Oh Lord This Is Utter Perfection Idek What To Do With Myself Rn. The Read Had Me Floored.

oh lord this is utter perfection idek what to do with myself rn. the “read” had me floored.

☆°. — ᴋɪss ᴇs

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fluff

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: hyunjin x afab!reader

𝐰𝐜: 3.4k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (afab receiving), very soft, lots of tension

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: something sweet for valentines day!! it's a bit rushed, hope you enjoy it nontheless <33

You lay sprawled across the bed, a book in hand. You had no blanket on you, yet you felt warm, and a heavy weight was pressing you down; Hyunjin was snoring softly against the sensitive crook of your neck, working far better than any weighted blanket you could acquire. His arms, lanky and long, were snaked around you, tightly, holding you so close that you almost didn’t believe that he was sleeping, that he was only pretending so you wouldn’t shoo him off. Not that you ever would, in the first place; you enjoyed being crushed beneath his weight far too much to ever deny his affection and love.

One hand of yours was tangled in his hair, massaging his scalp — you figured it was the very thing which has put him into his semi-deep slumber in the first place, so you only stopped it when necessary, after finishing a page and turning to the next one. Hyunjin's soft grunts of protest never went unnoticed; you huffed in amusement every time your fingers untangled from his messy locks and he sighed out in tired disagreement, before sounding entirely content again the moment your hands found themselves deep in his locks again. It was endearing. You thought you could find eternal happiness right then, right there.

It must have been several minutes, and you were twenty-something pages further in your book when the man stirred, suddenly, without a reason — you were but a statue beneath his body, not moving even an inch to not disturb, to not wake. Yet he stirred, moved around atop your body; his face buried further into your neck, tickling you, his breath hot and intoxicating, burning on your skin. He hummed, arms tightening around you - if possible - and he looked up at you. He was awake, though he didn't look it. His hair was an adorable mess, falling over his eyes and standing to all directions, his eyes barely open and puffy, only a little, and his left cheek wore the imprint of your shirt he had laid on. Endearing. You thought you could find eternal beauty if you as much as looked at him. Even minutes after waking up.

You giggled, softly, your hand still in his hair, still massaging.

"Hi."

He huffed out amusement at that, closing his eyes to bask in your antics at his hair, leaning into your hand, fully at peace. He hummed again, in satisfaction now, in pleasure, and it sent a shock of electricity throughout every fibre of your body. He must have noticed, must have sensed you tensing up, and he smiled - not in malice, simply acknowledging. A shiver ran down your spine then.

"You're still reading, huh?"

Hyunjin's voice sounded quietly through the room, almost melodic, harmonizing with the birdsong outside. It didn't disturb the silence, only added to the atmosphere, leisure, lazy, loving. You nodded at his question, continued massaging the skin in his nape, hummed, then, affirmatively. There was a lot of humming in the room, sighs and huffs instead of words, for words seemed, almost, too heavy; and you understood each other without.

Hyunjin's face buried into your neck again - though not without a plan this time, not to merely rest. He kissed the skin there, softly, patient. Slow. As though dragging out his movements would make the moment last forever. He kissed, open-mouthed kisses, wet kisses, loud kisses, stingy kisses; he couldn't help but bite down on you every other moment, not a lot, enough only to show purest affection, most primal desire.

Your skin was sensitive. You were shivering in his hold, you were shivering at the feeling of the warmth his breath glazed over your neck. He was holding you close, his hands exploring the expanse of your back; though barely noticeable. He was barely even moving his hands, so slow you weren't sure he was at all, until you noticed them laying elsewhere, suddenly - close to your neck, then the small of your back, then wrapping around your shoulders from behind. Always pulling you closer. Always keeping you near, as much as physically possible. You moaned out quietly, softly, barely even audible, but it dizzied him, and Hyunjin bit down against the back of your ear with more fervour than before. You mewled, and you felt him smile against your skin.

When he spoke his next words, his voice was muffled, absorbed almost entirely by your body.

"Read for me. Out loud… please."

You chuckled, not less because the words against your skin sent tickles down the entirety of your body. Hyunjin, despite his wish, stayed buried in your neck; he was nibbling at the lobe of your ear now, kissing there a second after, listening to the way your breath hitched in your throat. He wasn't making a move to separate from you - you tried shoving him off, giggling softly in the process.

"You need to let me... actually read, then"

Your voice was quiet, amused, and followed momentarily by a sigh of pleasure. Hyunjin licked at the goosebumps on your neck, right where it connected to the shoulder; your favourite spot, the most sensitive one. He hummed out in disagreement, didn't as much as raise his head to answer you.

"Just read. While I...", he traced off, kissed your shoulder, touched your waist, squeezed your hips; he looked up at you with puppy eyes, and you nearly lost it all, "...do this..." More kisses to your body; seemingly, he wanted to cover every possible inch of you in traces of his love. If to mark you his, or to remind himself of having you, you weren't sure, but you loved it all the same.

So you read. With his lips on your body, distracting you embarrassingly from the words you tried to make sense of. They didn't quite, and after having read an entire page you lost sight of the plot, entirely. What you never lost sight of, never lost feeling about was Hyunjin's body on your own, his melting into yours. He was consistent, determined, almost. It was pathetic how often your voice trembled and shook when his lips met your body anew; you ought to be used to it already, now that his kisses had reached the expanse of your chest, your collarbones, now that he nibbled right below your shoulders - yet you weren't. You hissed every time his mouth swallowed you whole, every time his wet lips came in contact with an additional inch of your body. You would never get used to it, would never grow tired of him.

You read, and he kissed. Kissed your body away, not leaving a spot of yours undoted. And his hands were sinful. They were wandering, exploring your body while you tried not to lose hold of the book with your own trembling fingers. You tried to keep your composure, tried to be coy when Hyunjin's nimble, cold fingers, far too long for his own good, far too sensual, unclipped the first button of your sleepwear. You stopped reading when he opened the next one - though the man merely looked at you from below his lashes, eyes dark and blown out, urging you on to continue while another kiss met your body. You blinked, once, twice, five times, watching him cover your chest in kisses and love-bites, in spit and hushed confessions. You watched him open another button - at that point your chest lay entirely in the nude, your lack of underwear always delighting the man, and the little bit of stomach Hyunjin had exposed was covered momentarily in his mouth. You watched him, long forgotten the literature in your hands; and then he stopped. Suddenly stopped sucking on your skin, licking and biting on it, easing it with kisses instantly. He stopped moving his hands along your body, too - he looked up at you, expectantly, waiting. You watched him, and he only reciprocated your gaze.

"Read."

Not a command, yet his voice was but a whisper, and it sent thousand shivers to your core. They ran all across your body, the shivers, painting you in goose flesh before they collected right between your legs, right where the man’s body was laying, right where you needed him, right where he was miles away from, seemingly. He wouldn't give in too easily. You knew him - he would drag it out, he would wait on you to continue reading, which, stupidly, you were oh so unable to do, with him all around you, and he wouldn't give you what you craved for before he'd complete his travel on your body, before his lips had tasted every inch of you excessively.

So you continued reading. Shakily, your voice trembling, though you couldn't be embarrassed by it, not when seconds later you felt Hyunjin's lips on your skin again, seemingly satisfied. He had reached your stomach, left wet patches where his mouth met, left love-bites. Left smirks, too; you could feel his amusement on your body whenever your breath hitched in your throat, whenever you restarted a sentence because your voice had trailed off to sighs of frustration. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed that you enjoyed it.

It must have been ages until he had opened all buttons on the flimsy pyjama top you were wearing. You were squirming by then, impatient, intoxicated, needing. Hyunjin lay between your thighs, his face now levelled with your lower tummy, with your core. His arms were snaked around your thighs, holding you close - so close you thought he was scared that you'd slip away if he let go for only a second, but you didn't mind it. You felt his hot breath on your skin, his hotter mouth on the plush of your stomach, the cold breeze against your hardening nipples. Your senses overwhelmed, and Hyunjin wasn't making it easy on you, either; he continued kissing, continued licking, never stopped biting at your body, doting on all his favourite parts, caressing all your favourite spots. He knew you inside and out, he knew the sensitivity of your inner thighs, he knew you enjoyed feeling his breath fawn over it before he gave it a kiss - so he did just that, and he smiled to himself when you mewled out his name. You couldn't keep reading. It was impossible for you to.

"Hyun..."

Your voice was quiet, as though shy; it was needy, too, and if Hyunjin wasn't so focused on basking in your pleasure, he'd blow right then and there. He'd lose his mind over the way your thighs tensed with every kiss he planted there, how your body squirmed when he neared your core, only to pull away again and lick and kiss near your knees. He almost whimpered out in bashful satisfaction at the way you stopped reading, entirely, to call out his name, to let your hands search for his hair, to pull on it slightly when you found it moments later - he lost himself in everything you were, in everything he loved about you.

Though he could keep his composure, just enough. Seemingly mirically, because his body was reacting to your own like flames, igniting one another and impossible to put out. He was as hot as you felt, as intoxicated, just as needing.

"You gotta keep reading, babe."

Another kiss to your inner thighs, an open-mouthed one, a wet one. He was determined to drive you insane.

You whimpered, huffed out in what sounded like amusement. Hyunjin looked up at you, his mouth never breaking contact with your skin. He watched your closed eyes, the way you relished in the feeling of him, the way you were asking for more, silently, wordlessly. The way your body was pleading, the way he could read it without you saying as much as a word about it. He continued kissing, waiting for an answer. He moved slow, giving attention to every inch of your body before he even thought of moving on.

"Feels so good, though."

He trembled at your words. He shivered at the shake of your voice, at the sigh that followed it. He wanted you, he needed you, always. He would never grow sick of it. He would never grow sick of you. You lay there before him, and you wanted him. You lay there so vulnerable for him, and only him. You lay there, and were so honest about your pleasure, pleasure only he could give you; Hyunjin would never grow tired of the way you loved him.

Though, mirically, he continued keeping his composure. Witchcraft, surely, because you were irresistible, having pulled him in entirely, long ago.

"I know... wanna hear you read to me, though."

Your sigh of frustration was music to his ears. The scent of your clothed core, your scent, the feeling of the plush of your thighs, your bare chest, your tortured expression, your fingers in the depth of his hair - it was his death sentence.

"C'mon."

So you continued reading. Because you knew him enough to know he was patient - though, barely, just enough - to not give into you too fast, only to relish in you more. You continued reading, and every further word of yours made him move closer to your core. Shaky words, trembling words, though you made it through one sentence, then through another. And Hyunjin's mouth was closer, and closer, and closer to where you needed him so very urgently.

It must have been ten sentences when his fingers fanned over your waist, the part where your underwear cut into your flesh. He toyed with the elastic band, let it wrap around his fingers, only teased to take it off though never did. Not for another minute, not for another two. He stopped entirely when you stopped reading; only when you picked it up again he continued his ministrations. After a moment or two, Hyunjin pulled down your underwear, though only enough to expose a bit of your pubic bone. You hissed, voice fading almost into nothingness, though you kept reading until a kiss of his met your skin. You hissed again, then, and you were ready to kill him for the past thirty minutes of teasing, and doting, and malice, and loving. You needed him, and you weren’t sure how much longer your patience could hold out.

Hyunjin kissed your thighs. He didn’t leave your core forgotten, though – his mouth sucked onto the plushest part of your inner leg, right below your sex, and his fingers tangled into the waistband of your white, lacen panties, his favourite pair, to take them off you, slowly. If you hadn’t been quick enough, or attentive enough, or far too hyperaware of every of his movement, you wouldn’t have as much as noticed how you, excruciating moments later, lay before him in the nude, almost entirely – only your pyjama top adorning you, though it was barely enough to leave anything to the imagination. And Hyunjin yet took his time, yet didn’t give into you – you weren’t sure how he did it. You were exposed, you were vulnerable; though he acted like you weren’t, for a while longer. His lips painted most frustrating picture on your thighs, travelling to the hollow of your knees – slowly, relishing in your squirming, basking in the way your skin felt against his, as you relished in the way his hands accompanied his lips’ journey along your heated body. You were hot, very much so; Hyunjin ignited you with every touch, with every kiss, with every lick of his sinful tongue – he ignited you, even, with a gaze, eyes so lewd and speaking you didn’t know what was harder; looking straight into them or keeping track of your reading.

And it was when you lost your patience altogether, entirely, finally, that he did, too. It was a mewl, barely a whisper, even; you were surprised Hyunjin heard the weak call of his name in the first place, the plead in your voice, the longing. And it wasn’t a second after that his lips, the ones that had been tracing your body for seeming hours, for and eternity, that had covered you in spit and love and longing and passion, finally connected with your wetness. You were dripping, practically, his tireless teasing having egged you on far more than you were brave to admit. You felt Hyunjin kiss against your clit, lick it right after only to elicit a moan from you – it was embarrassing, how fast you were reacting to him and his body, how very little your composure held; but then again, you were hypersensitive. Had been, ever since he’d opened that first button, ever since a first kiss had fluttered over your body in a manner so loving it pulled at your heart.

Hyunjin’s hands were wrapped around you again, your own – book long forgotten and discarded somewhere next to you – tangled tightly in his hair. With every pull he moaned, groaned deeply into your pussy, and with every of his sound your body jolted, and vibrations set off in the entirety of your body. And he noticed, too, for he never made attempts to quiet down.

The sounds of your pleasure echoed through the room in harmony. The melodies of your names created a symphony, topped off with the lewd noise of his lips against your sex. He was making out with it, was sucking on your clit, kissing it, licking it, sucking it again. He was breathing you in, he was inhaling you entirely; as though wanting to make you his, wanting to annihilate your body with his own, to make one out of two, to melt together for eternity, as though a candle standing too close to the other. And you lost yourself at his passion. You were squirming, screaming, almost, his name, pleads, his name again. You weren’t sure you knew any other words that moment, your own name, even; he was everything you thought of, his tongue now lying flat against your slit and licking in thick stripes the only thing your mind was occupied with. All attempts of keeping your composure were long forgotten; you couldn’t possibly if he made you feel this way, when shocks of fire and electricity shot through your body with every squeeze his hands granted your thighs, and you didn’t want to, in the first place. You didn’t want to keep your composure. You didn’t want to try and not lose yourself in him; because you knew him enough to know he wanted you entirely, in honesty. And you knew him enough to know he lost himself within you all the same.

It wasn’t until two of his fingers teased your entrance, while his tongue flicked across your clit that your body started trembling. As though it was lain in ice suddenly, shaking against your lover who wasn’t giving you a chance to catch your breath. He inserted two digits into your warmth, smiled against your clit at the way you clenched around him momentarily. A soul-ripping whine left your throat then, and your fingers dug into the man’s scalp – it was bound to hurt, though he liked it. He would never not.

And Hyunjin yet moved slow. He didn’t move his fingers, even, for several moments after filling you with them; he kept them still, felt you wiggling around in search of friction. Only after you cried out his name, in obvious frustration, which, anew, made him smile against your sex, his hand started moving. Sensually, patiently, pumping in, then out, then in, then out again – before he curled his long, cold fingers up, and caressed that gooey spot within you. It was too easy, too thoughtless for him. A second nature, almost, the way he knew your body. Almost better than his own.

And you cried out again. You felt Hyunjin pump against your spot, over and over and over until your body felt in flames entirely, until you ignited him with them, until his own desire took over his body, made him feral. He fastened his pace now, sucked a little harsher, cursed a little louder, kissed a little harder. Against your clit, against your heat, against your very vulnerability, the one only he had access to. The one you only ever gifted him – and then you came, when his free hand pulled you closer to his body, tightly around your thigh and groping at your flesh, when the sensitivity tip-toed on the verge of being too much. You came in waves, stormy and urgent, entirely overwhelming. Your body shook, your voice was loud, your eyes were shut so close you saw stars against the darkness; and Hyunjin held you through it. Held you close, held you near to him, as though you’d disappear if he didn’t. As though he almost succeeded in merging your body with his own, in connecting your very souls to one.

And maybe he did. Maybe your body was his own, and maybe his was yours. And maybe your souls had been one and the same the very moment he had first longed for you, had first loved you; had first let his lips dance upon your skin, had first kissed you.

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teasing seungmin is my favorite ughhhh i want him 🤕

speaking of college boyfie seungmin 😈😈 study dates (u have sex) with him would be great

zbjxsksksn hhhh

this is not as smutty as you were probably looking for and is more dialogue than action. whoops!

warnings below the cut;

unprotected sex, banter, seungmin is a little shit, established relationship, college au, uh, i actually think that’s it.

you wrinkle his sheets between your fingers and crinkle various papers as you push them to floor. study guides, vocabulary lists, pages of formulas, and 1800 thread count cotton sheets fall victim to your wrath, all in the name of letting a puppy have his way. you can’t lie; you are just as eager as he is, but you know the two of you will regret the time wasted when your mediocre test grades are staring back at you.

“a-are you sure you want to repeat this mistake?” you ask, tilting your neck and exposing more skin to your boyfriend’s lips.

“are you sure you care that much?” he counters, nipping your skin.

“s-seungmin,” you half pout, half moan, kicking the last of your papers off the bed.

“seungmin,” he mocks, biting into your neck harshly. “such a baby.”

any retort you would have given dies on a whine, the pain causing your to grip seungmin’s biceps in an attempt not to squirm, less he bite harder. your boyfriend hums happily, soothing over the sore flesh with his tongue before pulling away. the smile you give him is dopey and he smiles back, despite also rolling his eyes.

“have you ever failed a test after having sex with me?” he asks, slapping his cock on your pussy.

“y-yes,” you croak, tilting your hips so that his length slides lower through your wetness.

“high school doesn’t count. we weren’t even dating then and i was a virgin. my dick game was, admittedly, trash.”

you laugh, gasping when seungmin rubs your clit with his cock, then drags it through your folds just to rub it against your hole. your cunt clenches, hole kissing at the tip of seungmin’s cock as it winks. his eyebrow raises, smug grin lining his lips; don’t you know your argument is worthless when your pussy acts like that?

“a-at least we agree on something. you couldn’t even f-find the—! seungmin!”

the way he sinks into you so quickly steals your next couple of breaths. he doesn’t even let you get another word in before he’s pulling out and sliding in again, giving you something to truly whine about. amidst your whining, seungmin only smirks, continuing to fuck you deep like the bastard he is.

“w-what?” he coos breathily. “i couldn’t f-find the hole? y-yeah?” he mocks as you nod, incapable of fixing your mouth to do anything other than moan. he eventually slows his pace, leaning in to bump your nose with his own, shaggy bangs tickling your forehead.

“mmm, good thing that’s in the past, huh? now are you gonna let me make you come or do you wanna get back to studying?”

“seriously?” you whimper, torn between strangling him and begging him to get on with it,

“i mean, i can pull out—“

“kim seungmin if you don’t fuck me right n—!”

he cuts you off by picking his pace up again, smiling evilly yet lovingly all the same.

“yeah, yeah, i got it, baby. quit your whining.”

bonus:

“so what did you get?” your boyfriend asks as you take the seat next to him. he’s putting the straw into the juice box he brought for you, hands flexing distractingly. “hm?”

“oh, a minus. apparently executive dysfunction isn’t an acceptable answer for treatment options failing.”

“told you having sex with me wouldn’t make you fail.”

“yeah, yeah,” you dismiss, slurping at your juice box. “but don’t go trying that shit when finals come around.”

“right,” he laughs, sipping at his own drink, “finals season is for eating pussy only.”

©️hyungszn 2023; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without my permission!

a sweet date with bf!Jeongin just so he can spoil you rotten all day… holding your hand the entire time while smiling. His smile is contagious so of course you’re smiling as well, trailing behind him through crowds with his hand in yours. He’ll buy you all the things you want— the things that caught your eye, the things you gave a second glance to. Even if you told him no, why would he deny his girl? No, so he must buy you that pair of jeans and those cute heels. They’d look great on you! bf!Jeongin who’d adore watching you try on said jeans… then picking out a cute sundress for you… then realizing the dress is a bit too short to wear out. But that’s okay because it can be just for his eyes. bf!Jeongin who’d push you back into the changing room, he’s quick to lock the door behind him. His keen eyes on you as you tilt your head up at him in confusion; all he has to say is “you’re so pretty it turns me on” and you know what that’ll lead to. Hopefully the receptionist at the front of the store won’t hear the little sounds you make as Jeongin lifts up your pretty dress and presses you softly against the wall, uttering a soft, “be quiet.”

is this a safe space. can i share this.

ive been thinking of the red lights duo (im having a chan phase)

hyunjin that sees you struggling with unreciprocated(?) feelings for chan and in his benevolence decided he just NEED to help out a friend. work out some frustration. its only fair, when seeing how worked up you get when visiting them during dance practice.

u just kNOW hed be so sly with it. that little shit. languid, torturous moves, whispering 'isnt this better? dont you see you dont need that guy?'. the smirk. god the smirk. so self assured when you finally give in and let him to what he wants to do to you.

maybe i like a little drama. maybe im just a little scared of pisces men

this is the safest place, because this??? this is crazy, in the best possible way

🔞 under the cut!!

The thought of Hyunjin going all out, taking you apart slowly and entirely, on his fingers, on his tongue, until he finally slides into you, thick and hot, his beautiful body draped over you, caging you against the bed, the ends of his hair tickling your face as he kisses you, licking into your mouth slowly.

"You love it like this, don't you," he purrs, pulling out almost all the way and rolling his hips as he sheaths himself back into you to the hilt. You shudder out a moan. "Slow and deep," he thrusts in again, a deep groan forcing its way out of his throat when you clench around him, "all-consuming, worshipping you like this."

You can't help but nod, barely able to compute what he's saying with how otherworldly it feels when he rolls his hips into you, hitting places you never thought possible.

He fucks you deeper, his fingers lacing with yours, pulling your hand to rest above your head. His breathing stutters when he stares down at you, and you can barely look away. Pleasure looks so good on him. Possessiveness, too, you note. You pull him in for another kiss, and he goes willingly, groaning into your mouth when you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to slide even deeper.

"Fuck, baby, darling, angel, don't you see," he breathes into your lips, dragging his down until he's buried in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

"Only I can fuck you like this, love you like this."

He pulls back, lets go of your hand in favour of cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your sweaty skin as he watches you, beautifully fucked out underneath him. He snakes his other hand between you, finds your clit, and you swear you see stars. His hips pick up speed, snapping into you harder, deeper than before.

He lets his forehead fall against yours, and all you can see is him; him and his sparkling eyes, his reverent, gentle hands, the elegant arch of his eyebrows as a twin heat coils in his abdomen with every thrust of his hips.

You cum around him suddenly, without warning, and he fucks you through it slowly and gently, he holds you through it, too, his hand on your face, his forehead against yours, watching every fibre of your being explode into pleasure, mumbling filthy nothings until he finally stills, a heady moan on his lips when he spills into you.

And even though Chan stares at you the next day, his brows furrowed when he notices the hickey on your neck, you find it hard to focus on him – because there's maybe the most beautiful man you've ever seen, right in front of you, smiling at you, his head cocked to the side as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear with a familiarity that makes your insides do a swoop.

SEUNGMIN "MANIAC" ENCORE IN JAPAN, LONELY STREET.

hard thought: Hyunjin making himself comfortable on a seat opposite his bed as he makes you play with yourself in front of him. After being naughty for a couple of days straight and not listening to him when he needs you to in bed, Hyunjin took it upon himself to take away your toys to make things that extra bit harder. All he’s left you with is just your hands to make yourself cum all over his sheets. You even go to the lengths of using his pillow to hump just for a change of feel. Just to try make your orgasms feel the same as to what Hyunjin blesses you with, which of course, aren’t nearly as similar.

“Aw, look at you. Making a mess on my pillow, hmm? You’re so dirty for that baby. I know you’re desperate but…that desperate? I hope it’s worth it then.”