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BTS Fic Masterlist

© shina913, 2024

These are all of my original works unless I indicate in my A/Ns that a song, movie, TV show, or certain dialogue, or prompt inspired me. I will never claim another content creator's work as my own so please do not copy, claim my works as your own, or translate and post elsewhere.

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Updated, Oct 2023

⋰Key: Fluff (F); Angst (A); Smut (S); Crack (C)

⋰Warnings: Click on each published fic to view.

█ Ristretto (2-shot); F - A - S

A random café work day leads to something more

█ Intersect (completed series); F - A - S

You hate him, he hates you. You were both fine staying in your own lanes--until you're forced to work together on a make-or-break project for your company.

➞Splish (Drabble); F - S You and Namjoon find a way to reconnect after a busy summer at work.

➞Bag of You (Drabble); F You come across an email that wasn't meant for you and it sends your afternoon into a tailspin.

➞The Thrill (Drabble); F - S “Nooo…stop it.”

█ Art Murmur (one-shot); F - S

You and Namjoon have worked together for years. You've harbored secret crushes on each other for a long time but neither of you have had the courage to take the plunge. One summer, you decided that you've circled each other long enough.

█ Stubble (one-shot); S

So Namjoon forgot to shave…

█ The Boyfriend Experience: Namjoon; S

💬 ❝ It felt very similar to an actual date, as if we’d come back to my place after a dating app meet-up – except the part about me slipping him cash in an envelope, of course. The intimacy happened naturally. He didn’t ask me for directions on how to turn me on, I just let him do his thing. ❞

█ Flowerworks; F - A

The love you had in your past...unfinished, untested, lost love...seems so easy, so childish to those who chose to settle down. But it’s actually the purest, most concentrated stuff.

█ Cortado; F

"There must be something about trains. You never know what to expect."

█ Fire to the Low; S

Namjoon gets a new haircut but you have to wait until you’re alone to let him know just how much you love it.

█ Nothing; S

If there was anything that made you feel un-sexy, it was heat and humidity.

█ Dandelion; A - S

You and Namjoon reunite for a special evening.

█ Scions, Kim Line+JHS (ongoing series); F - A -S

Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

█ On Tilt (ongoing series); F - A - S

You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

█ Scale (completed series); F - A - S - C

Kim Seokjin lives in a world where money is no object as he is the heir to his family's lucrative company; OC is a scrappy go-getter who has to work hard at multiple jobs to meet her financial obligations. When their paths cross, they'll have to figure out whether they can find a balance point between themselves and their lives.

█ Scions, Kim Line+JHS (ongoing series); F - A -S

Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

█ Nothing; F - S

You can’t get laid while on vacation with your kids…or can you?

█ Swing (ON HOLD); F - A

█ The Boyfriend Experience: Seokjin (coming soon)

💬 ❝ Sex is complicated. Desire is usually involved…feelings can end up being involved, even love and commitment may become part of the equation. ❞

█ Revenant (one-shot); F - A

You wake up from a dream and tell Yoongi about it.

█ Churned (one-shot); S

A long weekend away with your friends turns out to be more interesting when they invite an unexpected guest.

█ Whirr (one-shot); F

A morning commute with Yoongi.

█ Stalemate (completed miniseries); F; A; S

"The truth is, I'm not afraid to take that gamble anymore...in the off-chance that I get lucky again and feel the way I felt when I was with you. I'd happily make that bet over and over."

█ The Boyfriend Experience: Yoongi

💬 ❝ When I saw my gynecologist recently after not having sex for a year, she told me, ‘You need to be having sex.’ She told me that my vagina was 'drying up.’ Sex, in and of itself and for its own sake, is also important for a woman’s physical health. ❞

█ Glorified Memories; A

Another late-night phone call with Yoongi

█ Nothing; F

Based on @novelbear 's writing prompt: "brushing their hair for them and smiling fondly as they just ramble about their day"

█ Percussions; A

Min Yoongi, a former CIA explosives expert, now works as a hired hitman. You contact him to enlist his help in exacting revenge on a family of mobsters who murdered your family years ago. Complications arise when Yoongi finds a personal connection to your case.

█ Scions, Kim Line+JHS (ongoing series); F - A -S

Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

█ Sunshine: A Scions Story; F - A -S

A look back at how things between you and Hoseok came to be.

█ Nothing; F

You and Hobi try to make dinner until you start bickering.

█ The Boyfriend Experience: Hoseok (coming soon)

💬 ❝ The majority of women are after some company or someone to listen. It’s often easier to speak to someone anonymous than it is to share details with people close to us, for fear of judgment. Also, people who pay for sex aren’t just losers who can’t get fuck in real life. It’s usually about the thrill. ❞

█ Waves; S

It's Valentine's Day and your boyfriend decides to spice things up with a little surprise for you.

█ The Boyfriend Experience: Jimin; F - S

💬 ❝ By the time he knocked at the door, I was a bottle of wine deep. I answered sheepishly, gripping onto a nearly empty wine glass. He let me know that it’s everyone’s first time once and that there was no need to be nervous. I didn’t need to do anything I didn’t want to. ❞

█ Nothing; F

You surprise Jimin for his birthday.

█ Spin (mini series); F - S

You and your BFF are on the prowl--but mostly you. You find a prospect sitting alone at the bar and shoot your shot.

█ Scions, Kim Line+JHS (ongoing series); F - A -S

Four grown siblings return to their childhood hometown after their father is declared to be terminal. They are forced to live under the same roof for days, along with their overbearing mother, to say their final goodbyes. It starts off nostalgic until some unresolved family issues along with an assortment of spouses, exes, and might-have-beens make things even more interesting.

█ The Boyfriend Experience: Taehyung; F - A - S

💬 ❝ If I can hire a massage therapist to help relieve my back pain, a hairdresser to cut my hair, a mechanic to service my car and a handyman to replace a broken door, I should be able to legally hire a man to have sex with me. ❞

█ Nothing; F

You wake Taehyung up at the crack of dawn to get some pastries.

█ Gradation (completed series); F - A - S

On your wedding day, your fiancé leaves you at the altar. While reeling from the embarrassment and heartbreak, your best friend, Jungkook, wants to do everything that he can to help you heal.

█ Coquet (completed series); F - A- S

On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your family–whom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your ex–who happens to be the best man–a little jealous.

█ The Boyfriend Experience: Jungkook; F

💬 ❝ He’s a confident man who takes pride in his appearance, but also in how he treats other people. He loves to have a good time, but still holds strong values on being respectful and well-mannered. Chivalry is not dead! ❞

█ Satiated; S

A week without Jungkook has you anxious to get him naked...but things don't work out quite as planned. Your body betrays you and you fall short. Will you finish the job yourself or let him help?

█ Permission; F - S

You get more than what you bargained for during your friend’s bachelorette party weekend.

█ Nothing; F

“I was thinking maybe we could take a quick nap?”

█ Self-Care Sunday; F

You arrive at your mani-pedi appointment to find out that your usual technician is unexpectedly out. Instead, the salon owner’s son offers to do your nails instead.

█ The Boyfriend Experience; F - A- S

The Boyfriend Experience. Always discreet. Satisfaction guaranteed.

█ Nothing (masterlist); F - A - S

A collection of drabbles featuring established relationships in domestic and (mostly) fluffy settings inspired by Bruno Major's song of the same title.

Okay, guys like, seriously, this is a fantastic edit. Now that Jinnie is home, maybe some rumors will stop, and the boys can fulfill their dreams for themselves and as a group. Genuine Army will support you no matter what. 💜💜💜

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"The legendary seven, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and shit head (Jeon Jungkook). The top students and the wealthiest, they always mean trouble."

Title: Gamer Boy (M)

♡ Summary: Y/N is just an average student at Seoul University but what she doesn’t know is that the person she’s been watching YouTube videos, streams, and having a crush on is the university heartthrob!

♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, smut, enemies to lovers, secret identity, fan girl, pride and prejudice inspired kind of and angst 

Title: Mutual Understanding (M)

♡ Summary: She wants nothing to do with love and he hates relationships. Perfect.

♡ Genre: Romance, angst, smut, slow burn, fake relationship au, and cat and mouse vibes

Title: Unread (M)

♡ Summary: Having a crush is hard especially on someone like Kim Namjoon. At least her letters can tell him how she feels without facing the sad reality.

♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, smut, extremely shy reader, heartfelt and crush situation

Title: All The Stars (M)

♡ Summary: Yoongi is asked by his father to visit his grandmother. The only problem is, its in the country side. Going to the country side is dreadful doesn't matter if his grandmothers helper is cute.

♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, and big city boy and small town girl

Title: Why We Broke up (M)

♡ Summary: It's been a year but Jimin can't stop thinking about Y/N. He doesn't even remember why they broke up. Going down memory road and realizing who you are is hard. Is it to late to get her back?

♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, smut, flashbacks, slow burn, lovers to exes, and exes to lovers

Title: Dancing Queen (M)

♡ Summary: Two sides of the same coin. Hoseok does hip-hop dance while Y/N does ballet. She's from a prestigious dancing family that looks down on other dance forms but she isn't like her family.

♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, smut, opposites attract, love at first sight and romeo and juliet vibes

Title: Pretty Boy (M)

♡ Summary: Somehow someone knows everyone's business. Espically the legendary seven's lives. Seokjin has always been curious about this but never really looked into. He's too focus on figuring out his future wife.

♡ Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, smut, sisters best friend, childhood friends, one sided love to enemies, enemies to lovers and arranged marriage

This whole story is amazing!💜💜💜

Her Mate: Demon!Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Incubi!Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 9k

Summary: Seonghwa's "unconventional" upbringing gave him a strong sense of self-control. Yet, whenever he is near you, he finds himself weakening at the sight of his "mate".

Tags: polyamorous relationship, open relationship, m/m/m/f relationship, light dom/dub themes, implied childhood trauma, implied underage sex, mentions of bisexual sex, incest, office sex, oral sex (m. and f. receiving/giving), anal fingering, rimming, rimjob, vaginal fingering, rough oral sex, window sex, mind games (not on reader), implied dub-con (not with reader), foreplay, nipple play, breast play, tongue fucking (vaginal and anal), messy cum stuff, spitting, light spanking, self-lubrication, cum swallowing. Also, if you happen to know who Marquis de Sade is...um, yeah, he's mentioned too.

Pretty Lady Masterlist

Previously on Pretty Lady

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“And if I only could, I’d make a deal with God and I’d get him to swap our places. Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building with no problems…”

He found the song suitable for your voice. Seonghwa often thought you had the soprano range of the singer, which befit the genre and eras you loved so much. Of course, you could sing a bit higher but not by much. Yeosang begrudgingly admitted you had a nice singing voice, though could use improvement. Seonghwa disagreed. He enjoyed listening to you sing while you tended to your plants or danced around your room or dressed or undressed or any other time he caught you. You often became shy or awkward when you knew someone watched you, like the beautiful singing birds on the branches. So, whenever he caught wind of your voice, he quietly approached. 

Seonghwa found you in your bedroom, headphones on and head nodding to the music while you worked. He noticed small bags of dirt and fertilizer beside your desk and on the other side bags of various seeds. He knew you sometimes grew plants in your bedroom, turning it into a smaller version of a greenhouse, but they’re usually stuck to the walls or floors. This one sat in a small pot. Seonghwa leaned against your bedpost, brushing his fingers over the peonies on the footboard, while he enjoyed your singing. It was similar to watching an animal in its natural habitat. You looked at ease, unguarded and peaceful. He liked you this way. The slave he’d known always remained quiet, obedient in doing what she was told. The Lady of Eden spoke her mind often and even bit back. Seonghwa wondered if that was the real you. He imagined the ambitious, clever woman who managed to break the glass ceiling into power with her looks alone. Just because you didn’t go to college didn’t mean you weren’t intelligent. A woman owning her own scamming company needed a brain. 

“Oh come on, baby. Oh, come on, darling. Let me steal this moment from you now. Oh, come on angel. Come on, come on, darling. Let’s exchange the experience.”

“What are you up to, Kitten?” he asked, unable to call you anything else now. 

You jumped at his voice, laughing softly from the small rush. “Gaia showed me how to make hybrid plants,” you told him, removing the headphones. “I’ve been giving it a shot.”

Ever since your family decided to train you themselves, your powers have grown exponentially. Your mother told him you’d taken to your training like a fish to water. She said you had a talent for regrowing and strengthening your “children”. He did note how the greenhouse plants thrived underneath your care, much more than they did with him. Rhea mentioned your stable control. Whenever she purposefully ticked a nerve, no doors blew open or plants shooting to strangle anyone. Seonghwa was glad for this. He’d worried he’d be replacing broken doors for all eternity. 

“Come look,” you beckoned him over to your desk. When he reached you, he saw a tiny sprout in the plant. About the height of a pencil, it had arrowhead petals the color of opals with a center a blood red. The flower moved to “look” at him, and he heard it give the softest of coos. “I thought of making flowers that have gemstone colors,” you said. “I think they’d look beautiful. This one is supposed to be opals. I hope when it gets bigger, the petals shine like them too.”

“It’s gorgeous,” he said, putting an arm around your waist. “Is this the first one?”

“No,” you frowned. “The first two didn’t take or die right away. This one has lasted overnight, so I have high hopes for her.” 

You cupped the top of the flower, running your thumb over a petal. He saw how lovingly you looked at your creations. 

“Sometimes, I wish I was a plant,” he said without thinking. 

“What?” you looked over at him, amused.

“Then perhaps you’d look at me the way you look at them,” he said, gazing over your face. 

“I do,” you admitted, turning to him. “You’re just not looking at me when I do it. It kind of ruins the whole ‘looking-when-they’re-not-looking’ if you knew.” 

You slid your hands up his chest to his shoulders. Briefly, he thought back to the first time he’d seen you. The glowing firelight behind you illuminated your features, and caught itself in your hair. You shook with fear, but that quickly dissipated when he licked your center. Not because you’d fallen in love with him, but because you saw you weren’t going to “die”. You understood the benefits of being a duke’s pet. Being a slave to one of Asmodeus’s heirs came with more pros than cons. However, as time went on, he hoped your feelings might have changed. Perhaps you no longer see him as your ‘Master’, whom you must obey and fear, but as a partner. A lover. A ‘mate’, as his mother had said. Gently, he caressed your cheek as he studied your face. 

“Which you’re doing right now,” you giggled, breaking him free of his thoughts. 

“Forgive me,” he said. “I…I get caught up in my thoughts, sometimes.”

“Well, what were you thinking about?”

“How my mother called you my ‘mate’ the other day.”

“She’d said that?”

“You weren’t in the room. She’d said, ‘I heard you have a mate. What’s it like biting from the same apple as your brothers, Seonghwa?’”

“Ugh, she’s the worst. What did you say?”

“That you’re more of a peach than an apple,” he smirked, pecking your lips, “And that sharing you with people I love doesn’t bother me at all.”

“It doesn’t?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I love my brothers. I love them more than what is considered appropriate,” he huffed a laugh, “So sharing you with them doesn’t bother me. I take it that it doesn’t bother you either?”

“Not one bit,” you grinned, arms around his middle. “I’m a lucky girl.”

“Very,” he said, hands going up and down your back. The sweet honeyed scent he loved threatened to overpower his senses. “Would you want to be?”

“Be lucky? Yeah.”

“No,” he chuckled, “Be my…Be my mate.”

“Like a girlfriend?”

“Sure.” 

“I thought I was?” you looked up at him. “Did you think we weren’t?”

“I didn’t know what to think, if I am honest,” he admitted. “This all happened quite suddenly, and I haven’t had a moment to really think about it.” 

“You? Mr. Brooding didn’t have time to mull over something for hours?” you teased, making him smile rather than scowl. 

“I’ve been concerned with more important things lately,” he said. “Also, I…”

“Was scared that I wouldn’t feel the same way,” you finished for him. 

“Yes,” he breathed bashfully. 

“I do,” you said. “I can’t believe I do, but nobody has ever made me feel how you and the others do.” You played with the serpent stick pin on his tie. “The guys I dated before felt so shallow and meaningless. They left just as fast as they’d appeared. Most of them had wives or girlfriends too, whom they always chose over me, their ‘mistress’. I…” you stared at the golden pin, not wanting to meet his eyes as you spoke, “I meant nothing to them. I want to say they meant nothing to me, but that wasn’t always true. I did like some of them. But, I always knew it wouldn’t last. I had goals, and sometimes I gave up nice things for them. My life seems so hollow now that I look back at it. I had no one. Nobody stayed or wanted to stay.” He spotted tears glistening in your eyes and you turned away. 

“You have me,” he said, gently lifting your chin. “I want to stay, and I want you to stay. I feared you might decide to live in Eden after all, and leave me. Thoughts of never seeing your face or hearing your singing made me feel empty.” 

You smiled softly, tracing his sharp jaw down to his neck. “And I thought San was the romantic one.”

“I can be too,” he said, taking your hand to kiss your knuckles, “When the mood strikes me.” 

“You remind me of those guys in those sappy dime-store novels,” you said.

“Dime-store novels?”

“You know, the little books they sell in the magazine section that have those dramatic, idealized covers? You remind me of them. There’s always these long love confessions and romance scenes that lead into steamy sex right afterwards. She’ll be a woman running away from something or have a traumatizing past; he’ll always be the small town farmer or the shopkeeper or a lumberjack with a stern face but heart of gold. They find each other through various circumstances-it changes all the time- and end up falling in love despite the odds.”

He chuckled at your description, supposing it might be true. “You mean bodice-ripper romances?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you shrugged. “The girl is always swooning and the guy has his shirt open, and he’s super muscular. You remind me of them a little bit.”

“That I’m muscular and always have my shirt open? Sounds more like San to be fair.”

You giggled, “Because you’re the sexy bookish guy who pretends he’s not interested in the protagonist when really he is.” He let your fingers hook around his lapel to bring him in for a kiss. 

“Except I make my interest in you very known.”

He gave you a few brief kisses, wanting desperately to go further. Seonghwa knew the result of kissing you too deeply, and the temptation reached inside him the longer he stood in front of you.

“Don’t go,” you said, your lips against his. “Stay with me.”

“I have work to do.”

“Is it really that important?” you asked, hands going into his black curls. You gave him a few pecks, then said, “So important you’d leave me behind?” You placed his hand on your chest, urging him to fondle you. “I thought you loved me.”

“I do,” he said, giving it a gentle squeeze, “But unfortunately I do one of the most important jobs in Hell.” He gave you another kiss, controlling his lust for you. “You know I come back at lunch time.” He tugged at the bra strap exposed by your off-the-shoulder shirt, pulling it as far as it’d go. Seonghwa started a trail of kisses from your neck to where the strap stopped. “I never pass on a good dessert,” he said, pressing his lips to the top of your breast.

“I suppose waiting makes it better,” you huffed. “Should I wear your favorite when you come home?”

Seonghwa groaned softly, kissing up your neck. An image of you in his study, wearing a short pleated skirt, cropped top, and knee high socks filled his thoughts. But, responsibility came before pleasure.

“Yes,” he breathed, tempted to tug down your shirt and bra to kiss your nipples. “I’d love that.”

“I can put it on for you now,” you told him in his ear. “Would you like to watch me put it on?”

“I would if I could, Kitten,” he said, forcing himself away from temptation.

“Fine,” you frowned, fixing your shirt. “I’ll stay and wait for you to come back.”

Seonghwa, not wanting to leave you frowning, kissed you one more time as he slid his hand into your shorts. You weren’t wet, but he groaned at the heat on his fingers. You clutched his arm suddenly, stiffening at the hand slowly rubbing circles against your panties. Even if you’d started going around without them, you wore them for him. He liked it because pulling them off you felt more like unwrapping a present, your sweet sex being the gift.

“Jongho,” he called out, watching you slowly uncoil at his touch. He heard Jongho appear from nowhere.

“Yes, Master?”

Seonghwa knew the butler did everything he could not to notice what was happening. He smirked over at him, “Your mistress needs some attention, but sadly I must head to the office. Why don’t you lend her a hand?” He gently pulled down your shorts to reveal the soft, cotton panties underneath. “Where do you want it?”

“I want you right here,” you brought him to you, sitting on the desk while you pulled him between your legs. “Just a few licks at least? Your tongue is so much better.”

“You’ll have my tongue later,” he said, knuckles running up and down your slit. “For now, you can enjoy Jongho’s tongue. Don’t you like getting eaten out by him?”

“I love it,” you said, “But I want you, Master.”

“And you will have it,” he said more firmly, “Later.” He kissed your lips, then turned back around. “Jongho, come here.”

Jongho took his place in front of you. Seonghwa stood and watched as your most loyal servant kissed and fondled you. He knew he was a goner when you passionately kissed him, both your tongues sliding over lips and teeth like eels. Leaning against your bedpost once more, he observed as Jongho started sucking and kissing your nipples. His low groans matched yours as you withdrew him from his trousers. Only half hard, Seonghwa knew with a few more kisses and the right strokes, his cock would be throbbing madly. Soon, Jongho sank to his knees to kiss your center. You held onto the edge of your desk as he deepened it, sliding his tongue over your clothed sex and hands gripping your thighs. Your face scrunched up from pleasure, body shifting to grind to his face, you looked too good to pass up. He knew with a bit of persuasion, his brothers would’ve jumped at the chance, but Seonghwa didn’t.

“Would you like me to take them off, Mistress?” Jongho asked you, “Or simply move them aside?”

“Take them off,” you said, looking over at Seonghwa, “So our master can see your tongue on my clit.”

So he did. You lifted one leg onto the desk to give him a perfect view of your naked pussy. Seonghwa bit his inner cheek, knowing you’re doing everything in your power to bring him back over to you. Jongho stuck out his tongue and flicked it against your clitoris, languidly rolling it counter-clockwise. Seonghwa intently watched the servant tease your folds, wetting them with his tongue and your stickiness. He moved back over to you, but only to remove your shirt and tug down your bra. Seonghwa groped at one of them, pinching and teasing your nipple as Jongho licked your cunt.

“I don’t want him to put anything in you,” he instructed, licking his thumb to rub on your hard nipple. “He can only rub and lick your holes. He can touch and lick any of them, but his dick goes nowhere near them,” he said, looking down to see Jongho sucking your throbbing clit. “Do you know why, Kitten?”

“Because they’re your holes, Master,” you smiled, loving the dynamic between you, “And nobody fucks them but you.”

“That’s right. You’re such a good girl,” he said, moving to grope the other side, “I want you to come to my office at exactly eleven o’clock. There, you’re going to sit on my desk facing the windows, legs open, and patiently wait for me. If you’re not there and/or my holes aren’t presented for me when I get there, I’m going to punish you in my favorite way. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Repeat my order back to me.”

“You want me-me at your office at eleven o’clock, sitting on your desk facing the windows, and presenting your holes patiently. If I’m not there or your holes aren’t ready, you’ll punish me in your favorite way.”

“Good girl,” he gave you a soft kiss. “And, yes, wear my favorite outfit today. No panties. No bra. Just the top, the skirt and those knee-high socks I like.”

“May I-I cu-cum, sir?”

He considered it for a moment. It will be a while before he sees you, and it’d be wrong of him to leave it for so long. “Since you thought to ask, yes,” he nodded, “You may only cum twice. Any more and I punish you.” 

Perhaps he was one of your bodice-ripper characters after all. Jongho sped up his lapping tongue, having you tense in his grasp. He’d kill a slew of men to stay by your side, admiring you as Jongho pleasured you over and over again. Suddenly, he reminded himself of another man he’d grown up with. He’d prefer not to think about him.

He kissed you one last time, a promise of ‘later’ on his lips before he left. The walk from your bedroom to the front door gave him a minute to shake you off him. The warm air outside blew your scent off his clothes, and dried the kisses left on his skin. Everything in him told him to go back inside and ravage you the way you deserved, but he’d learned a long time ago that promises and time make it much better.

‘You make your prey wait. You let them dangle by their wrists, keep the blindfold over their eyes, and let the fear stew inside. By the time you return, the sound of your footsteps amplifies all the senses. If you break them well enough, they’ll grow hard or wet at the thought of you.’

Seonghwa stepped into his carriage, hearing the driver crack a whip to get it moving. Unlike San and Hongjoong, Seonghwa did not grow up in the mountains and hills of southern Korea. He’d been born in a small hanok in a village before being taken away to be raised elsewhere. His mother’s “children'' did not only serve her from her homeland. They served in all corners of the world and came from all walks of life. From the beggar on the streets of London to an advisor to an Egyptian pharaoh, his mother had many followers. She decreed Seonghwa would be raised as nobility, considering he’d be a Duke of Lust when he came of age. She first sent him to the French countryside to live with a witch who’d served her well. Amaline was a Duchess by marriage, having gained her position through black magic and love potions. She told his mother she’d train and educate the boy but only until she birthed a child of her own. Judging by her husband’s crazed obsession with her and their nightly passions, this did not take very long.

At five-years-old, Seonghwa then stayed with a peasant couple in Paris. Dominique and Fabien Bacque owned a very popular bakery in the city, where they forced Seonghwa to work. They believed since his mother never came around, they could get away with treating him like scum. They forced him to go by a “proper” name that was easier to pronounce. 

‘Announcing his lordship, Jean Baptiste Bacque, the filthiest, loathsome rat this side of France!’ Fabien often proclaimed in his dingy bakery, ale in his hand as he and his friends laughed. 

Fabien did not laugh for long, however. When his mother arrived to see him, her fury flared at his condition. Her son, a child of the great demon prince Asmodeus, wore rags and was filthier than a street rat. Her son, a Lord of Hell and Duke of Lust, could not read or write. He recalled the vicious hounds his mother set upon the couple. Seonghwa still remembered their screams as the demonic hellhounds tore them to pieces before his eyes.

Seonghwa, twelve-years-old and still growing, went to live in Paris with a nobleman his mother knew well. While Donatien didn’t serve his mother, the Marquis de Sade served his father faithfully since his late teens. Donatien was not only a nobleman, Seonghwa learned, but a writer, political activist and libertine. If anyone was fit to care and educate her son, it was Donatien. This is when his name changed again.

‘Baptiste is such a common name. From now on, you are Jean Hercule Francois, the new Viscount de Sade.’

Still young and new to the world, Seonghwa took to his new position much faster than Hongjoong did later on. Donatien saw his eagerness to learn, his passion for poetry and music, and let him indulge in things like sword fighting, horse riding, croquet, astrology, botany and science. Seonghwa grew up alongside Donatien’s other children, forging close bonds through their lifetimes. It was when Seonghwa turned fourteen that Donatien took him away to the countryside. In a lavish retreat outside of Paris, Donatien told his protege that he’d be taking over his education from then on. Seonghwa thought he meant language, philosophy, literature, swordplay and etiquette. While he’d been half-way right, Donatien taught him more than just that. 

“We’re here, my lord,” the driver said. 

“Thank you.” 

Seonghwa stepped out of the carriage and walked towards a tall building in the middle of a bustling intersection. On the fringes of the main gates, crowds of lost souls wandered in through the stone entrance, crossed a wide bridge, and right into the bowels of the tower. There, they’d be funneled into the long, winding halls of the lower cells where they’d be taken into rooms to be assessed. Seonghwa led a team of demons who had the same mind digging ability as him. Seonghwa reached the glass doors, withdrew his employee ID and swiped to gain entry. He bypassed coworkers on their way into work, making idle chatter in the elevators just to keep up appearances. But, his mind kept going back to his old mentor and guardian, Donatien. 

He started with simple drawings and sharing the pornography he wrote. Donatien taught Seonghwa all about the human anatomy from erogenous zones to the various acts people can do to achieve pleasure. He often brought prostitutes to the estate to perform demonstrations. Donatien would lie with them while Seonghwa watched through a hole in the wall. He explained all the new thoughts, curiosities and sensations his adolescent brain took in. Soon, Seonghwa was sitting beside the bed as Donatien engaged in sexual acts with both men and women. Then, Seonghwa moved to the bed, where his teacher taught him how to pleasure his partners. Donatien hosted full on orgies in his home just for his “son” to experiment and indulge in all sorts of acts. If it weren’t for his demon blood, Seonghwa is sure he would’ve contracted a disease.

When Seonghwa was sixteen, Donatien showed him what he’d done with the servant girls he’d hired to attend to his son.

“Good morrow, Seonghwa,” an elderly demon said as he walked by the elevator. “A fine day for digging, huh? Lots of fresh prisoners down in the dungeons today!”

“As there are every minute of every day, Lord Byron,” said Seonghwa good naturedly. “How are things in your section?”

“Wonderful,” he smiled. “Absolutely wonderful. Our numbers have gone up since that terrible war ended. I forget which one, but it’s one of the larger ones. Yours?”

“We’ve kept good numbers. Nothing to boast of by all means, but my team does their best with what we’ve gotten.”

“You’ll come up soon, son. You’re very talented for such a young demon.”

Seonghwa and Lord Byron talked on their way to sections four and six of the office floors. The pair split up, and Seonghwa walked through a door into a long hallway. 

Bondage. Sadism. Masochism. Using ropes, whips, chains, and canes to bring pain and pleasure to his partners became the primary focus of his teenage studies. They did not have the advanced sex toys of the modern age, but they had the basics. Seonghwa didn’t like the bloody, violent extremes Donatien took his partners to, but he enjoyed breaking them. Not only in body, but in the mind. He learned how to turn a servant girl from reluctant to desperate with more than slaps to the ass. He learned about his talent for mind digging during this time. It was easy to persuade and trick others when he knew their deepest, darkest desires. He often used it for personal gain or to have an advantage over a rival, but he enjoyed it most in his dungeon.

“Morning, Mr. Park,” said a young woman sitting at a desk beside his office door.

Seonghwa noticed how Mya’s tight button blouse and pencil skirt made her scarlet skin pop. Thin stockings covered her long legs, ending just beneath the hem of the skirt. Behind her thin rimmed glasses, bright orange eyes twinkled at him flirtatiously. A look to tantalize him. Seonghwa didn’t particularly care. Mya looked like every other succubus he’d met throughout his life. He honestly had trouble telling them apart sometimes. 

“Morning,” he said. “Mya, I have an important meeting at eleven o’clock, and I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Of course, sir,” she typed out the order in her computer, “The person’s name?”

“YN,” he told her. “You’ll know her when you see her, trust me.”

“Shall I cancel your appointment with your brother then?”

“Yes, go ahead. Hongjoong will understand.”

Hongjoong would do the same thing if it were him, and he’d understand. 

He remembered the day he’d come to get his little brother from his village in Korea. A scruffy boy with crimson hair hanging over defiant eyes, Hongjoong didn’t like the posh life Seonghwa lived for so long. He didn’t share the French people’s catholic views, he scowled at their abundance and wealth, and spat at their feet when they criticized him. Seonghwa did his best to educate and train his brother to be a gentleman, but Hongjoong was far from it. At fifteen, he was getting drunk and gambling with the scum of the city. He bedded whores of all kinds, and engrossed himself in depravity. Donatien took a liking to him right away and so did Seonghwa. He’d never known a boy to be so bold and brash; he’d never met someone who scowled at priests, spat at city guards, and laughed in the face of authority figures. It intrigued him. He’d started sharing his partners with Hongjoong, but it seemed his brother only desired one person.

“Put it in me, Hwa. I want us to be one,” he’d said, whining and squirming as Seonghwa jerked him off during a hunting trip. 

When Donatien went to prison for his lewd, lascivious behavior, which was illegal at the time, it became only them. Seonghwa and Hongjoong disappeared into their own world in that retreat. They were two demons who’d found each other in an ever-changing world. Neither of them had ever met another demon before, but everything they felt came so naturally. Him admiring Hongjoong’s narrow, upturned nose and soft lips as he slept felt as natural as watching the clouds drift by. They didn’t hide their love. They didn’t care if the church and the law spoke against it. Hongjoong and him shared a bond that nobody else understood. 

Seonghwa logged into his computer, where a photo came up on the screen. San. Sweet San who loved freely and often. In the picture, he sat lounging by a window laughing at a joke Hongjoong told. His smile lit up his face and squinted his eyes, a look that made people swoon. San came along much later with slicked back hair and a fancy suit. Unlike Hongjoong and Seonghwa who arrived in Hell when they came of age, San had died in the living world. He didn’t like mulling over the details, and he never pushed for details. All he knew was his brother died young and brutally. Fifteen, skinnier than a twig with lost puppy eyes, the pair brought him into their ancient home right away. Seonghwa trained him to be the proper gentleman Hongjoong refused to be. He’d decided while they might be Asmodeus’s sons, they would not be scoundrels. They would uphold the family name and image. Hongjoong struggled with that most days. 

San, on the other hand, was a golden boy. Not only physically attractive, and kind-hearted, he proved to be an athlete as well. His skill with weaponry remained unmatched in Seonghwa’s eyes. He’d seen sixteen-year-old San take down a full grown demon with quick, fluid movements. Some people found it hard to believe San was Asmodeus’s son with his skills. The skinny boy who’d come to his doorstep bloody and weeping turned into a golden god. Seonghwa and Hongjoong found it harder and harder to ignore his physical beauty as he grew. They’d taken to watching him bathe through peepholes or finding excuses to get him naked in front of them. Seonghwa never admitted he’d bought the hot tub as another way to admire his sweet brother’s body. 

“If you wanted to watch me jerk off, you could’ve just asked,” he’d said when he confronted them in the lounge one night. 

The three of them became inseparable. 

“Seonghwa,” the call came after three knocks on the door. An older demon with stark white hair and olive green skin stood in a tweed suit in the doorway. “How are you, old boy?”

“Wishing I’d stayed home,” he snorted with a laugh that the man joined. 

“After seeing that lovely mate of yours, I don’t blame you,” he said. “Urik’s called a department meeting. He says it’s urgent.”

“I’ll be there.”

The man disappeared, and Seonghwa thought about what he’d said. ‘Mate’. He’d heard many people refer to you with the primitive term. He thought about what you’d both talked about, and it made him fonder of you. 

He wished he’d given in to you. 

****

“Minos dares to say we have been misplacing prisoners.” 

“What does he mean by that? We are the ones who see into their misdeeds and only give suggestions.”

The meeting would never end. Seonghwa leaned back in the leather chair, eyes constantly glancing over to the clock on the wall. It’d be eleven in fifteen minutes. In fifteen minutes, he’d have you in his arms. In fifteen minutes, he’d be entirely consumed by you. But first, he must suffer the most boring part of his job: manager meetings. 

This could’ve been an email. 

“He believes we’re being too careless with our suggestions. He says a person who should’ve been sentenced to Wrath was instead sentenced to Pride.”

“Yes, because the prisoners carried out their misdeeds through their pride.”

He wondered if you’d cum at all. You must have. It’s been three hours since he left home. You’ve likely already used up your two free orgasms by now. Seonghwa liked imagining Jongho, drunk on your lips, pleasuring you as long as he physically could. He already knew you could go for hours with your heightened sexual appetite and stamina. Seonghwa thought of every time he laid with you and his brothers. With the natural lust of demons and the constant burning desire combined with your special kisses, the four of you made love almost nonstop. Once Seonghwa tasted one of you, he found it hard to stop. 

“But he claims the wrath outweighs the pride.”

He couldn’t wait to taste you. He might take off the entire day just to have you to himself. 

“Seonghwa, what do you make of these claims?”

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. At a long table in a conference room, Seonghwa sat with the heads of departments and his boss, a demon named Urik. The whole table turned when Urik addressed him. He must have appeared too in thought. 

“That Minos is being his usual stubborn, complicated self,” he answered, grasping at an answer. “For thousands of years, he’s made claims that we’re not working to his standards. He sits in his chair, passes judgment, and acts as if it’s our fault if the prisoner is sent back. The man takes no responsibility for his own faults.”

“As I have said,” claimed another demon, Lucinda. “We cannot take him so seriously, Urik. His mind is going and his judgment wanes.” 

Urik, broad and red, nodded with his hands clasped on the desk. “Regardless, Prince Belphegor has commanded all of us to undergo training courses-”

“-Training courses?” exclaimed Bazil, green and horned. “Uh-uh, I will not retake a bunch of baby courses because Minos has convinced the Prince of Sloth that we do not take our jobs seriously. I am extremely thorough with my digs, and give the most sensible, honest suggestions I can make.” 

“Regardless, it is The Prince’s command and we must abide by it,” said Urik. He picked up a stack of binders that he handed to Lucinda. Seonghwa watched them be passed around the table. “These are the recommended courses. It details everything from basic training to advanced digging techniques. I want you to relay this order to your teams, and make sure they are done by the weekend.”

“You’re not serious?” asked an elderly, pot-bellied demon named Arthur. “My team has been working all week on a new batch of prisoners. They can’t be expected to put that aside to work on this.”

“They will have to find the time,” said Urik.

Seonghwa opened the binder to study the different courses. It’d be like Minos, Judge of Souls, to lay blame on the sin seers. He wondered who’d placed you. Personally, he would’ve sent you to Greed rather than Lust. A good chunk of your actions were fueled by a desire for more: more money, more power, and more respect. It could be argued that you enjoyed the feeling of triumph and superiority over the actual material rewards. 

“Urik, you know how ridiculous this is,” said Lucinda.

He then thought of your behavior this morning. You’d ensnared him with your charms and pouting, and he almost gave into it. You loved how sex made you feel, and not only the physical reactions either. It makes you feel desirable. It gave you the power others tried having over you. He knew he was powerless against your charms. Seonghwa could still smell your essence in his nose, driving him back into those desires again. If you’d lived in his time, he’d never want anyone but you and Hongjoong ever again. 

“I understand your frustration, but we cannot ignore a royal command,” said Urik. “I want all courses finished by Friday. You're dismissed.”

The group groaned and left the table. Seonghwa knew his own team wouldn't like the extra workload. They worked exclusively in the 4th and 5th sectors of Limbo, where souls are determined before being sent to Minos for final judgment. Seonghwa heard his department only existed because of Minos's constant deaths and rebirths. He pictured the aged god sitting upon a golden throne, nearly blind and half-mad. Members of his team already complained that he sent too many people back, and that he didn't know one day from the next. When Seonghwa tells them about Belphegor's command, they'll be upset for sure. 

Walking through the busy office, Seonghwa went to the elevator and punched in his floor number. His mind floated back to you, and wondering what you might be doing. He liked the idea of Jongho still in your bed, the both of you pleasuring one another every way possible. However, realistically, you would’ve stopped by now. He hoped Jongho hadn’t tired you out too much. Seonghwa didn’t want you to perform if you didn’t feel up to doing it. 

“The nerve of him, huh?” Lucinda entered the elevator after him, irritated. “I can't wait until the bastard croakes. Then Urik takes over while he’s gone.”

“It can't be long now,” said Seonghwa. His body buzzed with anticipation. In several minutes, he’ll be finding you on his desk wet and needy. He hoped, at least. “He already can't stand up.” Your pussy is so pretty when in the light, especially when wet.  

“Too bad he doesn't have the cane yet. I'd have a laugh knocking it out from under him.” The two shared a half-hearted laugh, then she said, “I saw your mate the other day.”

“Huh?”

“Your mate,” she repeated. “The Princess Lilith’s granddaughter. She's an absolute gem. I ran into her at the hardware place buying more gardening supplies. She's such a delight. You must bring her to the office party this year.”

“I wouldn't dream of taking anyone else.”

There was that word again: ‘Mate’. It had him thinking about it again. 

“But, I suppose you call her your ‘girlfriend’. All you young people use that word now.”

“It means the same thing,” they got off on the floor together. “They're interchangeable.”

“Barely,” she replied. “Girlfriend sounds so informal and distant. Mate,” she grinned fondly, “That one sounds much deeper.” 

“I suppose.”

Lucinda had a point. He thought about it as they parted ways. The word ‘girlfriend’ implied some kind of distance between the both of you. ‘Mate’ carried a sense of closeness: it meant a deep connection that others couldn’t explain. He liked the idea of you possibly being “The One”. His father never expected him to marry, and his mother's opinion didn't matter at all. Yet, the idea of you with his last name did not sound so bad. 

The tortured cries and pleas of the prisoners pulled him from his thoughts. Walking into a long hallway, he could hear his coworkers and their prisoners behind the doors. It became white noise at this point. He knew behind the steel doors, dozens of sinners fresh from the gates laid strapped to tables as a demon burrowed into their minds. Piece by piece, the demon pulled back the layers to see right into their soul. Seonghwa understood it to be an excruciating process to undergo. He’d seen it in the faces of those in his chair; he took in how they screamed and begged for mercy. He only laughed. Mercy? In Hell? Ridiculous.

The excitement fueled the arousal slowly rising inside him. Behind the door, he assumed, you’d be sitting on his desk with your legs apart for him. He turned the knob slowly and looked inside.

As he hoped, you sat propped up on your hands with your back to the door. By the way your feet were placed on the edge, he knew anyone who might be looking out the windows will see you splay out for them. You’d put on the outfit he requested, kindling his hardon. He closed and locked the door and walked over to you.

“There’s my sweet kitten,” he said, moving around the desk to you. “Oh, don’t you make a delicious sight?”

No panties, as requested, your smooth sex glistened in the sunlight coming from the wide windows. Without your bra, the shirt accentuated the natural curves of your breasts and the peaks of your nipples. You bit back your lip when he slid his hand from your knee to your inner thigh. He gave it a small squeeze as he stood in front of you. Seonghwa took a moment to caress and massage them in their bent position. You trembled each time his thumbs pressed to the sides of your sex before pulling back. His hands left your thighs for your sides, running up the dips of your waist to the bottoms of your breasts. He couldn’t stop himself from grazing your nipples through the shirt. He looked at your reactions while he lightly teased them. 

Eyes heavy with need and lust, you bit your lower lip to keep your moans from coming out. He saw the way your body slightly twitched whenever he touched your lower stomach, moving dangerously close to the bent position of your body. He sailed up your arms, moving up your shoulders to your neck where he pulled you in for a gentle kiss. There, he licked and tugged at your bottom lip with great risk to his own stability. He unfolded you from your position, letting your legs hang from the desk as his arms went around you. Being this close to you, surrounded by your sweet scent and feeling your soft skin made him understand what Lucinda meant. A mate is a partner for life. A mate is someone who's just as much a part of you as you are of them. Seonghwa slid a hand up the nape of your neck, touching your scalp and giving the roots a tender tug to keep you in place. As much as he loved his brothers, he found himself falling deeper in love with you.

Neither of you said anything as he removed your top, putting it to the side and giving him access to your naked chest.

“Undress me,” he said between kisses. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”

You started with his tie, removing the expensive gold pin and putting it on the desk. Heat flared in the middle of your passionate kisses. Seonghwa wanted to throw you onto the desk and pound you into the wood. Yet, he controlled himself. Donatien taught him all about self-control and restraint. He learned never to hasten the act. Drawing it out and letting it slowly simmer over time added to the bliss of the orgasm later. Seonghwa exhaled deeply once you unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders as you explored his torso. Your hands ignited him. Your delicate fingers traced the lines of his abdomen, sliding up them to his broad chest where your thumbs brushed his nipples. He shut his eyes to savor your lips dotting his neck and chest. He took in the softness sucking on the base of his neck; it was enough to bring a bit of pain before licking. The center of his pants grew tighter and more restrictive as his cock hardened. The feeling of your bodies brushing his stoked that further. He groaned when you nipped your teeth at his nipple, causing him to bring you to kiss him again. This didn’t stop you from pinching it instead. 

“How long?” he asked in a raspy breath, unable to stop kissing you.

“Not too long,” you answered.

“Did you cum at all?”

“Once. I wanted to save the other ones for you.”

He groaned after hearing this. Making a trail of kisses to your breasts, he took one nipple in his mouth. You started undoing his belt and the fly of his pants, whining at the slightest suggestion of his cock close to your hands. Your nipple hardly moved as his tongue flicked and rolled around it. The wrinkled areola tightened up to the pert tips, which he suckled softly before giving it a tender nibble. A low hum left him once you tugged down his pants, leaving his underwear on for the moment. 

“What else did you two do?” he asked, switching sides to repeat the action.

“I licked and stroked him back,” you said, grabbing him through his underwear. “I used my strap on him.”

“You did?” the picture he created pushed his hand between your thighs. 

“You said he couldn’t fuck my holes. You didn’t say I couldn’t fuck his.”

He chuckled through his teeth, giving your nipple another bite that made you jump. “Clever,” he groaned with one more suckle before gently laying you on the desk. “I bet he loved every second of it.”

“He did,” you said, straightening yourself on it. “Since he asked me to fuck him a few more times. I wish you’d been there too. Then you could’ve fucked me while I fucked him.”

“There’s always time for that,” he said, kissing down to the waistband of your skirt. “Right now, I want you to myself.”

He took a seat at the desk, and raised your skirt up to your stomach. Being close to your sex this way made him salivate. Your velvety folds showed small glimmers of your arousal, while your clit remained hard underneath its hood. Pulling at the top, Seonghwa stretched it upwards before giving it a gentle lick. You gripped at the bunched fabric of your skirt, ready for the waves of pleasure you’d soon be feeling. He loved knowing you anticipated it. He loved knowing how his tongue and fingers drove you over the edge over and over. It was like the prostitutes who used to come through his home: he’d be relentless and merciless when it came to that special place inside them. It made him feel powerful. It gave him control over them. 

He kept your pussy in this position as he lapped at it at a measured pace. You whimpered and cried out each time he swirled his tongue around your clit, jerking when he zigzagged over it right after. He licked down to your entrance, where more fluids leaked out when he dipped his tongue into it. The rim of your entrance opened easily at the tip sticking inside, your bumpy ridged walls nearly pulling at it each time he pushed inwards. He couldn’t get enough of your sweet taste. He’d choose your pussy over the finest meal Cook could make for him anytime.

You cried out when his fingers replaced his tongue. He’d seen loads of pussy in his life, but none as nice as yours. Perhaps it’s because he loved you, so he admired yours the most. Maybe your pussy really is the best he’s ever seen. Either way, he lazily traced the swollen lips with his tongue, barely grazing the aching clit and entrance. He dipped his fingers to the second knuckle to hear you mutter a curse under your breath. Seonghwa grew harder the longer he played with your sex. He rolled his fingers side to side over the nub of your clit; he drooled onto it to slicken the soaked puffy lips. You started playing with your breasts, needing more pleasure on top of what he’d given you, and he didn’t stop you. 

“You’re always so tight for me, Kitten,” he groaned when he slipped two fingers in sideways, watching your hole stretch to accommodate them. “Do you keep it that way for me?”

You nodded, “I don’t use toys or fingers when I touch myself. I only rub it so I keep your holes stay extra tight for you.”

He moaned internally when you said ‘your holes’ instead of ‘my holes’. The thought of owning you even without your collar made him harder. He fingered you slowly, watching his long fingers gleam with your juices. “How thoughtful,” he said, spitting on your clit again to spread it around. “All of my holes?” he asked, standing to push his wet fingers into your mouth. “Even your ass?” you only nodded while you sucked your juices from his fingers. “Let me see it then. Roll over for me.”

You stopped sucking fingers and shifted around until you were on your stomach. The anticipation made you grind into the edge of his desk, legs automatically spreading to give him more access to you. He dragged his hand up the backs of your thighs to then squeeze the bottom curves of your ass. When he gave one side a light tap, you twitched. Seonghwa continued doing this, keeping the slaps light and tender. He groped one cheek, seeing the fatty flesh knead like dough to his hand. Lifting and spreading them apart, he groaned seeing both entrances exposed to him now.  Your ass hole, clenched closed and hairless, fluttered when he slipped his tongue from perineum to the crack of your bottom. You trembled, but forced yourself to remain still. His tongue circling the rim of your ass, the other went back to caressing your dripping sex. You moaned when both digits stroked against your taut walls.

“Did Jongho lick you here, Kitten?” he asked, sliding over the rim of your hole while pushing two fingers deep inside you.

“Ye-yes,” you whimpered.

“Did he fuck you here?”

“No.”

“Good girl,” he praised, flicking at it the way you enjoyed. He knew just the vulgarity of the act aroused you. “I’m putting a plug in you the next time I take you out,” he promised, stopping to watch your pussy stretch around his fingers. “Just so I can watch you squirm from it being up inside you while you sit. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” you said, “Yes, so much.”

He chuckled, “Dirty slut. You’d do just about anything, huh? There’s nothing off limits for you, is there?”

“Hardly.”

He gave your ass a light tap before sticking his tongue into your ass in time with his fingers. It was then he noticed it. Your ass grew just as wet as your pussy. He knew his servants’ backsides self-lubricated when stimulated, but yours never had. Perhaps it did and he didn’t notice with the lubricant and saliva applied beforehand. It tasted just as good. Seonghwa’s cock twitched against his stomach realizing that your body truly was made for fucking. You were a beautiful half-succubus with a gorgeous body that carried the endurance and stamina to keep up with the appetite of a full-blooded demon. It made him want you more.

“Master,” you breathed, clutching the edge of the desk as his fingers continued penetrating and circling your insides, “Please don’t stop. That feels so good.”

“I know it does,” he pushed both fingers in deep, watching your legs kick up as he wriggled his fingers in your pussy. “There’s nothing my kitten loves more than having both holes filled at the same time.” He kept pulling them in and out, listening to you become a whimpering mess in front of him. “It’s a shame I wasn’t blessed with two cocks,” he said, withdrawing them to go back to rubbing. “Then I can fuck these at the same time.” Still fingering your sex, he bent down to flick his tongue on your ass hole. “Wouldn’t that be wonderful, Kitten?” he asked, listening to you moan at his warm tongue. “Wouldn’t you like me having two dicks for you to play with?”

“God, yes. Oh fuck, that’d be a dream.” 

“I happen to know people who do,” he sneered, standing up from his chair. “They’d love to meet you,” he slapped your ass again before finally pulling his dick out. He let it rest on your ass, groaning at the contact and how large he looked in comparison. “You’d have no problem taking both if you can take mine,” he said, spitting on his tip to rub it over your leaking hole. 

The sudden touch made you twitch and kick a leg up. Sensitive too. He loved that about you. The image of you taking more than one always excited him. He slid his head down to your pussy, rubbing his throbbing tip on it in slow circles.

“Master,” you whined, “Put it inside me, please. I need it so bad, please.”

“Is that right?”

In all honesty, he tortured himself as much as he did you. As he sunk up to the head, he hissed through his teeth. Your heat tried pulling him further, with your hips pushing back into his before he held you in place.

“I asked you a question, Kitten,” he said, “Is that right?”

“Yes, it is.”

“How badly do you need it?” he withdrew to rub himself against your clit.

“Really, really, really bad.”

“Show me,” he said, removing his hands from your waist and lining himself up with you. He brushed the very tip of himself to you, “Show me how bad you’ve been wanting it.”

Your lack of hesitation amused him. Instant satisfaction came when you sunk your aching cunt onto his cock. His dick sliding in and out, filling and stretching you while you bounced against his hips became a mesmerizing sight. You kept your hands flat on the desk, legs further apart as you backed up against him as much as you could. Each time his tip reached your g-spot, he felt you grip him tighter. The tight sensation started in his balls, threatening to rise up to the base of his cock where his dick suddenly became sensitive. Pulling your buttocks apart, he spat onto your ass and started rubbing it. Slick, clear fluid lubricated your hole enough for him to slide two fingers inside. Neither pushing or pulling, he kept his fingers knuckle deep as a toy might. This had you grinding and rocking up to his balls, enjoying the whirl of sensations he created for you.

Soon enough, Seonghwa saw you clawing his desk and shuddering as your orgasm approached. This urged him to hold you by the hip and start thrusting with the same speed as before. The sound of his balls slapping your throbbing clit and your ass hitting his hips brought you right to the brink.

“May I cum, Ma-M-Master?” you whined.

“Yes, you may, Kitten.”

With a few more thrusts, your entire body stiffened at the climax. Thighs shaking, hips desperately meeting his own, your back arched as you moaned freely. He felt your pussy thickly coat him in your cum, making a sticky mess over his balls in the process. Seonghwa kept going even when your orgasm started subsiding.

“On your knees,” he ordered, taking in deep breaths as he pulled out. “I’m going to cum down your pretty throat.”

Immediately, you got into position and opened your mouth. Hands holding you by the hair, Seonghwa shoved himself inside your mouth. The back of your throat squeezed and hummed around his tip, causing him to hold you there for several seconds at a time. His orgasm finally arrived when you cupped and rubbed his ballsack. Your warm hand smearing your cum over each sensitive side had Seonghwa burying his dick deep. Spurts of thick cum squirted into your mouth, and you did your best to swallow them quickly. His dick became incredibly tender to your soft lips and tongue, twitching as each stroke brought out more cum for you to taste. When he pulled out, you spat what remained in your mouth back onto his tip to stroke him with it. He watched in amazement, panting as his body relaxed, as you licked and sucked every drop you could.

“I want you to keep sucking it,” he said, slapping his dick onto your tongue. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He sat back in his chair as you continued sucking his cock. Seonghwa’s first orgasm didn’t soften him at all. It would take a bit more than that to satisfy him. Since you barely took him out of your mouth, the combination of spit, cum and precum created a creamy substance that leaked around your lips. You used it to jerk him off in tandem with your mouth. He could tell you wanted him to give you more. He noticed the hand you’d put between your legs and it excited him.

“Does sucking me off turn you on, baby?” he asked, stuffing himself into your throat before you could answer. He chuckled softly when you nodded, bobbing your head up and down but never taking him out completely. “Enough to cum while you’re doing it?” he smiled at your eager moans, and realized how you lightly and rapidly brushed your clit. “I want you to do that for me,” he said, starting to guide your head on his dick, “I want my slut to cum while I’m fucking her mouth. I’d love that more than anything.”

Your obedience astounded him. He loved your duality. With Jongho, you’re a dominating mistress who keeps him on edge for hours. With him, you’re a submissive eager to serve. Seonghwa’s jaw fell, realizing you’d kept yourself on the edge of another orgasm the entire time. He saw it in quaking shoulders and high muffled moans. He held you in place again as he took control, eager to make you cum from oral alone. In a few more thrusts, you began trembling and moaning around his girth. Even through the gagging and choking, he knew your orgasm when he saw it. You wriggled around on the floor, unable to get a hold on yourself as you came on your hand. When you finished, Seonghwa pulled out and brought you onto his lap. By your hips, he started pushing into your tight walls once more.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned, hearing the slick sounds of your cum mixing with his own inside you. “You’re such a good whore,” he said, not holding back with his thrusts. “A good whore that’s going to keep making me cum until I say so.” 

“Because your dick is so good, Master,” you said in his ear, holding onto his shoulders until your nails dug into his skin. “It’s big and thick and-a-and you fuck me so good and for so long. Please, keep fucking me. Make my pussy your cocksleeve to-to use whene-ever you want.”

“Don’t tempt me,” he growled, getting closer to another orgasm, the oversensitivity starting to hit him down to his toes. “I will.”

“Do it. Do it, please.” 

He wrapped his arms around you, smacking and grabbing your ass as you rode him in his chair. He teased and fingered your ass to his heart’s content before he felt his next climax approaching. You kept riding, not breaking or faltering, and moaned when more hot cum sprayed over your insides. Seonghwa’s head fell back as his body arched to the overwhelming sensations taking over. Every part of him became sensitive to the touch, adding and pushing his orgasm to a boiling point. Even as he started coming down, you kept going. It seemed neither of you could stop. Your bodies became too accustomed to the pleasure, and you found yourselves addicted to it.

But all good things must come to an end. After bringing each other to a third and final orgasm on the floor, Seonghwa pulled out and fell onto the carpet beside you. Neither of you spoke for a long while. Every muscle in his body softened into jelly, and he knew he’d be laying there far past his lunch time. Strangely enough, this was his favorite part. The content, euphoric feeling in a post-orgasm glow was better than any wine or drug he could take. It felt better when it happened to be with someone he loved.

“Come home with me,” you said hoarsely under a whisper. Too much talking often aggravates your itchy throat. “Please?”

“Will you be my mate?” he asked, ignoring your plea. 

You didn’t answer right away, which brought on a pang of dread. He thought of what you said, and feared it might’ve been to lure him into sex with you. But then he felt your fingers slide between his as you spoke. 

“Yes.”

The two of you wiped each other’s mouth with your discarded clothes, and shared a soft kiss. He’d found another mate to join his brothers, and he’d never let you go now. 

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A/N: awww some fluffy stuff after all the sad stuff <3 I really appreciate all the love you guys are giving this fic. It's really great. Like and reblog as always <3

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O8 IMAGINE SERIES

HYUNJIN

Synopsis: Instructor Hyunjin wants to paint one of his students, but in a way only the way he wants.

Pairings: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: teacher/student relationship, smut, pene*ration, p in v, MDNI

Words: 30k+

A/N: these series will be connected to each other and as the stories progress, couples from the previous part will be making an appearance in each part, even if cameo.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You had been sitting in front of your laptop, waiting as you sip on ice cold water. The humming of the AC and the chatter ofd the TV is in the background. You had been staring at the screen for the past 30 minutes. You were waiting to enroll in a class as it was the only class you had to take before graduating in the fall. You were nervous but you had the confidence that you'll get a spot just in time as it was a very popular and famous class, taught by Professor Hwang Hyunjin. Although he preferred students calling him Hyunjin.

Now, Professor Hyunjin was young and pretty attractive for a painting instructor. At the age of 25, he had pursued his passion for painting and even had a few pieces displayed in the university hallways. Apparently he had won a few prizes too. You had seen him once. At the cafeteria in between your classes. He was sitting, eating his lunch looking very.....handsome in the blue flannel with a white shirt underneath. That wasn't what made everyone drawn to him. No.

It was the glasses.

Thin framed with round shape, casting a soft glow around him. A strand of hair covering his forehead making him look irresistible yet sophisticated. And you swore time stopped when he made eye contact with you. The brown eyes blinked at you before looking down at the food and took a bite of a burger. Even eating, he looked attractive. Even a couple of students passing by couldn't help but stare, some even greeting him.

He looked like a model. With his sharp jawline and height, he could be mistaken as a model. That was the day you took an interest in his class. It was also the day you found out that he was the only instructor that taught pottery as well.

You bring your focus back to your laptop and move the cursor and click on his class. Scrolling down, you see a spot available and immediately click on it. It takes you to the next page. "I did it!" You say once you see your name on the class name list. "Yes!" You shoot your arms out in victory.

Graduation day seemed a lot closer to you now.

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Scratch that. Because you're sitting in the third row, in awe of the person standing in the middle of the room wearing a black, long sleeve sweater. His hair was tied back, a few strands sticking out as he spoke. "The trick with sketching is, you can erase as you go. But with painting," he says raising a paintbrush and drawing a red line on a canvas. "This is permanent. It will be permanent and erasing isn't as easy as you would think as many of may already know."

You couldn't help but pick up your stencil and your hand moves on your sketchbook as you look up and down making the right curves and lines. Yes, you wanted to draw him ever since you saw him in the university's cafeteria. You tuned everything out as you sketch in the book.

When you finally look up, you're met with paint splattered on an apron. You crane your neck up and you forget how to breathe. Up close, he was more beautiful. And those glasses-

"Y/N, is it?"

You visibly gulp and nod. Holy shit, he's tall. Taller than you. But how the hell did he know your name?

"May I?" He gestures to your sketch pad and you hand it to him. Your cheeks were red from embarrassment. "Wow. This is good. And you just did this just now?"

"Yes." It was a sketch of him, specifically his face on the entire page.

"Hmm, I don't like it when students don't pay attention but," he looks down at you and smirks but you swore you saw something in his eyes, "I'll let it go since you drew me and," his eyes travel down, as if to see your outfit. But it felt like.....like.....you don't know what it felt it. "And since you're a beautiful woman, I'll let it to go this once."

"Thank you," you managed to say. He called you beautiful and you don't know how to process such a compliment.

"Good girl." He gave the book back to you as he went back to his previous position.

Once again, you're taken aback with him calling you a 'good girl.' Is this why everyone was obsessed with him? Sure, he was a pretty guy and everyone in the class was in awe of him. As he continued to teach, you actually listened this time. He even demonstrated a painting in front of us.

The precision with each stroke of the paintbrush and the determined look on his face made everyone in awe once again. "Alright," he turns around. "I did the base. Who wants to finish the rest?"

A few hands go up and you feel eyes on you. That's when you realize he's actually looking at you. "How about you, pretty girl?"

"Me?"

"Yes, care to entertain us with your imagination?"

You gulp and stand up. Every eye is on you now. You mentally hype yourself up before walking over. You grab the paintbrush Hyunjin offers you and give him a small smile before standing in front of the black colored canvas. Taking a deep breath, you lift your hand.

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Hyunjin watches you paint and smiles as he sits on a stool nearby. He can't help but think how much you remind him of his college days. He was also picked to paint in front of his class. Intrigued, he watches your techniques as you take a different brush before dipping in a different color. He watches your hand and your eyes scrunch in concentration, which he found cute for some reason. "Rest of you are free to sketch, draw and paint for the rest of the class."

As the students got busy, he finds himself looking at you again. This time he watches your expressions. The small button nose, the full cheeks and the lips. Fuck, those plump lips would look so good around his co-

He blinks and shakes the thought away. What was he doing, thinking of a student like that?

He straightens himself again. His eye catches your butt as you bend to pick a fallen paintbrush on the floor. Lord, give him strength. He re-adjusted his jeans because he thought your ass was the perfect size for multiple of his hand prints.

Stop it, he told himself. She's your student and you're her teacher. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he lets out a sigh when a pair of feet shuffle towards him. He looks up to find you standing.

"I'm... uhm done," you say shyly.

"Oh?" He cocks an eyebrow at her. "That was," he goes around her and his words gets caught in his throat, "....fast."

Holy shit.

There is no way she drew the whole thing in such a short amount of time. "This is...."

"Bad, I know."

"Are you kidding? This is good. In fact, so good that I want to hang it up in class." The vivid brush strokes of green, blue and white blended into the red and black, fhe red being the rose petals and the black being the rose turning into a black rose. Wow, just wow.

Your eyes widen in surprised. "You're pulling my leg."

Oh, he'd be pulling something alright if there wasn't an audience.

"I can assure you I'm not," he tells her.

"Oh."

"If you're not comfortable with it, I will just keep it in the back with the others or take it home." He didn't want to make you uncomfortable with the idea of your work hanging on a wall.

"No, it's okay," you smile. "You can put it up on a wall."

"Alright."

For some odd reason, you were happy that your work made him happy. You go back to your seat and just as you sit down, your phone buzzes in your jeans pocket. There was only one person who would text you in class.

Your roommate/friend, Felix.

F: bestie, when does your class finish?

Y/n: in an hour, why?

F: oh shit

Y/n: ??? Whats going on?

F: shes in the cafe again and I'm panicking

Y/n: ask her out already? You're such a simp

F: sigh, channie hyung is here, i'll talk to you later

Rolling your eyes, you pull out your sktechbook again. After a while, you felt something, like a pair of eyes watching you so you look up and almost choke of air. His head was resting on his hand, his elbows propped on the table. His bottom lip in between his teeth....

You cross your legs and pulled your hoodie up to hide the blush on your cheeks. Why was he looking at you like that? You shake off the feeling and go back to sketching for the rest of the class.

When you get back to your shared apartment, it smelled like cookies. "Felix? Did you bake again?" You say, walking into the kitchen. "Oh." You stop mid-step when you see Felix and some other guy standing in the kitchen.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," Felix smiles turning around. "Say hello to my other Australian brother, Chan."

"Hi. I'm Y/N. I've heard about you from Felix," you said.

"Good things I hope," Chan says and turns around. Your breath leaves your body as you look at him. Where does Felix finds these godly like men? "Felix tells me you're a painter?"

"Ah, yes. Last semester till I graduate," you replied.

"Are you, by any chance, in Hwang Hyunjin's class?"

You gape at him. "How did you know?!"

He chuckles, dimples forming on the left corner of his lips. "He's our friend."

"What?"

"Oh, Hyunjin is a very good friend of ours. We've known him since high school," Felix tells you.

"Ah," you nod your head. Again, where does Felix finds these men?!

"I hope he's not giving your any trouble?" Chan asked.

"Oh no no. He's a great teacher. He said he might teach us pottery too," you say, taking your phone out from your pocket.

"Well, if he bothers you, just tell us, yeah?"

You nod at him before you hear Felix shut the oven door, freshly baked cookies in his hand. "Alright, who wants some?"

"You know," you begin as you grab a cookie, "if you spent as much time as you do baking as you do on girls, maybe you'd have a girlfriend.by now."

Chan snorts and you bite into the cookie while Felix narrows his eyes at you. "Hey, I thought my cookies were delicious."

"I didn't say they weren't," you tell him, going for a second cookie. "I just said it wouldn't hurt to ask."

"Y/N," Felix pouts. "You know I can't go up to her and-"

Your phone ringing interrupts the conversation. "Sorry, I have to take this," you excuse yourself to your room and hold the phone to your ear. "Yes?"

"Open your email."

"Well, hello to you too, Maya," you grab your laptop and open the screen. You click on the email icon and click on the latest one. "Is this..."

"Yup. He's going to be giving 1 on 1 pottery lessons if we show him a painting or sktech after every class and he'll choose a student that he will teach. And...."

"And? What?" You ask, curious.

"He's already picked a permanent student for the lessons."

You scroll down and let out a gasp.

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"Alright, that's it for today," Hyunjin dismisses his class. "The students who are staying for pottery class can stay."

Every student exits the class except you. You get nervous as each student stepped out. You try your best to calm yourself but he comes out wearing a white shirt and worn out jeans. What a sight.

"Y/N?"

Now if only those hands would slide down your-

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" You snap back into reality and look at the man in front of you, sitting on a chair.

"Shall we?" He gestures to clay on pottery wheel.

"Oh. Right. Yes," you sit on a chair beside him. "I have to tell you that I have worked with clay before, maybe a few years ago so I'm out of touch."

"That's fine. I can help you," he gives you a smile and you swore you saw a hint of mischievous in it but that could be just you. You were in a trance, once again. "Bring back that touch of yours."

After a beat, he says, "Show me what you can do."

You raise your eyebrow.

"Just so I can know what I'm working with."

"Right." You press the pedal and the pottery wheel starts moving. You wet your hands and work on the glob of clay, making it wet with your fingers. You move your middle and ring finger in the middle and press firmly as the clay starts making its shape.

"Ah, no. Not like that. You'll make it out of shape," he tells you as his wet hand mends with your hand, pressing firmly. You realize the sudden close proximity and you don't dare look to your right. "There. If you make the base more studier, whatever you'll make won't break when you take it off for baking."

His hand was still on top of yours, his middle and ring finger mending with yours on the wet clay. "That's it," he says. His fingers press more firmly and in this moment all he wanted to do was put you on the table behind him. Have his way with you. Both of your fingers move in an up and down motion, mimicking a very certain move -- you couldn't put your finger on it. "Y/N? Are you alright?"

You finally look to the right, never realizing your breathing has gotten more frantic. He stares down at you, his eyes land on your parted lips then back to your gaze. He leans down, tilting his head along the way and all you could do was blink. "Y/N."

Fuck. Your name in that almost whisper, husky voice did things to your lady bits. "Hyunjin..."

That broke the damn wall. You heard him growl before smashing his lips down on yours. A whimper escapes your mouth as your body betrays you by moving your lips. His hand goes around the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your body.

You stand and fist his shirt, pulling him more into you. "Y/N, slow down, flower. You're going to-"

You push him off, coming to your senses.

"Y/N?"

"This was.....I'm sorry," you grab your things and run out before he could get a word out.

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For the next few weeks, you avoid him at all costs. As soon as the class was dismissed, you were the first one to exit. You needed to avoid him. You could feel him watching you, your every move in class. So you did your best and put all your focus on the paintings. Somewhere around second week, he started painting during class as well.

Flowers. All he drew was flowers. Pink, blue, yellow and red flowers. In all your 22 years, you have never found such an attractive man painting on a canvas, with sleeves rolled up. You had to force yourself to concentrate on your work.

He wasn't in any better position either. Whenever he saw you in his class, he was reminded of the kiss. He didn't want to kiss you, heck he wanted to do more than that. When you looked up, with your parted lips, he simply couldn't resist. You tasted like peaches. He wanted to peel off the layers and suck on the flesh but the look on your face when you pushed him off was enough for him to put the brakes on.

It was friday night and he was hanging out with his buddies. As he swirled the liquid in his hand, he was quiet more than usual. And it was obvious to others. "Hyunjin-ah, what's the problem? Why are you so quiet?" Chan asked, the oldest of them all.

"It's nothing," Hyunjin lied but a part of him wanted to tell Chan.

"If it's nothing, then come play with us!" Han, the caramel haired boy said.

Hyunjin opens his mouth but get interrupted with Changbin, the loudest of them all, and Seungmin, the puppy looking one came and sat down with Hyunjin. "Let's all just watch a movie, have some popcorn and snacks?"

Everyone turned to the maknae, Jeongin. His hand stopped mid air, a bag of chips in his hand. "What?"

"Yah! That's my bag of chips!" Leeknow exclaims, popping out of nowhere.

"I kissed a student," Hyunjin finally confesses.

But no one has seemed to hear him. He watched Leeknow trying to grab the bag of chips from Jeongin, Han and Felix in between them while the other 3 watched the show. "Hyung! We have more snacks! Stop!" Felix shouts, wedging himself between Leeknow and Han.

Hyunjin sighs and slams the glass down on the table in front of him. It makes everyone stop what they're doing. "I kissed a student!"

Eyes, 7 pair of eyes were now on him. Judegment, curiousity and shock all at once. "You kissed a st-- yah, are you insane?!" Changbin said.

"What do you mean you kissed a student?" Chan asks, surprised.

"How was it?"

Everyone, including Hyunjin, turn to look at Han. "What?" Han asks and Leeknow playfully slaps Han on the back of his neck. "Hey! What?"

"I...I wanted to stop her. But something about her makes me want to just..."

"Just what?" Changbin asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Bin, now is not the time," Chan warns before turning to Hyunjin. "What were you going to say?"

"I don't know," Hyunjin shrugs his shoulders. "Ever since I saw her in my class, she's been on my mind every day, sometimes at night. It's like whenever she's near, I can breathe. I don't feel suffocated. It's like she's the light at the end of the tunnel."

Felix pats his shoulder, smiling widely. "Bro, you know what that is, right?"

"Uh, no?"

"He won't know till you tell him, Felix," Leeknow points out.

"Tell me what?" Hyunjin asked.

Felix grins. "Do you know how much I love baking?"

"Yeah..."

"I love mixing the ingredients together in a bowl and spreading the cookies on a baking sheet."

"Just what are you getting at?" Hyunjin asked.

"What he's trying to tell you that maybe you like her," Chan chimes in. "Maybe more than you want to admit."

Hyunjin blinks. There's no way.........does he though?

"Oh man, he does!" Changbin says excitedly. "What's her name? What's her name?!"

"Yeah, we want to know who's got our dear friend in a whirlpool of infatuation," Han adds.

"Y/N. Her name is Y/N," Hyunjin answered.

Felix's smile falters as does everybody's. "This is....." Jeongin begins.

"Bro," Chan chimes in again, "that's Felix's roommate."

"And best friend," Felix adds, narrowing his eyes.

Oh shit. Hyunjin swallows the bile threatening to come out. "I... didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Look, her last relationship didn't end well and this might be the first time she's been interested," Felix says. "Just....go easy on her. She's not the best at expressing herself. Don't push her."

"Just like you're doing with that girl who comes in your cafe?" Chan teases, poking Felix on the arm making the younger one blush.

"Ah, Chan hyung," Felix rubs his ears.

"She doesn't make it easy for you though, Felix. You gotta ask her out for coffee or a drink," Chan pokes Felix again. "That way she knows you're interested in her."

Felix rolls his eyes. "Hyunjin, just..... don't make her sad, yeah? She's precious to me, so you better not break her heart."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Hyunjin smiled and watched his friends start teasing Felix more, poking fun at him for a having a crush on a girl who's a regular in his Bbokkari cafe. But unlike Felix, Hyunjin wasn't as shy unless it was Y/N.

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The weather was getting warmer each day and you were thankful for the AC in your shared apartment. But you were in the studio today, which also had an AC, working on a canvas and experimenting with oil based colors. Since it was a nice slow day with not a lot of students and staff in the university, you were surprised to find rhe studio empty. So you got all your supplies, wore your apron, tied your hair back and got to work. You also had put on your headphones as it tends to help you get in the zone.

It wasn't until few hours later that you noticed you had run out of the color pink. You knew there were more colors stored in the cabinet behind the teacher's desk. Pulling off your headphones, you open the cabinet and reach for the paint when a hand reaches it before you. You gasp and turn around and almost scream but his hand covers your mouth.

"Shhhh!" He says, his finger on his lips.

You pry off his hand and glare at him as you snatch the paint bottle off his hand. "What do you want?" You snap, walking back to your previous spot.

"I want to...talk."

You scoff, pouring the pink onto the paint pallete. "And I don't." But you did want to talk. For the past few weeks, ever since that kiss, he had invaded your thoughts despite avoiding him. You had sat in his class just to stare at him, his hands, his eyes as they twinkled when he talked about a certain art piece or the color of his lips when the bottom of his lip would be between his teeth as he painted.

But all it did was made you crave more. You admit that the kiss you shared with him was mind blowing. If you hadn't stopped when you did, only god knows where it would've ended.

But one thing had stuck with you ever since. He had called you 'flower.' The moment he said it, it had made your heart flutter. But you had to stop it because he's an instructor and you're a student. It was forbidden and frowned upon and you didn't want to be known as the girl who graduated just because you fooled around with the teacher.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for the other day. I know I shouldn't have kissed you."

"Yeah, you shouldn't have," you say.

"But-" you hear him sigh and turn around to see him walking away.

"I thought you wanted to talk?"

He stops, turns around. "You clearly don't want to talk so I'm just going to leave."

"So," you put the pallette down on the stool beside you and take your apron off. "We're just going to avoid each other then?"

"It was you who was avoiding me."

"Yeah, that's because..."

He takes a step closer to you. "Because?"

You felt heat rush to your cheeks. "Why do you draw flowers?"

"What?"

"I always see you draw flowers. Why is that?"

"I can't draw what I want? I like flowers," he says, gazing in your eyes.

"I see." You had hoped he would be more elaborate but....you sigh. You're finding this whole conversation hopeless. "Maybe it is best we don't see each other again." You grab your things and the unfinished canvas, under your arm.

Something screamed in his mind to stop you. So he grabbed your arm, stopping you from leaving. "Let go."

"No," he says. "Not until you tell me why you've been avoiding me."

"Because I don't want to and just want to get through this class so I can graduate!"

That answer alone wasn't enough for him. He could see your red cheeks and your breathing becoming quicker. His eyes flick between your eyes and lips. You struggle out of his grip but he's determined to make you stay. He pushes you backwards till your back hits a wall, the canvas dropping on the floor with a thud along with your bag. He pins your arms on your sides preventing you from moving.

"I said let-mmpf," your eyes widen in surprise as a pair of warm lips land on yours. You thrash your whole body, and somehow manage to free your arms and push him away, just enough for you to breathe.

"Flower. My beautiful flower," he whispers, lightly caressing your lip and cheek with his thumb.

You could only look up at him, the soft and tender touches he's giving you made your heart flutter once again. You had asked yourself why you had been avoiding him. The only answer you got was that he was the teacher and you were the student. "Hyunjin," you whispered, parting your lips.

His eyes harden, filled with lust. But it was you this time. You fisted his shirt and pulled him towards you. He lets out whimper and instantly relaxes against you as he melts into the kiss. "Tell me you feel it. Tell me you feel what I feel," he whispers, placing your hand on his chest.

You feel it. You feel his heart thumping against his chest. And pretty fast too. You look up to see him gazing down at you. His eyes filled with warmth. Maybe even love. But that wasn't going to happen, not to you. "Tell me."

"I want you," you say.

“You want me?”

You nod, a smile displaying on your face. “I want you.” He leans back in, cupping your cheek and kisses you hard as his body pushes against yours. You move with him as he walks backwards towards the only empty desk, the teacher's desk, and lifts you onto it. 

His hands explore every inch of you that he can reach while your fingers tangle in his long luscious locks and scratch over his shoulders and up his arms. His hands slide around your waist, going under your black tanktop.

He breaks the kiss only to run his lips over the rosy flesh of your neck. He then whispers into your skin between each kiss. “Tell me to stop.” He pulls one shoulder strap of your tanktop off your shoulder. "I've wanted you since the day you came into my class. Tell me to stop."

Something about the way he asks you to tell him to stop, spurred you on even more. Pushing his head further into the crook of your neck, you tilt your head to give him more and better access to explore. You had also wanted him, more so than him. “No one is telling you to stop.”

Upon hearing that, his grip tightens around you, sucks a mark into the skin right below your jaw and you pull at his shirt with an elated moan, giving him the hint to take it off.

His clumsy fingers struggle to pull off your tanktop as you attempt to unbutton his jeans. He reaches his goal before you do but then he stops all movement when he feels your hand go inside his jeans, just enough to catch his attention, you find his growing erection and wrap your hand lightly stroking it causing him to buck his hips.

Hyunjin moans at the feel of your hands, the same hands that made him fall in love with your paintings. He leans his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut as you stroke him slowly. “Fuck, please don’t, I - fuck, baby, flower I won't last."

"Hyune," you whisper as you gently place your palm on his cheek, making him look at you. His expression changes, his eyes raging with lust as you lean up giving him a small peck on his lips.

"Fuck," he shoves his briefs down as you slide off your shorts. You yelp when he tugs at your legs. "Tell me you're mine," he says as his hand moves on its own as he gazes into your eyes, looking for an answer. You watch his hand travel down in between your legs and swipes over your clothed clit. "Fuck me, is that all for me?"

"Hyunjin, please," you plead but it comes out as a moan.

“Please tell me I can feel you," he says, his finger slighlty swiping over your panties. "Can I?” 

You nod as he hooks a finger into the dampness of your panties and pulls it to the side. You hold your breath as you feel a finger slip into your waiting cunt. "Breathe." You do as he says and breathe in his ear, soft moans escape your lips as his free hand cradles the side of your neck. “Please look at me, baby.”

He runs his thumb over your cheek, relishing in your beautiful auburn eyes. “So pretty. It feels like a dream.”

You shake your head and muttering between moans. “Not a dream."

He slips in another finger and he lets out the most amorous maon. “Please tell me I can.” He leans his forehead against yours, bottom lip between his teeth, his desperate eyes reflecting the look in your own.

“Yes," you nod. "I want you too."

“Have you ever.....thought about it?” He asked but you’re shaking your head before he can even finish his sentence. “You’re all I ever think about,” He whispers as he hooks his thumbs into the thin straps of your panties. “You’re all I’ve wanted for the past 3 weeks.” 

“The kiss that we shared-" you begin but his puts his finger on your lips.

“I was the one that kissed you.” He’s quiet, staring back at you with a smile. “But then you kissed me too...” He laughs at the glare you give him. But you moan when his fingers are filling you again and you gasp while staring into his eyes.

You couldn't contain the noises that come out of your lips. "Hyunjin, please," your fucked out gaze stares into his, the moment feeling like you're hypnotized. He then moves, scissors his fingers into you, stretching you out and you whine when suddenly you feel the loss of his fingers. "Why'd you stop - oh fuck," you gasp from the stretch of him replacing his fingers with his length. 

“Fuck, shit, you feel...oh my god.” Hyunjin stills with a groan, his forehead resting on your shoulder while he silently wills himself not to come undone. Not yet, when he just got you. He sucks in a breath before he pulls back. "Tell me you're mine," he whispers, thrusting into you slowly. "Tell me."

You cup his cheek. "I'm yours."

He lifts his head to look at you as he sinks back into you. “Again.”

Cupping his face with both of your hands as you kiss him, hard before letting go. "I'm yours, Hyune."

"My flower." He picks up the pace, falls into a sloppy rhythm that’s accompanied by a fit of moans and grunts. 

"The door," you pant, suddenly remembering.

"I locked it after I came inside," he pants, struggling to keep his eyes on you, which flutter shut with each thrust as he feels himself closer and closer to his climax. “Baby, I won’t, fuck I won't last.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, one of his wraps around your waist, tightly, while the other rests on your thigh before slithering over to softly pinch and rub your clit. 

“Hyune, you’re gonna make me - I'm gonna -” You get cut off with a sloppy kiss, his tongue brushes over your parted lips to request access. You gladly grant it by opening yours.

“If you're going to tell me that you’re gonna cum I won’t last," he whispers against your lips and you moan against his.

“Please," you're breathing hard at this point, pleading him to let you cum. "Make me cum."

“Flower, baby, you’re gonna -” Now you're the one to kiss him. It’s a messy combination of teeth and tongue but you love it. Even he welcomes it.

You both pull away, moans ripping through your chests as you grip his arm tighter.

“I’m cumming, fuck, I'm going to come.” Hyunjin goes to pull out but you stip him by wrapping your legs around his waist. "Y/N, what-"

"Inside."

"Baby, are you sure?"

You nod in response. "I'm on the pill." He groans and thrusts harder into you as you almost scream his name when his fingers toy with your clit. It’s loud and messy and beautiful. "Oh my god, Hyunjin!" You shout as your orgasm hits you the hardest one yet. He slam his hips one, two, three times before coming to a stop with a groan. You could feel it, his seed painting your walls white.

Once you’ve both come down from your high, Hyunjin pulls out and you groan at the feeling. Both of you don't speak as he grabs a handful of tissues to clean you up before you two put your clothes back on. You break the comfortable silence. "So what now?" You ask, looking at him.

"Now," he smiles, raking his finger through his hair. "I ask you a question."

You blink one, two times. "Which is?"

He grabs your hand, twining his fingers with yours. "Be my girlfriend?"

"I thought we went over this a minute ago?"

"Doesn't hurt to be sure of it."

This man. He just fucked your brains out and wants to sure if you're his? You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Mr. Hwang Hyunjin, I was yours the day I saw you in the cafeteria," you finish your answer with a kiss on his lips.

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"Ugh, you're nauseating," Felix rolls his eyes at his friend, who was smiling at her phone.

Y/N sticks her tongue out at him. Before he could say anything, his phone buzzes in his pocket. His eyes widen at the screen.

LK: bro, one of our ovens just stopped working completely and we're behind orders!

F: okay, i'll come by later

LK: also.....

F: ???

LK: Mia may have gotten in a quarrel with a customer

F: WHAT

LK: and the customer is creating havoc. SOS

Fuck, why does this have to happen to him?

F: on my way

A/N: phew! One member down! Can you guess which one is next? :)