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the boy is bad news | h.hj smau

ch 21 - am i wrong?

genre: angst, smut, social media au (with written parts), college au, enemies to lovers

wc: 3.7k

summary: An aspiring journalist, you are the news editor for The Uni Chronicles; the campus newspaper, popular for delivering breaking news at the drop of a hat and providing detailed articles about the various happenings around your university. You think you’ve covered every story there was to cover before you’re tasked with producing an in-depth editorial on a student whose name is on everyone’s lips—Hwang Hyunjin.

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It takes roughly three seconds for Hyunjin to open the door, pause for one quick glance at your figure and pull you into a hungry kiss. He wastes no time letting his hands roam all over your body, touching every possible surface and sending electric sensations straight to your core.

He’s been waiting all night for you to come, suppressing his urges in frustration for hours. His patience has run out. Just one look at you and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Not when you stood there before him, a picture of sensuality in your paper thin dress, legs and back fully exposed, inviting him in. He had to feel you, all of you, immediately.

And you let him. You let him have you tonight, let him kiss you, touch you, and taste you to his heart’s content. Because you wanted him to. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t anticipating this moment since he sent the text at dinner.

Steadily backing into the bedroom, your bodies intertwine in a passionate embrace, mouths eliciting warm breaths as they travel from lip to neck to chest. Hyunjin makes fast work of your dress, drawing a startled gasp from you when he slips it off.

“I thought you wanted to see me in that dress so bad. Did you not like it?” You release a breathy laugh.

“Of course I like it.” Hyunjin answers between kisses. “But I like this more.” He motions towards your naked body.

“It’s not fair, you still have all your clothes on.” You whine, tugging at the waistband of his sweats.

Hyunjin chuckles in response. “Always complaining, aren’t we?” He obliges you by stripping himself. “But you won’t be complaining for much longer.”

He places two fingers at your lips, parting them gently before slipping in. He watches intently as you suck them, and once they were lubricated to his liking, he places his digits between your legs instead.

You can’t help but moan as he caresses your folds, spreading the wetness and steadily rubbing your clit. The pressure in your abdomen was building at an alarming rate, and you needed him to match your urgency. Attempting to intensify the friction, you grind against his fingers. Hyunjin chuckles at your neediness, but decides to indulge you nevertheless.

Momentarily releasing his grasp on your body, he goes to grab a condom. You watch as he puts it on, absentmindedly pressing your legs together in anticipation. He turns to you and hastily pushes your back against the door, one hand on your waist while the other guides his cock to your entrance.

“You ready for me, baby?” He whispers in your ear.

You nod your head, giving him the green light. Hyunjin bucks into you with a grunt, causing you to yelp in pleasure and grab onto his shoulders for support. He starts thrusting between your legs, holding you in place while his cock hits the deepest parts of you over and over.

Your vision goes blurry as bliss overtakes you, mind going blank as you bounce on his dick.

“J-Jinnie.” You manage to whimper. “Mm cumming soon.”

“Do it baby, cum for me. Cum all over this dick.” He quickens his pace, sweat dripping down his temples as he fucks you harder.

You shriek in pleasure, nails digging into his back as you approach your high. Euphoria washes over you when you reach your peak, body trembling and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Hyunjin watches you in awe, the raw, fucked-out expression on your face arousing him even more, knowing it’s his cock that is making you feel so good.

“Am I fucking you good, baby?” He groans into your neck. “Tell me how good this dick feels.”

“S-so good, Jinnie. Your dick feels amazing.” You clench as he hits your sweet spot, drawing a moan from him.

“I’m close baby, almost there. Fuck—so tight.” Hyunjin gives one last sharp thrust, releasing into you.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, fuckk.” He buries his cock even deeper in your pussy and you know you’ll feel it tomorrow.

Once he finishes, Hyunjin frees you from his grip, but you struggle to support yourself, legs wobbly from your session. He guides you to the bed where you lie down as he brings a towel to clean you up, gently dabbing your skin while pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

“Damn, I’m tired.” You mumble, reaching for the covers.

Hyunjin watches you with amusement, but grabs your wrist before you could pull the sheets over. You look at him questioningly when he brings his face up to yours.

“Baby, we’re just getting started.”

You wake up to the early morning rays of sun seeping through the thin window curtain across the room and the sensation of bare skin sliding across your own. Tangled in a mess of arms, legs, and bedsheets, you try wriggling free of Hyunjin’s embrace, but he’s not budging, still deep asleep. You turn to face him, watching him breathe steadily with his mouth slightly agape.

Memories of last night flash across your mind, filling you with excitement at the thought. You and Hyunjin had thoroughly explored each others’ bodies, touching, kissing, and tasting every surface. He proved to be a man of his word after all, following through with his promise to make you feel good all night. But now, he was understandably worn out from all the action. Your stirring must’ve woken him up though, as he opens his eyes to meet your gaze.

“Gmorning.” He mumbles.

“Good morning.” You giggle, finding his raspy morning voice adorable.

“Did you enjoy last night?” He asks as he repositions his arm around your waist to pull you in.

“Yeah I did, thanks for not kicking me out.” You laugh.

“Why would I do that?” Hyunjin finally opens his eyes fully to give you a perplexed look. “You really still think I’m some heartless player, huh?”

“I mean, you were kinda an asshole when we first met.” You shrug.

“I thought I fucked away all those bad feelings by now. Do you need me to do it again?”

You playfully hit his chest. “Oh my god, can you stop being horny for one minute?”

“Tsk, always playing hard to get.” Hyunjin smirks. “Can’t say I don’t like it though.” He leans in to pepper your face with kisses.

His lips tickle your skin, turning both of you into a giggling mess. You take his face in your hands and stop his attack by planting a kiss on his lips before pulling back to look him in the eyes.

“Just so you know, being good at sex doesn’t make you a good person. It might be enough to trick other girls, but you should know I’m not as easily fooled.” You sneer.

“Is that a challenge?”

“You think everything is a challenge.”

“Think whatever you want then. Sure, I have a reputation, and sure, I never let girls stay the night.” He pauses to lay his hand on your cheek. “But I let you.”

Heat rises to you cheek at the sudden intimacy. “What, is that supposed to make me feel special or something?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

An alarm rings, snapping your attention to your phone. You turn away to check the screen, panic shooting to your chest when you realize the time.

“Fuck, I gotta get to class!” You shift to get up from the bed.

Before you can make your escape, Hyunjin firmly pulls you back in place. “C’mon you really wanna leave this to go to class?”

You sigh. “I mean I don’t want to, but I have to.”

“One more round won’t hurt.” He whines.

“Hyunjin, I really can’t stay.”

“Fine then, one more kiss at least.”

You give in to his request and place a soft kiss on his lips. As you pull away, he deepens it, running a hand through your hair to cradle your face. The softness of his lips and the warmth of his embrace almost make you reconsider skipping class, but your conscience eventually drives you to stop and finally leave the bed.

“Have fun at class, sweetheart.” Hyunjin snuggles back under the covers and gives you a wink.

You chuckle. “Thanks Jinnie, I’ll see you later.”

After class, you head over to the picnic tables on campus for lunch. You spot the silhouettes of Jisung and Nari already sitting down and engaged in a lively conversation, judging by Jisung’s wild gesticulations. As you approach the table and settle down, he immediately springs a million questions on you.

“I just finished midterms and I need to let loose this weekend. Come to the bar with me please? I came with you to the party last time so you owe me!” He dramatically pouts and tugs on your arm like a toddler.

You reluctantly explain to him why this isn’t a fair tradeoff. “But Ji, you love parties.”

“But Y/N, you love me.” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“Okay, well I can’t argue that.”

“And plus we haven’t been hanging out lately. I mean, this is the first day you’ve actually showed up for lunch all week!” Jisung groans.

You sigh, he had a good point. Life was keeping you busy lately and you hadn’t had much time for him. “You’re right Ji. If it’ll make you happy, then I’ll come.”

Perking up at your agreement, Jisung attacks you with a bear hug. “SWEET! How about you Nari?”

Sipping her smoothie, Nari avoids eye contact. “Um, actually I can’t make it, I have plans.”

“Ugh, what plans?” Jisung grumbles.

Nari hesitates, tapping her fingers on the table before deciding to come clean.

“I have a date.”

“A WHAT?” You and Jisung both shout in unison, standing up from your seats in shock.

But Nari pays you no mind, continuing to casually sip her drink and scroll through her phone.

“A date with who? You never agree to dates!” You question her.

“Changbin asked me out and I thought, what the hell, why not?” Nari shrugs.

You press her further. “Wait, does that mean you like him?”

“Maybe, I’m not sure yet.”

You’re stunned to hear that Nari is opening up to someone romantically for the first time, or at least giving it a chance. For years, she’s openly opposed the concept of relationships, arguing that they force people to compromise their happiness. You on the other hand, have always been a hopeless romantic, never giving up on hope of someday finding ‘the one’ regardless of how many heartbreaks you endure.

It excites you to see your friend changing her outlook. Maybe now, you can share even more personal feelings to relate over. You make note to ask her all about Changbin the next time you get the chance.

“What has happened to the world? Nari is going on a romantic date while Y/N actually agreed to go out drinking this weekend? Did you guys swap bodies?” Jisung exasperatedly remarks.

Nari swings an arm around him to calm him down. “Chill out Ji, we’re both just having fun!” And she shoots you a wink.

You grin at her and agree. “Yeah, don’t make me regret agreeing to go with you to the bar.”

“You’re right, thank you bestie.” Jisung attacks you with another hug. “Oh, one more thing about the bar—and please don’t kill me for this—but apparently the soccer team goes there every weekend so we might run into Hyunjin.”

Jisung bites his lip, worried for your reaction, but you remain nonchalant. “Oh, that’s fine.”

“Really? Cool! Don’t worry, I’ll protect you from that asshole and I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you.”

“Y/N doesn’t need protecting.” Nari remarks. “As if you’d stand a chance against him, pipsqeak.” She mutters under her breath.

Jisung still hears her though, and the two immediately start bickering while you watch in amusement. When they finally call a truce, Jisung turns back to you with a cheeky smile.

“It’s settled then, I’ll pick you up at nine”

It’s Friday night, and that means it’s the time of the week when the soccer team meets up for drinks at their usual spot downtown from campus. It’s only ten o’clock but Minho is already wasted, dancing sloppily in the crowd.

That’s a first, Hyunjin thinks, as he watches from the bar, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Minho’s not typically one to let loose like that, so he must’ve had a rough week or something. Changbin on the other hand, is usually the first to get rowdy. Speaking of which—where is Changbin anyway? It’s not like him to miss a bar outing. By now, he’d normally be chatting up some girls on the dance floor but tonight he’s nowhere to be found.

Hyunjin is left pondering his friend’s whereabouts when the sound of a familiar laugh catches his ear. He turns his head toward the voice, and spots you walking through the door.

Is he seeing things? He knows this isn’t your scene and you wouldn’t ever voluntarily spend a Friday night out at the bar. Your head is turned away from him, so he can’t make out the features on your face for certain…Wait no, that’s gotta be you. Hyunjin can tell by the curve of your neck, so smooth and slender, a spot he knows well. But what are you doing here?

He soon finds his answer when Jisung follows through the door behind you. The loud brunette is smiling wide as you reach to link your arm in his and walk to your table together. The both of you were giggling the whole way, evidently already buzzed before you got here. You laugh even harder when Jisung almost trips on a step, causing him to tumble into you, knocking you over into the booth. The two of you are nearly hollering as you lay on the seat with Jisung’s head on your stomach.

That’s fucking obnoxious. Hyunjin takes a sip of his drink, clenching his teeth at the burning sensation. He’s seen Jisung around campus before, and always with you. Why are you guys always together? Does the guy have nothing better to do? Hyunjin is far from insecure, but seeing you attached to the hip with Jisung is nauseating to watch. It’s annoying.

Hyunjin has never seen you laugh like this before. What on earth could Jisung possibly say to make you laugh that hard? It’s excessive really. And even after Jisung removes himself from your body, he sits next to you at the booth, shoulder to shoulder as you review the menu, arms still linked. For christ’s sake, get a room.

When it appears you’ve decided on your order, Jisung leaves the table to grab the drinks. His lighthearted smile slowly drops as he approaches, when he recognizes Hyunjin leaning against the bar. Hyunjin’s expression is no better, and the two men silently eye each other as the distance closes.

“Hey.” Jisung curtly greets Hyunjin.

“Hey.” Hyunjin replies, looking straight ahead, not caring to make eye contact.

Jisung clears his throat. “I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Jisung.” He reaches a hand out.

Hyunjin scoffs before returning his handshake rather roughly. “Yeah, I know. Y/N’s sidekick, right?”

“What the hell dude? I’m no one’s sidekick.” Jisung immediately recoils, to which Hyunjin just rolls his eyes.

“Damn, she was right about you.” Jisung continues.

Hyunjin turns to face him. “Right about what?”

“That you’re a complete asshole. I can’t believe she’s put up with it for so long. It’s probably only because she’s so professional.” The drinks finally arrive and Jisung is ready to leave the conversation when Hyunjin retorts his claim.

“I wouldn’t say she’s completely professional. We’ve done some pretty unprofessional things.” He clicks his tongue.

Jisung swiftly sets the drinks back down and gets right up in Hyunjin’s face. “The fuck are you going on about? Don’t talk down on my friend like that.”

“What? You mad because I’m the one fucking Y/N and you’re not?”

“Are you insane? I swear to god if I hear you say Y/N’s name one more time—“

A loud commotion brings your attention to the bar. It had been a while since Jisung left, and you were starting to wonder what was taking him so long. You find your answer when you spot him and Hyunjin in what appears to be a verbal altercation, red in the face and both glaring at each other. As Jisung’s hand gestures get more and more aggressive, you make a beeline to the boys in fear that the confrontation might escalate.

“How many times do I need to tell you to keep her name out of your mouth?” Jisung points a finger into Hyunjin’s chest.

“How many times do I need to tell you that I don’t take orders from a noisy guard dog?”

“The only dog here is you.”

You insert yourself between the arguing duo, but they pay you no attention, still staring holes into each other.

“Can you guys calm down? You’re gonna get us kicked out.” You hiss.

“I’m not leaving until this jackass takes back what he said.” Jisung all but spits.

“That’s not happening.”

“I swear, I’m gonna make you regret ever saying shit about Y/N.”

“Yeah? I’d like to see you try.” Hyunjin snickers.

“Wait, what do I have to do with this?” You look back and forth between the two boys, thoroughly confused.

Jisung pushes you aside to get a clear path to launch himself at Hyunjin, who is equally fired up. Seeing the imminent danger arising, you cling onto his arm and pull him away from the blonde, into a tight hug. Hyunjin scoffs in disbelief, his anger rising as he watches you embrace your friend.

“Y/N let go, you’re gonna get hurt.” Jisung tries to pry you off but you don’t budge.

“So are you if you try to fight people at the bar!” You yell into his chest. “Please Jisung, just take a step outside and cool off, I’ll be right out and we can leave this place.”

He looks down at your begging eyes and slumps his shoulders in surrender. With a sigh, he agrees to leave, but not without one last word.

“Come out quickly, okay? Don’t waste your time with this piece of garbage.” He gives Hyunjin a final glare before exiting.

You turn back to Hyunjin who is somehow even more enraged than before. He’s staring at you like you murdered his whole family, which automatically puts you in defense mode.

“Are you done cuddling with your little sidekick?” He mutters.

Unsure what Hyunjin is implying with his comment, you brush it off and get straight to the point.

“Why the hell are you screaming at my friend?”

“Your friend was the one who attacked me first.” Hyunjin hisses, angrily running a hand through his hair. “He probably got jealous after I told him we’re fucking.”

Your heart drops.

“YOU WHAT?”

Hyunjin is visibly annoyed by your reaction and continues sipping his drink.

“Hyunjin what the fuck? You can’t go telling people our private business.”

“It wasn’t like I was flaunting it, he pushed me to say it.”

“I don’t fucking care, you shouldn’t have said anything.” Feeling a migraine coming on, you hold your head in anguish.

“Why does it have to be a secret? Isn’t he your best friend? Why doesn’t he know?” Hyunjin questions.

“Because Hyunjin, I get to choose who I tell these things to, not you.”

“Are you embarrassed or something?” He pauses, gauging your reaction. “You really do think I’m an asshole. You think all I’m capable of is one night stands don’t you? That I just use women and don’t give a fuck about their feelings.”

Hyunjin crosses his arms, waiting for your answer. You still can’t understand why he’s mad at you when he’s the one who made the mistake of exposing your secret. This was the first conversation you’ve had all night, and it’s been hostile from the get go. You hadn’t done anything to deserve this kind of treatment.

“Well, am I wrong?”

A switch turns inside of him when he hears your words. His enraged demeanor goes soft for a moment, as if he had expected you to disagree, as if he was hurt. But he promptly gathers himself and resumes his callous attitude.

“Nope. You’re absolutely right.” Hyunjin plainly states, refusing to look at you.

You realize how insensitive your reply was and try to take back your words.

“Hyunjin, I—“

“That’s exactly what I am—an asshole. You said it yourself, it’s not easy to fool you.” He cuts you off before you can say anything.

“I guess, all the times I tried to cheer you up, to make you feel better—that was just to get in your pants, right?” You’re speechless as he continues.

“And to think I put in all that effort to actually be nice to you, when at the end of the day, you’re just an uptight wannabe who can’t even think for herself.”

His last words were laced with venom, filled with anger and spite. At least they felt that way, as the hostility struck your veins like poison. You start to tear up. The sting was too painful to hold in. What had you done to deserve this treatment from him? All this time you had started to open your guarded heart, only to allow Hyunjin full reign to wound you even more. What a mistake that was.

Wiping your tears away, you stand firm. You give one last glance at Hyunjin, whose head is hung in defeat, brows knitted with grief. What did he have to be upset about? He’s the one who said all those hurtful things.

With a sharp inhale, you pick yourself up to leave. Hyunjin finally looks up at you, but doesn’t say another word. You have one last comment, though.

“You really are an asshole, and I was a fool to ever think otherwise.”

It hurts you to say, but only because it is really how you feel. You wish it wasn’t true. You wished so badly for so long that your doubts about him were wrong. But once again, your intuitions have never failed you, so with a heavy heart, you leave.

a/n: I’m sorry y’all 🫣 das all I gotta say 🤧

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show me what's under that pillow (one-shot)

pairing: hyunjin x afab!reader | wc: 5.8k | genre: smut with plot warnings: perv! step-brother jisung, roommate situation, mutual pining, mild possessivenes. explicit warnings under the cut. minors dni (18+) reader discretion is advised as parts of this one-shot could be disturbing to some — masterlist.

──── It started out as nothing. Hyunjin secured a good apartment and decided to find a roommate. The apartment had two bedrooms anyway, and it would help him pay the rent. He just needed something closer to the office. And so did your step-brother. 

explicit warnings: hyunjin is horny and mildly pervy. masturbation. jisung wants to fuck his step-sister (mc) + mentions of him masturbating in her room (past events). mc shares a bed with jisung. semi-public sex (jisung is in another room) - exhibitionism. oral and vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating and cum play. mild nicknames: baby, slut. they are both turned on by the fact that jisung wants to fuck her/might hear them.

──── It started out so innocently. 

It started out as nothing. Hyunjin secured a good apartment and decided to find a roommate. The apartment had two bedrooms anyway, and it would help him pay the rent. He just needed something closer to the office.

And so did your step-brother.  

Jisung worked in the same building as Hyunjin, but for a different company and on a different floor—it was a friend in common that introduced them. They got along nicely, or nicely enough to be roommates anyway. Jisung was loud at times but at least it made the apartment more lively. They were both equally messy so there were no arguments about that. 

You were there when Jisung moved in, helping him unpack his boxes. A shy girl at first but you warmed up to Hyunjin’s presence quickly enough. You were pretty. You wore lipgloss. He could see the outline of your bra under your thin, pale blue shirt. You laughed at his jokes and you smelled nice. You left early because you were going out on a date. After you left, Jisung admitted to him that he hated your boyfriend.

“He’s arrogant,” he told Hyunjin that night over beers. There were still a few boxes left to unpack but they were having pizza for dinner. “He’s possessive. I just hate him.”

You were pretty enough that Hyunjin thought he would be possessive too if you were his girlfriend.

But eventually, you broke up with the shitty boyfriend and you started hanging out more with Jisung. Here. In Hyunjin’s apartment. 

“I should probably pay some rent at this point,” you noted one time with a laugh. The three of you were sitting outside on the balcony and Hyunjin had let you use the best chair. His fancy chair. 

It kind of stopped being so innocent that day. It was the first day of spring and you were wearing a nice flowy dress with a woolen cardigan over your shoulders. Every time you leaned over the table to grab a piece of fruit, Hyunjin caught sight of your cleavage. 

“You’re always welcome here,” Hyunjin assured you. He finished his plate and excused himself momentarily, ending up in the bathroom with an aching pressure between his legs. 

Pulling his hardening cock out of his pants had been humiliating but necessary. He had been quick—tugging and squeezing himself and spreading his spit over his length to relieve himself. Were you doing it on purpose? Did you enjoy teasing him? 

He had let his pleasure building up, stroking himself with his eyes closed, his back against the door. Sweat was pearling at his temples as his breath hitched up. It was you he was seeing, printed onto his eyelids, like a wet dream, a fantasy. It was your hand he wanted around his cock. No, your mouth, your strawberry colored lips around him. His tip hitting the back of your throat as he fucked it. Your big eyes welling up with tears, your big eyes rolling at the back of your head as you choked on his fat cock. Spit and precum coating your lips and your chin. He wanted to feed you his cum and watch you swallow every drop of it. 

Hyunjin came hard, his back arching into the door, spurting his thick cum all over himself. The release had been so extreme that he couldn’t suppress the series of groans and whimpers that escaped from his lips as he came. He nearly collapsed over the sink. It took him a few instants to align a coherent thought or two. He washed his hands carefully and quickly bolted for his bedroom to get out of his cum-stained shorts, waiting for post-nut clarity to hit him.

If anybody asked he would say he had spilled juice on his other shorts. Nobody asked, but Hyunjin struggled to look you in the eyes after that. Or in your general direction. 

He’d like to say this was the first and last time this sort of event happened. This accident. This compulsion. But it would be a lie. You spent more and more time at the apartment, and Hyunjin lost more and more of his self-control. To this day, he was still waiting for post-nut clarity to hit. 

Today was no different. 

Hyunjin was just enjoying the peace and quiet of the apartment while Jisung was out shopping. He had gotten a rather good promotion at work and he wanted to treat himself to some shoes. And my sister insisted I take her with me, he had added. 

“Ask her if she wants to stay over for dinner,” Hyunjin suggested. “I was gonna order some food anyway, I’ll just make sure there’s enough for three instead.” It was such an ordinary thing to say, so naive. Innocent. But really, Hyunjin had seen the weather forecast. It would be a warm day today, and he was certain you would wear a sundress or a tank top. 

He was beyond pleased when you followed as Jisung came back home. He was holding a few bags but you had more than him. Your hair was loose over your shoulders, a little frizzy because of the humidity outside. Your cheeks were flushed and he had been right—you were wearing a pretty floral sundress. And you had no bra on that he could see. 

“Jisung my guy, couldn’t you at least be courteous and help the lady?” Hyunjin clicked his tongue and grabbed the bags from you, shaking his head playfully.

You giggled, letting him take the bags while you swapped your sandals for a pair of house slippers. “You tell him, Hyun. He doesn’t care about me.”

“I don’t—I don’t care about you?” Jisung protested, exaggerating his angry expression. “I just bought you two pairs of shoes and so many clothes!”

You tackled Jisung into the wall and walked past him, making your way to the kitchen. Hyunjin heard you searching for something in the fridge. “There’s iced tea if you’d like,” he said, making sure his voice was loud enough for you to hear from the other room. Then, more quietly, to Jisung, “I already ordered the food. And drinks.”

“Fucking yes,” Jisung sighed, already unwrapping a shoe box to show Hyunjin his new pair of sneakers. “I need to get hammered. An afternoon with her is enough to render any man clinically insane.”

“Hey, careful, fuck face. I heard you,” you called from the kitchen. “I’ve maimed men for less than that.”

Jisung paid you no mind and handed Hyunjin a pair of red-and-white sneakers. An expensive brand too. He deserved this treat. Hyunjin knew his friend was working hard, every day. 

You sat with them in the living room when the food arrived. Hyunjin could see your nipples poking through the delicate fabric of your dress. He couldn’t look away from the way your skirt rode up your legs when you stretched your back, exposing the soft skin of your thighs. It looked smooth. He wanted his fingers digging into it and dancing over your skin, feeling you all over. 

Hyunjin kept drinking shot after shot in an attempt at keeping his mind cool. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to invite you, after all. 

Still, Jisung drank a lot more than him. He was celebrating, and he seemed to be having a good time—no matter how much you distracted him, Hyunjin was happy for his friend. He even played a few rounds of Jisung’s favorite video game with him while you finished your food. And then, you played with Jisung while Hyunjin watched you, the way your brows stitched together as you were focused on winning, or how your velvety lips parted open when you were close to scoring. 

Come late night, Jisung was very drunk. After the video game, you had suggested putting on a movie that the three of you enjoyed. You were sitting on the armchair with your knees up against your chest, resting your chin on them. Jisung was too drunk to notice, but Hyunjin could swear that when the lighting was bright enough on the TV screen, he could see your panties. 

And it was driving him crazy. He kept one of the fuzzy pillows on the couch over his crotch to conceal his aching cock. Hyunjin was trying not to look. He was trying to be respectful. For fuck’s sake—your step-brother was right there on the couch with him. And yet it didn’t stop Hyunjin’s imagination from running. He wanted to rub your clit over your pretty panties, wanted you to soak through them. His cock twitched every time you laughed at something in the movie. 

“I’m hungryyyyyyyyyy,” Jisung sighed, blowing raspberries as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Is there some food left?” he asked you.

You grabbed the remote and paused the movie. “Jisung, this is your apartment, remember? You know better than me about the state of your pantry.” You exchanged a falsely annoyed stare with Hyunjin. 

“Well I don’t remember.” Jisung pushed himself up, probably hoping to find some food nearby. 

… and he fell down. 

Jisung was laughing the whole time, though—he tripped on the coffee table and collapsed on the floor, his body made limp with the several drinks he had. Hyunjin simply couldn’t resist laughing too—with him, but at him, too. 

You shook your head, bewildered. “Oh my god, you really cannot hold your liquor. What an idiot.”

Jisung pouted, still laying on the floor. “You’re mean.”

“She’s right,” Hyunjin interjected. From here, he patted his roommate's leg gently. “I think we should get you in bed, Jisung. Don’t you think?”

“But I’m hungry,” Jisung insisted.

You stood up, reaching for Jisung’s arm and pulling hard on it. “Come ON! Don’t fall asleep on the floor, I wanna watch the end of the movie!” When you leaned over to try your best to push Jisung up, Hyunjin caught sight of your tits and he almost blew his load in his pants right then and there. It was only half a second, but it was enough. 

You busied yourself with helping your step-brother—Hyunjin got up too and adjusted his cock into his pants while you weren’t looking. He was thankful he chose to wear a loose t-shirt—it was long enough that he thought his hard-on wasn’t showing too much.

Hyunjin came to your aid and together, you managed to put Jisung back on his legs and led him towards his bedroom. “I’ll go get him some cookies,” you told Hyunjin. Your breath smelled like vodka and juice. “So he shuts up.”

“Oh my god… cookies, man…” Jisung mumbled, letting himself fall onto his bed. Hyunjin stayed with him while you were in the kitchen. He wrapped a blanket around himself. “Can you make sure my sister gets home okay… call her a cab…” 

Hyunjin dimmed the lights in the room. “Don’t worry. She can sleep here too.” Sometimes, you slept on the couch. Hyunjin had offered you his room a few times but you always insisted on taking the couch. And to be honest, it was comfortable.

By the time you left two cookies on Jisung’s nightstand, he was already snoring gently. “Well, so much for the I’m hungry tantrum earlier…” You sighed, turning to Hyunjin. “Wanna go watch the end of the movie?” 

Truth be told, Hyunjin didn’t think he could. He was so hard his cock was aching. He needed relief. He needed to get rid of this pressure in his loins. And staying anywhere near you wouldn’t help. Maybe he could fake a headache and go to his room to fuck his fleshlight a few times. Whenever he did, he always imagined it was you underneath him, not some piece of silicon on top of his pillow. 

“Please?” you added, tilting your head to the side. “It’s been a while since we hung out, Hyun.”

Hyunjin had no defense against this, against you and your pretty tits underneath the light fabric of your dress, against you and your big pleading eyes. “Sure,” he managed, gulping thickly. “After you.” But he was looking at your ass the whole time, and the way your dress hugged your hips. 

When had he become like this? A disgusting pig whose cock dictated his every thought? It was you—he was only like that for you.

The living room was just as dim as it had been earlier, easing his mind a little. Somehow it was easier to be around you in the dark. Not that he didn’t like seeing you—but seeing you too well could only lead to his demise. Or to a soiled pair of boxers. 

So, he sat on the couch while you were taking some of the empty food containers off the coffee table to leave them on the floor instead, allowing you to use the coffee table as a footrest. As he grabbed the remote and pressed play, his forearm brushed against your thigh. His cock twitched painfully, and he faked a light cough to cover his whimper. 

Even though the movie played—and even though it was one of his favorite movies—Hyunjin paid barely any attention to it. All he could see was you. The blue nail polish on your toenails, and your golden anklet. Your skin, your smell, feminine and deep and inviting. Your breasts moving with you when you shifted your weight, soft and round and perfect. The way you gently nibbled your bottom lip sometimes, as if deep in your thoughts. 

Your hand, too. Sometimes it rested on your thigh and sometimes it rested on the couch between you and him. There was a lot of space on the couch and yet you had chosen to sit right next to him—sure, this side was closer to the TV, but… 

“Are you even watching the movie, Hyunjin?” 

Your question came so unexpectedly that it took Hyunjin several seconds before he even processed the words you had said. “What?” But his face was flushed already, and his breathing shallow. In his pants, his cock reminded him that he had a problem that would need solving as soon as possible. 

You bit your lip again and sat at an angle where you were facing him. Hyunjin, on the other hand, dared not move—he stayed still, his head barely turned toward you, the cushion firmly pressed against his crotch. 

“I’m not stupid,” you went on. “I saw you earlier. And just now.” You pushed your hair behind your ear. “The way you looked at me. And… where you looked at me too.” 

Dread slowly filled Hyunjin’s body, replacing his blood with a strange mix of lava and glacial waters—he was both melting and burning at once. And yet he could not look away from you and from the way you were staring at him with your lips parted open, gaze flicking from his face to somewhere below his neck. 

He knew you weren’t stupid. He knew there was no point in denying it, it wouldn’t help his cause. You had every right to be angry at him, and the least he could do was to respect you enough to act like an adult. “I’m sorry, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he muttered, lowering his gaze with shame. “I—I just—I—” But he could not find the right words or any words. The truth was too crass for him to say out loud. 

Silence filled the space between Hyunjin and you. The movie was still playing but it might as well have not been. Instead, all Hyunjin could hear was his own heartbeat and your breathing. 

You leaned closer to him, enveloping him with your scent. You motioned toward the cushion he was still holding like his life depended on it. “Give me that pillow.” 

No hesitation. “There’s another one right there.” But he was imagining that the weight of the pillow was your weight as you just ghosted his crotch, straddling him. 

You pulled on the pillow just slightly and the friction of that was enough to make him groan. He tensed up, scanning your eyes. “Take the other pillow,” he begged. 

Your lip disappeared almost entirely this time when you bit into it. That would leave a mark but it wasn’t fair. It should be him biting you hard enough to mark you. 

What you said next shocked him even more than the question from earlier. “I thought you wanted to fuck me.” Your hand did not let go of the pillow. “I thought sometimes you were hiding away from me to jerk off in your room.” Again, a nudge on the cushion, but only a half-hearted one. 

Hyunjin didn’t even have the time to be embarrassed. Although a part of him was melting into the couch because of the shame of being caught red handed, another was too curious to know where this was going.

He might be tipsy, but he was certain you were now a lot closer to him than you had been even just a minute ago. 

He spoke in a low voice, almost inaudible. “Uh—you’re very pretty. So pretty.” 

You chuckled softly, taking his face in your free hand. Your skin was smooth and warm, and you forced him to look you in the eyes. “You’re very pretty too, Hyunjin.” You looked down. “Show me what’s under that pillow, please. I wanna see.” 

He had been done for the moment you touched him. Hyunjin let you gently slide the cushion away. It fell on the floor with a muffled thud. With slow, delicate moves, you lifted his t-shirt just enough to uncover the bulge created by his cock straining against his pants. 

You hummed. “You’re very hard, aren’t you?” The hand you had on his cheek moved to his hair, disappearing into his dark locks. “How about we take care of that?” 

“Really?” What a stupid thing to say—but he genuinely couldn’t believe what was happening right now. Surely he was in a dream and he would wake up soon in the middle of his cum-stained bedsheets… Still, he nodded.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy with your little glances.” You took his hand in yours, leading it under your skirt, then between your legs. Hyunjin’s heart was beating so fast that he thought he might stroke. “Wanna feel what you’re doing to me?”

Did he want to feel you? Good god, it was the only thing he wanted. His hand moved upwards, reaching your inner thighs. You were warm there, so warm. It didn’t take long until his fingers brushed against the lace of your panties—they were cool and damp. He jumped a little, hesitating, but when he heard you sigh at the contact, he decided to press his digits harder against you, truly feeling your wetness seeping through your panties, coating his fingers. 

Something shifted in him. No more embarrassment, no more shame. Hell, for all he knew, this was a long con—maybe you had made a point of wearing revealing clothes around him to tease him like that. Maybe you liked it when he stared at your body. Maybe you had even eavesdropped when he was relieving himself…

“You’re wet,” he pointed out, keeping his hand there, his two fingers on your folds. His gaze lingered on your lips. “Can I kiss you now?” 

Instead of answering him, you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your mouth was as warm and as wet as your pussy. Hyunjin wasted no time letting his tongue explore you, feel your lips and your tongue under it. You tasted like vodka, like fruit, and now that you were so close to him, Hyunjin could smell your pussy, too. If he had already shifted to second gear, he was on his way to a speeding ticket right now, all of his inhibitions and intelligence abandoning him. 

He kissed you deeper, slower, better. He could kiss you for hours and hours with how good your mouth was. In one swift motion, you passed a leg over him, straddling him. It felt so much better than the pillow, than his hand, than anything. Hyunjin could cum right now, fuck. Your lips left his to travel down to his neck, kissing and licking him there while your hands were busy unzipping his pants. 

“Wait—” Hyunjin grabbed your wrists, stopping you. “Here? Don’t you want to go to my room?” 

You giggled and looked somewhere behind him, toward the other end of the apartment where Jisung was fast asleep in his room. “Are you scared he’s gonna hear us?” Then, without missing a beat, you added, “Don’t you want him to hear you fuck me?” 

Hyunjin couldn’t wait anymore. He needed to kiss you. He took your lips again, sucking on them gently before kissing you properly. He put his hands on your hips, pulling you closer as you resumed working on his pants. It seemed like they were difficult to unzip due to how badly his cock was pressing against them. 

“He’s your brother,” Hyunjin said between kisses. He let his hands wander all over you, your ass, soft and nice, your waist, your tits. He caressed your nipples through your dress—they were hard and sensitive, and you shivered when he touched you there. Why were you taking so damn long to pull his cock out of his pants? 

“He’s my step-brother, it doesn’t count,” you retorted, breaking the kiss to look Hyunjin in the eyes. “And he wants to fuck me anyway.” 

This should have surprised Hyunjin but it didn’t. He saw it coming—Jisung was acting a little too nice to you for it to be just a normal step-sibling relationship. 

Jealousy took over Hyunjin. He kissed you again, hungrily, a sloppy kiss. You moaned against his mouth when, finally, you managed to unzip his pants and drag his boxers down, freeing his cock. 

He was hard, straining, flushed dark at the tip, ready to explode any second. You pressed your forehead against his as you took in the sight of his shaft. “It’s big,” you commented, causing him to whimper pathetically. He needed you. Now.

You took him in your delicate hand, squeezing him at the base. Hyunjin watched with fascination as you extracted a few drops of precum from him and proceeded to swipe it away before sucking it off your thumb with a delighted moan. 

Hyunjin had only one response to that—he let his hand trail under your skirt again and pushed your panties to the side, allowing him to properly play with you. He caressed your pussylips, spreading them gently. It made a wet noise when he touched you—you were dripping already, as ready as he was. 

“Has he ever seen your pussy?” Hyunjin asked, his voice no more than a raspy breath. He didn’t want to be too loud, but he couldn’t lie now—he was hoping that Jisung would hear everything as Hyunjin stuffed his throbbing cock into your tight cunt. 

“Yes.” You sighed when Hyunjin pushed two fingers at your entrance, teasing your hole. Your head fell back as you moved your hips, chasing more friction. “I like to tease him. I wear short skirts with no panties under.” 

Hyunjin scoffed. “Why are you wearing panties tonight then?” 

You put your hand over his, making him push his fingers a little deeper inside you. You were tight, and wet, and warm. So wet that your juices were already running down his hand. Your skin was soft, too, and he liked it. 

“Because I want you to cum inside me. Because I want him to see your cum on my panties later.” 

Hyunjin shoved his fingers as deep inside you as he could, stretching you open. You cried out, clinging to him again, arching into him like the little slut you were. He had been right, then. You did like it when boys looked at you. You did want to make their cocks hard, you wanted to torture them. 

Hyunjin massaged your hole, twisting his wrist until his thumb could reach your clit, and until his fingers found the spot to make you melt. “Like this, yes, yes!” You weren’t even trying to be quiet. 

Hyunjin fingered you harder. 

“Has he ever fingered you like that, baby?” He needed to know. It didn’t matter anymore—nothing would stop Hyunjin from filling you tonight, but he wanted to know if your pussy had also milked Jisung’s cock before. 

“No, never.” You whined when Hyunjin slowed down, but he still rubbed lazy circles on your sensitive clit. He had a goal in mind—he needed to see you. 

He hitched up your skirt, revealing you to him. Fucking hell. A pussy almost too pretty to fuck, soaking wet, creamy. “I don’t believe you. A pussy like that—no one can resist it.” He pulled you closer and kissed your stomach before he pulled you away from him to lay you down on the couch, on your back. 

Your legs immediately opened for him again. “He’s too shy. He would never,” you explained. Your voice was small, shaking, but Hyunjin couldn’t look away from your swollen cunt. “He jerks off on my stuff. One time, he came in my bed. While I was in it.” 

“Keep talking baby, I wanna know everything.” As aching as his cock was, he just needed to taste you. He kissed your knees, your inner thighs, until he was in position, until his lips ghosted your pussy. You smelled good, too good. “How did he do that?”

Hyunjin wasted no time licking you. Gently at first, kitten licks all over your pussylips, taking in your taste little by little. Sweet but salty, too. You tasted like a perfectly ripe mango. His eyes rolled at the back of his head when he swallowed you. “Oh fuck,” he muttered, burying his face into your cunt. He could lick you all night if you let him. He could lick you all night if his cock wasn’t threatening to burst.

“One time he was visiting and we were just hanging out and I fell asleep.” You paused for a long time while Hyunjin licked a long drag along your folds before taking your clit between his lips. So puffy, so wet, so pretty. You tasted like a dream. “Fuck yes, don’t stop!” Your hands found his hair and pulled on it until his face was flush with your cunt. Hyunjin moaned against you, letting the vibrations of his voice travel through his tongue and onto your clit, extracting more of that sweet cream from you. 

“He… he…” You were a panting mess, and Hyunjin made eye contact with you as he sucked your clit, his big hands digging into your soft thighs. “I woke up later…” you managed, eyelids fluttering, hips thrusting into his face. “He was jerking off in my bed, he thought I was asleep.” Hyunjin needed to push your panties a little farther to the side to effectively lick you clean—you couldn’t stop leaking, it seemed. 

Hyunjin grunted, imagining the scene. You, laying on your side, with just a little of your ass showing. Jisung on the other side of the bed, a hand in his pants, discreetly rubbing his cock to that sight. You still lived with your mother and Jisung’s father—did they have any idea what you two were up to behind closed doors? 

For all Hyunjin knew, you were probably flashing your pretty cunt Jisung’s father as well. And yet, it was his mouth on your clit tonight. You had chosen him and he didn’t mind if it was to use him. He’d become your own personal fuck doll if you let him. He’d fuck you right under Jisung's eyes if that’s what you wanted. 

You didn’t even try to keep your voice down as you moaned and as you told Hyunjin your story. He loved it. It made him lick you faster, made him leave your clit to go fuck your pussy with his tongue. 

“What happened then baby?” Hyunjin asked in between kisses on your pretty cunt. 

“I pretended to move in my sleep… I showed him my pussy… Hyunjin… fuck… yes, yes, like that!” He was fucking you with his fingers again. “I was wet because it turned me on. He saw it I think. He came. He came on my bed. He was too ashamed I think, he left the room.”

Hyunjin giggled between your legs, giving your inner thigh a kiss. “You’re such a slut. I love it.” He pushed his fingers as deep as he could inside you and you cried out loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Good, he thought. Let everybody know he was finally fucking the girl inhabiting his fantasies. 

“There—there was a little bit of his cum on my sheets,” you added under your breath. “I… I took it. On my fingers. I licked it, and then I fucked myself with those fingers.”

Hyunjin saw red. He could imagine it very well—a puddle of your step-brother’s cum on your bed. A slut like you, surely, would not let that go to waste. Did you know what you were doing to him? You had to, right? You were doing it on purpose, had always been.

Hyunjin grunted, his cock so sensitive that it hurt him when it accidentally rubbed against the couch as he pulled away from you. “If being a pretty little cum dump is what you want then that’s what you get.” Your slick was still dripping from his lips and chin but he paid it no mind. 

He rid himself of his pants for good, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. You were watching him too, a hand between your legs playing with your clit as you looked at his cock. “Fuck me hard with that big cock. I need it.”

Hyunjin guided himself to your entrance, coating his length in your cream before, reveling in the feeling of it. He knew he wouldn’t last very long, but he wanted the full experience anyway. 

You rubbed yourself against his shaft, moaning desperately. Hyunjin was mesmerized by your tits and how they moved under your dress with each of your movements.

He buried himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust, stretching you open for him, largely helped by the slick coating your walls. Your eyes went blank, glazed over, mouth wide open for him as you were adjusting to him.

And him to you.

You were tight. And wet, so wet. Your cunt hugged him snugly and every little friction brought him closer to the edge. Hyunjin leaned over you, kissing you with his mouth that tasted like your pussy. His mouth still attached to yours, he pounded into you once, then twice, again and again.

You moaned against him. He could see the white of your eyes. He could see your tits bouncing under your dress. He could see the drool accumulating at the corner of your lips. It was in that moment that Hyunjin realized he loved the fact that you were a slut, because he knew you were enjoying this as much as he was. 

“Fuck—Hyunjin—you’re so—so big, yes yes, just like that!”

You didn’t hold back your moans as Hyunjin kept his relentless pace, hips rolling and thrusting and snapping into you, his cock taking up all the space inside you. He loved the sight of it, of his length disappearing in your puffy cunt, your slick and his precum leaking all over your ass and couch. He wouldn’t even clean it up—Jisung could come lick it clean if he wanted, but that cum stain would remain there for a while, as a reminder that Hyunjin had fucked you. 

You pulled his hair again when your pussy throbbed dangerously and you clenched around him, making it harder for him to keep fucking you. “Hyunjin—I’m—I’m—close—” you panted, your hot breath in his neck, your arms around him, your legs around his waist. 

Hyunjin pressed a couple of fingers on your clit to rub it nicely, to hear you sigh and moan again. He was close too—he had been close before you even touched him—but he would have kept fucking you for days. It was the best feeling he ever experienced. Your cunt was better than heaven, he was sure of it. 

You came hard, writhing and crying out under him, creaming all over his flushed cock. Your walls fluttered around him, finally undoing the knot in Hyunjin’s abdomen. 

He came too, his cock throbbing, twitching, then pulsing into your wet cunt. The release was violent—his whole body convulsed over you as he emptied himself inside your fluttering pussy, flooding you, filling you to the brim, fucking his cum deeper inside you as you both came down your highs, enjoying the aftershocks of it. 

Hyunjin stayed inside you for a little while as his cock softened. He liked the feeling of that, the smell of sex permeating the room, your bodily fluids staining you and the furniture. 

You kissed his jaw, playing with his hair a little. He kissed your back—he liked kissing you. He hoped he would get to do it again. He hoped he would get to fuck you again, too. 

“Oh, god,” he mumbled when he did pull out, a thick string of cum still attached to you and his cock. “We made a huge mess.”

You shrugged, pulling yourself up a little to see. “I like messy,” you commented, carefully placing your soaked panties over your pussy. You kissed him again, with tongue, for a long time. “I’ll know who to call when I need a good fuck.” 

Hyunjin snorted, grabbing his pants to put them back on. “You know where to find me.” 

He watched as you got on your feet, imagining all of his cum moving inside you, sticking to the lace of your panties. “Goodnight, Hyunjin.” You kissed him again. And again. 

He kissed your forehead. “Goodnight. Uh… Do you want a towel? Something? You can shower if you want,” he added, his mind still cloudy from fucking you. 

You shook your head slowly and walked away without saying a word. Hyunjin took a few seconds to assess the situation, waiting for post-nut clarity to hit. It didn’t, not really. He wanted to ask you out on a date maybe. He wanted to ask you to come sleep in his bed—he’d fuck you again in the morning, or all night maybe.

But as he made his way toward the hallway, he saw you disappear into Jisung’s room instead of the bathroom. He stood in the dark, his heart beating fast, listening. What were you doing?

You spoke in a gentle voice. “Jisung, move over. I don’t wanna sleep on the couch. Make some space.” A pause. “I know you’re not really sleeping. Come on.” 

Hyunjin knew then that one time wasn’t enough—he had foolishly thought that maybe, fucking you once would rid him of this fantasy. But it only made it worse.

He couldn’t really sleep that night, the thought of you with his cum inside you, sleeping in your step-brother’s bed still full of him, haunted Hyunjin deliciously.

a/n: well....... long time no see? I took some time "off", giving myself a little writing break. Or more specifically, smut. Putting too much pressure on yourself will do that to you I guess.. anyway, I decided I should try little writing exercises to get back into it, and this is the first piece of smut I wrote in months! Sorry if I'm a bit rusty, but I hope that practicing will help me improve!

Thank you for your patience. I know I never update, I know I'm so so soooo slow at writing. I know you guys are waiting for frog boy, and lord hwang, etc, but I needed to "break the ice" with something else before. This is it. I also have another one-shot in the works that I will hopefully post soon!

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↣ PAIRING: Jaehyun (NCT) + reader (female)

↣ GENRE: knocked up; heavy at times but mostly fluff; smut

↣ SUMMARY: You insist on keeping things casual with Jaehyun, even though he wants something more serious, but then you miss a period and in an instant, your lives are turned completely upside down.

↣ WARNINGS: some cursing; lots of dialogue involving unplanned pregnancy; descriptions of childbirth; explicit sexual content

↣ NOTES: 20k words; listening to no guidance (remix) by ayzha nyree; this is a one-shot, there will be no sequels; check the masterlist in my description for other one-shots in this collection; happy reading!

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C14 // “You were right”

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C17 // “Here goes nothing”

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C31 // “Moments❤️”

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