more deeply with each repetition. He pushed her hair back from her face, coiling it in his fist to keep it out of the way. That only seemed to make her motions more rigorous until finally she was taking all of him into her mouth with every stroke, acquainting his tip with the back of her throat.

            Along with the glide of her lips and the suction of her mouth, her tongue was hard at work, most times dragging along the underside of his cock with each motion, but occasionally drawing along the sides of his shaft or even stroking over his tip. He did his best to keep his volume down, but it was just so much sensation that he had no prior frame of reference for.

            Then, as though that wasn’t enough, she pulled off his cock with a wet pop, seamlessly moving into jerking him off instead while she ducked her head to lick his balls. The bolt of pleasure was immediate, making him drop his head back and moan.

            “Still good?” she asked between motions, her voice huskier now, likely thanks to the abuse of her throat.

            “Still good,” he groaned, leaning his head to the side instead so he could continue looking at her. He could barely process it all. He realized she’d switched tactics so she could get her breath back, and once she had, she put his cock right back into her mouth, frazzling his brain yet again.

            He found himself unable to keep still, the coiling of pleasure so tight in his body that he couldn’t focus on anything besides his cock in her mouth and how badly he wanted to come, to come for her, to show her exactly how incredible she made him feel. He bucked his hips along with the motions of her head, forcing his cock as far into her mouth as it could possibly go. She gagged quietly but didn’t stop moving, her hands tight on his thighs.

            “I’m so close,” he whined, and she hummed in answer. One of her hands moved to cup his balls, massaging gently, and he was done for.

            With a loud, desperate groan and several shallow bucks of his hips, he came into her mouth. He made himself keep his eyes focused on her, watching her take it, feeling her tongue working along his length to ensure she got every drop out of him. When he’d finally emptied, panting little moans the entire time, she pulled off of him, taking the entirety of his mess with her, and held his eyes while she swallowed it down. Hyun Jin groaned again, letting his head fall back. His cock twitched despite being spent for the time being.

            “How do you feel?” she asked, getting up from her knees and joining him on the bed. He looked at her, dazed.

            “Like the luckiest man in the world,” he answered, a little bashful in his honesty. She smiled and leaned in to kiss him, and he faintly tasted himself on her mouth.

            When she pulled away, he met her eyes again, earnest and determined. “Now it’s your turn,” he said softly. She looked surprised, and Hyun Jin tried not to feel insulted. Did she really think he was so selfish as to leave her unsatisfied?

            “You don’t have to,” she said. “I’m happy as long as you’re happy.”

            “I’d be happier if you let me do this,” he insisted. “Teach me how you like to be touched.”

            He saw on her face then what she must have seen on his a minute ago, which was her brain momentarily refusing to work. She stared at him, then heaved a ragged sigh.

            “How am I supposed to say no to that?” she murmured, standing up and slowly stripping her clothes off, letting him get a good look while she did. Not to be outdone, Hyun Jin pulled his shirt off, too, leaving both of them naked.

            She climbed back onto the bed with him and reclined against the pillows, spreading herself open for him. Hyun Jin sighed deeply, almost unable to believe she was this wet because of him.

            “Give me your hand,” she said, and he obeyed.

If she’d thought Hyun Jin was beautiful while clothed, then he was a vision naked. His dark hair and dark eyes were perfect complements to his golden skin and firelight wings. He was the perfect combination of lean lines and hard-earned muscle, and his cock had almost been too much for her to comfortably fit in her mouth.

            Simply put, he was perfect.

           He gave her his hand, and she guided him to gently drag his fingers through her wetness, coating his fingers and her heat in the process. He had big, gorgeous hands; she’d imagined his fingers filling her on more than one occasion, and she could hardly believe she would actually get it.

            “Start easy on me,” she said softly, and he slipped one finger inside her, making her sigh. She kept her hand loosely on his wrist in case she needed to make adjustments, but so far he was doing fine. There was a difference between being inexperienced and being clueless, and Hyun Jin definitely wasn’t the latter. He pumped his finger in and out of her at a leisurely pace, splitting his attention between her face and her cunt.

            “Now curl it forward while you’re nice and deep,” she said, and when he complied, she shivered, an approving moan passing her lips. Of course he’d be able to easily reach her tenderest spot with fingers like his.

            He didn’t speed up, but kept targeting that same spot, causing a slow build inside her. Perhaps too slow.

            “I need to be fuller,” she said, and with a faint smile on his lips, he added a second finger. She groaned, letting her eyes fall shut for a moment. It was during that moment that she heard him shift, and then his mouth was on her breast. She gasped, eyes springing open to look down at him. His eyes were half shut while he sucked on her, sending bolts of pleasure through her body. All the while, his fingers kept moving, stroking her inner walls and probing that sensitive spot over and over.

            Once she was able to move through the haze of pleasure, she realized Hyun Jin was starting to get hard again. She bit her cheek, choosing not to say anything about it right away. No matter how tantalized she was by the prospect of his cock filling her up, she didn’t want to pressure him or ask for too much too soon.

            Besides, his fingers and mouth were plenty.

            “Hyun Jin,” she gasped, writhing when he moved away from her breast only to take the other in his mouth. “Faster.”

            He complied, ramping up the pace gradually until he was fucking her hard with his fingers, hammering that one spot repeatedly while she moaned her pleasure, unable to keep quiet. He refused to pull his mouth away from her breast, his tongue running over her nipple again and again. One of her hands viced tight around the bicep of his working arm, dizzied even by this minor display of his strength, while her other splayed across his broad back between his wings, fighting not to dig her nails into him too hard.

            “Don’t stop,” she gasped, the build so intense she could feel her nearing end. It hit her hard, accompanied by a sharp cry and the arching of her body under his, open-mouthed gasps and moans following after. He did exactly as she said and refused to relent in his pace, though he did pull away from her breast just to watch her while she fell apart. Through bleary eyes she watched his face, his expression a perfect cross between blissful eagerness and darkened need. He was proud of what he’d done, but it wasn’t enough.

            Thanks to the brutal pace she’d made him set, she came twice in a row on his hand, the second accompanied by an extra gush from her cunt, making a worse mess of both the bed and his hand. He made a sound that was part appreciative hum and part needy moan. Then, despite her lack of command, he removed his fingers from inside her and brought them immediately to his mouth.

            She whined while she watched his tongue work, and much like she had, he held her eyes the whole time.

            “I hope I tasted that good,” he murmured once his hand was mostly clean. She groaned, closing her eyes and nodding. She was still working on catching her breath when she heard him moving again, felt the bed shift with his weight. Her body jolted violently when she felt the long lap of his tongue up her dripping center.

           “Fuck, Hyun Jin,” she hissed, looking down at him to find him already looking up at her. He went right on licking her, his eyes lidding with pleasure.

            “It tastes good,” he murmured, as though his actions left any question as to his thoughts on the matter.

            “I’m happy you like it,” she said breathlessly.

            After a couple of minutes, he pulled away, wiping his mouth and chin on the back of his forearm. She bit her lip as he sat up and she realized he was fully hard again.

            “It was my intention to clean you up,” he mused, “but I think I made it worse.”

            “I don’t know how to tell you this, but most people are going to stay wet if the man they’re infatuated with insists on putting his tongue to their cunt,” she teased. At least, she meant for it to be teasing, but the effect was wholly lost on him thanks to her word choice.

            “I don’t want you infatuated with me,” he said, frowning slightly. “That implies the feelings are going to end.”

            His words struck her directly in the heart, and she sat up, rising onto her knees in front of him so she could take his face in her hands. He looked at her pensively, like he feared she might break his heart.

            “That was the wrong word to use, you’re right,” she said, feeling it prudent to start there and alleviate the worry she’d caused him as quickly as possible. “I feel much more than infatuation for you. I feel wholly connected to you in a way I’ve not felt with companions in my past. You’re the man I want at my side as we remake the world, the man I want to spend my life with.”

            His eyes were widened now, taking her in as though determining whether she could be lying to him.

            “I want you with me, Hyun Jin, whether we escort peace into the world or die trying. You make me feel more alive than anything else has in years,” she said, drawing her hands gently down his neck to rest on his sturdy shoulders.

            A smile pulled at his lips, and he asked, “More alive than magic makes you feel?”

            “I think love is its own kind of magic,” she answered honestly, watching the way his eyes widened again when she used the word love. “I think we are our own kind of magic.”

            He wrapped his arms around her middle, pressing close and kissing her, deeply, eagerly, over and over. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She was wholly prepared to lose herself in kissing him, but as he tugged her body close, flush with his, she had to contend with his erection sliding between her thighs, rubbing against her already hypersensitive folds.

            She whimpered against his mouth, and something in him snapped.

It was everything he’d ever wanted to hear, every feeling he’d ever wanted reciprocated. To know that he’d finally found his person, that she wanted to be by his side as badly as he wanted to be by hers. He couldn’t help himself after that; overwhelmed with emotion, he’d needed to kiss her again, to attempt to express it to her.

            Then she made that sound, and he went half-feral as he remembered what they’d been doing before they’d paused to talk, that his cock was still aching with the need to be inside her. Her mouth had been its own kind of ecstasy, but he needed more.

            Swiftly, easily, he pushed her down onto the bed. She didn’t fight him; Hyun Jin knew she could have if she’d wanted to, and the small rational part of his brain still operating understood this as permission. He went down with her, his body stretched over hers, the head of his cock dragging along her lower abdomen, the contact making him hiss.

            She stared up at him, chest heaving. His right hand was clamped around her left arm, pinning it down, his left planted in the bed to keep his full weight off her. He lowered himself closer, grinding his cock between her abdomen and his. Moaning desperately, he let go of her arm, dropping his forehead to her shoulder while he rutted against her stomach. The friction felt good, but it wasn’t what he needed.

            “Tell me what you want, Hyun Jin,” she said, her voice so soft and close to his ear that he shuddered.

            “I want to be inside you,” he groaned.

            He expected her to say yes, to give him verbal permission. Instead, she used her impeccable command of her body and knowledge of his to shift under him just enough that when he moved again, it was to enter her.

            He made a choked sound, his mind going utterly blank for an instant. She felt so good, hot and snug and so fucking wet. He straightened up, gripping her hips as he desperately thrust in and out of her, watching his cock pounding into her repeatedly. She was making those little sounds again, whimpers and whines, her nails digging into his thighs as though she was afraid of him backing away, of him refusing to fuck her.

            He couldn’t fathom the idea of either, not until they were both completely spent.

            When he’d gotten his fill of watching himself sink into her, he became possessed by the need to go deeper. He’d seen her fight both in practice and for real, and knew there were few positions her body, strong and flexible, couldn’t withstand. He clamped his hand to her thigh, just under her knee, and pushed her leg back until her knee touched the bed. Then he leaned over her, hips snapping down into her with a nearly primal frenzy, the change in angle giving him exactly what he wanted, letting him embed himself deep inside her, splitting her open with every stroke.

            He knew he was doing a good job because her sounds changed, going from soft whimpers to louder whines, breathless in their frequency.

            Then she licked his neck, and his whole body seized, throwing off his pace. She gripped the back of his neck, keeping his body down and close to hers while she kissed the column of his throat, then nipped at his tender skin. He shuddered, his body threatening to arch, failing only due to her grip on his neck.

            “I can’t focus when you do that,” he whined, his rhythm gone entirely.

            “Then let me,” she purred, and he shivered from her voice alone. His cock twitched inside her, and her walls clenched around him in response, making him groan. He nodded, and she let go of his neck, allowing him to straighten up and pull out. Before he could complain about the lost sensation, she put him on his back and, without even using her hands, slipped his cock back inside her. He made a strangled sound as he bottomed out inside her, his eyes rolling back for a moment.

            “How the fuck do you do that?” he gasped. She laughed, riding him hard, driving the thoughts out of his head to the point where he barely remembered he’d asked a question, rhetorical or otherwise.

            “Fuck, Hyun Jin,” she moaned. “I had no idea you’d fill me so well.”

            “Yeah? You like it too much?” he said, goading. He wasn’t going to last long if she kept fucking back on him like that, and he wanted nothing more than her voice talking him through his orgasm.

            “I should have guessed when my jaw got sore earlier,” she said, pretending like she was complaining. “You’re lucky it all fits.”

            “Not lucky,” he shot back. “I think you were meant to take it.”

            She moaned, her face flushed from her efforts. “You’re right,” she whined. “I was meant to take your cock, and take it all.”

            “Fuck,” Hyun Jin hissed, gripping her hips hard and bucking up into her. She made a sound that was almost a shriek, her nails digging into his chest. He’d felt her come on his fingers earlier, and he was suddenly desperate to feel it on his cock before he fell apart.

            “Please, love,” he moaned, keeping up the brutal pace himself now, “I need to feel it.”

            In the end, he didn’t give her a choice. He’d paid astute attention when she’d directed him earlier, and he knew the best angle to get her to come. With a broken cry, she nearly collapsed on top of him, shuddering while her cunt fluttered around his cock. He let up a little then, giving her a chance to ride out her newest high and get her bearings back.

            He didn’t want to break her. After all, they weren’t finished yet.

            She pushed her hair back out of her face, her bare chest heaving. Hyun Jin swept his gaze over the whole of her, body battered from multiple orgasms, his cock still sunk deep inside her. A pulse went down his length and she shivered, whimpered.

            “Think you can take more?” he asked, needing to be sure.

           She nodded. “Of course,” she said. “I said I could take all of you. That means your size, your stamina, and your semen.”

            He groaned aloud, his cock pulsing again at her vulgar word choice. “How do you want it?” he ground out.

            Gingerly, she lifted off him, leaving his cock soaked in her wake. Then she laid down again, her touch ghosting against his hip, coaxing him.

            “I want to see you,” she said as he climbed over her again. “I want to be under you, surrounded by you. I want your body, hot and slick, all over mine. One last push, until you finally fill me the way you’re supposed to.”

            He moaned, lining himself up and pressing into her slowly this time, watching her squirm as she took every inch.

            “Think you can do that for me?” she breathed. He nodded, sweat dripping off his chin and onto her chest. She chuckled. “Off to a good start.”

            She smoothed her hands up his back, and it was all the urging he needed to move. He fell into his rhythm quickly, understanding better now the way their bodies fit together. She held her thighs wide open for him, and he leaned over her, chest to chest while he snapped his hips into her, chasing his high. Her moans were right next to his ear, spurring his need. She drew her nails down his back and he moaned, too.

            “I need it, Hyun Jin,” she whimpered. “I need you to fill me. I need you to do this for me.”

            “I want to,” he whined, every muscle in his body wound tight from his efforts. Her hands ran along his thighs, his sides, his shoulders, and her touch was like fire. Every contact point between their bodies was slick with sweat, and despite how many times she’d already come for him, there was no shortage of slickness between her thighs, still just as aroused now as she had been at the start.

            Her mouth was on his neck again, kissing and nipping while he moved. He groaned.

            “Mark me,” he said, impulsive with need.

            “Someone could see,” she protested, and he shook his head, his damp bangs falling into his eyes.

            “I don’t care,” he said. “I need you to mark me, please.”

            He didn’t care what excuses he’d have to make up, what he’d have to do to cover it. He needed lingering physical evidence that he was hers, needed something to remind him this hadn’t been a dream. He had no idea when they’d get to do this again, and that scared him most of all.

            Her lips closed against his neck, sucking the sensitive skin, making him groan, a shudder going down his spine.

            “Oh— Fuck—”

            It was as she marked him that he came apart, moaning incessantly, over and over, spurring needy little bucks of his hips before he finally pressed as close as he could and stopped moving, letting each pump of his cum empty itself deep inside her. Despite using her mouth earlier, his orgasm wasn’t any less intense this time; he didn’t come any less hard. Her lips left his neck, tingles still shooting through his body while he panted, his high tapering.

            He propped himself onto his elbows just enough so he could see her face, but he refused to remove himself from her, refused to pull out. Her hands rubbed his lower back, apparently in no hurry for him to move, either.

            “You’re sure that was your first time?” she teased. He laughed, leaning down to kiss her.

            “I’m a quick study when it counts,” he said. But then he sobered a little, watching her face, her eyes, the care and concern in her open face.

            “What is it?” she asked softly, brushing his sweaty bangs back from his face.

            “This won’t be the only time, will it . . . ?” he asked. They’d gotten lucky this time, that no one had caught them at the practice pitch or in the halls. Hell, they hadn’t exactly been quiet. He was praying at this point that nobody quartered near her knew him well enough to recognize his voice.

            “Of course not,” she said immediately. “Even if I have to glamour us both and fly far away from here, we will do this again.” She paused, smiling, and gently touched his neck. “You’re mine now, remember? You’re not getting away that easily.”

            His chest tightened at the word mine. Godstars, he’d always wanted to belong. He burrowed close to her, burying his face in her neck.

            “I’m yours,” he confirmed, truly content as her arms folded around him. “It’s the only thing I want to be.”

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ariadne's thread ⎯ pt. 1: a deal, a deal, a deal!!

pairing(s): hyunjin x fem!reader series summary: when tempted by an intoxicating offer by hyunjin the goblin king of the underground, you fight against him to find your own sense of self once more while in his labyrinth. glimpse: she said the words - "i wish . . . i wish the goblin king would save me." what is said has been said. nothing can take back a wish except for even more powerful magic - a fae deal. warnings/tags: inspired by the 1986' movie Labyrinth, follows majority of the movie's plot points with lore divergence, 3rd person POV, use of Y/N, pg-13 themes with no explicit smut, world building!!, strong language, suggestive language, faerie lore!!, tension, enemies to lovers, unequal power dynamics, manipulation, faerie glamour, implied kidnapping, blonde, long hair hyunjin being a beautiful faerie king. word count: 4.7k series masterlist

Y/N was floating through life with no goal in sight. Except to wander home to her small childhood bedroom after college courses and her job at the local supermarket to read her books. Vanilla-scented and yellow-tinted pages felt like heaven under her fingertips as she fell into her books’ world day after day.

Pages of books kept her company for many years – as the world spun past. Fantasy worlds that were pretty and dangerous and wild and dreamy. Worlds where the heroine wins and the damsel finds her true love. Admittedly, she wished for it. Wished for something far away – someone to twirl her into their arms and keep her safe and sound. Fantastical but safe. A place to be herself while someone loved her. Instead of facing the world, invisible as she greets the next customer and walks the halls of a university as another face of the hundred-person class and returns home as the adult daughter locked up in her bedroom.

Never did she imagine it’d happen – late at night, on a rain-soaked Sunday. Her family was away from home, and Y/N left alone in the darkness of her childhood home. It hadn’t bothered her. Not as long as she had her books.

There was a clatter of rain against the doors of her balcony. Her eyes flashed away from her book to look over at them. A rickety branch scratched at a door like an old witch’s finger prodding at the glass, casting an eerie shadow onto her carpeted floor. It was frightening in the orange-yellow light of the slowly-dying incandescent fluorescent lights of her childhood room. The ancient lights aching to be replaced painted the room in a sunset nostalgia most days, but, tonight, it was painted her bedroom in a grimy film of age. Everything felt eerie and old and off.

The wallpaper, a fading pink and white with soft bears painted by the baseboards, rotted into a yellow tinged thing. Her bed was a hand-me-down full bed of fluffy duvets and old laced comforters with her bed posts holding a long sagging canopy of white tulle she insisted upon a tween.  She had always favored the fantastical and soft and, despite aging, she had to admit she forgot how long ago it had been when she had chosen the sets of softened bedding and moth-eaten tulle.

Her knick-knacks were of the same theme, gentle and girly of old childhood memories she couldn’t bear to toss aside even in her young adult age. Beloved stuffed animals (some that were soft to the touch while others had hardened scratchy fur from sitting collecting dust on long forgotten shelves), sparkling shimmering water globes (of places she had never been), paint-chipped jewelry boxes on a creaking overfull vanity (the wooden boxes were full of costume bracelets, rings, and necklaces of theatre days long passed), crafts and hobbies piled in a plastic bin in the corner (from bracelet making tools to dried-out paints and moth-eaten yarn balls), and old piles of high school notebooks peaking out from underneath her bed skirt (something she kept in the phantom fear that she may need them for college courses.) College courses that she felt empty when attending. Everything felt fleeting yet not. It felt stupid and overwhelming and – she wished things could be easier.

Easier like diving into her books. With her favorite book in her grasp, the yellow old book crinkling in her hands, she sighed as she whispered to it.

“If I could be any place but here…” she hummed. “I don’t want to work tomorrow – especially with the rain.” A deep sigh escaped her. “I wish…”

There was a pause in her words as she settled back into comfortable pillows. The rustling of her sheets disguising a murmured ‘she’s going to say the words’ from under her bed, from her closet.

“I wish the Goblin King would save me – steal me away to be his and only his.”

It wasn’t said in agony to a lucky penny or in plea besides a wishing well. She had simply laughed a little laugh as she curled up in her bed, hugging the book closer to her face as she read on. It was almost her favorite part – the royal ball!

Now, wishes don’t care for rhyme or even sincerity. (Both were lacking from her plea.) However, it was the perfect time for a wish to be granted - the words have been spoken at the stroke of midnight on the highest of full moons on the first day of spring.

There is a shatter somewhere; the branches of the tree outside her window scraaattcching the glass with a shriek. The wind made the house tremble and rumble as energy flooded the air, tangible enough it made her eyes look up, before with a snap - the lights switch off.

A crash of lightning and a roar of thunder clashed louder than ever. There was no settling silence of electronics and fridges and fans. No, the world growled as the storm grew. Until in a whirl of sparkling shimmer star dust and a burst of cold storm air, the balcony doors flung open to reveal a man. No, not an ordinary man. He was far too ethereal to be a normal man. (The idea of it being a robber didn’t even flicker through her mind. Though, the possibility of this being a dream did.)

The soft chimes of bell rang in her ears as he took a step into the room. He was near glowing like an angel, haloed by some shimmering light. Blonde hair that tickled the back of his neck in long strands fluttered in the storm wind. Dark thick brows pursed, partially hidden by strands of his golden hair that framed his angular face, and striking blue eyes lazily stared at her from within the dark shadows of his brow. Poutful raspberry-kissed lips that smirked at her. Gilded chains hung around his lean neck, displaying his collarbones with a sharpness. Elaborate piercings decorated both of his curved elf-like ears; all gold chained, red jeweled, and shimmering from the distant amber streetlight.

He wore fine tailored dark clothes as if he were part of the night storm himself; leathered pants that gleamed in the light, a lacy sort of shirt that curved tightly over rounded muscles and sinewy tendons and shadowed by a heavy cloak made of oil-slick dark feathers. Darker than night and covered in that sparkly dust that had brought him into her bedroom. His hands were adorned in many rings and one hand that had twists of dark silver that formed a sort of claw, covering his knuckles and fingertips like a gauntlet. He had tawny-tan skin that glowed from the nearby streetlights, with an unnatural. . . gloss of sparkle. As if his skin was made of crushed starlight.

Beautiful. . . tempting. . . frighteningly ethereal.

He stole her breath away and he knew it as he stared at her. The look in his eyes… it was like nothing  she’d ever seen in someone’s gaze towards her before. Dark and broody and yet something sharply cutting in his eyes. It wasn’t adoration. It wasn’t jealous or anger or frustration. Magnetic. Possession, yearning, power. He was powerful. He demanded attention, no – he demanded her attention. His head tilted as he looked on at her. Her gaze trickled down the fine tendons of his neck to realize he hadn’t taken a breath since entering – his chest did not rise or fall as he stared on at her with dark storm eyes. Her legs curled closer to her chest as the old book tumbled from her grasp, falling to the floor. Forgotten.

He didn’t move and, for a moment, she didn’t either. Her heart rushed in her head like the ocean; the rhythm a calling drum to his ears. She took a shuddering breath as she spoke.

“You’re him . . . aren’t you?” Y/N breathed. Realizing, he felt familiar. Not in the sense that she had seen him before– she’d remember someone so handsome. But rather it was like déjà vu. A familiarity with someone you’ve never seen before. But she had read of him over and over and over. He wasn’t what she pictured but maybe it was because she couldn’t imagine someone so hauntingly striking. She scrambled from her bed, almost tripping over the plentiful blankets and comforters.

“You’re the Goblin King.” she clarified.

That was the only explanation. He wore no crown, but she realized he didn’t need it. The power that radiated from him felt tangible like static before a lightning strike. She had read about him in her storybooks for years – folklore of faerie and the Underground something that had always intrigued her but. . . she had never thought it real. Not in reality. It was just a fantasy. A dream that she had wished upon many times before.

He didn’t smile at her, but his petaled lips twitched. His lips were so beautiful and soft looking (she wanted to kiss them, dedicate herself to making the soft flesh swollen and red from nips and kisses. She needed to. She had to.) The thought made her eyes widen in surprise at herself. Swallowing, she blinked glancing away from him.

He smiled then, the curve of his lips forming a sneer of sorts as he watched her with his engulfing eyes.

“Why are you here?” she queried out, hand reaching for the bedpost of her bed for support as she raised her gaze again.

Red-cheeked, she tried to maintain his hypnotic gaze. Was this a dream? She saw a man appear out of nowhere, so, maybe it was. She had been reading more romance books recently. . .

“Think closely, Y/N,” the fae finally spoke, voice low.

It felt like it shook her bones despite its strange gentility compared to the storm that still roared behind him.

Think closely. . .

She had been reading his book but… she had…

“I wished for you,” Y/N queried.

It wasn’t quite a question but it felt… not enough. How could a simple wish of him come true? If that was the case, wouldn’t fae be stealing women and men left and right? She had said those words before over the years (especially as a child)… so why now??

“I’ve come for you; to save you, dear thing,” he agreed.

“It was – I’m sor- I didn’t think you were real,” Y/N babbled, brows pursed almost painfully so.

“I am, just for you,” he replied as his hand rose to flick with grandiose. The balcony doors tumbled shut with a slam.

Silence. Darkness.. Just him and her…

“I don’t mean to be rude but—I can’t really, uh, go with you?” she said, still wrapped around her bed post.

His brows crinkled into a furrow beautifully like a Greek statue. Brows of agony and despair, beautiful despite its emotion. But just like a marble statue, his darkened blue eyes were inhuman. Like obsidian glass or a creature’s eyes, reflective and eerie. Angered. Betrayed even. Before they rose to meet yours once more. And like a façade, his eyes gleamed with light, sparkling and enchanting sea blue rather than the crashing waves before.

“I’ve brought you a gift,” he tempted instead, stepping closer into the room. Closer to her.  

His smile was one of sweet temptation, almost candy-sweet with his soft lips and pearly teeth, as he prowled closer. A part of her wished that if fae stories were true that other tall tales – such as the vampiric tale of the supernatural being unable to enter one’s home without permission – were true too. A chill climbed up her back as he inched closer to her.

(Little did Y/N know that she had given him permission. Not, just now with her conversation, her wish, but when she read her little Labyrinth book ‘til it was worn soft and yellowed from the oils of her fingertips. Devotion and curiosity were all the fae needed to make a link.)

He lifted something up between them – something that he hadn’t had in his hands before. An orb of some sort. Crystalline and faintly glowing in the moonlight that poured into the room. The metallic-claws that decorated his fingers in rows of rings didn’t graze the thing nor did they reflect in the perfectly clear orb. The man’s hand wasn’t visible through it either– like he was a ghost or a vampire in a mirror. A perfect bubble of gleaming light, crystalline and shining with chromatic aberrations. Her ears rung as she looked at it.

“What is that?” she queried carefully, stepping away from the safety of the bedpost to get a closer look.

“It’s a crystal – nothing more,” his voice was low as thunder, rumbling and grumbling like a tiger’s purr as she watched him.

With grace, the orb danced upon his hand, rolling this way and that with the fae never dropping the thing. It didn’t even look difficult for him. Y/N kept her gaze on the crystal for a moment, getting dizzy as he continued to shift it over his hand like it was a boat fighting the tides.

“But –” he tossed the crystal up.

Y/N followed the orb’s trajectory only to be spooked when there was a presence behind her rather than in front of her. The King – through some sort of magic – was beside her, a hand outstretched to catch the orb right beside her face. Y/N startled jumping away a bit, into his chest. She felt caged in by him. His proximity was frightening tempting.

When she breathed in, his smell engulfed her; there was something ancient in his scent. Not like old perfume but something like earthly old. He smelled of fire-smoke, damp moss after a rainshower, something deeper like rosemary or thyme, and something sweet like. . . honey? She wanted to lean back into it, rub her face into his neck like a cat would preen against their owner. She wanted to decipher each scent, find its earthly copy and make a cologne just so she’d never leave its whirlwind of comfort.

Instead, she froze against his cold form.

She knew the Goblin King in her books was tricky - fae often were. There were a handful of types – from those who stole away women from their husbands, to those who caused mischief, and to those who would serve but at a price. It was easy enough to read, not easy to live. She couldn’t tell why she felt this way – sure, he was handsome but… she had control. She wasn’t some teenager. The fact she kept falling into these daydreams of him, him, him, him, him, him, him, him, him, him – it scared her. Not knowing where the faerie traps were and how to evade them was scary for her.

The Goblin King smiled; cold snow-sky eyes met crinkled before he raised the crystal up to her eye level.

“But, if you turn it this way,” his hand tilted the orb, as did her head as if she were a puppet on a string, “look into it; it will show you your dreams.”

There was a beat as a hand rose to rest on her hip, cold as ice through her white long-sleeved shirt.

“I’ve seen them.” He whispered tauntingly.

Y/N did not look into the orb. Her eyes remained locked on his. His cruel eyes. How could he have such a sweet smile, and yet the deep blue sea of his eyes felt bottomless, cold and dark?

“But this is not a gift for an ordinary girl.” He chided, tilting his head to lean closer to her. “Who works a job at the store and lives trapped in her childhood home.”

It was cruel – a cruel reminder of the words that those around her all say. How she is stuck in time, stuck in her hometown, stuck, stuck, stuck. Ordinary girl, ordinary town, ordinary job. Nothing like the faerie in front of her.

There was a snicker in her room, and her head whipped around to look about the dark space. It was empty.

He yanked his hand away from her, drawing her attention to him once more. Her eyes steeled at his words, and the king’s smirk grew. He hummed a melody, familiar and distant. It was almost a pleased tone before he stepped in front of her once more. He was taller than her – especially when she saw he wore heeled boots.

“Do you want it?” he offered, the orb held out once more.

The words were said almost kindly. Knowing if she took it, it’d be taking an apple from a serpent.

“It’s tempting. . . but what is the catch?” she finally said, swallowing as she looked at the crystal once more.

His smile was sharp then, and she saw fangs then.

“Your loyalty, your belief, you.” He listed. “You. Everything from you. Your mortality will be mine and you’ll never see this place again, these people again, this dwelling again.”

There was a tenderness to his face as he continued. “I’ll save you, sweet thing. You can live in your dreams with me – beyond this realm.”

“No.”

It was an easy answer. No. She would not devote herself to someone so wholly. A fae of a man especially. Y/N read all the fairy tales out there – all the romance novels and stories of love, deceit, devotion, and betrayal. This would take and take and take. She could see her future – a shell of herself. Hell, she had seen it in the moments of delusion tonight where she wanted nothing but him.

“Don’t defy me.” he warned, so gently. Almost helpfully.  

Defy. This was not being saved. This was no prince riding on a stallion and climbing to her balcony to steal her away. No. . . no, this man was no savior. She had read the fairytale he was from – read it from cover to cover more than she could count. The Goblin King – cruel as he is merciful - will grant your wish for a price.

“I do not want to be saved then. I take back my wish.”

“What is said has been said,” he stated with a chuckle.

He was laughing at her. In fact, she heard a chitter in her room like a guffaw behind her bed skirt. Her head whipped around to look.

The corner of her duvet swayed in the wind. Nothing was out of the ordinary again.

“I don’t care – I say no.” she claimed, glancing back him.

“The words have been spoken,” he claimed again as he bent down to whisper to her.

“You’re no match for me, Y/N. I will treat you well, little thing.”

Thing. It ached of ownership. Of possession rather than protection or freedom.

“I don’t want to be your thing.”

“You should’ve thought of that before making such a wish. What do I gain in saving you otherwise, hm?” he retorted, as if explaining something to a child. “I want you – or another human for my trouble.”

No way! She’d never sacrifice someone for a wish! Her eyes widened at the very thought before her brows furrowed. What could she do? What could she do?

“What if we made a deal?” She fought back.

Her question made a crack of thunder rumble the house like an electric field. It buzzed and hummed… or maybe it wasn’t thunder at all, but voices. She heard them then. Chittering and chattering. Low hums of interest and the haunting chants of “a deal, a deal, a deal!!” Little voices, squeaky and animalistic chant in excitement. It was then she finally saw a goblin’s head from within her closet. One and then another and another. Too many as if her room was nothing but a zoo to the creatures. A crowded room of voyeurs, an unknown audience to her and the King’s dispute.

Long limbed apparitions clung to her white and pink walls with spindly hands. A monstrous thing under her bed with glowing eyes heaved a rumble, the bed skirt fluttering. A winged creature on her tulled canopy swayed with the buzzing excitement of a cicada. Little things peering out at her with wings and horns and fangs and yellowed eyes and radioactive red pupils.  

It was a thing out of nightmares. She yelped a bit, eyes widening in fear.

There was a tsk from the King, and the creatures disappeared into their hiding spots in a rush and a huff. Like they were playing hide and seek. Her room looked normal again but she could feel their pupils trained on her back now. Her gaze settled back onto the Goblin King. Annoyance lingered on the corner of his mouth, the pouty thing twitching faintly before he asked: “You’d like to make a deal instead of seeing your dreams come true?”

A faerie deal never meant anything good. But neither was losing herself for a man, no, a creature of another world with far too many secrets as shown by the creatures prowling under her bed and in her wardrobe.

She nodded slowly. “Yes. Any way to have this wish be forgotten.”

The King sneered. The flash of emotion so quick she almost didn’t spot it.

He was insulted by this human. How dare she be so outlandish… special but if she so wished to be rebellious. He’d give her a challenge fit for such insult.

“A faerie deal is serious matter, Y/N.” He warned before, with an air of nonchalance, he moved aside.

Circling her once more like she was nothing but a soon-to-be carcass and him a vulture bird.

“The terms shall be this. If you can defeat my labyrinth and reach my true throne in the castle beyond the Goblin City within 13 hours, you will no longer be mine; my claim will be relinquished. Your will shall be your own once more. You will be a human.”

He said the final words like they were sickly – he couldn’t imagine wanting a human life when high fae have everything. (But she wouldn’t be a high fae, would she? No, a human became a changeling if caught or stolen away. And that was different.)

 Y/N had no choice but to agree. She had read faerie tales. Humans and faeries didn’t mix – they weren’t meant to. If she followed her wish, if she went with him, she really feared what would become of herself. The idea of forever as someone’s is only good when there is trust. And she couldn’t trust him. A stranger, a king of magnetic power, a faerie. Someone who wished to own her for his own gain. Not out of affection or respect.

“And if you do not succeed,” he continued on with a laugh at the tips of his words. (The goblins echoed him with chortles that crawled up her spine.) “You are mine – as promised by the power of the Wish. All of you. Soul, mind, and form.”

He was behind her again, his words soft in her hair as he brushed it aside observingly. His fingers chilled her throat; his touch felt icy cold.

“Do you agree, Y/N? If you break this contract by your own will or demise,” It was formally said as he placed his hands on her shoulders. Caging her in his arms as she heard the hum of anticipation from the ghouls and goblins in her room. “You shall be mine.”

She didn’t hesitate even as her form shuddered. “I agree.” Y/N said.

There was a change in the wind outside; a flash of lightning blinded her as a deal was struck.

“Pity,” he murmured, low in his throat as he let go of her.

As he passed her, she saw the world in front of her melt away in a wash of watercolor blurs. No longer was she in her childhood bedroom with the comfort of her novels and objects. No, now it was a desert. An orange-purple atmosphere like a distant fire roared over the sea of sand. Rolling sand dunes tumbled towards a grand darkened maze. The Labyrinth. A twisting series of winding paths that seemed endless, all leading to a far-in-the-distance castle. It looked impossible. Dead-ends galore and sections that seemed to be completely unrelated to one another. 13 hours. How was she to get through this in less than a day! A clash of despair rattled her bones – especially when a damp chill danced over her skin. A suffocating heaviness was in the air, as well as the realization, she was underground. Dust and dirt and old air from centuries past lingered.

Looking up, there was no sky, no stars, nor moon above but a darkened cave ceiling full of stalactites and in some cases large sky lights – or cracks in the ground. These cracks let spots of sunlight in, shining over the desert sea in pools of light. Where there was no sunshine pouring down on the maze, there was a haunting golden glow from roaring fire pits high above the maze in watch-out points and floating candles she noted. Squinting her eyes, she could make out thousands of candles decorating the rocky labyrinth. It made everything look orange-red hazy. Shadows cast into the maze making it look even more confusing.

In each of these sunspots away from the Labyrinth, there were different things flourishing outside the maze she noticed– some sunspots were home to a jungle of vegetation; others were conveniently where rain-water ponds appeared; most had small huts and communities.  

She and the Goblin King were in one of those sky lights’ brightness now, sunshine cascading over the pair of them. Half dead foliage and trees curled up from the barren sand, with long tendrils of rotting vines and branches twisting out. The bark and rockwork, despite its dead nature had the same type of glimmer to them as the fae man. It sparkled in the sunlight like someone dropped glitter on it. Magic thrived here – even in the dead and inanimate.

The King looked out of place in such a desolate land – his desolate land. Something beautiful around such emptiness and darkness. His form seemed to glow in the natural light, especially when shadowed by such darkness in the Underground, but Y/N’s gaze focused on the daunting path ahead instead of his angelic beauty.

How could he be so beautiful? It was unnatural.

Her eyes tried to map out a path, only to find no true path to the distant grand castle. The world seemed to curve and prevent her from following a straight line to the grand dark castle. It seemed hopeless. Surely there was a way to plot a way onwards, but the Labyrinth didn’t deal in kindnesses it seemed.

“Turn back,” his voice startled her as he encouraged from her side. “While you still can, my dear Runner.”

Biting her lip, she swallowed as she looked between him and his castle.

“It doesn’t look that far,” she commented, her back turning to him.

(Bravado.)

The King lurched forward, his own back bending to be beside her ear once more.

“It’s further than you think,” he taunted, almost sing-song in tune. “And time is short.”

With a flick of his hand, a grand clock appeared floating in mid-air. She startled, jolting back. Her back settling into his broad chest. His smirk was in her hair as a metal claw-tipped hand steadied her.

The clock – the grand clock of the Underground - was haunting as it was magical. It was a golden shade of wood and its clockface made of intricately ornate stained glass. Its numbers were curled and elegant, counting from 1 to 13. As of now, it was at the top of the 13th hour.

“13 hours, as promised,” he cooed. “13 hours and, then, you are mine, dear Y/N.”

And in an icy rush of wind and soft chimes in the air, her hair was pushed forward, blowing into her eyes, and his form, once lurking over her shoulder, was gone.

“Such a pity I must wait for you,” his voice hummed in the cold.

Then, Y/N, the Labyrinth Runner, was alone in a different realm she heard of in storybooks, but, unlike her many books, she didn’t know how the story would end.

#hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #jisung x reader #han jisung x reader #hyunjin x oc #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz fantasy au #skz fanfic #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin reactions #written by haley

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▶️ hyunjin & chichi moments I think a lot about || HyunChi (SKZ)

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board from video creator: i feel that the duo of hyunjin and chichi is often underestimated because they don't show as much affection to each other on camera. nevertheless, i feel that every moment they have with each other is sincere, which is why i decided to create this video 🫶 enjoy!!

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vlive. Hyunjin and Chichi sit next to each other as chichi slips his beanie over his eyes out of boredom. Hyunjin sits like this until chichi stops paying attention to him, at which point he pulls off his beanie and puts it over her head, then slides it down so that it covers her entire face.

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variety show. Chichi and Hyunjin stand next to the ball pool until they finally decide to squat next to it and check out the balls.

Hyunjin: Plastic ones.

CHICHI: Plastic ones indeed.

They both nod their heads as if they have made a great discovery. Chichi takes one of the balls and puts it in Hyunjin's pants, in place of his buttocks. Hyunjin raises one eyebrow slightly, then does the same to Chichi. The fun lasted so long that the editors had to make the cut already to the scene where their pants are all filled with balls. Why? What was the reason for that? No one knows.

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HyunChi vlive. Hyunjin reads the comments.

Hyunjin: What next hair color would you like to try?

CHICHI: If he keeps experimenting with his hair like this he will be bald soon.

Hyunjin: Do you wish me that badly?

CHICHI: No, i want to see you bald actually.

Hyunjin looks at her, squinting his eyes.

CHICHI: Tonight sleep with one eye open. I know where you keep your razor.

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Changbin, CHICHI, Hyunjin, I.N and Felix vlive. They dance to God's Menu, a sped-up version. When they fall tired on the floor afterwards, Chichi lays down on Hyunjin, who makes agonal sounds immedietely.

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behind-the-scenes footage for a photo shoot, where hyunjin and chichi pose in a unit. They pose professionally for a photo, then the photographer shows them the pictures on the camera.

Chichi looks at him, extending her lower lip with a shrug.

Hyunjin: It came out really really nice. Your beauty is blossoming more and more every day, but even so, I'm sure the camera didn't capture it fully.

Hyunjin: I'm really proud of you, Hwang Hyunjin.

Chichi lowers her eyebrows and slaps him playfully on the back a few times.

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fansign event. Chichi got a unicorn that twerks when turned on, as a gift, the same one that Hyunjin once got. Trying her best to hold back her laughter so as not to draw attention to herself, she takes it under her arm and hides under the table, silently moving toward Hyunjin. A moment later, only her hand is visible, placing the turned-on toy in front of him. Hyunjin immediately turns his gaze to it, opening his mouth wide in surprise, then looks slowly at the laughing crowd of STAYs. Chichi's laughter from under the table is clearly audible, even without a microphone.

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concert video. Chichi steps to the side of the stage for a moment to catch her breath, placing her hand near her ribs. Hyunjin is the first to notice this and immediately brings her a water bottle. He stays to the side with her until both are sure that Chichi can return to performing.

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skz-talker. Changbin makes an aegyo to the camera, but a moment later the cameraman zooms in on what is happening in the background. Hyunjin and Chichi are sitting on the couch eating snacks ostentatiously and apparently judging him hard with their gaze.

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fanmeeting event outdoors. The weather is not very cooperative, it's quite cold. Hyunjin has a coat, and Chichi has a thicker jacket, which, after looking at Hyunjin for a while, she takes off and puts on his shoulders. He wants to give it to her back right away, but she shakes her head and gestures, uttering "I'm fine" soundlessly every now and then.

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skz-code. Stray Kids enter the bungalow rented for them. Hyunjin and Chichi enter last, however in grand style. Chichi brings Hyunjin inside on her hands like a bride, with a veil made from a T-shirt he had in his suitcase.

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awards show. Chichi makes a speech thanking STAYs for winning the award, but Hyunjin finds that this is the best time to distract her. He puts his head on her shoulder and buries his nose in the hollow of her collarbone, tickling her. Chichi continues her speech, giggling every now and then and trying to move away, but Hyunjin moved with her every time she did so.

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skz-talker. Hyunjin and Chichi each take a grape and try to toss it and catch it in their teeth, the loser is supposed to receive a punishment. After one attempt, Chichi finally succeeds, and Hyunjin escapes punishment on the couch. Chichi laughs loudly and leans over him, pretending to want to hit him on the forehead with her fingers. Instead, however, at the last moment, she kisses him quickly on the top of his head and runs away.

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a compilation of moments when chichi always hides behind the hyunjin/hides her face in his shoulder when she is embarrassed or ashamed.

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moment from hyunjin and chichi's vlog from their trip to kawasaki. They are sitting in a hotel room, both wearing very loose clothes, hyunjin has a small ponytail and chichi has a loose bun.

CHICHI: I don't know anything about painting!

Hyunjin: And you need to know something to express yourself?

CHICHI: You say that because you are a genius yourself!

Hyunjin: I'm not. Let's do it just for fun.

CHICHI: Okay, let's do it... for fun.

They sit down on the floor, each of them has a canvas leaning against the dresser, and between them lies a small set of watercolors. Hyunjin paints a landscape from a photo he took earlier, and Chichi paints Stray Kids (in the form of stick people, of course).

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two kids room - chichi x hyunjin. Both sitting on the couch, with their legs curled up and with a bowl of fruit between them so they don't have to bend down to the table.

Hyunjin: Sometimes I think about how much we have helped each other grow.

CHICHI: Yeah, it is true. I have a feeling that when we met, we competed strongly, in a good way, of course.

CHICHI: I can say the same about you. When I saw you for the first time on the videos, I knew right away that you knew what you were doing with your body. I, however, envied you for your stage presence. Even as I watched group performances I involuntarily sought you out with my eyes. You have that something in you.

Hyunjin: Yes. When i saw you at Stray 9th, i was impressed by the way you danced. However, I wasn't jealous, I thought, wow, I can learn a lot from her. Especially since you were also doing this professionally.

Hyunjin laughs to hide his embarrassment and throws a pillow at her right away.

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youtube live - hyunjin, minho and chichi. Hyunjin tells the story of how the three of them plus Felix were in a restaurant one day.

Chichi tightened her lips into a narrow line when hyunjin stopped talking.

Hyunjin: Yes, we were there in... four. In four yes, me, Lee Know, Chichi and Felix. That is, the whole danceracha* got together and--

Hyunjin: Danceracha and Chichi.

He corrected himself by nodding, covering his eyes a little with the visor of his cap. Chichi smiled sadly, returning her eyes to the comments on her phone.

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* chichi was previously a part of danceracha [ read more here & here ]

#stray kids 9th member #kpop addition #kpop added member #kpop oc #stray kids oc #idol oc #stray kids female oc #stray kids added member #hyunjin x oc #skz imagines #stray kids addition #idol!oc #idol!addition

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Catch 22

LMH, HHJ

Masterlist

wc: 5.3k

Synopsis: You hurt him so good, Minho doesn't know what he loves more, you or the pain. Part 2 to Water, but could be read as a stand alone.

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, servicetop!minho, dom!hyunjin, switch!reader, threesome, oral (m and f receiving), cum eating, piv, cream pie, porn with barely any plot, angstyyyyy, moody little snuggles.

A/N: the part 2 probably like 3 people asked for!! Also to celebrate 2,000 followers!! hooray!! thanks for supporting this silly little blog and my silly little works, it's such a fun hobby for me and I'm grateful for everyone that interacts with me or even just silently supports me! enjoy!

Minho knew his way around your apartment too well. He flowed about the place like it was his own. You would know because when you aren’t at home that’s where you’re at. But not with Minho, instead with his roommate, Hyunjin, and it absolutely kills him inside. So he hides in your kitchen, in your bedroom, your living room, wherever you are that Hyunjin isn’t.

He’d been camped out on your couch for the past two nights, made breakfast with whatever he could find before you left for work. It was painfully domestic, hitting much too close to home that it almost made you sick.

Hiding Minho from Hyunjin when you were just friends was easy, if you got caught it wasn’t such a big deal because it was just sex. Now, you were clawing your eyes out at the thought of seeing your boyfriend-that-isn’t-your-boyfriend when his roommate/your mortal enemy confessed his love for you and was living on your sofa.

Nauseous. You feel nauseous.

Smelling the pancakes Minho was cooking made you dry heave when you stepped into the hallway, already dressed for work. Hearing your footsteps, he peaked over his shoulder to greet you. “Morning, beautiful. Hungry?”

“Not really.” Hurriedly you packed your things and hoped that the smell of syrup would leave your nose soon before you really did hurl.

You knew it wasn’t the food’s fault because your stomach gurgled, but no matter what you ate it wouldn’t have stayed down. It was Minho and his incredibly big presence. This wasn’t the Minho you knew. There hasn’t been a single threat tossed your way, no means to poke fun or even remotely tease you, he’d been nothing but disgustingly pleasant.

“Listen,” you said, voice flat. “You need to go home.”

“So I can see you making out with your boyfriend? Ha, no thanks. I’ll stay here.” Minho replied, tossing the frying pan into the sink and leaning against the kitchen counter. From your angle, he looked sexy. Plain white shirt and a pair of boxers while the morning light poured in from the window behind him made Minho seem somewhat… angelic?

Sighing while you slipped on your shoes, “Hyunjin isn’t my–”

“Fucking labels, I don’t care. I’m already sleeping on the couch and haven’t tried to touch you since. Just go, I’ll be here when you get back.” Not an ounce of anger in his tone, only exhaustion.

The tension in your apartment had been thick ever since he came knocking on your door. After the two of you had sex and you’d seen the texts from your pretty, pretty blonde situationship, you regretted every decision you’d ever made up until that point. Minho came out of the shower to find you pacing around the living room in and making a wreck of yourself. He’d tried to easy your worrying, holding you until you stopped shaking and the crying ceased but it didn’t help. You’d left and stayed out to clear your head until morning only to find your entire house spotless and french toast waiting for you on the table. It was never your intention for him to stay, he just did.

“I’m going to tell him.” His head instantly shot up, concern and worry lacing his features.

“Why? Does he need to know?” Minho was quick to rush from the kitchen to where you were standing by the door.

“He does, and I need to tell him. It’s eating me up inside.”

“Okay, but we didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t do anything wrong. You’re not dating and–”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s my best friend,” slinging your bag over your shoulder, you prepared to walk out when Minho took another step closer.

“And what am I?”

There it was, the question you’d been waiting to slip from his mouth for two whole days. The tone of which he spoke was teetering on the brink of broken, volume soft but his eyes boring into your making it feel super sonic. It didn’t seem like he was going to cry but there was something stewing behind his irises. You couldn’t stop the exasperated sigh from leaving your mouth, coming out a bit stronger than you meant to. 

It was obvious what he wanted you to say. You knew he wanted you to tell him he’s everything to you because you’re everything to him, that without him you wouldn’t know how to breathe, that if you’d lost him you’d fall apart.

And your heart ached that you couldn’t.

“You’re Minho. You’re… my Minho.” He let out a small but shaky breath, lips parting in slight disappointment but even more relief. The words weren’t nearly what he’d imagined, but he’d take it anyway because anything you gave him was just a little taste of what could be.

“Will I still be your Minho after you tell him?”

“If my Minho is the one that sleeps in his own bed, then yeah.” You reached for the knob and he stuck his hand out, covering yours and halting your escape. It was like he was silently begging you for more, more words, more emotion other than sympathy, more of anything because he could never get enough. His skin on yours after being in such close proximity without an ounce of skinship made your cheeks suddenly burn crimson.

“If you tell me you don’t want me, I’ll stop. But I want you… so tell me.”

It hurt to have to leave in the middle of this conversation, but you were late. Work wasn’t another thing you needed to mess up. “Go home. You’ll find out when I do.”

Your lip twitched into a sad smile, unreciprocated. Minho let his hand flop to his side when you twisted the knob and slipped through the door, leaving him with painful parting words.

The hours you spent at work felt like living in a place where the sun never sets, no end in sight. Not that you wanted it to, you were dreading the conversation with Hyunjin. Having to put on a happy face and text him to be at home when you got off work made your stomach churn. Sending him another message you were on your way, his response was heavy on your heart.

>> I’ve been waiting all day! Can’t wait to see you

It was like you suddenly teleported to his front door, the trip over had gone by in the blink of an eye. The entire day seemed to go by in a haze, but now that there was only one thing between you and the reason for your anxiety, it became much too real.

You raised your hand to knock, but before it could come down the door swung open. Hyunjin’s hair was sticking up in all different directions as though it was being tugged at– you would know. There was a blush across his cheeks, more red than pink, and ears to match. His eyebrows were knit together in a furrow, instantly softening as soon as he laid eyes on your tired, distraught face. “Hey,” you said softly. Hyunjin didn’t respond as he took a small step to the side to reveal his roommate standing behind him.

Minho’s eyes were glued to the floor, hands in his pockets frozen still. You looked back and forth between the two men, unsure of what the fuck was happening. “Is something–”

“No, there’s nothing. Come in,” Hyunjin cut you off before you’d even started, moving further aside to let you through. Hesitantly, you entered, keeping a confused eye on the brunette who found the floor to be much more interesting than your presence.

The shutting of the door behind you made you jump slightly, tensing when a warm hand was placed on the small of your back and guided you further in. You looked behind you to see Hyunjin’s kind smile. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary besides Minho’s uneasiness.

“We were just talking,” Hyunjin spoke, keeping a hand on your hip as you set down your bag. “Weren’t we, hyung?” Minho mumbled in agreement in no particular direction, avoiding both of you now.

“I’m very confused right now,” you said honestly, glare darting from roommate to roommate.

“Actually, me too. Enlighten us, Minho. Why don’t you tell Y/N what you told me?”

The leaving of his hand on your back caused you to turn back and watch as Hyunjin fell into the couch, taking up the entire space by laying his arms over the back of it and manspreading, his head tilting to the side and eyeing the brunette.

You gazed at Minho again, raising an eyebrow. When he didn’t say anything, Hyunjin urged him, “c’mon, you were pretty vocal a few seconds ago. What happened?”

“She happened,” the brunette’s head finally raised, only glancing over your figure and looking over your shoulder at the blonde.

“I’m right here,” you waved your hand, letting it smack your thigh in emphasis.

Hyunjin laughed, “believe us, we know, pretty. You’re fucking everywhere.” His eyes bored into you— through you and towards his roommate whose chest puffed at the words. 

The two were in a silent stare down, speaking to one another through intense gazes that you couldn’t seem to read. The only sound in the room was your feet padding along the floor to constantly turn between them in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I know I never asked to be your boyfriend but I didn’t think it meant we were in an open relationship.” The blonde let out an unamused chuckle, standing and coming towards you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, estranged by the pair’s behavior and even more why Minho hasn’t left now that Hyunjin’s hands were taking hold of your hips.

He gently tipped your chin higher and peered down at you with a sickly sweet smile. The hand on your hip pulled you in closer until your fronts touched, chest to chest and it gripped tighter. Hyunjin caressed your cheek, pushing your hair behind your ear and leaning down to whisper, “Don’t stress, baby. I’m not mad… at you.”

Talk about shock factor, you were rendered entirely speechless. And breathless. And mindless now that your dirty laundry was being aired out. Neither of them said anything truly defining about the situation, which made it all the worse because you were tip toeing on eggshells hoping that you were thinking the same thing that they were, praying the wrong information wouldn’t slip.

You managed to turn in Hyunjin’s firm embrace, now facing the brunette that has barely spoken two words since your arrival.

“You told him?”

Minho looked at you through his fringe, head still hanging low in guilt. Did he feel sorry? Sure, but more for the timing of it all rather than the people it affected. He told himself he’d have you one way or another. It was just an unfortunate turn of events that Hyunjin had the same idea. 

“I had to.”

“After I said I needed to be the one to tell him?”

“It doesn’t matter now.”

“Like hell! Hyune,” spinning back around, Hyunjin dug his fingers deeper into your hip. He didn’t seem affected much by the conversation, but rather amused by it. “I was going to tell you today but this fuckwit beat me to it.”

“I already knew, sweetheart. Neither of you are very quiet,” he cooed, pinching your cheek much too teasingly for the atmosphere. “I’m just upset he got to play with you before I did.”

All the air in the room suddenly dissipated, not a single ounce of oxygen was going into your body as it felt like someone just sucker punched it all out of you. Given the absurd circumstances you probably shouldn’t have kept quiet. It wasn’t like you and Hyunjin had never been intimate before, there had been many late nights of helping one another relieve the ache, but you’d never gone all the way. Of all the times for your smart mouth to not be running, why did it have to be now? Why couldn’t you have just told Hyunjin the parts his roommate left out? Why was it all coming back to bite you in the ass after you decided to finally do the right thing for once?

“Wanna know what we were talking about before you came, sweets?” Hyunjin leaned forward, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. You couldn’t see it, but you assumed he was looking at Minho, feeling the blonde’s hot breath making your skin raise goosebumps. When you didn’t answer, he continued, “Minho suggested I share you.”

Your body shivered from your spine down to your toes, “what?”

Hands pulled you tight against his body, chest to chest with no room in between, Hyunjin grazed his lips over your cheek. “I thought he was crazy. But you two are more than well acquainted. I think,” his fingers threaded through your hair and with just enough pressure, tugged and exposed your neck. Hyunjin’s lips found haven there, “I can have some fun. What do you think, baby?” A moan slipping from your mouth had him pulling away to look into your eyes, searching for any sign that you didn’t want this.

Hyunjin was offering something that was just as bad as drugs if not worse, just as addictive, just as lethal, but so painfully good that resisting felt impossible. He’d already said he wasn’t mad at you, and you believed him, but you feared what his words and his offer meant for the brunette, who still hadn’t moved from his spot across the room. There were so many things left unsaid, important things that could make or break your not-so-relationship with Hyunjin and your fucked up situationship with Minho. Dealing with the aftermath didn’t seem very appealing, so you stared at the blonde with confusion. “Hyune, what exactly are you saying? Because if it’s what I think–”

“It’s exactly what you think. I know what I want, Minho knows what he wants. What do you want?”

It felt like someone was playing pingpong with your eyeballs, darting between Hyunjin’s own stare and his plush lips that glistened when he swiped his tongue over it. Just looking at him, only him, you didn’t think to consider it. It was a test, you knew that, one you didn’t know if there was a right answer to. “I… I want–” you made another mistake, looking over your shoulder to see Minho boring straight into your eyes now, desperate to hear what you decide.

Hesitating in opening your mouth to finish, Minho’s gaze turned from anguished to relaxed in the split second you stuttered. He sighed, unimpressed and feigning defeat, then looked to his roommate, “I owe you twenty bucks.”

A deep chuckle resounded from within Hyunjin’s chest as you twisted to him again, even more confused than before. But the confusion was quickly wiped from your overwhelming emotional state when Hyunjin’s lips found yours, crashing but delicate in the way he held you. Slotting against one another so easily, comfortably, you almost forgot about the other body in the room. As the blonde’s hands slipped into yours and held them sweetly, another pair softly ran over your hips. The second touch made you jump, but the feeling of familiar lips on your neck made you relax into the touch. Minho didn’t do anything but press kisses to the junction of your shoulder, hands not moving besides gripping tighter. “Tell us to stop,” he whispered, so softly you weren’t sure even Hyunjin, who still hadn’t detached from your lips, could hear.

You didn’t. You couldn’t. The two of them doing nothing but kissing you was already working you into a frenzy, one that you knew was going to be detrimental. But like drugs, in this moment, the high was going to be worth the painful withdrawal.

Hyunjin pulled away much too soon, you whined and followed for more. “Cute. One boyfriend not enough for you?” The shake of your head made Minho nibble into your skin, teething and already leaving marks. “Of course not. That’s okay, we’ll take good care of you. Won’t we, hyung?” Fingers maneuvered your head to look at Minho over your shoulder, who smirked deviously.

“Mhm, I always take good care of you, pretty.”

Breath hitching, Minho released you and began to walk in the direction of the bedrooms. You were left in a daze, unsure of what to do as you looked at the blonde again. “C’mon baby,” Hyunjin kissed you again, taking your hand and leading you down the hallway.

This didn’t feel real, two of the hottest men you knew leading you to one bedroom, stripping you naked before either of them were and ogling you like the last thing they’d ever see. Hyunjin was practically drooling while Minho seemed as though he wanted to devour you whole, eyes narrowing as the blonde assisted in laying you back onto his bed. When you were spread out on display, the roommates stood next to and eyed one another. Sitting up on your elbows, you spoke your first coherent sentence in minutes, “would you rather fuck each other or..?”

Hyunjin chuckled and side-eyed Minho, “ha, not particularly, sweets. But I’m not fucking you tonight.” Minho turned to him confused as well, raising an intrigued eyebrow, “you’re not?”

“No,” he began to unbutton his top, slowly, tauntingly revealing the pale skin of his chest, “I said I wasn’t mad, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt my feelings.” You couldn’t stop from following his nimble fingers as they undid each button, torn between watching them or drooling over his toned abs instead. Hyunjin smirked, “you’re staring.”

“Mhm,” you smiled back, teething at your bottom lip and ignoring the heat between your legs. From over the blonde’s shoulder, Minho was copying his actions, stripping his shirt and unbuckling his pants, causing your attention to shift from one roommate to the other. Hyunjin quickly kneeled on the bed between your legs, grabbing your chin and forcing you to face him, “eyes on me, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t tell what you were more turned on by, Hyunjin’s sudden possessiveness or the fact that Minho was loving it just as much. Hyunjin crawled over you, pinning you to the bed as he connected his lips to yours sweetly. It was completely distracting, as if that was his plan, feeling his weight shift to your side without disconnecting. You didn’t expect the second pair of hands on you to suddenly trace up the insides of your thighs. If Hyunjin wasn’t cupping your cheeks you would’ve suspected he’d grown a second pair of hands. But you pulled away for a split second to look between your legs, seeing Minho already staring back. He’d lewdly stuck his tongue out and traced a circle around your clit when Hyunjin was guiding your attention back onto him. 

They were competing in a silent competition, one you didn’t mind being a pawn in– at least, you didn’t mind right now. Hyunjin was slipping his tongue into your mouth and carding his fingers through your hair while Minho was working you up further, alternating between sucking at your clit and dipping his tongue into your entrance. At this point, you didn’t know who you were moaning for, just that the blonde was swallowing each and every one of them.

Head foggy and uncaring of the way your hips canted into Minho’s mouth, tugging Hyunjin in by the collar of his shirt that was on the verge of coming off entirely, your orgasm was practically delivered to you on a silver platter and you finished all over the brunette’s face. The three of your faces were covered in varying fluids; sweat, spit, arousal, and all of the above.

You couldn’t wait to strip Hyunjin of the rest of his clothes, almost ripping it off his body while pulling Minho in by wrapping your ankles around his torso as he sat up and tugging him in. They both chuckled at your eagerness, complying much too easily. It felt almost suspicious how smoothly this was going. But by the time they’d both stripped, the suspicion was quickly overridden by lust.

Minho was usually rather good at taking orders from you, it was entertaining to watch him listen to Hyunjin as well. Honestly, you didn’t expect Minho to listen at all considering how their friendship dynamic generally worked. Hyunjin’s tone wasn’t nearly as domineering as yours was when you spoke to the brunette, but he complied with minimal argument, “stay there,” he’d told him. Hyunjin stood and came to the head of the bed, turning to you, “on all fours, sweetheart.”

It was the first time Minho had seen you listen to anyone else, he got more and more excited seeing you be obedient. You scoot towards him and unabashedly eyed him up and down, lingering a bit longer on his throbbing cock that leaked with precum, making a small show just for him by licking your lips before flipping and facing Hyunjin again. The blonde sat against the headboard, spreading his legs and lazily tugging his dick. He always did have a pretty cock, something you reminded him of whenever the two of you did have those kinds of late nights.

You settled ass up, face down, looking up at Hyunjin for further instruction. You hadn’t realized you were wiggling your pussy in front of Minho until he grabbed your hips to stop them. He tapped his cock against your cunt, lewd wetness echoing in the hot room. Hyunjin reached down to caress your cheek with his freehand, thumbing at your lips with a sly smile. “Such pretty lips. Right, hyung?”

Hyunjin looked at his roommate, who’s eyes were glued to your puffy pussy, “mhm. So pretty.”

He tapped the head of his cock against your lips as his own parted to speak again, “I think he likes what’s between your legs more, sweets. That’s why the lips on your gorgeous face belong to me, hm?” His precum was smearing against your skin before you could reply, tasting the bitter saltiness. You whined as the head of Minho’s cock caught in your entrance, head so fuzzy with so many different feelings.

Neither you or Minho truly caught the intention behind Hyunjin’s words, he was pinching your cheeks and sinking your head onto his cock before it could process. The brunette followed his roommate’s motions, pushing into your pussy with ease. Being filled on both ends made your eyes roll back and zoom out of focus, until Hyujin pinched your cheeks tighter, feeling his dick beneath his fingers through your skin. Your walls clenched as your cheeks were forcefully hollowed, the two moaning almost in sync at the simultaneous actions. Minho started moving out of habit, slowly thrusting in and out as the younger’s big hands laced into the back of your hair. You were guided up and down the length of Hyunjin’s dick, mouth filling with saliva that dripped down his balls and making everything that much more wet.

“So good with your mouth, would never have believed it could be so filthy,” Hyunjin groaned, forcing you to take more of him and gagging. As Minho’s hips picked up speed, the blonde tugged you off entirely only to connect his lips to yours. You bounced against him, loving the familiar feeling of the tip of Minho’s cock hitting the soft spot inside you. It made you whimper louder, clumsily kissing Hyunjin back with tongues slipping and sliding. Everything was just so messy, perhaps you were a bit too enthusiastic to feel the weight of your not-so-boyfriend’s cock in your mouth again, removing yourself from his lips to dip back down and take him again.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin heavily breathed, “kisses and sucks cock like a fucking pornstar.” You shivered at the backhanded praise, loving it. Minho hunched over, wrapping his arms around your torso and kissing the expanse of your back. “Nuh uh, watch her, hyung. Don’t you wanna see what her pretty lips can do?”

“I know what her mouth can do,” the older retorted quickly, but followed the command nonetheless. Minho kept a firm grip on your hips but slowed his pace, thrusting short but powerfully and with mindful purpose. Each pound made you jolt forward and take more of his roommate’s cock, hitting the back of your throat and gagging each time. The sloppy slurping made Hyunjin shiver, already satisfied just by his friend’s response.

“‘M sure you do, you’ve had lots of practice. But they look even cuter around my cock. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Hyunjin suddenly shoved your head down and your nose pressed to his pelvis, repeatedly gagging around him. Your muffled humming agreement made the younger smile spitefully up at the other man. “Yeah, can’t get enough. You treat my dick like it’s a fucking lollipop.”

In the moment, Hyunjin running his mouth like it was on a treadmill and Minho stuffing you so well, you felt like you were floating, even if your eyes were starting to water. “Look at that, hyung. We made the selfish baby cry.” The younger swiped away the tears with his fingers, then held the same hand over your shoulder. Not that you could see– or that he wanted you to see– but Minho took his friend’s fingers into his mouth and sucked your tears from his skin. Hyunjin didn’t even verbally tell him to, Minho did that all on his own.

He doesn’t know why he did, maybe because this entire time, all Minho wanted was to feel your lips on his. He wanted it more than he wanted to cum, which was a lot. His body was betraying him and rutting into you with need, though, watching you take cock in your mouth with such desperation, like if you didn’t have it you’d drop dead. Minho knew that feeling because it’s the same thing he felt the night he got to kiss you for the first time. He also knew the face you were making, eyes big and blown wide, because you’ve made that face when you went down on him. But you’d never cried before with him, not like the presumed way you were now. Minho could see your tears on his roommate’s hand, continuously pouring from your eyes as the blonde kept a large palm cupping your cheek.

Hyunjin seemed unaffected by both his cock in your mouth and the tears still streaming down your face. In his head, he was loving it. He loved that you couldn’t keep your hands or mouth off of him, that even though you were taking a mean pounding from the back most of your focus was on pleasing him. Hyunjin’s head fell back against the headboard, eyeing his roommate through his lashes with a deliriously victorious smile.

Body tired, jaw sore, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. But still, you shivered when you felt Hyunjin’s cock twitch against your tongue. Mouth full, you mumbled. “Hm? What was that, sweets?” Hyunjin pried you up by your hair and you gasped for air, “wanna cum.”

The whine in your voice was like a plea for mercy, to finish you and leave nothing left. That’s what Hyunjin thought. “You heard her, hyung.”

You took hold of the cock in front of your face and twisted your wrist, looking at the blonde with watery eyes, “want your cum, too.” Hyunjin just hummed and guided you back down, kissing the top of your head and nodding at his roommate in a final command.

Minho almost whimpered when your walls suddenly suffocated his length, realizing the reaction was because of the simple peck Hyunjin left you with. You wanted more, more from him, more of him, so much so that even though you were filled with Minho, there was only one person you were truly seeing. But you hugged his dick so well and fit him like a puzzle piece, even though Minho couldn’t understand you right now, his single advantage over the other man was that he knew he could give you one thing.

Fingers collected the dripping arousal from where your and Minho’s bodies connected and brought the slick covered digits to your clit, circling it with practices, perfected pressure. You were teetering so close, but you shoved the feeling down and sucked harder on Hyunjin’s cock, tonguing more at the head and drawing out more moans from the blonde. His stomach was contracting, hips rutting up into your mouth until both his hands tangled in your hair and held you in place. Hyunjin used your mouth like just a hole, thrusting up until he reached the final few seconds, and his hips dropped to the bed and forced your nose to his pelvis one last time, milking himself dry. The warmth of his seed shot down your throat and you were forced to take every last drop, but there was so much, it seeped out the corners of your mouth. Attempting to swallow what you could with his cock still in your mouth, Hyunjin groaned in overstimulation, but took it proudly seeing as it didn’t seem like you wanted to let him go even after he’d finished.

You kept the tip of his cock in your mouth as Minho continued to pound into you, just the weight of it on your tongue somehow comforting. Minho knew how to get you to break like the back of his hand. He’d done it so many times before and he probably should have kept you on edge just a little bit longer, made you beg for him to make you cum because the way Hyunjin looked at you annoyed the fuck out of him. You should be begging him, why weren’t you?

Minho worked your clit harder, tighter until your walls pulsed rhythmically around him and finally, you came a second time. Your orgasm drew Minho’s out as well, filling you to the brim with his cum and you suddenly felt suffocated in white hot heat.

Your body fell forward into Hyunjin’s lap, both men reaching to catch you and lay you gently onto the bed. You weren’t sure whose hands were where as your eyes shut, someone rolling you onto your back while the other wiped your hair from your sweaty face.

The two men looked at each other, neither saying a word, only getting up and splitting into the bathroom and the kitchen to gather various things. Someone cleaned you up and someone made you drink water, everything felt like a blur. You had fallen unconscious for a few moments, and in those moments, Hyunjin and Minho exchanged nothing but agreeing looks. Nothing could be done about the elephant in the room if the most important party was asleep.

So when everyone was decently clean, Hyunjin climbed into his bed next to you and your arms unconsciously wrapped around his torso. The blonde looked at Minho who stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, “you owe me twenty bucks,” and nodded to the empty space behind you.

He didn’t know what to do, just that he wanted to hold you so badly, even if you weren’t holding him back. Minho, exhausted physically and mentally, got into Hyunjin’s bed and hid his face into the back of your neck, tiredly kissing the warm skin until your scent was all he could smell. He ignored the sound of Hyunjin kissing you, hoping and praying you weren’t kissing him back.

Feeling heat encase you on both sides made you stir awake just a little, enough to know you were sandwiched between the two men who made you so incredibly dizzy. Eyes blinking open enough to catch the blonde hair in front of your face, you shifted to lay your arm beneath Hyunjin’s neck while the other reached behind you to find Minho’s leg, draping it over your hip. A soft peck was placed against your lips, too deep into sleep to reciprocate but appreciated anyway. There, you fell asleep, hoping that you could wake up in your own bed and it all would have been a sick, twisted dream.

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tags: @sensitiveandhungry @babebatter @aliferousminho @changbinluvr @epiphanynaffit @fawnpeaks @linovely @dumplinbokkieracha @finnydraws @naturules

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[yumizcorner]

Pool sex Dom! Hyunjin x thick reader (f) please 🫶🏽

I love you~

Hwang Hyunjin x Reader

!!fem!reader | thick reader | dom!Hyunjin | sub reader | pool sex | unprotected sex | breeding | Oral (f rec.) | angst | reader is insecure about her body!!

A/n: I kinda feel like i fucked this up💀 I hope you meant a pool and not a whirlpool lol. Anyways enjoy reading and thanks for your request <3

„Come out baby~“ he said. Hyunjin was almost dying the hot sun and slowly lost his patience. „I look ugly.“ she said while walking away from the mirror. „You don’t baby I know it. Come out and show me“. Y/n hesitated a lot but she also didn’t want to get on her boyfriends nerves so after a few more seconds she finally left the changing room. With her arms covering her stomach,she walked out. It actually broke Hyunjins heart,seeing his girl this unhappy. „So where’s the problem now?“ he asked scanning her look. „What?“ y/n said confused at Hyunjins words. „I don’t see any problem. You look great y/n“ the girl smiled slightly,still not really believing him. „Take those arms away,love. There’s no need to cover yourself.“ he slowly pushed down her arms and took her hand into his. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek,starting to walk with her to the pool. After a little bit of time,y/n was able to forget all the overthinking because of her body and was able to just have a nice time with her boyfriend. They both enjoyed the temperature of the water around them.

Y/n was pressed against Hyunjins body as he held her in his arms and swung her slightly from side to side,making her giggle. He was swimming to a Conor of the pool,turning y/n around so that she faced him. He kissed her and laid his hands on her ass. Once Hyunjin started to kiss her in a special way she knew that he wanted more than just to smother her with love. He softly gripped her ass tighter to maker her gasp. It made it so easy for him to enter her mouth with his tongue.

„Are you serious?“ y/n asked as she pulled away and smiled at him amused. „what?“ The boy asked,playing innocent. „You wanna do it here? In the pool?“ Hyunjin just nodded at her question and said „it’s exciting…if you don’t want to then we don’t have to it’s okay.“ Hyunjin would never want that y/n would do anything she doesn’t really wanna do. No matter how much he desired anything,he only truly wanted it if she wanted it too. „No it’s okay I just…never did something like that before.“ Hyunjin smiled. „Don’t worry just enjoy it baby“ he said and pulled her down a little,onto his lap as she was floating above him a little because of the water. Y/n could feel her boyfriends hard dick under her. She moaned a bit as he pushed himself up a little more.

Suddenly Hyunjin lifted y/n up and sat her down on the edge of the pool. He moved the disturbing part of her swimming clothing to the side and kissed her thighs,moving closer to her core. „You’re so pretty y/n~“ he mumbled as he started to eat her out. Y/n threw her head back,enjoying every single thing he did. „Hyunjinnie~“ she moaned out,gripping his hair. He moved away with one last lick over her clit as he noticed she was close to cum. Y/n whimpered in respond,missing her high. „You‘re gonna cum from my dick only. I wanna give it to you baby~“ y/n gasped as Hyunjin dragged her back into the water,the cold water hitting her heated up body again made her nipples become hard. He pulled his swimming pants down and sat her on his dick. He played with y/n‘s nipples while he entered her inch for inch. She gripped onto his shoulder while he started to move in her. Even tho the gravity of the water made it hard for him to move fast but it didn’t stop him from hitting hard. The soft sounds of his girlfriend made it harder for him to not completely go crazy. His hands we‘re all over her body as he fucked her roughly. „Mhhh it’s so good Hyunjin~“ she said and clenched around him hardly. „Fuck y/n You’re such a good little Girl“ he said while gripping her ass. „Please give it to me~ fill me up please“ y/n‘s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt a knot in her stomach. Hyunjin felt Mutual and y/n could tell since he kept on twitching inside of her. „yeah? Wanna be full of my cum? Wanna take my babies? Fuck y/n“ he whined as he was so close to cum. Y/n felt like Hyunjin broke the gravity for a second. He went in and out of her needy pussy so fast and rough it felt like heaven. The feeling of getting cooled down instantly from the cold water around felt pleasing. The feeling of how the water moved a long her body with every single time Hyunjin dragged her down on his dick felt so nice. „Hyunjin I-“ she couldn’t finish as Hyunjin cut her off. „Cum for me pretty girl cum on my dick baby“ with that,y/n let go and came hardly,moaning out. Hyunjin was almost unable to move since she clenched that hard but it was enough movement for him to cum inside of her.

He quickly pulled out and sat her down onto the edge again. Y/n was a bit confused wich Hyunjin noticed. „We don’t want you to leak my cum into the pool baby“ y/n nodded and smiled. Hyunjins arms were placed onto her thighs as he looked up at her with loving eyes. Y/n looked at him questioning since he was staring. „I love you so much.“ he said wich made her giggle. „I love you too“ she answered and caressed his cheek. „No. i really love you. Like, I don’t just say it,I mean it. I love all of you. Your body and your personality. You‘re perfect to me you know.“ y/n’s cheeks turned a slight pink and she felt like she had to cry. She felt so relieved that the boy she wanted to spend the rest of her life with accepted her fully and loved every single part of her.

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[jinnie-ret]

Hey can I request a fluffy comfort gif where y/n has period cramps and stays to work from home and is kind of in a bad mood so when Hyunjin comes home early from (idk doing Versace ambassador stuff lol) and he tells her he isn’t feeling well and he’s got a stomachache too, she gets annoyed and thinks he’s just teasing. But later on she realizes he’s actually sick and being serious and she feels bad and takes care of him 🎀🤭

under the weather

hyunjin x reader

gif imagine

genre: fluff, teeny tiny angst

content warnings: none

summary: you think hyunjin is teasing you as normal when you're on your period, but turns out he's not feeling too great himself.

My first gif imagine! Hope you enjoy!

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

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You were used to his teasing, even when you were in a bad mood like this. Cramps, a raging headache and not enough food to satiate your cravings. Of course he always made sure you were okay too, which was why you were surprised by his quiet mood, especially since he has just come back from his recent Versace trip. You had seen plenty of posts on social media and it made you miss him even more. Why wasn't he his normal excited self?

"Hi love, I missed you," you clung onto him as he entered your apartment, looking more tired than usual.

"Mmm, yeha, missed you too," Hyunjin sighed as he walked in, automatically collapsing on the sofa.

"Wow, what a great welcome back," you roll your eyes, unable to help your bad mood from returning as you sat next to him.

"Sorry, I did miss you, I saw your texts as well, I know you've not been feeling great," he sat up slowly, stroking your hair.

"Cramps have been extra bad," you groan, leaning into him.

"I know how you feel," he groaned, leaning against you, staring off at the wall after taking a glance at you.

"Don't tease this time, they've actually been so bad," you playfully whack his stomach, but he hunches over and groans.

"Stop messing around, Jinnie," you whine.

"I'm not, got such a bad stomachache, must have been bad plane food," he hunched over again.

That's when you realise he wasn't joking around this time, it should have been obvious from his mood, you thought.

"Oh, love, I'm sorry I thought you were messing," you sighed, sitting up and wrapping an arm around him and rubbing soothing circles into his back.

"No, not this time darling," he groaned again.

"Let me get you what normally helps me," you pouted as you wiped away his small tears of pain.

You got up and grabbed two hot water bottles, slowly moving around and pouring boiling water into them, as well as two mugs of tea. First you brought over the bottles and gave him one, gently pressing it against his stomach. He immediately let out a sigh in response, seeming to relax a bit.

"Here, have some tea, take these too," you put down your mugs of tea on the table, just as you handed him some paracetamol.

"Thank you Y/Nnie, I know you're not feeling too good either," he took the tablets, curling up on the sofa.

"It's ok, you know what though, I think we'd both be comfier in bed right now, yeah?" you pushed back his hair as you planted a kiss on his forehead.

He nodded and slowly sat up, carrying the mugs as you held the hot water bottles and rested your hand on his back.

"What are we gonna do, hey? We're both gonna be like potatoes laying around in bed," you lightly laughed, the roles now reversed as you carded your hand through his hair as he cuddled up to you, head rested on your chest.

"I'll just be a potato forever then if I get to lay here forever with you," he murmured lightly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles of your other hand.

"Do you always get sentimental when you're under the weather?" you teased him now, your cramps easing ever so slightly.

"Sshhh, you, I'm unwell, you need to take care of me," he looked up at you with pouty lips.

"I will, love don't you worry," you pecked him on the lips, smiles prominent on both of your faces as you relaxed in the comfort of each other.

tagged: @skz-streamer @hannahhbahng @backintomykpopphaseagain @kiraisastay @sakufilms

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[xhyuneo]

star | Hyunjin x OC (fanfiction)

- summary -

A young woman still taking classes to fulfill her dreams on fashion finally takes a step forward into adulthood and moves away from her hometown. She finds herself constantly in the loophole of coincidences that circle a guy she met back at home.

- n o t i c e -

The fanfiction is still in production, so please be patient ! The fanfiction is for mature audiences only, so minors DNI. The length of the fan fiction is undecided. Hopefully about 30-45 chapters.

You can find the story here !

AO3 : xhyuneo - link !

WATTPAD : xhyuneo - link !

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[causeilikelix]

During the Rainstorm - Chapter Seven

↳ Pairing: Hyunjin X OC, (Mentions of Minho x OC)

↳ Genre: Romance, angst, fluff sprinkled in, smut (eventual), slow burn, strangers/enemies(?) to lovers, non-idol au (I'm sure this'll have a happy ending but I don't have much of it written)

↳ Characters: Yoon Seol (OC), Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Minho, Kim Woojin (whoops), Bang Chan, Kim Seungmin, Seo Changbin, and maybe some other mentions of the boys

↳ See: Chapter One for full summary and blanket warnings

↳ Chapter Warnings: Graphic sexual talk but no actual sex (yet), cursing, decidedly short chapter (but worth it)

↳ Read on my AO3: HERE

↳ Notes: Sorry this chapter took so long! I moved to Korea and then I moved back to Korea after plans fell through.... anyway, enjoy!

&lt;- Chapter Six - Chapter Eight ->

SEOL HAD NO idea who was crazier.  Hyunjin for pursuing her so relentlessly, or herself for being so responsive to it.  Her cheeks burned after watching that little display with the strawberry sugar.  

It was needless to say, but Seol had the desperate need to say it anyway:  Hyunjin was obnoxiously hot.  In fact, he was probably the most beautiful person she’d ever laid her eyes on.  Those plush lips, his smooth skin, and gorgeous eyes that could switch between innocence and sin at the drop of a hat left her knees wobbly and her panties wetter than anyone had ever made them. 

Seol wished she could blame the aching in her core from the anticipation she had over her weekend with Minho.  However, something about Hyunjin’s, well, everything made her body react to him in ways she didn’t want to think about.  At this point, Seol couldn’t even confidently say that anyone else had ever elicited these kinds of reactions out of her body.  Hyunjin was sure giving Minho a run for his money. 

Seol walked with him side by side down the street, peering into shop windows and glancing at the vendor carts.  His knuckles grazed hers every couple of steps and every single brush was lightning through her veins.  His touch sparkled things in her that she’d never even imagined before.  None of the shops had anything in the windows that caught her attention even half as much as he did.  

Hwang Hyunjin.  Tall, boyishly handsome, and straight out of a romcom.  It was almost too good to be true.  The fact that she had been continuously annoyed with him from the moment she laid eyes on him this morning made it worse.  At the restaurant, the sight of his cheekbones that were sharper than a knife had sent her already rising blood pressure through the roof.  She already was in the mood to scream and curse and cry.  His arrival hadn’t helped the situation.  

At least, not until it did.

Now just his touch was sending electricity through her.  

Seol pretended not to be affected as she peered closer at a street vendor selling scarves.  None of the patterns were quite her style but they served as a decent distraction from the next brush of his fingers.  Hyunjin kept his gaze on the offerings of the various shops as well.  The next stall was full of handmade jewelry and Seol perked up immediately.  She stepped up to the table and the shopkeeper greeted her warmly.  Hyunjin trailed behind, watching as Seol peered at the jewelry.  

“Wow, you have such great taste!”  The shopkeeper approved Seol's choice of a pair of earrings.  A pair of seashells made out of clear crystal.  “Those have been really popular.”

“Really?”  Seol smiled warmly.  She held the earrings up to her ear and peered in the small mirror set up on the table.  “Hyunjin-ssi, what do you think?”

“I think...”  He peered closer, not really seeing the earrings but instead being distracted by the brightest smile he’d seen from her all day.  “I think they suit you really well.”

“How much are they?”  Seol turned back to the woman. 

“Hm, well... normally they’d be 35,000 won, but you two make such a cute couple that I’ll give them to you for 30,000.”  The woman’s sly grin made Seol’s cheeks ignite.  

“Ah... we’re not actually a cou-”  Seol began, but was silenced by 30,000 won in cash appearing in front of her face.  The woman snatched it up before Seol could protest. 

“Thank you, ajumma.  I think they look really good on her, don’t you think?”  Hyunjin’s smile nearly blinded her.  He took the small paper bag from the woman before Seol could even lift her hand to take it.

Seol gaped at him, unable to believe how easily he handed over his money and played along with the misunderstanding.  Hyunjin’s easy smile took her off guard and she glanced down at the earrings in her hand.  The woman took them from her to put them in a bag.  Seol swallowed a lump in her throat.  He made it seem so effortless.  

“Come with me,”  Hyunjin broke the barrier between them and slid his fingers into the spaces between hers.  

Hyunjin gently pulled her along through the crowd.  He seemed to have a destination in mind so Seol didn’t protest.  A cold wind blew down the busy street but Seol couldn’t feel the chill.  She couldn’t explain why she found the back of Hyunjin’s head so fascinating, but it was as if no one else existed.  She was sure there were other people around her but she could only see him.   

It wasn’t until Hyunjin came to a stop did Seol come to her senses.  She glanced around to find that he’d let her to an open plaza at the end of the shopping street.  While there was still a crowd here, the space was open enough for everyone to spread out.  Hyunjin stopped them under a streetlight off to the side and away from most of the hustle and bustle.  He turned her to face him before dropping her hand.  Seol’s eyes glanced at it instinctively and Hyunjin’s perfect lips curved into a small smile. 

“Do you want to put these on now?”  Hyunjin produced the small bag with the earrings in it and offered it to her, “I like the ones you’re wearing and all, but I think these will look better with that dress.”

“Oh, uh,”  Seol reached up to touch her earlobes.  She’d forgotten which ones she was wearing until her fingertips grazed the silver teardrops.  The ones Minho gave her.  “Yes, he gave me these and I don’t wanna-”

“Let me.” 

Before Seol could even touch the earrings, Hyunjin got to work.  He honed in on one ear.  As gently as possible, Hyunjin carefully removed one of the teardrop earrings before moving to the other.  He slowly pulled the post out of her piercing.  Somehow the sensation of his fingers grazing her earlobe sent lightning through her.  Seol watched his face as he worked.  He pulled one of his plush lips between his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows as he focused on not hurting her.  Once the earrings were out of her ears, he slipped the unwanted jewelry into his pocket.  

Then, Hyunjin opened the bag and pulled out the crystal earrings.  The iridescent seashells glittered under the yellow glow of the streetlamp.  He grinned as he watched her admire them for a few seconds.  She reached for them as if to put them on herself, but Hyunjin pulled them out of reach.

“I can do it, I’m not a child.”  Seol protested. 

“Let me.”  Hyunjin’s soft voice washed over her and Seol dropped her hands. 

Seol swallowed the lump in her throat when Hyunjin put his attention on one of the earrings.  He carefully removed the back and leaned in closer.  All of the air between them dissipated as the space between them closed.  His warm, honey smelling breath fanned across her cheek.  His glossy lips were parted in concentration as he guided the post towards her piercing.  She just knew that his lips would taste like strawberries.  His eyes were trained on his task.  As carefully as possible, he slid the post into the tiny hole on her earlobe and secured the back on it.  

His fingers brushed her hair and along the skin of her neck.  His warm breath fanned across her cheek.  Somehow, gooseflesh bumped along her arms and a shiver ripped down her spine. 

Then he switched to the other side.

Hyunjin made a show of turning his head and letting his hair fall into his face a little.  His eyes were trained on her other ear as he advanced.  Seol could only watch.  His skin looked flawless under the light ahead, which gave him an ethereal glow.  Her eyes drifted down to his parted lips.  

His fingertips grazed her cheek as he swept some hair behind her ear.  Seol wondered if he could tell that her cheeks were warm due to the blush spreading through her body.  She wanted to curse under her breath.  Curse in general, curse at him, curse at herself.  She was certain that he was doing this to seduce her and the worst part wasn’t that he was trying;  it was that it was working.  Seol’s thoughts swirled with the idea of leaning in and finally tasting the honey on his lips.  

Hyunjin fastened the earring securely and moved his hands, but not far.  His hands enveloped her shoulders and his face remained within kissing distance of hers.  His eyes darted from one ear to the other for a few seconds before bursting the bubble and pulling back.  His face broke into a grin that turned his eyes into little crescents and deepened the dimple on his cheek. 

“There!  You look beautiful!”  Hyunjin beamed. 

“Oh, I... thank you.”  Seol’s blush deepened. 

“Here, do you want these back?”  Hyunjin offered her his hand.  

The silver teardrop earrings sat on his palm, taunting her.  She wondered if she’d just been blind or stupid but they weren’t even that pretty.  The metal didn’t even look silver anymore.  Bits of it flaked off to reveal whatever dark metal hid underneath.  The shapes didn’t look identical.  Seol stared at them for a few long seconds. 

“No, I don’t.  Minho gave those to me for my birthday a few months ago, let’s just get rid of them.”  Seol started to take them from him but suddenly Hyunjin’s eyes sparkled and he shoved his hand into his pocket with the earrings. 

“I have an idea of how to dispose of them.”  

“Don’t you think that a trash can is good enough?”  Seol gestured to a can a few feet away but didn’t look away from him.

“Seol-ah, wanna go to the beach?”  

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“IT’S THE OCEAN!”  Seol squealed as she left Hyunjin’s side to hurry further down the beach towards the water.  The sun was long gone, so most of the ocean looked inky black and she couldn’t tell where the sky ended and the ocean began.  Bright lights illuminated the white sand beach right up to a few feet into the water before turning into the void.  The waves turned white and foamy as they crashed onto the shore.  Seol was certain that the water would be ice cold but she could shake the idea of jumping in anyway.   

Large letters were stationed in the sand with a bright light shining on the words “Haeundae”.  Seol longed to visit in the summer, too.

Right away she determined that her heels would be of no use in the sand so she leaned over to take them off.  Hyunjin joined her as she fiddled with the ankle strap on her silver high heels.  Wordlessly, Hyunjin shrugged off his coat and laid it on the sand for her.  Seol glanced over at him and he gestured for her to sit down. 

“Are you sure?  Isn’t that coat cashmere or something?”  Seol scoffed and turned back to her task without sitting. 

“Nah, I don’t bring anything cashmere within a mile of anywhere sandy.”  Hyunjin took it upon himself to sit down.  Seol glared at him for a second before ultimately deciding to sit next to him.  “Are you planning on going in the water?”

“I have to get close enough to make sure the earrings actually make it into the water.”  Seol successfully took one shoe off and set it aside before getting to work on the other. 

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Sure, but who wears pants to a date?  This outfit was planned with easy access in mind.”  Seol reminded him when she freed her other foot.  Next she reached up the skirt of her dress but Hyunjin grabbed her wrist before she could tug down.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“The only thing worse than wearing heels in the sand is sand getting into your socks.”  Seol shook off his wrist and succeeded in peeling the sheer stockings off her body.  

Almost as an afterthought, Seol glanced around to see if anyone else was at the beach but it was basically deserted for miles.  There were a few people in either direction but they were far enough away where they weren’t going to bother one another.  Seol balled up her stockings and shoved it into one of her heels, though she figured the straps wouldn’t save them from any weather, she could at least keep them from blowing away.  Once her toes were free, she carefully dipped them into the cold sand.  She shivered but didn’t retract her toes.  The icy ocean air blew through her coat but she didn’t really care about the cold. 

“It’s been ages since I’ve been to the beach.”  Seol sighed, staring out into the abyss.

“Yeah, it’s been a while for me, too.”

“When was the last time you saw the ocean?”

“I’ve flown over it a few times on my way to L.A. but I haven’t had the chance to actually go to a beach in four or five years maybe?”

“Me too, I think!  After I graduated from high school a bunch of my friends and I had a party on the beach to celebrate.  I don’t think I’ve been back since.”

“Last time I went to a beach,”  Hyunjin paused to take a long breath as if to prepare him for the words ahead, “I was with my girlfriend.  I told her I loved her and she told me that she didn’t think she was capable of love.”

“Ouch.  Was this the same girl who was married a few months later?”

“No, it was her cousin.”

“Double ouch.”

“Who is now married with two kids, so who’s to say.  Maybe she just wasn’t capable of loving me.”

“I don’t see why not.  You’re kind, generous, loyal, and more of a romantic than you want to admit.”  

“You think I’m a romantic?”  Hyunjin blinked at her in surprise.

“Come on, you basically saved my ass back there from my e- from Minho.  Why have we spent so much time together since then?  You just bought me these earrings.”  Seol gestured to her ears, as if Hyunjin needed reminding of how beautifully they framed her face. 

“I mean, I don’t know?”  Hyunjin mused, “It's been so long since I’ve romanced anyone, I guess I wouldn’t know.”

“Well, you’ve done a decent job so far.”  Seol shrugged, “Where did you put the other earrings?  I think it’s time to get rid of them.”

Hyunjin patted his coat until he identified which pocket in which he’d shoved the earrings.  He pulled them out of the pocket and passed them to her.  The metal was cold to the touch and she winced when he dropped it into her hand.  Or maybe it was from the blast of icy ocean air that ripped straight through her clothes.  Or maybe it was the spark of electricity that flashed through her when the tips of Hyunjin’s fingers grazed her palm.  

Seol cleared her throat and rose to her feet.  The sand shifted beneath her and she held her hands out to stable herself.  Hyunjin chuckled from his spot on the coat. 

“Do you want me to go with you?” 

“I’m just gonna get a little closer.  I’ll be back.  Don’t steal my shoes!”  Seol started off towards the line of darker sand where the ocean met the land.  

Seol had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to last very long in the cold wind.  Her toes were beginning to lose feeling and her nose was running.  The last thing she needed right now was to wipe her nose while she was in the company of one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen.  She had to keep some of her dignity.  She didn’t know why coming to the ocean would be a good idea during the coldest month of the year.  Seol was just about ready to go back to her hotel room but she had no idea if she wanted Hyunjin to join her.  

The icy water caresses her toes and a shiver ripped up her spine.  Seol stared out into the darkness, unable to tell where the sea became the sky.  She glanced down at the earrings in her palm.  

Eight months of complete bullshit.  How had she mistaken attention for affection?  Minho may have liked her at some point, if not romantically then as a person at least.  They wouldn’t have started hooking up otherwise.  He must have liked it at least a little because this had been going on for months.  She wondered what could have possibly gone wrong.  When did Minho change?  When did she change?

The earrings were proof that Minho may have liked her at some point.  Though, he’d given them to her without much ceremony.  She’d invited him to her birthday dinner and he showed up halfway through the night.  He stayed for a drink, slid the box with the earrings over to her, then had one more drink before leaving.  At the time, Seol had been touched.  Now she wondered if he’d given her hand-me-downs or something.  She wouldn’t put it past him. 

A frigid wave lapped at her ankles and she shivered again.  

Minho didn’t deserve all this ceremony. 

She raised her arm and chucked the jewelry into the sea.  Between the churning waters and the black of night she couldn’t see where they landed but it didn’t matter anymore.  The earrings were gone.  The void began to call.  She didn’t want to fall into it, but the darkness called to her nonetheless.  Seol involuntarily began to lean into the darkness, as if searching for the end. 

She smelled Hyunjin before she felt him.  His musky scent mixed with wool wafted into her nose.  Moments later, a pair of strong arms slid around her waist.  He pulled her against him, back to chest and buried his head into her neck.  Seol leaned into him.  She decided not to resist him any longer.  His hair tickled her skin and she sighed at the sensation.

“Are you okay?”  Hyunjin’s voice reverberated through her. 

“I think so.”

“You’re shivering.”

“It’s February.”

“Let’s get you inside, yeah?  I’ll walk you back to the hotel and we can call it a night.  You need your rest.”  Hyunjin offered quietly.  

Seol nodded numbly.  

For a few minutes, neither of them moved.  Hyunjin’s warmth enveloped her and she let her eyes slide shut.  With Hyunjin wrapped around her, the winter air couldn’t touch her.  Seol turned in his arms and slipped her hands around his nimble waist.  She buried her head in his chest and he hugged her tighter.  

When she was in his arms, the void couldn’t find her.  He became her tether to the mortal world.  He kept her on Earth.  Seol wished she could describe the feeling of being in his arms.  

She wondered how many poems she would write about him.

“Don’t go.”  She mumbled.

“Hm?”

“Don’t go,”  Seol repeated.  She pulled her face out of his chest to look up at him.  Hyunjin chuckled softly, lifting one of his hands to smooth out her hair, though the wind ruined his work easily. 

“I won’t.  I’ll stay with you as long as you want.”

Hyunjin smiled down at her warmly.  His shallow dimples dented his cheeks and his eyes sparkled, even with the lights behind him.  Hyunjin’s pink lips looked warm and inviting.  Seol had no desire to refuse him anymore.  Warmth spread from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes.  It may as well have been August.  

Seol blamed her next move on the alcohol.  But she had a feeling she would have done it without it, too. 

She rose onto her tiptoes and slotted her mouth over Hyunjin’s sparkling smile.  He tasted of sugar and strawberry juice.  For a moment, Hyunjin remained still as he contemplated his new surroundings.  Thankfully, he didn’t take long to melt and part his lips against hers.  Seol sighed into it, gratefully kissing him deeply.  She almost hated that she had to close her eyes because she longed to see what Hyunjin looked like as he worked his mouth with hers. 

One of his arms remained around her waist while the other moved to cup her cheek.  Using this grip on her, Hyunjin controlled the angle to keep the kiss deep.  His tongue swiped along her lower lip in no time and she wasted no time in parting her lips to let him in.  Seol let out an involuntary moan into his mouth which Hyunjin eagerly swallowed.  The muscle swept along hers and she could only taste Hyunjin.  Was it that he tasted of honey and strawberries naturally, or did they taste of him?  

After a moment, Hyunjin slowly pulled away.  He chuckled when Seol leaned up, chasing his lips.  He allowed their lips to connect again, his plush lips pillowy against hers before moving out of her reach.  

“Princess, I’ve spent all day wondering what kissing you would be like,”  Hyunjin admitted with an incredulous laugh, “From the moment I saw you in that coffee shop I wanted to taste the mocha on your lips.  Nothing could have possibly prepared me for how delicious you actually taste.”

“Do you want to come up?”  The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.  

“What?”

Seol removed one of her arms from around his waist to point towards one of the tall hotels behind them.  Hyunjin followed her line of sight until he realized what she was asking.  It was what he wanted from when they first met, and now that he was getting it he wanted to be careful.  He wasn’t going to take advantage of her, but her lips were too delectable to leave unkissed for the foreseeable future.  

“Do you want to come upstairs with me?  I have too much chocolate and champagne that will go to waste.”  Seol’s explanation was weak and she knew it.  They’d eaten and drunk their fill. 

“Are you sure?”  Hyunjin turned to look back at her.  He gazed deeply into her eyes to search for the consent he needed. 

“Yes.  Please.”

“I would love to.”  

Seol used her now free hand to cup the back of his neck.  She applied some pressure and Hyunjin didn’t need to be told twice.  He slipped his hands along her neck to cup her jaw and dipped down to kiss her again.  They didn’t need to go immediately anyway.

A flash of lightning on the horizon fell on closed eyes. 

Several seconds later, a roll of thunder found itself muffled by the surf and Hyunjin’s sigh of pleasure. 

Seol suddenly had never been happier to be cheated on.

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Rising [sun prince!Hyunjin]

Characters: Hyunjin, fem!OC Rating: A/O for Adults Only Content Warnings/Tags: negative father/son relationship, blood/violence, cunnilingus, getting interrupted/almost caught, sixty-nine, doggy style, multiple orgasms (f), missionary/mating press, infertile fmc, raw male orgasm Word Count: 6,722 Summary: Hyunjin has been aware for some time that his father wants to kill him. He’s not sure why, but he knows he needs outside help before his father succeeds. As a result, Hyunjin invites a sellsword into his court under the guise of his newest lover when, really, he wants her to keep him safe. However, the ruse might not end up being one for very long... Note: This story is based on the world of The Foxglove King by Hannah Whitten. There are moderate spoilers for that book in this story. I'm unashamed to admit I wrote this because Prince Bastian made me think of Hyunjin.

Hyun Jin wasn’t sure when he became fully aware that the Sainted King, his father, wanted him dead. Sometime in his late teens, he supposed. It would take too long to examine all his memories in an attempt to figure out how far back it stretched, especially since it felt more productive to focus his energy on remaining vigilant here and now. When would the king try to do it? What method would he use? Why did he want to kill his only child, anyway?

            Hyun Jin had no idea, and that constant gnawing anxiety was what prompted him to take matters into his own hands, no matter how foolish an errand it was.

            That was how he found himself outside the palace walls in the middle of the night. Inside the palace, Hyun Jin had no idea who he could trust, how many members of the court were bought and paid for by his father, be it with money or favor or fear. If Hyun Jin wanted to find any real assistance, he would have to do it outside the palace walls.

            Perhaps, if he had one trustworthy person at his side, he might start sleeping through the night again.

            He’d been sneaking out of the palace at night for about a year now. First, it was just to see if he could. Then, it was to afford him a sense of freedom and safety he no longer felt within the court. And finally, it was to start correspondence with an individual he thought might help him.

            The term “assassin” didn’t feel right, but neither did “mercenary,” and “bodyguard” felt too brutish still for the type of watcher he was seeking. Neither did “spy” seem right, given that he was searching for a certain level of skill in a fight. Whatever this person was, he had been assured they were the best, and he, the Sun Prince, had assured them equally that he would have no trouble affording their fee.

            It was just his luck, then, that he would be ambushed on his way to finally meet with this person face-to-face for the first time.

            Hyun Jin had no idea if it was just bad luck or if someone had finally realized he was the Sun Prince out in the open. Whenever he left the palace in the dead of night like this, he always pulled his dark hair back in a ponytail and wore his hood up, a mask concealing his face from the nose down. Perhaps his contact was up to no good after all. Perhaps they were already working in service of his father and had set him up from the start.

            Hyun Jin was no slouch physically, but even he wasn’t confident in his ability to hold his own against a group of ten armed only with a knife and his wits.

            “Where do you think you’re going, pretty boy?” one of them asked, and Hyun Jin fought the instinct to flinch. They had to know who he was. With only his eyes showing, and even then in shadow, there was no way to tell whether he was pretty or not, or, really, whether he was even male.

            Someone struck at him from the side and he spun away, sinking his knife into their arm. The first assailant grunted and fell back, but a second grabbed at him from behind, yanking his hood down as a third landed a good punch to his gut. Hyun Jin doubled over, and they pried his mask off. Hyun Jin reared up, bashing the back of his skull into the face of the one behind him, before lunging forward to strike out with his knife at the one in front of him. His target danced back, and then two more advanced on him.

            Hyun Jin got another couple of good hits in, but it was clear the battle was a losing one.

            “Wonder who will pay more for you: your father or Kirythea?” one of them said as they finally restrained his arms, kicking his knee out to force him to the ground.

            “I’m not sure either one cares terribly much,” Hyun Jin spat on the way down. His father, who wanted him dead, or Kirythea, a country he had no allegiance to and who threatened war with the crown.

            Also, conveniently, the country that, as rumor had it, Hyun Jin was funneling information to in order to spite his father. You know, to justify the whole “wanting him dead” thing. It had been years since Hyun Jin had had contact with anyone of import from Kirythea.

            Before the assailant in front of him could retort, a crossbow bolt punched through their neck. They collapsed, frothing blood and spittle, shock on their face. The person holding Hyun Jin down sprang back from him, and Hyun Jin spun on one knee, driving his knife into their gut. Whether he struck to kill or maim, he didn’t care. To get out of this alive, he would do what needed to be done.

            He heard others fall behind him, and when he had the time to look again, he confirmed it was due to more crossbow bolts.

            Crossbow bolts that miraculously didn’t fly anywhere near him.

            Seven of the ten were downed, and the remaining three moved to flee. Hyun Jin scanned the rooftops, but the moon was only a sliver tonight and it was difficult to see. A shadow moved along the shingles, hopped over gables, and his final three antagonists didn’t make it to the end of the block.

            Hyun Jin swallowed hard. He was smart enough to know there was always a bigger fish, and that sharks weren’t terribly friendly.

            The archer followed the roofs back the way they had come, toward him, and he watched them descend, catlike, to street level with him. He realized he hadn’t yet had the sense to pull his hood back up, but then the archer pulled down their—her—hood and cowl, and Hyun Jin felt a little more equal.

            “You were late, so I came looking,” she said, bending to retrieve one of her bolts from the street. Hyun Jin stared.

            “You’re Darden?” he asked. She chuckled.

            “Yes. And you’re the Sun Prince. Can’t let a job like yours slip through my fingers, can I?” she said.

            Hyun Jin put his hood back up.

            “Walk with me,” she said, stowing her crossbow and bolts away. She put her hood up, too, but left her cowl turned down. “I take it you don’t want any evidence of this getting out, so it’s probably best we form the agreement verbally, yes? I’ve burned everything you’ve sent until now, as requested.”

            “You’re correct,” he said, the two of them keeping easy pace together. “My father wants me dead. I don’t know why, or how and when he wants to do it. I just know I need someone in my corner to cover my blind spots, to see and hear the things I might miss. I don’t want to die, but I don’t want him suspicious of me, either.”

            “What did you have in mind? Certainly you’re not asking me to commit regicide on your behalf,” she said. Hyun Jin laughed ruefully.

            “Of course not. I need you to act as my companion, to keep suspicion off me while watching my back. Clearly, I don’t have to worry about you. You’re capable of handling yourself. I want your help in keeping me safe, and in figuring out what in the Myriad Hells my father wants me dead for in the first place,” he said.

            “So this means I’ll be, what, posing as a courtier? A lover?” she asked. He turned his gaze on her for a moment.

            “I’m not going to tell you how to best do your job, but the closer you can be to me, the better,” he said. She chuckled again, her lips curving into a knife-edged smirk.

            “It would be fairly difficult for someone to kill you in your sleep if I happened to be next to you in your bed,” she said.

            “I’m fine with that if you are,” Hyun Jin said. Fine with it was a bit of an understatement, if he was being honest. Ever since his father had started turning the court against him, it had been a struggle to find genuine companionship, and he missed being held, comforted by the warmth of another human being.

            “Very well,” she said. “I’ll protect you from backstabbing. I’ll do whatever digging I can, try to find out what your father is up to. And I’ll appear every bit your faithful companion in the meantime. How shall we sell it?” she said.

            “The most convincing lies are in some way the truth,” he said. “We’ll say we’ve been corresponding for some time, that we were finally able to meet in person. It’ll excuse my absences from the palace up until now. I was coming out here to meet with you, so smitten was I that I ignored the risks. But then I was ambushed and lost my nerve, begged you to abandon your life in the city and flee to the palace with me. And you, in your mad infatuation with me, couldn’t help but accept.”

            She stopped, and he turned to look at her. She was giving him an amused look.

            “How come you get to be ‘smitten’ but I’m ‘madly infatuated’?” she asked, one hand planted on her hip. He snorted.

            “Fine. We can reverse it if you want. You enjoyed playing with the Sun Prince’s affection, and I was so starved for attention that I fell fast, hard, for you. I couldn’t stand it. I would do anything to be with you,” he said, stepping closer to her, into her space, as he said it, his voice dropping little by little, until he was mere inches from her, staring unflinchingly into her face. “Does that sound better to you?”

            She didn’t flinch, either, looking at him with amusement and . . . Well, Hyun Jin wouldn’t kid himself into thinking there was anything substantial there, but he was beautiful, and she was at least a little attracted to him. It was in the darkening of her eyes, in the way she couldn’t decide what feature of his face to focus on.

            “Much better,” she breathed. “Do we have a deal?”

            “I believe we do,” he said, and offered his hand for her to clasp. She scoffed at him, gripping the sides of his hood and drawing him in those last few inches, her lips meeting his.

            Hyun Jin hadn’t been lying. He was starved for affection, so when she sucked lightly on his full lower lip, his mouth parted automatically for her, allowing their lips to mesh more fully as his hands anchored to her hips, pulling her body flush with his. Her hand pressed against the back of his neck, like she could bring him even closer, and only succeeded in deepening the kiss, Hyun Jin’s tongue pushing against hers, tasting her mouth.

            Hyun Jin severed the kiss before he could lose his senses completely.

            “Deal,” he panted. She grinned at him, her eyes darker still than before. She wanted him, and he was not upset about it in the slightest. It might even make things easier.

Darden settled into court life like she’d done it before. During the day, she attended Hyun Jin’s social engagements with him, everything from teas to luncheons to croquette matches in the gardens, appearing every bit the devoted court lady who was utterly head-over-heels for him. She spent many nights in his room, watching over him and nothing more, but still kept her own quarters lest it appear she was spending too much time with him. They had to at least pretend propriety, to craft the perception of a whirlwind romance they were trying desperately to hide.

            But as the weeks passed, two things happened. Hyun Jin couldn’t be sure whether or not one begat the other, but they were certainly closely related.

            First: His father, the Sainted King, hated Darden, and neither she nor Hyun Jin could figure out why. Either the Sainted King was suspicious of her, or he simply hated seeing his son happy. Frankly, they were both equally likely. Because of this, Hyun Jin started to fear she might suddenly disappear, either because she’d been killed or because his father had been able to work out what was going on and pay her more to leave than Hyun Jin was paying her to stay.

            Second: Hyun Jin started to fear losing her. At first, he thought it was because that would put him back at square one before they’d gotten to the bottom of things. The second explanation was that he would feel guilty if something bad happened to her because it was his fault she was in the line of fire in the first place.

            But those were both excuses. The real reason was because he had well and truly fallen for her, settled into the rhythm of their companionship. He looked forward to seeing her every day, smiled and laughed more with her than he had in a long time. With her around, he sometimes even forgot his life was in danger. It had been so long since he’d stopped fearing death and instead enjoyed being alive.

            He didn’t know how to go back to life without her.

            Then her birthday came, and the Sainted King offered to throw a party in her honor. There was absolutely no good reason for him to do this, given he didn’t even like her. But he was the king, and she couldn’t refuse, and Hyun Jin was already on thin ice with his father and unable to do so much as appeal.

            On the day of the festivity, Hyun Jin felt sick.

            They decided to dress in matching black and purple attire, reminiscent of some of the most popular poisons that circled the court like designer drugs. Neither of them partook, personally, but it made for a dangerous motif, a message Hyun Jin was eager to send. When Hyun Jin arrived at her quarters so they could get ready together, he watched her dress and do her makeup. Rather than have one of his attendants do his makeup like he usually did, he asked her if she would, and she agreed with a soft smile.

            She stood in front of him, palette in hand, her dark dress sitting just right on her body, drawing his attention to her collarbones, her upper chest, her waist, her hips. He did his best to hold still while she made him look dark and enchanting. After she had finished putting a slight highlight of color on his lips, though, he couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

            “I’m afraid,” he said. Her hand hesitated against his cheekbone, where she had been about to put a subtle brush of color. She caught his eyes and smiled, but it looked like it took more effort than usual.

            “Don’t be,” she said. “I can take care of myself, remember?”

            “Love,” he said to get her attention. He’d called her by the endearment so many times in public that it had started to stick on his tongue in private, too. “He’s the king. He could do anything tonight. I know him, he’s . . . He doesn’t do things out of the goodness of his heart. He’s going to try something. I know he is. I don’t know what, but he will.”

            “Hyunie,” she said, her own endearment coming to her just as easily. It knocked the air out of him, just a little, every time. “Please don’t worry. He’s only a man. If he tries anything I’ll just take his hand off.”

            “I thought you said you wouldn’t go to prison for me,” he said. She smiled a little, but it was thin and mirthless.

            “It wouldn’t be for you,” she said.

            “Please, just . . . don’t leave my side tonight,” he said. Her hand rested tenderly against his jaw for a moment, and just when he thought she might kiss him and ruin both their lip colors, she retreated to put the makeup away.

            Of course she wouldn’t. She had never kissed him in private since coming to court. Why should she start tonight?

            “I won’t if I can help it,” she said.

            And that was the most she could promise, because after the banquet supper, the Sainted King asked her to join him on the dais as the guest of honor. Hyun Jin’s blood ran icy as she stood up, climbed the stairs, lifted the hem of her dress to step delicately over the iron bars that made up the motif of the Auverrani throne. The Sainted King, likewise, rose from the throne to receive her, opening his arms like he was happy to see her.

            Hyun Jin felt like the entire world had slowed to a crawl. The Sainted King drew her into his arms. She laid her head on his shoulder, facing away from the Sainted King, her eyes locked on Hyun Jin. As her body lined up with the king’s, he saw her eyes go wide, flickering grey and glassy. It was so quick Hyun Jin thought he’d imagined it. As the king let go of her, she tried to smile at him but looked shell-shocked. Hyun Jin’s eyes scanned her frantically as his father started into a speech about the occasion, of which he didn’t process a single word. There was nothing outwardly wrong with her; she hadn’t been struck or stabbed, not a hair or eyelash was out of place. But when the Sainted King took her hand to raise it over their heads in congratulations, as the rest of the room toasted her in time to the king’s blessing, she shuddered, and Hyun Jin could swear he saw her breath on the air, like she was exhaling into winter.

            When the Sainted King finally released her, she curtsied politely, but as she turned to descend the dais, she wobbled, her foot catching on the groove of the inlaid iron bars. She fell, sprawling in a tangle of metal and silk, and Hyun Jin was on his feet in an instant, hurrying up the dais to get her. The Sainted King glowered at him, and she seemed unable to rise from the floor, from the bars, trapped by his father’s throne. Hyun Jin pulled her into his arms, holding her to his chest.

            “My sincerest apologies,” he blurted, his practiced mouth moving before his brain. “She meant no disrespect, I assure you. I fear she was allergic to something in the main course. It’s my own fault for not speaking with the kitchen in advance.”

            In a public setting like this, the crowd’s opinion was the one thing he had to wield, and years of practice made him an expert. He heard sympathetic murmurs behind him, and several attendants made their way up the dais as Hyun Jin got to his feet with Darden’s body in his grasp. She was cold in a way she shouldn’t have been, and curled into Hyun Jin’s chest like he was the sun itself.

            “We must get her to the infirmary, my prince,” said one of the attendants. Hyun Jin held the Sainted King’s eyes, as though waiting for him to object. The Sainted King smiled, but it was a thin thing that didn’t touch his eyes.

            “But of course,” he said, loud enough the whole room could hear him, and think him benevolent. “It would be tragic indeed if she were to succumb on her birthday of all days.”

            Hyun Jin saw red, but there wasn’t time for it, and he instead rushed out with her in his arms. He made to turn left, toward the infirmary, but she shook her head against his shoulder.

            “No,” she said. “No.”

            “Love, what?”

            “I need to talk to you,” she said. “Just you.”

            Hyun Jin looked to the attendants. He felt as helpless as they seemed.

            “Please,” she begged.

            “Send a physician to my rooms,” Hyun Jin ordered one of the attendants, then hurried in the opposite direction.

            “He’s dying, Hyun Jin,” she whimpered as they went through the halls. “He’s dying and he’s poisoning himself in hopes that the touch of death magic will prolong the inevitable.”

            “How do you know?” he asked. She reached up to touch his face, and her hand was so fucking cold, cold like death and the people that channeled it. He swallowed hard. She was a deathwitch, a heretic, someone allowed to command a fraction of death’s power. All this time, and he’d had no idea. Had she been afraid he’d exile her if he found out, as the law decreed?

            “I know why now,” she whispered as he got them to his chambers. He carried her to the bedroom and barred them inside.

            “None of that fucking matters unless you’re all right,” he insisted, laying her down on his bed. “Tell me what to do, love, tell me how to help you.”

            “It’s you, Hyun Jin. You are the Sun Prince, and you will be the Sainted King, and there’s nothing your father can do to stop it so he’s going to try to steal it and—”

            Hyun Jin couldn’t take it anymore. He kissed her, hard, needing her to shut up about his father and tell him how to save her. She reached for his collar, tugging at it, and Hyun Jin shed the whole layer, leaving him half-naked.

            “Help me out of this stupid dress,” she said. He did as commanded, and then she wrapped her arms around him, pressing bare skin to bare skin, and moaned blissfully. He lined his torso all the way with hers and she wrapped her legs around his hips, a motion that shot a shock of need straight to his cock.

            “You’re so warm,” she said. “You’re so fucking warm.”

            He clung to her, pressing her tightly against him, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulder, and sure enough, the cold leeched away from her skin, returning her to the way she was supposed to be.

            “You hold the power of the sun, of life, Hyun Jin,” she said. “And he’ll do whatever it takes to rob you of it before death claims him.”

            He pulled back from her. He meant to ask what the Hells she meant—life magic hadn’t existed since the gods disappeared. He meant to ask that, but it fell directly out of his brain when he registered that, with her dress off, she wore panties and stockings and nothing else.

            It wasn’t his intention to stare at her bare chest, but it happened anyway.

            “See something you like?” she teased softly. He dragged his eyes back up to meet hers.

            “It’s the same thing—the same person—I’ve liked for months,” he said honestly.

            No time like a near-death experience to lay your cards on the table.

            She laughed quietly, still sounding a little weak, but rapidly improving.

            “Has my prince finally come for me?” she asked.

            “Not yet,” he answered, hoping she would catch his meaning. The darkening of her eyes said she did.

            All the same, she sounded almost hesitant when she asked, “Would you . . . ? I think it would help if . . . Well . . .” She chuffed softly, looking a little embarrassed. “I want you to warm me from the inside.”

            “I can do that,” he said, and without hesitation lowered himself to kiss her again. He’d been thinking about kissing her like this ever since the night they’d met face-to-face. They’d kissed since then—gentle pecks in public to sell their companionship—but nothing nearly so charged as this.

            She wanted him. She still wanted him. That much was obvious. Her hands trailed up and down his bare back, holding him as close to her as she could. The only way he was going to get any closer would be when he entered her. For the time being, he made do by slipping his tongue into her mouth, and she sighed blissfully.

She could see his halo.

            It wasn’t something she had detected before, not until he’d come on that dais to retrieve her, vibrating with anger and protective instinct so fierce he must have broken through the restrictors he hadn’t even known were holding him back. She’d seen it then, a subtle limning of gold around his hands and head, as though there was a soft glow beneath his skin. She’d know then that in the same way she had been marked with death’s power, Hyun Jin had been marked with life’s.

            He was the first true Sun Prince, and it wouldn’t be too much longer before he became the first true Sainted King.

            The death in her body had reacted to the death in the king’s, and Hyun Jin had banished it from her. She didn’t think she would have died from it, but then, she’d never been that close to such a heady combination of death and poison in another person, like a putrid bomb about to go off.

            Hyun Jin had purified her.

            As he shed his shirt, as he kissed and caressed her body, his warmth seemed to burn hotter, brighter, chasing that cocktail of death from her bones and suffusing her marrow with light. She couldn’t get close enough to him, not even with his tongue in her mouth and her hips bucking against his.

            Despite the need of his light, she needed him, too. It had been so difficult to remain aloof over the course of these months, so afraid was she to fall for him completely only to be crushed when her contract was fulfilled and he dismissed her. She didn’t think she could endure pain like that again. She’d already died once while experiencing pain like that, and the resulting trauma made it difficult to form attachments.

            But Hyun Jin was just so easy to love.

            She reached for his belt, fumbling a little in her eagerness to get his pants off. He pulled back from their kiss to assist her, the flush in his cheeks and need in his eyes equal to hers.

            She’d seen the beginnings of him hard before, during times when their public flirtations had gone a little too far, but she’d never seen him bare, and she certainly hadn’t seen him completely erect. His length and girth both sent a pulse of need through her core.

            He was already watching her face for a reaction when she pried her eyes away from his cock. Apparently, she had been looking at it a moment too long, because there was the ghost of a cocky grin on his face. She gave him her best fake-annoyed face.

            “Yes, yes, I’m sure you’ve made many people very happy, Your Highness,” she needled. The cockiness fell away, leaving seriousness in its wake.

            “I don’t care what anyone thinks—thought—of it, of me. I care what you think,” he said. She blinked, her teasing demeanor leaving her as quickly as it had come.

            “I think you look perfect for me,” she said, sitting up and reaching with her right hand to grasp him gently, gliding her grip along the smooth skin. He sighed, a heady sound, as his cock twitched against her palm.

            “Good,” he said, and she leaned forward to kiss his chest. He sounded as though he’d been genuinely afraid she wouldn’t like him.

            “I hope I’ll be perfect for you, too,” she said. With that, he gently tipped her back onto the bed again, sliding her underwear off. She didn’t squirm even slightly under his gaze, not even when he leaned down to put his face level with her heat, glancing up at her for permission. She nodded, and when he lolled his tongue out for a long lick of her, she sighed in pleasure.

            While he was in the middle of experimenting between quick flicks to her clit and spearing her center entirely with his tongue, a heavy knock came at the door that made them both jump.

            “Your Grace, I’m here to look over Lady Darden, as you ordered,” came the voice of the head physician. Hyun Jin looked at her, panicked, his practiced courtly tongue failing him for once.

            Too occupied by other things right then, apparently.

            “I’m all right,” Darden called. “I’m feeling much better. I think I just had to drink a lot of water to flush it from my system.” Good on Hyun Jin for coming up with the allergy excuse. She’d alleviated mild allergic reactions that way in the past.

            “That’s good news, indeed, but I should probably still look you over, just in case,” the physician called through the door. Bless the poor man; he was just trying to do his job.

            “Really, I’m—”

            Her sentence was cut off by her own cry of surprise as Hyun Jin pressed the tip of his cock between her folds.

            “Come back in an hour,” he said, voice authoritative, his eyes glued to where his cockhead met her core. “I’m fucking her right now.”

            Darden’s jaw fell open. He could have given her a hundred years to guess how he was going to respond and she never would have landed upon something so brazen as that. The physician seemed just as shocked, stammering some kind of excuse to leave and come back later, clearly choosing to pretend he hadn’t heard what the Sun Prince said.

            “You’ve scarred him for life,” she hissed at Hyun Jin, though she was thoroughly amused.

            “Scarred him?” he scoffed. “I’ve just given him the mental image of the most beautiful people in Auverraine having sex. I’d call that a blessing.”

            “Gods dead and dying,” she swore, though she couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. It slowly fell away, though, as she watched Hyun Jin pull his cock back from her entrance, her wetness mingling with the pre-cum already on his tip.

            “You have no idea how much restraint I just exercised,” he said. “I wanted to fuck all the way inside you so badly, but dry as I am I wouldn’t be able to do it as hard as I want.”

            “Then let’s do something about it,” she said, sitting up. He lifted an eyebrow. “Lay down, Hyun Jin.”

            He did as instructed, and she positioned herself over him so that her heat was over his face and her mouth dangerously close to his cock. “Get the idea?” she asked as she wrapped her fingers around his base and licked his messy tip. He didn’t even bother to respond verbally, instead gripping her hips and putting his tongue back to what it had been doing before they’d been interrupted, more fervent now. She moaned quietly as she licked him all over. He’d need to be plenty slick if she was going to have any chance of getting him down her throat, especially at this angle.

            Hyun Jin’s tongue made it incredibly hard to focus on her task, and by the time she attempted taking him into her mouth, she was already whining around his cock, gagging a little bit as she attempted to take him too deep on the first try. He didn’t seem to notice anything was amiss because he moaned against her all the same, a pattern that continued as she started to bob up and down his shaft. He got easier to throat the more she drooled on him, making an absolute mess of both him and her mouth.

            Likewise, Hyun Jin’s moans got louder and more frequent until he could no longer keep his mouth on her cunt and switched to his fingers. He skipped straight over one and went right to two, which made her groan with her mouth full, the vibration of which caused his cock to pulse from base to tip, making her gag again, this time intensely enough that she needed to pull off him.

            “Sorry,” he moaned. “I can’t always control those.”

            “You wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so damn big,” she said, entirely meaning it as a compliment, as she reached to pump his wet shaft. He groaned again, curling his fingers and working them against her front wall in a rhythm perfectly timed with hers.

            “Hyun Jin, Hyun Jin, you’re gonna—”

            She didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence. With his cock still in her hand, she leaned her forehead against his thigh, moaning as an orgasm shuddered through her. Hyun Jin eased up only the barest bit, taking the pressure off her front wall in favor of fucking his fingers in and out of her as she came around them.

            “That should do it,” he said thoughtfully.

            “Do what?” she asked, unable to parse a single complete thought right then.

            “Make you wet enough to take me the way I want,” he said.

            “How’s that?” she asked.

            “Hard. Fast. Without restraint.”

            She found herself nodding brainlessly against his thigh. Before she had truly processed it, Hyun Jin had slipped out from under her and was arranging her body the way he wanted it, which was pretty much the way she already was—face down and ass up—except with her hips raised up just that little bit more to play nicely with his stature.

            Without any verbal warning, Hyun Jin thrust himself into her in one hard, quick stroke, making her shriek into the bed. He then just held himself there, perhaps taking stock of the way they fit together, perhaps enjoying the view. She had no idea. The only thing she could grasp right then was how good he felt. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been this full in her entire life.

            “Fuck,” she whined.

            “Good?” he asked. She nodded against the bed.

            “Yes,” she said. “I can take you.”

            “Perfect,” he murmured, and then he moved.

            He hadn’t been exaggerating earlier when he said he didn’t want to restrain himself. He proved it now with every fervent slap of his pelvis against her wet cunt. She couldn’t keep quiet, moans and little cries accompanying each of his thrusts. Even then, at the height of sensation, she made sure to push back on him with each thrust, desperate to take him as deeply as he could go each time.

            “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Hyun Jin ground out, his voice changed by pleasure. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve touched myself, thinking about this?”

            “Probably as many times as I have,” she moaned. “You think I’m immune to you? You think you’re the only one that’s been tormented?”

            He groaned at the compliments, redoubling his vigor, making her yelp and shove her face into the blankets. She didn’t want to scream, but if he kept going without break like that it might be inevitable. Still, she didn’t stop moving back against him, her sensitivity leading her shortly to another orgasm.

            “Hyun Jin,” she gasped. “Hyun Jin, fuck—”

            “Do you want me to stop?”

            “Don’t you dare.”

            He flipped her over then, hooking one of her knees over his shoulder so he could split her in half while seeing her face. That’s what it felt like to orgasm over something so big—like she was being split in half. She was certain her face was flushed, her expression dazed, and it only drove him to fuck her harder.

            “I wanted to see you,” he said, an oddly pure sentiment given the situation. “I wanted you to see me.”

            She met his eyes, panting past moans in time to his thrusts. “You’re beautiful, Hyun Jin. You’re beautiful and you feel so good and I love you so much.”

            His hips stuttered at that, and he stared down at her, momentarily stunned. “You do?”

            “Yes,” she answered without hesitation. A bewildered smile played over his features as he gazed down at her.

            “And here I was, so afraid I was going to lose you once this was all over,” he said.

            “The only thing that could keep me from you would be you telling me that’s what you want,” she told him. He laced his fingers with hers, pinning her hands to the bed while he leaned forward to kiss her. Her knee was still hooked over his shoulder, pushing her thigh against her body. It all had the added effect of digging his cock even deeper inside her. She whimpered.

            “I love you, too,” he murmured against her lips. She tightened the leg over his shoulder, making him kiss her again. When she finally let his mouth go, he groaned, “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

            “Not as sexy as coming inside me would be, I’d wager,” she said. His eyes sprang open, staring at her.

            “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he said.

            “Don’t worry,” she said. “You couldn’t get me pregnant if you wanted to. Don’t be too disgusted with me, but the reason I’m able to channel death magic is because I’ve been dead. Twice. My body doesn’t have the capacity to make life anymore.”

            He stared at her like she was a wonder, a marvel, a fallen goddess herself rather than just a vessel for the power of one. “Where have you been, Darden?” he asked, sounding like his heart was breaking for her. “What have you suffered?”

            “I’ll tell you later,” she said, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Right now, I want you to finish making love to me. I want to feel you, warm and alive inside me. I want you to show me your love in this way, too.”

            He kissed her again, deep and hard, and started to move in her again. The kiss rapidly degenerated into panting, whining, and the stroking of desperate tongues against one another.

            “Please, Hyun Jin,” she moaned, barely able to keep her eyes open through the ecstasy, the sensation. “I need you to fill me. I need to feel you as deep in me as you can possibly go.”

            When he finally shattered, it was with a series of broken moans calling her name, calling her his love. She could feel him spreading hotly inside her, his body trembling as he filled her, his hips shuddering through their last few motions before he pressed all the way into her one last time and stayed there. She watched his face in rapture and her heart ached with a need so great she felt unable to hold it all. So she held him, instead, and knew he would share the weight of it.

            For the next minute, the only movement between them was to put her leg back at a normal angle. They shivered together, dewy where their bodies met, Hyun Jin refusing to pull out of her even as he softened. Her hands were on his back, in his hair, pressing soothing patterns into his skin as he came back down.

            “Thank you,” she murmured, and he pulled back from where his face had been buried in her shoulder to look at her.

            “Thank you,” he said, like he’d done nothing and she’d done everything.

            “You were perfect,” she said, watching his eyes as they turned bashful. She pushed his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, committing his shy, gentle smile to memory, the way it suffused his entire face with joy.

            “So were you,” he said, and then leaned to gently kiss her reddened lips. The kiss was slow but sloppy, conveying all the emotions they had left over even once their bodies were spent. “I’m never letting you go,” he murmured, his lips bumping hers with every syllable, unwilling as he was to pull all the way back from her.

            “I’ll hold you to that,” she said.

            “Please do,” he answered, then finally moved off of her, letting her crawl on top of him instead. There were still the matters of the mess to clean up and of the physician who was certain to return, but right then, the only thing she could bring herself to care about was the beating of his heart, steady and sure beneath her cheek.

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[dvbkie099]

word of your body | masterlist

| WORD OF YOUR BODY

lee minho x fem!oc

tags: Uni!Au, smau, pining, eventual smut, drugs, descriptions of past violence, people are complicated and that's okay, swearing

Felix remembered the Eva of nine years ago, when he saw her off at the airport. Overjoyed at the prospect of seeing his cousin again has made his friends curious about the mysterious cousin. Even more so when she's nothing like he described.

Eva remembers Felix, the only cousin close to her in age, who lit up every room he stepped into. He's the only thing that doesn't hurt about her family anymore. And he's still the same as he was nine years ago, like he had been frozen in time. She's not.

note: this is my first smau so I'm excited to be stepping into unknown territory as a writer. this series is inspired by @hyuuukais "sunshine and strawberries" series, and I definitely recommend giving the series a read!

bonkers | strays

one - considering murder two - not so great first impressions three - holy shit (w) four - i'm gonna kill you five - hey six - new friend seven - studio lovers eight - sunshine (w) nine - bros before hoes ten - what does he know eleven - she's a bitch twelve - the fall festival (w) thirteen - yujin ON MAIN??? fourteen - instagram fifteen - what actually happened sixteen - bye-bye mid-terms seventeen - second times a charm (w) eighteen - the plot thickens (w)

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[chiskz]

FLOWER IN A VASE - HYUNJIN X CHICHI

𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞: late evening between shows from MANIAC tour in Japan

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.6k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: During a comfortable evening spent together with Chichi, Hyunjin discovers that it's not just flowers that bloom so beautifully.

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In a beige-decorated hotel room, Chichi and Hyunjin are sitting together at a desk. Hyunjin shared this room with Seungmin, but he wasn't there now because he had gone out to eat with Jeongin - Chichi's roommate. They both decided to take advantage of this and spend some time together.

Hyunjin spread his painting supplies all over the desk, and Chichi rested her legs on the only free piece of this furniture with an open book on her lap. The two hadn't said a word since they met, but it wasn't a problem for either of them - just their mutual company made things more enjoyable.

The man's main interest was a wide, fully-bloomed flower in a vase. He first sketched it with a soft pencil and now planned to apply acrylic paints, but as his brush got closer to the paper, he felt that something was off. He sighed softly and put it down, then stretched with his hands up, making a soft noise. This caught the attention of Chichi, who looked at him. She slipped a bookmark into the book.

"Hyunjin? Are you okay?"

The man looked at her, dropping his hands down.

"Yeah, just... don't you find it boring?" He asked, moving the paper with the sketch closer to her.

Chichi put the book on the bed and carefully took the drawing in her hand, examining it.

"It's beautiful. You're really great at it." She smiled and handed him paper back.

Hyunjin didn't return her gaze though, as if the compliment embarrassed him.

"You know... that's not what I'm talking about." He finally answered. "It's just... the composition itself is boring. One flower in a vase... But I couldn't organize any more for today, especially since I didn't know that I would be painting at all today."

Chichi leaned her elbow against the desk, where she had her legs a moment ago. She didn't look away from Hyunjin.

"Maybe a flower just shouldn't be in a vase... Lend you a book? A flower on a book will look very romantic."

Only now Hyunjin looked at her. He even considered her offer for a moment, but...

"I have a better idea." He announced as he took the flower out of the vase. The office chair on wheels made it easier for him to shorten the distance between the two. With his slender fingers, he tucked a piece of Chichi's hair behind her ear, then slipped a flower behind it. His lips curved into a faintly dreamy smile. He cupped her chin, then moved her head so that she was sitting in profile to him.

"Perfect. Can you start reading?" He asked, handing her the book she had recently put aside.

Chichi didn't say anything, although her head was full of thoughts. Will he draw her? Was she curious enough for him to do it? She won't mention how amazingly warm she felt when Hyunjin touched her with such incredible gentleness, as if she herself was a flower... So she opened the book and started reading again, lowering her head slightly.

She did not see Hyunjin, but a moment later she heard the rough sound of a pencil being used on a piece of paper, and after 15 minutes she heard the softer sound of a brush dipped in water and paints.

"Do you like it?" He finally asked what Chichi was waiting for.

On the piece of paper there was an image of her, or rather the profile of her face, with half-closed eyes from reading and slightly parted lips. However, the most attention was paid to this beautiful flower, as it was the only one depicted in color.

"Hyunjin, that... that's really pretty..." She whispered delighted, not even daring to touch the paper this time.

"Because you're a great model." He said immediately, extending his hand to her face again. Without a word, he placed it on her cheek, his thumb brushing her lower lip. He was about to say something when he heard the sound of the elevator in the hall...

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