DAECHWITA: Chapter 4

DAECHWITA: Chapter 4

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“Please be with me tonight, princess,” he came closer to you with quiet steps, “Let me hold you in my arms again.” “Hyunjin, don’t–” “Please,” he started begging with his eyes as well as his words while sneakily wrapping one hand around your waist, “Please. I can’t stand being without you anymore.”

Chapter 4: Sanity Fair

📜8.2K words | Approx. 35-min. read 🚨Please see the series masterlist for general warnings. For this chapter, there are some elements I'm not willing to explicitly "warn" for in order not to spoil what's ahead. Read at your own risk: Threesome, spitroasting, dom/sub dynamics, referenced foot fetish, lowkey dacryphilia, praising, deepthroating, spitting, hair pulling, squirting, hate sex, verbal degradation (m rec.), pegging. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

I cannot breathe.

Your mind felt stuffy. It was multiple uppercuts you had to endure in the span of a single night. Multiple decisions made, none of which seemed right. It felt like there were several splinters on your fingers, and if you failed to find the courage to stick a needle to remove them, callous skin was going to form over each and every one of those, just to drive you insane with the sustained lack of relief. A constant reminder of your embarrassing lack of control over your willpower.

You’re weak.

Not only were you not allowed to see Chris again, but you were also relieved from your assistant duties to his class, which you assumed was to make you cut contact with him completely. The fact that you couldn’t do anything about all this frustrated the crap out you—you were trying really hard to remember the last time you felt this helpless so that it could spark an idea to help you deal with it. 

Something. 

Anything. 

To no avail. 

You eventually buried yourself in your studies as a desperate attempt for self-distraction. With time, the wildfire of severe withdrawal gradually turned into a burning amber, but it still refused to die out completely. It kept slowly burning inside you, reminding you of what his soul felt like, what his eyes looked like, what his laughter sounded like, what his skin tasted like. You could feel the longing reaching dangerous levels of uncontainable, and even you weren’t sure what you were capable of doing if it threatened to pour out of you one day. Not solely because of one night of intimacy you shared, but because… It felt like you lost a friend. The friend.

You weren’t recalling the remains of Chris every now and then. He just never left your mind.

“The Queen would like you to take on the instructional duties of her son.”

You were convinced even years later you were going to remember where you were, what you were doing, what you were wearing, and what time it was when you heard that sentence. Your heart dropped to your stomach at full force, doing multiple backflips on the way. It was so hard not to smile. So fucking hard. You had to exert conscious effort to make it seem like you weren’t readily accepting it, but finally… Finally you could see him again. You didn’t know for how long this was going to be your new assignment, but you didn’t even care. Even just once would be more than enough. Just once to get your fix, hug him tight when no one was looking maybe so that it could last you for a little while.

Was there a snowflake’s chance in hell that… that he asked for it himself? Would it be at all possible that somewhere on these grounds there was a man going through the exact same things you were going through?

That night you laid in your bed with your arm over your forehead, just looking at the ceiling. You didn’t even know what prompted that but you found yourself contemplating the discrepancies between day and night. Black and white. Chris and Hyunjin. 

How was it even possible that two citizens of the same womb born into the same family, having the exact same upbringing could be this drastically different from each other? Even when they came so close to possessing the same color, the shades were so distinct, like the battle of bright red orange versus luscious burgundy. While Chris was the definition of the toasty warmth of soothing coziness, Hyunjin felt like boiling hot water—when you dipped your finger in it, your synapses wouldn’t be able to instantly register the extreme temperature, so you’d think it was actually awfully cold at first. Only after some time passed, no matter how brief, would you let out a cry of pain, and end up getting blisters on your skin. You thought, you thought, and you eventually thought yourself to sleep.

Until…

“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she? Makes you wanna fuck her awake.”

“Don’t be crass.”

You weren’t able to tell whether the whispers were real, or just a byproduct of your imagination, but when you opened your eyes, you jumped in your bed seeing two shadows towering over you, regardless of how familiar they looked.

“Shh, it’s me beautiful,” Hyunjin laid down next to you and caressed your hair to calm you down, “I invited a guest tonight. Hope you don’t mind.”

You squinted your eyes to make them adjust to the darkness and followed the shadow making its way to the other side of you.

“Chris? Is that you?”

“Told you she had her eyes on you,” Hyunjin softly chuckled and placed a kiss on your temple, “Yes, it’s the golden boy you've been dying to fuck, princess.”

The golden who that you–? What?

“I missed you, baby,” Chris made himself comfortable on your right side, “When Hyun wouldn’t shut up about you the entire night, it riled me up a bit too much, so we wanted to pay you a secret visit.”

You… You weren’t supposed to know. Nobody is supposed to know. How d–?

“What– What does that even mean? I’m so confused.”

“I know you’ve been really confused lately, so I figured we could make it easier for you,” Hyunjin dragged his finger from your shoulder down your arm and spoke into your ear, “Why settle for one of us when you can have both of us?”

The shock. The immediate clash of the dark and bright. The prospect of being desired by two men who share the same DNA versus the absolute condemnation of it going at each other’s throats to death. Surrendering against resisting. 

Why were you even hesitating?

You’re weak.

“You’re… You’re brothers.”

“Brothers, schmothers, let’s not get too caught up in the fine print, princess,” Hyunjin’s lips found their way to your neck, and he spoke before latching himself to you, “No one will know. I promise.”

As Hyunjin did what he did best, disarming your defenses one kiss at a time, Chris’ hand made it to your inner thigh and kept stroking you in a manner between affectionate and arousing.

“Sorry in advance, but I'll keep you up again.” 

The deep voice coming from your right hardly cleared the fog in your mind.

“Again? But you–”

“I don’t tire that easily, baby,” his lips brushed against yours, “We're gonna fuck all night.”

Chris seemed like he got confidence steroids injected into him. The shy guy who was barely able to tell you what he liked was nowhere to be found, possessed from head to toe by this sex god instead, telling you what was about to go down. Yet, no matter how you looked at it, the turn of events uncontrollably unfolding right before your eyes was so wrong that you despised yourself for being this aroused by it.

“But isn’t that why it’s such a fucking turn on, baby?”

“How did you–?”

“Shh,” Chris pressed his fingers on your lips, “I know everything.”

“Don’t think,” Hyunjin slithered his left hand into your nightgown to feel your breasts, “Just let this happen.”

You’re weak.

After flipping off the voice in your head, you took a deep breath like you were about to go underwater, clueless if you were ever going to come back up, and let yourself go. 

“Every time I see you, I get this feral urge to fuck you senseless, you know? Look at what you’re doing to me,” Chris closed your hand over his bulge to make you palm him, “It hurts so bad. Can you kiss it better? Please?”

Still in the middle of kissing his soul out of him, you slid your hand inside Chris’ bottoms. He felt amazing to the touch, just so smooth and warm, throbbing in your hand for more friction.

“Let me see you, beautiful,” Hyunjin stopped peppering kisses all over your collarbones and caressed your hips, “Arch that perfect thing for me.”

You positioned yourself between Chris’ legs and arched your ass all the way up for Hyunjin to admire. He slid your underwear down to expose you for him fully, grazing his teeth on the supple skin and clearly fighting the urge to bite into it. It was his degenerate excellency for fuck’s sake; when was ‘regular’ ever enough for him? While you were ridding Chris of his bottoms, you felt some movement between your legs. When you looked down, you saw Hyunjin’s porcelain features directly facing your pussy, and he pushed your hips down towards his mouth to indulge in his favorite pastime activity.

“God, that feels so fucking good.”

Hyunjin loved getting a rise out of you every time he ate your pussy like that was a fine dining experience, meant to be savored and consumed over the course of a couple of hours. This wasn’t a basic need to be quickly satisfied just to feel full—he was fully aware it was a luxury not affordable by everyone, not even to those who were well-endowed. You felt the familiar vibrations of his soft laughter against your folds as you kept grinding on his face.

“Like what you see, huh?” Chris brushed his thumb on your cheek while lazily smiling with one hand behind his nape, “I can see you drooling.”

“You look… a bit too good… spread on my bed like that.”

“Choke on it for me, baby, come on.”

Perfect. Everything about him was just perfect. His firm skin begging to be touched by you, his sandalwood pheromones invading the whole goddamn room, getting you way more riled up than you should have ever been. The deep husky moans he let out with every stroke were complete music to your ears, meant to be listened to on repeat during still nights. The way he wouldn’t break eye contact with you when you hollowed your cheeks, his brows furrowed so hard making him look like he was furious when you took him deep down your throat was everything. Chris kept caressing your hair like he wanted to soothe you.

“You’re fucking ascending me,” he let out a throaty groan while throwing his head back with his eyes closed, “You’ll swallow all of it, right? My baby girl won't waste a drop.”

Baby girl. His baby girl. 

His. 

His. 

His.

You weren’t able to identify the exact feeling that address induced, but it was so strong that you didn’t even hesitate to choke on Chris with all you got until you made him cum into your mouth. The way he was loudly moaning for you made you clench on Hyunjin’s lips. 

Hard.

“Kiss me, baby. Show me what I taste like.”

You made a move towards Chris, but Hyunjin wouldn’t let your hips go. He pushed you down on his mouth instead while sliding his tongue inside you to lock you in your place. When you managed to sit up, it was literally you sitting on his pretty face, and the sight seemed to have annoyed Chris for some reason.

“Play nice, Hyun,” he pulled you towards himself and turned you around to get you comfortable on his lap, “Sit on it now. Let me get hard inside you again.”

Chris had just cum, but when he still met resistance trying to slide into you, it made him chuckle.

“I’m barely hard, but you’re still this tight,” he quietly moaned into your ear, “Love it when you’re dripping. Fucking love stretching you open.”

Meanwhile, Hyunjin slid your nightgown all the way up to your waist to expose you for him and positioned himself between your legs, the shadow passing through his face still somewhat visible in the darkness of the room.

“Settled, baby? Can I fuck you back to sleep now?” Chris placed a tiny kiss on your earlobe, “Legs open wide for me. I wanna watch how he devours that pretty pussy.”

This was Hyunjin’s cue to step into the spotlight, which stained his lips with a half-smile. He started eating you out properly while Chris fucked into you with languid thrusts.

“Just like that. Getting wetter on me,” he hissed into your ear, “Feel it. Feel me get harder inside you. Does he make you feel good, too?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” you threw your head back on his shoulder.

“But it feels better inside you, right? This is how you do it. Look,” Chris placed his hand on yours and instructed you, “Guide his head to your moans. He loves that. Will eat better.”

This was simply the most horrendously wrong thing you ever engaged in that made you feel this fucking good. You were still viscerally aware of it and were forcing yourself to have an internal conflict about it. You had to, that was the right thing to do, but the fact of the matter was nobody would be able to have their logic intact while getting fucked into oblivion by two young gods.

“Much better, huh?” Chris kissed your neck, “He may eat pussy for his own pleasure, but I fuck you for yours. You know that right?”

“Chris...”

“Let’s make out, baby. Let him watch us, too. Get him to leak.”

He slid his hands inside the smooth fabric hiding you from him to fondle your breasts, and kept fucking into you while inhaling your lips. It was the way he moaned into you that almost made you lose your mind for good.

“God, I’m so fucking gone for you. No one can take dick this well,” Chris turned his attention to Hyunjin and chastised him out of the blue, “Stop eating with manners, motherfucker. The audience wants to hear you slurping.”

Hyunjin took it as an order and started eating you out with pornographically wet sounds, trapping your clit within his lips and releasing it in frequent intervals.

“Ah, fuck!”

“Shh, that’s it, baby. Into me. Relax,” then Chris continued with his orders, “I want her teased everywhere. Do your thing.”

The stimulations from both sides began to overwhelm you. Your legs were shaking and your breathing was getting labored. The only thing your mind was able to process was extreme pleasure and all twenty-one undertones of it.

“Shh, shh, you’re taking it so well, baby. So fucking well. You’re making me so proud,” Chris locked his hands under your knees to keep them open, “Spread wider. I’ll fuck you so good while he gets you soaked. Then we're gonna get you to squirt on his pretty face and you'll let me watch you clean that mess.”

One man behind you whispering the filthiest things your eardrums had ever let in as if he was reading you a bedtime story, the other between your legs luxuriating in the most delectable delicacy he could get his hands on… You were feeling yourself getting overcome by excessive gratification by the second as they both picked up their pace.

“Spit on it. I said I want this pussy soaked,” Chris gently spread your labia to expose your clit more, “Right there. She loves it there.”

You felt the intensity when Hyunjin did as he was told. Come to think of it, it was a bit unlike him to ‘take orders’. Even when you were completely disarmed like that, you briefly wondered whether that was because it was his older brother talking to him, or because he actually liked being told what to do.

“Just like that. Suck on it nice and good. I wanna see that clit swollen.”

“Hyunjin…”

“Feels so good, right? Shh, I know, I know. You’re doing amazing. Kiss me,” Chris turned your face to him to taint your lips with himself again, “I’ll let him take care of you this once. Then I'm gonna eat it myself properly, baby. It's mine.”

You clenched so hard and you were sure both of them felt it this time. Chris flashed a perverse smile against your mouth.

“You have a thing for sitting on pretty boys' faces, don't you? Turns you the fuck on.”

“Stop fucking exposing me!” you turned your face away from him.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he kissed your hair while filling his lungs to the brim with your scent, “Say, wanna make him cum untouched?”

“How would you know how to do that?”

“Told you. I know everything,” he responded empathically, “Tell him how pretty he is. He's so weak for that.”

You turned your attention to Hyunjin between your legs, completely in his own world. He really wasn’t lying when he said he ate pussy for his own pleasure. You ran your fingers through his silky hair and spoke in a soft tone, taking deep breaths in between your words to suppress your moans.

“He knows how pretty he is, doesn’t he? He knows he's pleasure materialized.”

Then it hit you. You remembered how thickly he gulped when he saw your toe ring the first night he came into your room.

“Want me to stroke you with my feet? You can cum on them if you want,” you teased while still stroking his hair, “Only if you promise to clean them of course.”

Hyunjin’s moans were clearly audible for the first time that night.

“Want me to put on some heels for you? I'll even paint my toes in your favorite color so you can worship them properly.”

He moaned louder. You and Chris chuckled at his reaction.

“Look at how he's fucking losing it. Grab him by his hair now,” Chris instructed you calmly with a soft voice, “Shove his head into your pretty pussy, baby. Choke him.”

It was when you did exactly as told that Hyunjin started going feral, squeezing his eyes due to how much pleasure it was inducing in him.

“See? Moans louder when you do that.”

You watched Hyunjin with your lips parted, taking this egotistical pleasure in seeing him go to town on you like that. Getting a man that looked this hypnotically beautiful, this tantalizing to absolutely lose it for you… The sight was so delectable that it made you feel like nothing but a fucking goddess.

“But you're just so pretty. Your lips were made to eat pussy. Look how good they look sucking on my clit.”

The way he looked dead into your eyes at that moment while pleasuring you as if he wanted to fuck your soul. His gaze was darker than the dusk enveloping the room, and how much it turned you on was simply unreal.

“So fucking thick and juicy, my god. Let me kiss those lips, pretty face.”

Hyunjin unleashed himself at you like he was waiting on standby. His lips were all swollen and wet by then, his chin excessively coated with your arousal to the point that it was dripping. He was kissing you like he wanted to eat you alive. You grabbed his hands and squeezed them to stop him from touching himself at all costs.

“What is it with your obsession with pretty pussies? Can't fucking control yourself?”

Of course. He told you that he had no self-control himself, but it still made you fucking furious how weak he got in front of any pussy he deemed pretty. Somebody had to be reminded of what he was allowed to eat.

“Look at you. You’re so pretty you make me wanna hurt you. I wanna sit on your beautiful face just to defile it. I'm gonna make you fucking cry under me. You're gonna be even prettier.”

Hyunjin moaned with his eyes closed, but you didn’t lie. You had so much pent-up anger towards him. How fucking dare he looked for another when you were right there.

“Tell him what he does to you, baby,” Chris kissed your shoulder and placed his chin on it, “Tell him.”

“He knows what he's doing to me,” you flashed a smile as dark as Hyunjin’s eyes, still speaking in a comforting tone that didn’t match the thorns of your words, “You do, don’t you? You turn me on so much it pisses me the fuck off.”

He moaned louder. You pressed your forehead against his and carried on with your assault.

“I fucking hate how much I wanna fuck you on sight. You’re driving me fucking insane.”

Even louder. That was the moment you whispered right into his ear with so much air, quite convinced of the consequences that were going to follow.

“But I love it when you cum so much because of me, pretty face.”

“Oh, FUCK me!”

The only thing you aggressively stroked was his gargantuan ego, yet Hyunjin still came all over your crotch, heartbeat running loose to the point that you could feel it on his forehead.

“Tsk, look at this mess,” you pecked his lips while Hyunjin was still trying to come down, and laid back into Chris’ arms again, “Clean it for me now, will you?”

While Hyunjin was slurping on the trail he left on you, you kept whispering quiet odes to his beauty and what a stellar job he was doing, which only seemed to have skyrocketed his enthusiasm. Meanwhile, you felt Chris getting even harder inside you, and it was quite apparent he had run out of patience by then.

“You’re so fucking hot when you get nasty like that,” he repositioned you on his lap to be able to reach a particular spot he had in mind, “This is where I make you cum so hard.”

The lazy movements that had been going on for who knows how long mutated into hard precise thrusts. The sudden peak in delicious pressure alerted your whole entire body.

“Good god, Chris!”

“You like it right here, huh?” he palmed both your breasts from behind you and began fondling them, “I’ll hit that so good it’s gonna fucking blow your mind, baby. Don’t hold back.”

Hyunjin wasn’t about to let you cum without him included, which immediately prompted him to start lapping at your clit. That concoction of pressure and stimulation as well as the loud moans of three different people mixed together rapidly devolved beyond endurable. In a matter of seconds, you violently snapped and watched yourself squirt partially on Hyunjin's face and partially in his mouth.

“That’s it. There you go. Does just as she’s told, my baby girl,” Chris attacked you with kisses all over your shoulders, your neck, and the side of your face, “Let me keep fucking you when you ride it out.”

“Don’t think so. I believe she has some cleaning to do on my face, don’t you princess?” Hyunjin rose from his position, “We’re switching.”

“Make me,” Chris shot an annoyingly challenging smile, “I think she’s pretty comfortable where she is. You can leave us be.”

“Tell him you want me more, beautiful. He needs to hear it from you.”

Not that you were in a state of full rationality at that moment, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to say that. Not to mention, it was obvious that Hyunjin wasn’t demanding a line for the sake of a scene; he wanted to hear what he thought was the truth. The more your silence ensued, the more visibly angrier he was getting.

“Tell him. What’s stopping you?”

The smirk on Chris’ lips when he uttered that sentence was the last straw for the younger one.

“Because she loves me, brother.”

It happened in the blink of an eye. Hyunjin reached under your bed to pull a gun out of nowhere and aimed it at you and Chris, causing both of you to take defensive stances.

“Tell him you don’t.”

“Hyunjin, calm down.”

“Tell him.”

“Hyunjin–”

“I said fucking TELL HIM!”

BANG!

You woke up gasping for air to the sounds of fireworks going off on the grounds for Dragon Day celebrations. Drenched in sweat and your heartbeat through the roof, you immediately felt your chest for a sign of blood or people in your room. There was no one. You tried to shoo away the haze of disorientation by checking under your bed as well as the time, which showed 12 AM sharp. Not only were you scared to death, almost on the brink of a heart attack if not a stroke, but you were also confused to the point of questioning your whole entire existence.

Maybe dreams were much like our instincts, and they were trying to tell you something.

That morning as you were making your way to The Zen Room on the main residence, you were hoping from the bottom of your soul that the room was aptly named because there was no way you would able to contain the civil war going on inside you. You weren’t even sure how long it had been since you last saw Chris, but it felt like forever ago. It didn’t matter a single bit; it could have been since yesterday for all you cared—nothing could justify how much you had missed him. You took a deep breath and finally slid the ornate door open. 

It smelled like jasmine tea inside. The entire place was backlit due to the room facing an interior garden, much like the little backyard you had in your building. The only things visible at first sight were the scripts adorning the walls and the little wooden table on the floor harboring two rolls of parchment, inkstone and sticks along with a variety of brushes neatly placed next to each other. Disturbingly symmetrically.

And his figure overlooking the little life-size terrarium with his back turned to you, seemingly holding a tea cup in his hands. You couldn’t control the smile on your face as you started taking purposefully slowed-down steps towards him.

“Since when are you into calligraphy, bathroo–? Oh.”

The vague figure turned his back and allowed the sun rays to kiss him. Your disappearing smile began to resurface on those porcelain features you knew all too well.

“Since always, princess.”

As he put his teacup away, you sat down and channeled all your attention on the little table—a bit too little for you to keep a proper distance. More importantly, however…

Why did this feel like you fell for a trap?

“Care to inform me why I have been summoned here?” you asked, eyes scanning each piece of instrument in front of you. Hyunjin sat diagonal to you with exorbitant amounts of grace like he was about to put on a performance, very unlike a clueless student would.

“I am just horrible with traditional characters. I would very much like to master cursive.”

“It’s a little presumptuous of you to think I can help you with something your tutors cannot, your grace.”

Hyunjin grabbed one of the middle-sized brushes, which you assumed were made of fox hair, and brushed his thumb on it.

“Mother knows best, don’t you think? She says there is nothing our resident prodigy is unable to do,” a very content smile tainted his lips, “And I couldn’t agree more.”

How bored out of his mind must he have been consulting to such means to entertain himself? This was like a little skit for his excellency, and you were in no mood to humor him. Traditional cursive script? Why of course, by all means, maybe it was time to drag this spoiled brat to hell and back.

“I wasn’t given a schedule,” you poured a little water into the stone and started grinding the ink stick, “As you would understand, I have studies of my own. For how long is this going to last?”

“Let’s just say twice a week for as long as it’s necessary,” Hyunjin watched the way you were making ink with complete fascination, “If it ever comes to that, your graduation requirements can be adjusted. We happen to know some people.”

“With all due respect, I like earning my achievements rather than having them handed to me,” you responded with a total lack of pause, “I understand if it’s a difficult concept for you to grasp, though.”

Hyunjin was asking for it. He was asking for it because, for some unexplainable reason, he realized how much it was tickling him when you talked back to him, and rightfully so. He was aware of the glass wall you insisted on putting up between the two of you. He was aware that it disappeared when the room temperature rose through the roof, and that it solidified back again the morning after. Leading a life where he simply took and took and took whatever the fuck he pleased, he didn’t know how to give, yet the more you resisted him, the more it made him wanna crush that wall into mere dust for good. So that he could give you everything.

You held the bamboo handle of the brush and soaked it with the ink you just made. Your grip was just firm enough to not let the brush fall off your fingers.

“Please observe,” you scraped the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone and began drawing the first of six characters you had in mind.

The landing, the dragging, the finishing. The strokes and the hooks. You were dancing on that piece of parchment and Hyunjin was watching you with nothing but awe on his face.

“Now copy it with me.”

It was obvious. You may not have gone through the insufferably formal royal tutoring, but your teacher was your father. Watching him for all those years also taught you to differentiate skilled hands from the ones pretending to be subpar. For whatever reason.

“Could you model it with my hands, please? I think I’m getting some of the strokes wrong.”

Yes, he was, but not because he didn’t know how to do the landing. Not because he didn’t know what a rising hook was. You heaved a sigh as quietly as you could manage, and got behind him, placing your hand on his right one to draw the character with laid-back movements. His distinct sweet fragrance started filling your lungs again, and you knew for a fact that it happened every time his pulse accelerated.

“This feels like making love to you on paper, beautiful.”

You were pretty familiar with that extremely sensual aura by now, but what you saw on the night of Chris’ birthday was engraved behind your eyelids like a venomous nightmare you just couldn’t forget. And he would still have the audacity to carry on with the smooth talking?

Despicable.

When in fact, you had absolutely no right to be this furious. He was a human being before he was a prince, meaning he was free to do whatever he goddamn pleased with whoever he wanted. He didn’t owe you anything. It wasn’t like you could ever be something more than a—

“Er erhm. We’re here for your studies, your grace.” 

“I know,” Hyunjin turned to his right to face you, “and there are many things I would like to study with you, princess.”

“Please stop using incorrect addresses and follow my lead,” you squeezed his hand in a manner far from affectionate and quickened the strokes of your brush. 

It turned out that The Zen Room was nothing but a complete hoax since all you were able to feel was five kinds of discomfort. For whatever reason.

“I would like to see this character perfectly copied the next time I see you. We’re done for today.”

“Wait, are you—?”

“We are done, your grace,” you emphasized and got up to leave before he could do or say anything else to coax you into staying. Because deep down inside you feared that you would.

For whatever reason.

You had started spending more of your time with Hyunjin now. To his credit, he at least dialed down the intensity of whatever ulterior motives he had and was only talking to you through barely defendable innuendos. How the brush strokes reminded him of a soft touch. How the ink was as dark as a moonless night. Twice a week. While practicing the correct order of strokes. From top to bottom. Left to right. Horizontal then vertical. You didn’t talk about anything else. You didn’t converse. It was mostly silent in The Zen Room, but in your experience, it was always the quiet ones.

Always the quiet ones that fucked shit up.

The day Hyunjin finished the sixth character on his canvas was the day he found himself at your door again. He didn’t know what else to do to deal with your absence anymore. He told you he had no self-control himself, yet he was still willing to try for your sake. He wasn’t even sure how long it had been since he touched you, but it felt like forever ago. It didn’t matter a single bit; it could have been since yesterday for all he cared—nothing could justify how much he was about to crush his walls into a pile of debris.

He had to have you. Again. As many times as he could. He knocked on your door without having an exact script in his mind for the first time.

“What are you doing here?” you answered the door while tying your robe.

“Came to practice calligraphy.”

“That’s a daytime activity, your grace.”

“You’re hurting my feelings,” Hyunjin tsked with a pout, “Didn’t I forbid you from calling me that, beautiful?”

“You can cry about it in your diary then.”

Malice. He didn’t understand why exactly you were filled with it, but he could feel the burn of the poison splattered from your words on his skin.

Something had shifted within you.

“May I please invite you to my room? I would very much like to show you something.”

This again. Why the overpolite royal booty call antics? He could have straight up asked you ‘Hey, you down to fuck?’ and it would have still had the same impact on you. Sheer irritation.

Interestingly enough, a couple of weeks ago it wouldn’t.

“Show it here.”

“I can’t carry it around. Please.”

Not the begging kind. The polite order kind. With that ‘Kindly know your place’ undertone that you would never be able to prove, but it was just there. You let out an exasperated sigh and followed after him. What was it going to be this time? A spreader bar? A suspension rig? A goddamn coffin?

But when you walked into Hyunjin’s room, you saw a monochrome painting depicting a warrior princess holding a katana instead. Fully grayscale, texture reminiscent of the ink you had been grinding. Her face was hardly visible and only her bare back from the waist up was showing. Delicately violent. There was a tattoo on her spine consisting of the exact same characters he had been practicing with you.

Mind over matter.

Fuck your entire life if you gave him the satisfaction by noticeably swooning all over this.

“Cool painting,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “Anything else?”

What did you mean by not melting in front of this grand gesture? What else did he need to do so that you would get the message? Wasn’t that why you didn’t spend the night with his br–?

Hyunjin lost all reasoning, not that he had much, to begin with.

“Please be with me tonight, princess,” he came closer to you with quiet steps, “Let me hold you in my arms again.”

“Hyunjin, don’t–”

“Please,” he started begging with his eyes as well as his words while sneakily wrapping one hand around your waist, “Please. I can’t stand being without you anymore.”

You almost got lost in the feeling when he started kissing your neck. It was incredibly hard to do, but you managed to pump the brakes before losing control of the steering wheel for good, and took a step back. Even if you hadn’t officially confirmed it, you had an idea that Hyunjin would have a problem with rejection of any kind.

And he wasn’t able to properly veil it anymore.

“Why are you running away from me?!”

You were still somewhat keeping your cool, but the ugly shades of spite started to swim to the surface of your skin at full force.

“The answer to that question resides with your kittens, your fucking grace.”

How little Hyunjin’s eyes widened was not visible to the naked eye. You had to be specifically looking for that flinch to recognize it. Yet when you had pure acrimony vision, having realized you were getting sick and tired of how entitled someone could be with complete disregard to everything ever, that was all you could see. Hyunjin started spilling his guts either because you poked somewhere you shouldn’t have, or because that was legitimately his last resort.

“Do you have any idea what you put me through that night?!” he spat while breathing heavily, “I know you were with my brother. The idea of you with him… With anyone… I was this close to doing something stupid!”

“So you opted for doing something extremely stupid instead.”

Your voice wasn’t even as loud as Hyunjin’s passionate declaration, but it seemed to have a calming effect on him. His breathing instantly turned to normal, and you could see hints of a smile appearing on his lips.

“You’re mad,” he started walking towards you again, “It upset you that I touched someone else.”

“No, I’m not.”

“I know jealousy when I see it, princess. I invented it.”

He was believing it. Hyunjin believed it was the sheer act of him gratifying himself with another person, or worse with other people that made you feel this agitated. How hard was it to be able to read the room? How hard was it to abide by a handful of unspoken rules? How fucking hard was it to restrain yourself from slashing someone’s pride, especially if that someone was a person you claimed to care about in whatever capacity?

How goddamn hard?

“You want me,” Hyunjin stepped closer with squinted eyes as if he cracked a code while you stood still in your place silently, the clench on your jaw somewhat noticeable by then, “You want me to only touch you, don’t you?”

You could feel the venom of malevolence rising from your stomach up to your throat, getting dangerously hard to control by the second.

“You want me to make you feel good,” he got even closer and crossed the invisible line you drew between you two, “And only you.”

“It’s like you’re asking to get your life smacked out of you,” you hissed between your teeth and turned around to control the urge to do just that. Hyunjin grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards himself, his body flush against yours.

“Hurt me.”

He blurted it out so casually like a greeting, and it was so out of the blue that it completely caught you off guard.

“Exc– What?”

“Punish me for what I’ve done. I deserve it. Hurt me.”

You couldn’t possibly be hearing this right. Even by his standards, this ‘request’ sounded absolutely…

Maniacal.

“Take your anger out on me. You have my full consent.”

“For what?!”

The beautiful creature standing in front of you spoke with a voice dripping with determination.

“To take me against my will.”

Hyunjin could see the colors in your eyes change. This had nothing to do with simple lust anymore. You were on the brink of seeing cinnabar red, but he was still pushing it, fully aware he was going to inhale mouthfuls of mercury vapor if he kept raising the temperature.

“Don’t you just wanna make me repent? Don’t you wanna show me my place?”

“Stop it.”

“Don’t you wanna make me regret what I did, princess?”

“Hyunjin, stop it.”

He brought his moist lips right against your earlobe and whispered before placing a small kiss on it.

“I know you do. Hurt me.”

You heard a faint ringing in your ears before the disturbing silence that lasted maybe for a nanosecond, and literally felt the snapping caused by your soul leaving your body.

You slammed Hyunjin against the wall and attacked his lips, kissing him like you absolutely despised him. Teeth sinking into skin, dragging the sensitive flesh to hear him moan, scratches on his bare chest. The more you were trying to inflict pain, the more he seemed to get aroused out of his mind.

“Was it good? Did you like fucking her hard?!!”

“I thought of you the entire time.”

“Don’t… fucking… lie to me, pretty face,” you harshly grabbed his chin to squeeze it and threw him on his bed, “You’re incapable of controlling yourself, aren’t you?”

“Do you wanna know how many times I touched myself to the thought of you?” Hyunjin attempted to sit up just to get pushed back down, “Do you wanna know how much I fucking crave you? You’ve ruined me!”

“I don’t care. Looks like I didn’t do good enough of a job,” you straddled him and sneakily entangled your fingers in his silk hair, “Nobody can leave you unattended for one second. Then you immediately revert back to the pretty slut you are.”

When you pulled on it hard, Hyunjin arched his back and let out a loud moan, left of the center on the spectrum of pleasure and pain. You were feeling like a completely different person possessed by whatever diabolical urges he injected in you with his mere words.

“You love hearing how pretty you are, aren’t you, your grace?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re the prettiest,” you spoke with a borderline soothing voice and brought your face millimeters away from his, “But you’re such a fucking whore.”

It didn’t even feel like a kiss anymore. It was you emitting intense mercury vapor, cursing mouthfuls at him with your lips on his. Although he was the one that wanted to initiate a scene, Hyunjin was having a very hard time sticking to it with how hungrily he was devouring you already. It started to irritate you more when you noticed how much he was enjoying the graze on the sensitive skin on his neck, just hissing and groaning at the sensation.

“Let me taste you again.”

“Is that what you want?”

“It’s all I can think about,” he kept panting while cupping your face, “I keep daydreaming about your taste. I even see your scent in my dreams. Please, beautiful.”

“Well, you can’t.”

“Please,” his whimper came out way too loud, “I’ll do anything for you, I swear. Just choke me between your legs, I’m fucking begging you.”

The innocence you were feigning was massively overshadowed by the devilish smile on your face.

“But I wanna make you cry.”

“Then fuck me, princess.”

“How is that making you cry?” you raised your brows and spoke in an utterly derisive tone, “I don’t feel like rewarding you for what you’ve done.”

“You do wanna see me fall from grace for you, don’t you?”

The insinuation was there. It somehow registered in whatever was left of your sanity, but was he actually offering you this? Were you maybe witnessing the edges of what desire was capable of making him do?

“Do you– Do you want me to peg you?”

“Yes.”

Zero hesitation. Casually. Like he just asked you to touch him. To kiss him. To stroke his hair. Or whatever the fuck he associated affection with.

“Why are you– Why are you this– Fuck!”

Hyunjin harshly pulled you towards him for a kiss again. Everything was so intense that you were both out of breath in the middle of it.

“You do want to make me shut up for good, don’t you?” he spoke against your lips.

“Yes, I do. I fucking do!”

He reached out to his drawer and brought out what looked like a double-edged dildo, just to hand you the toy with no room for second thoughts.

“Go crazy on me, beautiful.”

It felt like time stood still. Why was he willing to go this far like a trust fall, not giving a shit about what you were actually capable of doing? What if you were about to do something crazy? Something way darker than the cinnabar red. Was he gonna be simply okay with it?

Was he aware of the things he was in the middle of trading?

"Do you trust me, pretty face?"

“I do.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t,” you deliriously smiled at him, “Maybe it’s the biggest mistake you’ve ever made.”

You were looking for the slightest hint of fear in his criminally ethereal face, but Hyunjin couldn’t have looked more composed. Almost tranquil. You were overcome by the idea of punishing him, but you still couldn’t find it in you to go that insane. You drowned the dildo in lube, and when he felt the cold sensation against his entrance, Hyunjin shuddered, expectancy visibly peaked.

“Fuck me like I fuck you, princess. Hard and good.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, pretty face. Sit there and take it.”

You could feel his thighs getting tense around you when you started slowly pushing in. It took a while for him to get used to the feeling, but quite honestly, not as long as you would think.

Like he had done this before.

“Please. Harder.”

“So you like getting fucked, huh?” you kept pumping the toy into him with obscenely wet sounds accompanying his moans, “You like feeling full. You fucking love it, don’t you?”

“No, it’s– it’s you,” Hyunjin panted with his eyes closed, “I've never let anyone else do this to me before.”

You almost felt a part of you getting soft, but unfortunately for him, the demon on your shoulder had the mic.

It’s a lie. Don’t fall for it. How else is he gonna take it that well?

“Are you lying to me by any chance, your grace?”

“NO! No, I’m not, I swear. You’re the only one that gets to do this besides me,” he offered a panicked explanation in the middle of perishing under you, “Harder. I can take it.”

“So, you don’t want me to fuck you, do you?” you sneered, “You just wanna fuck yourself through a proxy.”

When Hyunjin’s cock laying on his crotch visibly twitched, you let out a small chuckle, and if gestures had subtitles, yours would read ‘Don’t be so fucking obvious’.

“Then beg for it, prince.”

“God, please,” Hyunjin loudly whined, “Fuck us both with it. I wanna watch you cum to fucking me.”

“I told you not to tell me what to do, didn’t I? Don’t you dare touch yourself.”

You started fucking him harder, only meeting him halfway with his demands. Hyunjin’s chest started heaving in even more frequent intervals, a clear sign that he was about to let go.

“Good god, it feels so fucking good when you rail me flat like that! FUCK!!!”

I do. I really fucking love you. Oh, god!

As Hyunjin unloaded all over his stomach, you closed your eyes and saw Chris behind your eyelids. While he was coming down, you laid on Hyunjin’s bed to collect yourself, your robe still on you but feeling somewhat dirty like you ran through a field of mud.

“What would you call this thing between us, beautiful?” Hyunjin spoke from your right, caressing your torso with a hint of anticipation in his voice. You didn’t look at him. You examined the nonexistent details of the ceiling corners instead.

“I don’t know. Fuckbuddies at best.”

“If we’re fucking, are we just friends?”

“Didn’t know you were this emotionally attached to your kittens,” you retorted with as much animosity as you could inject in your tone, “I don’t think we could ever be anything more than that.”

“Why? What’s so wrong about us?”

“For one thing, you shouldn’t even be doing this. Didn’t you say you were supposed to abstain?”

“I don’t care.”

What was this conversation about anyway? You would break into a hysterical fit of laughter if Hyunjin legitimately offered you the position of his lead entertainer or something. When you got up from the bed, however, he immediately descended into a state of worry.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes.”

“But why?!”

“For one thing I’m not one of your entertainers, and I don’t intend to be,” you looked right into Hyunjin’s eyes to get your message across, “If you’re not willing to find yourself some other room on these grounds, I’ll ask for another location for myself. I’m not going to out you, don’t worry.”

Your confident steps towards the door mutated Hyunjin’s worry into sheer panic and he grabbed you by your wrist like a Hail Mary pass. The literal latest resort.

“Don’t go. Sleep in my arms again.”

“Why?”

“Because…!”

The struggle. The fishing for words that he never once used. The desperation of it all.

Too bad you couldn’t feel sorry about any of it anymore.

“You make me feel things, beautiful. Things I shouldn’t feel.”

Hyunjin did make you feel things, too. Intense things, but you didn’t possess the correct vocabulary to register what they exactly were.

Desired. Sexy. Aroused. Confident even. They all came close.

“Maybe you should reconsider all that, your grace,” you tied your somehow loosened belt tight and slid the door open to leave his room for the last time, “I don’t even know what your favorite color is.”

But one thing you knew for sure was that this wasn't what love felt like to you.

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reflection | part 2: kites and airplanes

«So you enjoy forbidden fruits.»

⌯ 8.7k ⌯ Recreational substance & alcohol use, severe exhibitionism, sex under influence, public sexual acts (masturbation, cockwarming, vaginal fingering, intercourse), rough sex, hair pulling, oral sex, cumplay (cum-marking, cumsharing), watching porn together, impromptu roleplaying (reenactment of the porn being watched, which features a stepsiblings scenario - mc pretends she's a virgin for the scene), corruption kink. ⌯ Refer to series masterlist for general themes & warnings of this story.

Hyunjin woke up to his alarm going off at 6 AM. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered going to bed at all when he always woke up tired no matter how much he slept. Whether it was two hours or twelve hours spent in pseudo-death, it was the same thing to him. When he walked into his bathroom to wash up, he saw the familiar scarlet stains in the tub.

“Jae?”

No response. The shade matched his hair color spray perfectly, but Hyunjae didn’t seem to be around. Maybe he just dropped by to take a quick shower and left, not having the courtesy to leave the shower as he found it. Hyunjin couldn’t clearly remember the night before, but he knew he was painting at some point.

Did I wash my palette in the tub last night?

Hyunjin was a recluse artist that didn’t leave his home unless he absolutely had to. Just by looking at the occupation line of his non-existent passport, one would think this man was excessively sentimental, constantly drawing the most dreamy sceneries, pretty portraits, and romantic slices of life. The sentimental part was true—Hyunjin felt everything way too much, but his portfolio looked like he was the second coming of Francis Bacon; eerie colors, disturbing depictions, deformed shapes, as raw as art could ever be but still total nightmare fuel. His artistic inclinations were one of the many reasons why he refused human interaction because he was convinced no one could grasp the way his mind worked, which made him naturally terrified of getting his fragile heart broken. How he wished he could have one granule of Hyunjae’s disproportionate confidence.

He wasn’t a grim guy constantly thinking about dark things; it was just a matter of being able to see beauty in everything. In ugliness. Even in death. Everybody would be able to tell pink flowers were pretty. Everybody could take one glance at an oceanscape and smile, but it took a true artist to express the unbreabale pain of unrequited love with a grotesque portrayal of Judgment Day, and still be able to move people. By unsettling them. Shaking them to their core. Hyunjin would never say such things about himself; he was way too humble for that. It was the artist he was under the tutelage of that used this exact sentence to describe his work. His artmother, if you will.

Much to his dismay, he had to leave home that night. It was the gala for a collective exhibition he contributed a piece to, all because of or thanks to the incessant begging of the curator of the gallery. It had been a while since he was surrounded by people, so his palms were sweating at the mere thought of that. It didn’t necessarily have to be a disaster, though, right? He was just going to show up, not speak unless spoken to for an hour, and come back home.

Who knew? Maybe it could even do him some good.

You got off your car and made your way inside the exhibition hall with such determined steps that anyone who saw you would be convinced you knew what you were doing. Your target for the night was this art-obsessed musician that Chan was having professional wet dreams about, so it was up to you to charm this man through whatever means possible. Just so that he agreed to meet them once; the trio could take it from there themselves. When you spotted him from afar, you downed three glasses of champagne back to back, which felt like it barely had any alcohol in it, and turned on the game mode.

There was a recipe for this, of course: three cups of research—one of each of your headasses, a spoonful of flirtation, and a dash of choice of poison—be it in solid or liquid form. Stir and bake it in the oven of bluffing for an hour, and voilà!

“Of course, I’d love to get together with fellow art enthusiasts!”

Well, the ball’s in your court now, Crispy.

You only promised them a gathering—you didn’t specify under what conditions. You wished a pleasant evening to the man, pretentiousness aside actually a nice guy, and decided to walk around before taking off. As you were scanning the paintings, a disconcerting feeling spread throughout your body. All of these were really dark, and it made you wonder what exactly prompted the artists to create such pieces. Wasn’t art supposed to be fruits and skies and whatever?

You couldn’t take the second-hand haunted house experience anymore and decided to leave, but a person standing in front of a 50x50 canvas like he was in a trance bamboozled the crap put of you.

“Hyun?”

He turned to you with dreamy eyes as if he was waking up from a dream, expression completely blank.

“Do I know you?”

Bro…

Normally you wouldn’t make much of it; you were terrible with names yourself, but you were lowkey expecting a person telling you to ‘Come by anytime’ to at least remember what you looked like.

“We met at the club some time ago, remember?”

He flashed a small, disappointed smile at your words.

“Sorry to let you down but I think you've met my twin brother.”

Oh, that’s why.

No wonder his hair was different. Dark and neatly combed in contrast to the sweaty disheveled look of days ago, flawlessly complementing the slim fit slacks he was sporting along with the black blazer with three letters on it.

This was the most fascinating thing you had ever witnessed. Physically, they were identical like someone legitimately duplicated him. Exact same height. Carbon copy facial features. Even the same beauty mark under his eye. Personalitywise, however, they couldn’t be any different. This version was so proper, radiating a much softer, level-headed aura. Seemingly a huge introvert considering how uncomfortable he looked in this crowd of people, very unlike the scarlet-haired attention whore. He was exuding a demure grace and calmness for days. Way too calm. Like he was in a constant state of meditation. Instant intrigue material.

“Is this your work?” you pointed at the huge canvas.

“Yes.”

The painting depicted a man sitting on a chair, legs parted, hands tied behind him, and head lowered like he was defeated. Behind him standing were two figures stuck between human and monster forms, faces hidden under rusty iron masks, and each with a blood-covered spear in their hands. Either his bodyguards or punishers. They might as well have been guarding this body for a much more supreme judge. You may not have possessed enough knowledge about art to give seminars about it, but damn was this something else. Bordering on snuff on a canvas.

“This is the most fucked up thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” you furrowed your brows and extended your hand to him, “We have to be friends. Y/N.”

He looked at your hand while sipping on his champagne as though he wanted to give you a chance to think over your decision. When your hand stayed in the air with determination, he had no choice but to shake it.

“Hyunjin.”

“Very nice to meet you, Hyunjin.” you emphatically completed the greeting, “Do you hang around here often?”

“No, I don’t– really go out much.”

“A little asocial are we?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Fascinating. Just… fascinating.

You took out a card from the back pocket of your pants and handed it to him.

“If you’re ever in the mood of a human interaction, just give me a call. I’m always down,” you winked at him and continued with a small laughter upon his incredulous gaze at your card, “Don’t worry, I’m not an escort. I’m just genuinely intrigued by you.”

You downed the rest of your champagne and touched his arm before leaving. If you looked behind at that exact moment, you could see the way Hyunjin was touching the exact spot your fingers just brushed against.

You made it back to the dark parking lot and settled behind the steering wheel. Seeing that dancing god in corporeal form again reminded you of things. How he simulated sex on stage. How he fingered you for all those people to watch and salivate over. How he ate you out like he was starving to death. You looked up at your sun visor, and when you pulled it down, a finger-sized purple toy dropped on your lap.

“Hey there, my little girl,” you smiled at the bullet vibrator, “Do your thing for me.”

You kept replaying the scenes you could remember in your mind with your eyes closed while you kept fucking yourself. Imagining that it was his finger pleasuring you again; it was his hums on your clit again. What a man. What a fucking god. What a pretty thing meant to be devoured and leave no crumbs behind. He would look even prettier if you made him cry. He would be the prettiest if you pegged him to his orgasm while he was writhing under you, saying it was too much, but fucking loving every second of it. You arched in your seat so hard when you came that your breasts almost honked the horn.

“Whew!”

You were slightly panting while coming down. Your impulses took over your reasoning again, and you grabbed your phone to reach the man who would join you in your quest.

“Yo, Bin, you wanna go to the club tomorrow night?”

“Did you get it done?”

Jesus fucking christ, this man. Fine, business first.

“Affirmative. So? You down?”

“Then drinks are on me,” Changbin replied all content, “You like Hennessy, right?”

You had been here many times before—so much so that the waitstaff welcomed you with the coke tray when they spotted you, but this might have been the first time you were in the club with the purpose of entertaining yourself. You hit the line offered by Katya the waitress, and headed to the VIP area she guided you to.

Changbin looked as expensive as ever in his black Prada suit hugging his gorgeous body, also known as his staple uniform. He could have called it a suit all he wanted, but it was just pants and a buttoned blazer with nothing inside. ‘Generosity,’ he called it. Apparently, one needed to give out eye candy like it was Halloween all year round. For good karma and whatever.

“Why you gotta appear in a goddamn suit to a strip club every single time?”

Changbin raised his glass to welcome you to the table, “Class is not something location-specific, baby.”

Baby. That usually meant Changbin woke up from his right side that day and was in a damn good mood. If you weren’t already buzzing yourself, you would totally bring out the list of the things he would say absolutely no to when sober. 

Murphy’s law and whatever.

You reported the gallery shenanigans and what their prospective collaboration expected of them without going into much detail. He was going to ask you to repeat yourself the next day anyway. When the lights dimmed down low, signaling the performance was about to start, you shushed him and channeled all your attention to the stage. For the real reason you were there.

Hyun.

God, no one could be this provocative when they danced. The best kind of live porn you had ever seen—Amsterdam got nothing on this man. No wonder you felt like he was fucking you while watching him because even his choreography and the songs he danced to followed the exact pattern of sex. A synth-woven introduction to seduce you first, to break down your defenses and make you give into him so that he could slowly undress you. Next, a seamless segue into snaps and sultry melodies to usher his liquid movements to render you spellbound, a foreplay of lips against skin, tongues exploring each other, heavy breathing, and escalating need. Then a beat drop with kicks so hard it was thumping harder than your heart, the precise isolations and the hard pops of his body uncannily reminiscent of feeling full inside you, the sustained friction against your drenched walls driving you to the climax of the key change in a song. And finally, the resolution with the removal of all drums, as gentle as the way it began, sweating, panting, relishing the satisfaction spreading throughout your body, and eventually receding into complete darkness.

“God, he gets me so wet every time.”

Changbin turned to his right and watched you practically drooling on the table. It stained a smile on his lips.

“Need a hand?”

You faced him to see how serious he was. The way he was looking at you with completely darkened eyes, licking his lips over how turned on you were was confirmation enough. You held his gaze while leaning back and spreading your legs, and that was Changbin’s invitation to sneak his hand inside your underwear.

“You keep watching. I’ll take care of it.”

You turned your attention back to the stage and watched Hyun lose himself for a couple of minutes while Changbin kept masturbating you under the table. It wasn’t enough for you; you wanted to jump on that stage and fuck this man for the entire room to watch. And it wasn’t enough for Changbin because he was getting hard to the way your eyes were rolling back at his ministrations.

“Come sit on me, baby. This will feel better.”

He unbuttoned his pants and freed himself to make you a seat on his lap. You let his thick girth slowly sink into you as you made yourself comfortable and adjusted to the stretch.

“Oh, fuck, I missed this.”

“Thought we could use a reunion,” he held onto your thighs, “Spread for me a little, will you?”

Changbin kept drawing circles on your clit as he fucked into you with little kisses on your neck. You never left your eyes off Hyun, imagining it was him making you feel this good again.

It could have been due to the movement that grabbed his attention among the still crowd, but he noticed you. He noticed the live porn that was reflected back to him and turned to your direction as he kept dancing. Those fluid body rolls. Sharp pelvic thrusts. His slender fingers around his own throat.

He was fucking you.

“Faster, Bin.”

You remembered those depraved lips on your cunt committing all kinds of cardinal sins. How he fucking loved the mess he caused you to make. How passionately and hungrily he ate you out with those slow circles of his tongue. How he rammed himself into you like he wanted to throw your back out. How he absolutely couldn’t get enough of you.

The only thing missing was envy, and he was committing that right now while watching you get fucked from the stage. 

By someone else.

“Harder!”

When he sensed how frequently you were clenching around his cock, Changbin let himself go and soaked your walls through and through while increasing the pressure of his fingers on your clit. You threw your head back into the crook of his neck as you rode the waves of your own orgasm, feeling the vibrations of his satisfied chuckle on your neck. He loved it every time he made you cum hard like that.

“Relieved?”

“Thanks,” you got off him and rebuttoned your pants, “That’ll last me a while.”

“I don’t think an hour is considered a while, but suit yourself, boss lady,” he took a sip from his glass, “I’ve never seen someone as horny as you.”

“Hi kettle, this is pot. You’re black,” you retorted in a high-pitched voice and downed the rest of his drink on his behalf, “It’s called being sex-positive, dumbass.”

You didn’t see Hyun after the performance at all. Not in the restroom, not around the bar, nowhere. Since you’d already got what you came for, you asked Changbin to call it a night and parted ways with him to wait for a cab.

Then appeared the most unexpected guest.

“What’s up, boss lady?”

“Look who it is,” you turned to the voice with your hands in the pockets of your leather jacket, “It’s the prince of sluttery.”

He had dyed his hair silvery blue that night. You briefly remembered Hyunjin’s dark locks and how much it suited him for some reason.

“Got a new color I see,” you checked out his messy ponytail glowing under the moonlight, “Occasion?”

“To make a point.”

“Which is?”

“That I'm still hotter than your ex and better than your next however the fuck I look,” he stopped right next to you and asked, “Where are you headed?” 

“Home. You?”

“Your place, apparently.”

You raised your brows with a smile. So fucking full of himself this one, the polar opposite of his meek-natured clone.

“Are you always this conceited?”

“It’s actually called confident.”

“Yet they begin with the same syllable.”

“Doesn’t mean they are the same thing.”

Began with the same syllable but not the same thing. 

Interesting.

“Do I look like I can’t get some without paying for it?”

“If you think about it, I might be paying you,” he flashed a little vial with some white powdery substance in it, “What do you say?”

You were always down to party. Always. But your curiosity started getting the best of you as you kept eyeing that fairy dust.

“Are you gonna give me your name or what?”

He scanned your face trying to figure out where that came from all of a sudden.

“I did. It’s Hy–”

“Your actual name, Hyun.”

A very amused smile appeared on his face. He walked closer to you and leaned into your lips as if he was going to kiss you, but instead he answered. Threateningly.

“It’s Hyunjae.”

“I take the payment in advance, Hyunjae,” you grabbed the vial, and snorted a dose of it from the little dent right under your thumb knuckle. He flashed a content smile and copied you as you hailed the cab that finally appeared in front of the club.

“Do you work here every night?”

“Whenever I feel like it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He didn't answer. Hyunjae only answered the questions that he deemed worthy. Those that would give him something else in return. If there was no return on investment, he acted like it didn't exist.

“Is your place far from here?”

“You should have thought about that beforehand.”

“I was asking for your sake,” he emphasized almost annoyed, “I’m not particularly known for my patience.”

Everything about this man was so sexy already, but there was something else about his hands. His large hands with those long fingers that must have touched the most depraved things known to man. Absorbing it into his soul like a sponge as though he was hoarding weapons in his arsenal. He was all casual about it like you were sitting in the privacy of your living room instead of the backseat of a cab when he coated three of his fingers with his saliva and slid into your underwear to massage your clit. Slow circles like he was drawing them with his tongue. You felt your blood rushing so fast in your veins that it made you tickle.

“You like it here, right?” Hyunjae let out a small chuckle, “Do I remember correctly?”

Yes, he sort of did. It was actually his fingers sunk into you three knuckles deep while people were watching. They had to be watching because the best part about this was pairs of eyes witnessing that this man was pleasing you. That he desired you. That you had him for however long that lasted.

“If you can resist cumming until we arrive, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me all night.”

“And if I can’t?” you asked, poise still intact. Hyunjae answered with the quietest of whispers.

“Then I’ll get to do whatever I want to you.”

You shook his hand with your gaze. You weren't a violent person but any means, but how arrogant he was, his endless reliance on his annoying beauty and sex appeal induced an intense desire in you to slap that perfect face of his.

“You run that mouth a lot, but I'm yet to see the proof of you walking that walk.”

“I like wanting what I can’t have,” he ghosted his lips on yours, not giving a single fuck about the pair of eyes glued to his hand on the rearview mirror.

The closer you approached your address, the more fervent his fingering became. He collected his saliva to function as a lube for his thumb as he kept drawing circles on your clit with it.

“Stop fighting it. You’re gonna lose.”

Men. Men and their testosterone-induced confidence. Men and their insufferable need to prove themselves right. 

“Keep the change,” he handed a fifty to the driver and bolted out of the car like he was hurrying to get somewhere. As if he was leading you to his own apartment. 

“Which floor?” he asked looking at the number board in the elevator.

“Top.”

“The only place I like to be at.”

Hyunjae and those lust-covered lips of his looking like a pair of plump strawberries dipped in chocolate. Hyunjae and his knees parting your legs open, fogging that tiny portion of the elevator mirror with his heavy breathing against your neck.

Hyunjae.

He didn't take his lips off your skin even when you were fishing for your keys. Even when you barged into your place, knocking stuff out on the way while stripping each other. He only stopped when he noticed the door in your bedroom leading to the little terrace.

“Oh, look what we have here.”

Hyunjae had somewhat of a slender frame, but you certainly didn't expect him to be that strong, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you outside. He laid you down on the sunbed you hadn't used in a hot minute and spread your legs open as wide as he could while wiping the drool on his mouth.

“Bet you never watched the stars like this. I’m gonna make you see some.”

Hyunjae and his blatantly obvious oral fixation. Hyunjae and that perfect tongue of his. He was dragging that wet muscle everywhere on your pussy. Your clit, your lips, your folds, your entrance, slurping on the excessive fluids oozing out of you and fucking it back into you with his tongue. Just ravishing it. But making you cum wouldn't be enough. It could never be enough for someone as insatiable as him.

He had to pass through you.

“Up,” he suddenly sat you up from your wrists and pulled you towards the rails, “Turn around for me.”

Everything was happening so fast that you couldn't even catch a break to tell him that you had indeed won that pseudo-bet. He had complete command over your body, just using you however he pleased for the stargazers of the night to watch. 

“I– I won… The cab… Fuck!”

“Do I look like I care, boss lady?” he laughed derisively, “Look at you, can't even form full sentences. I'm gonna fuck your wits out of you tonight.”

The more you were losing yourself under him, the rougher he was getting with you. Fingers sinking into your flesh, slaps marking your delicate skin red, and the finishing blow of him grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling on it.

“I’m not so pretty anymore, huh?” he abruptly halted his movements while reaching for your clit at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Don’t fucking stop!”

You didn't care who was hearing it when you moaned his name over and over again. He didn't care who was seeing it when he rammed himself into you as hard as he could like he was trying to mark his territory. Hyunjae came to diminish you into a puddle of mess tonight, and you came all over his cock courtesy of how raw he was fucking you, completely unlike the graceful way he was carrying himself. He suddenly turned you around to face him and kissed your lips, biting on the sensitive flesh as he devoured them.

“I’m not done with you.”

You felt your feet swept off the ground again, both in the literal and metaphorical sense, as Hyunjae lifted you up to carry you inside and toss you on your bed. He reached for his pants discarded on the floor to bring out that little vial from his pocket and climbed between your limp legs.

“My favorite thing ever,” he drew a white line on your crotch with that insanity powder, “I love a sopping wet pussy right after I make it rain. Fucking love it when it’s still throbbing around me.”

He snorted the line right over your pussy and watched you clench around nothing with his lips parted, admiring the way he got you dripping wet. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot.”

Who needed lube when Hyunjae’s mere presence existed for fuck's sake? He got on his knees to align himself with your entrance and slid into you so easily as if he was seducing you for hours. 

Come to think of it, starting from the very moment he stepped on the stage that night, he was seducing you for hours, wasn't he?

“God, yes!!!”

“Bet he didn't fuck you this good, huh? Bet you wished it was me,” his maniacal smile returned again, “You thought about me the entire time, didn't you?”

Well, it didn't take a genius to conclude that to be quite frank.

Deep. Hyunjae was fucking you so deep. The sexual chemistry was just beyond this world. The need to take as much as to give. The pleasure coming from surrendering to the most basic level of carnality. Barbaric almost. Biting. Scratching. Marking hickeys. Fucking unreal.

“See? I got what you need, nobody else. Look at me.” 

He leaned closer to your face, sweat dripping from his forehead onto yours, and looked right into your eyes so that you fully comprehended what he was about to say.

“You’re worshipping me from now on.”

Yes. If it meant feeling this high every single time, fucking yes. If it meant dying and getting resurrected between your legs, yes to everything. He could be your plug for the foreseeable future.

“Yeah?” Hyunjae nodded frantically to hypnotize you to do the same, “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes!”

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Ah, fuck!!!”

He pulled out at the last second to unload all over your breasts, and he came so much that he was practically covering you in a bra made of cum. As he collapsed on your stomach to catch his breath, you reached out for some tissues on your nightstand to clean up, just to get stopped by him.

“Don’t,” he grabbed your wrist and channeled all his attention to your chest, “I wanna watch it dry.”

He gawked at the magnificent paint job he did all over you while coming down. If there was something sexier than you at that moment, it was the fact that you were covered with him. After a silent refractory period of five minutes or so, Hyunjae got up and started dressing up.

“Oh, thank fuck you’re not a cuddler,” you uttered with a sleepy voice, “Close the door behind you, yeah?”

“Sure,” Hyunjae buttoned his pants, “I’ll see you around, boss lady?”

“Mhm,” you flashed a fucked out smile with your eyes closed and turned around to drift to sleep.

You were supposed to meet Jisung at the gallery that afternoon to give him a rundown of the pieces still on exhibit as a tutorial for their upcoming collab meeting. Not because he had a particular inclination towards art per se, but literally because he lost the rock-paper-scissors bet with Chan and Changbin to do the ‘cramming’. It had been half an hour since you arrived at the gallery restaurant, but Jisung was still a no show. You kept calling him over and over, but he wasn't picking up.

“For fuck’s sake Ji, are you passed out somewhere again?” you threw your phone on the table utterly frustrated, and looked around while downing your Mimosa. At a table by the window, there was a familiar face eating alone, and it looked like he was mumbling something to himself. A small smile appeared on your face, and you found yourself walking towards him.

“Hi! Am I interrupting?” you teased.

Hyunjin flinched in his place like you snuck up behind him. His eyes widened when he noticed it was you.

“Oh… Hi!”

“Can I sit?”

He gestured to the chair diagonal to him to invite you to join. Hyunjin was as awkward as you remembered him, but the intriguing aura was still there. Much like his brother, but the saturation was different.

“Whatchu doing here all by yourself?”

“I uh– I came to drop off a commission. The curator’s a long-time client of mine.”

“Ooh, fancy,” you stole a cherry tomato from his plate, “What is it about this time?”

Hyunjin looked at you all surprised like no one had ever asked him that question before. After a fleeting hesitation, he prefaced his depiction with an “Um, okay…” and then off he went while continuing his meal. As he kept talking, your eyes darted to his lips. Hyunjae had the exact same pair, but Hyunjin’s were like… 

You weren’t even listening to him by then since all your attention channeled to how he was eating. How he licked his full lips in between bites. How his Adam’s apple moved every time he swallowed. 

Nobody eats food this passionately. What the fuck is up with this man?

Even if you were full, just watching him would make you hungry again, and it was. For something more. Because if that was any indication of how he ate out…

You briefly wondered how Hyunjin fucked. They looked exactly the same, but did they cum the same? Did they moan the same? Was his cravings as twisted as his paintings? As his brother’s?

“What are you doing after this?” you interrupted him in complete trance.

“Wh–What am I doing?” Hyunjin was taken aback by the abrupt inquiry, “I uh– I’m going home.”

“Can I come hang out?”

“As in you wanna– You wanna come to my place?”

“Yeah,” you smiled at him with the remains of fascination still clinging to the corners of your lips, “If that’s okay with you, of course.”

No one had ever asked Hyunjin to ‘come hang out’ at his place before.

“Of course!” his voice came out a little louder than intended due to the momentary panic, “Of course it’s okay. I just um… I don’t really… have anything I can offer you. I haven’t gone shopping in a while.”

“It’s fine! We can just drop by somewhere on the way,” you leaned in your chair and spoke in an almost bragging tone, “I happen to be a responsible guest that brings her own booze.”

Hyunjin let out a shy giggle, averting his eyes from you to make room for his little confession.

“My tolerance is not that high, actually.”

“Oh, really?” you inadvertently squinted your eyes, “No worries. We can build it up.”

When Hyunjin finished his meal, you escorted him to your car and stopped by a grocery store on the way to his place. You weren’t about to destroy the man with the hard stuff right off the bat, so you picked up a nice bottle of prosecco instead along with some ingredients for a little charcuterie platter. You insisted you would pay for it since it was your idea, and while you were at the register, you heard some murmur behind you.

“Is he talking to himself?”

“He might be dangerous. Stay away.”

Fact: You weren’t the best of friends with Hyunjin. Fact: You still had an inkling he didn’t particularly enjoy crowds for whatever reason. Fact: You were overcome with protectiveness towards him when that blasphemy hit your ears. You slowly turned around with murderous intent filling your eyes to the brim.

“Yes, he’s talking to himself because talking to basic bitches like you is an arduous fucking task. BEAT IT!!!”

Hyunjin was used to this. That was one of the many reasons why he never left home, but he was most certainly not used to someone not being weirded out by him. Someone not judging him, not caring about his evident quirks.

Someone feeling the need to protect him.

“Seriously, don’t mind them,” you extended your hand to him, “Come.”

You blurted that out of anger, but how fucking arduous it must have indeed been for Hyunjin. You dragged him to your car by his hand, and drove around mindlessly for some time to distract him. The sky was losing consciousness when you finally headed to the address he gave you while Hyunjin just watched outside in silence with his window down, the wind brushing his dark silky hair.

Hyunjin’s apartment most certainly lived up to your expectations of being exceptionally unique with some of his work adorning his walls and ceilings, but in a different shade than you predicted. You never thought a painter possessing his rust and dirt colored mind would be living in the warm tones of beiges, soft oranges, baby pinks, and pastel teals. It was actually quite a modern-looking place, and it wouldn’t be surprising if IKEA came here for a catalog photoshoot. You plopped down on the white sofa in front of his gigantic TV as Hyunjin brought two glasses for the sparkling wine and the plate he prepared in the kitchen.

“Damn, this is so comfortable,” you stretched your arms on the backrest and teasingly slapped his shoulder, “Bet this couch has hosted some of your muses, huh?”

“Muses? As in plural?” he flashed a bashful smile as he opened the bottle, “What if I have a girlfriend?”

“I deal with people for a living, and you seem like a decent guy. I don’t think you’d invite me here if you had a girlfriend,” you grabbed the glass he poured for you, “I, on the other hand, am not a decent person so I wouldn’t care even if you had one. The bitch shoulda taken better care of her man. Finders, keepers.”

His smile evolved into a burst of laughter. Their laugh shared the same notes.

You dipped your finger in the tiny glass bowl filled with pine honey. It had a resinous fragrance and a woodier taste compared to what you were used to. Sweet and spicy at the same time. It alerted all your tastebuds all of a sudden.

“Oh my god. You gotta try this,” you grabbed the little container and brought it to his mouth, immediately flustering Hyunjin in the process.

“I– I don’t have a spoon. I’ll go get one.”

“No need! Here,” you dipped the same finger in the dark amber thickness and offered it to him. Hyunjin fixated his gaze to your hand first, and then shifted it to your eyes while sucking on the sweet taste off your skin. 

You felt your throat getting dry.

This wasn’t hot. You knew what hot was; you had been in an eightsome once with Chan’s entourage. This was… something else.

“Can I take care of you?”

Hyunjin was acting like everything that came out of your mouth that day was things he was hearing for the first time in his life, forcing him to reevaluate his surroundings to confirm whether he was dreaming or not.

“You mean… You mean you want to…?”

“If you also want to?”

“I do, I just…” Hyunjin’s enthusiasm was laced with panic, “I’m just not that… experienced in this. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me?” you chuckled, “Why would you disappoint me?”

“I don’t know. You’re just… so cool. I doubt I can keep up with you.”

Cool? Since when being left with zero fucks to give was considered cool?

You were somewhat endeared by his seeming diffidence. The stark difference between the two men, as drastic as the night and day in a desert, was just mindblowing to you.

“Tell you what,” you scooted closer to him, “would it make you more comfortable if we watched some stuff together first?”

“As in a movie?”

“As in porn.”

That was so straightforward that it caused the flush on Hyunjin's cheeks to get darker. You were trying to understand the underlying reason for it, though. Was he embarrassed about getting a hard on in front of you? About watching two people fuck each other with you? Or because it was going to somehow expose his inner desires to you? You. A stranger.

“You wanna watch porn together?” his surprise didn’t fade in the slightest.

“Why not?” you shrugged.

There were shadows passing by his face, and you were actually familiar with that. The look of doubt. The fear of judgment. If only he knew that you were incapable of shaming people simply because you had been judged for too many things to count all this time, rendering you numb to the act.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve seen most of the porn that’s out there,” you leaned into him and spoke with a reassuring tone, “You cannot surprise me. Just pick one of your go-to’s.”

The sliver of Hyunjin’s hesitancy was still there. He refilled his glass and downed it in one go as if courage was laying at the bottom of it.

“I… I uh–”

“You don’t need to tell me,” you pointed at the wireless keyboard sitting on the coffee table, “Just type it. I’m not looking.”

Hyunjin refilled and emptied another glass before waking up his laptop connected to the TV. You expected him to go to some porn aggregator website, but he opened a video from a local folder instead and jumped to a specific timestamp. You leaned back in anticipation.

The lighting of the scene was immaculate, completely unexpected from mere porn made for quick nuts to bust. It looked like there was a full-on production budget for this movie. The scene depicted a girl lying on her bed with her laptop in front of her, and only her bedside lamp was on. Then a guy seemingly sneaked into her room and kissed her bare waist.

“Looks pretty tame,” you commented and turned to him with a questioning look, “Are you sure this is what you watch when you’re alone?”

“It’s not what they’re doing,” Hyunjin responded calmly, eyes still on the screen. You turned your attention back to the video and kept watching the scene unfold to catch a moment of epiphany. The people on the screen started talking in whispers, and their acting was actually believable.

‘You’re gonna get us busted one of these days!’

‘I don’t care. I can’t stop thinking about you.’

Why am I not surprised the painter guy likes ‘lovemaking’ porn? 

You giggled to yourself.

‘Just because we’re not related, doesn’t mean we’re not siblings. You’re my stepbrother!’

Oh. OH.

That was unexpectedly messed up for a guy of his serene disposition, and you happened to have a Ph.D. in twisted pleasures. All of a sudden, it painted Hyunjin way differently in your eyes, pun completely intended.

“So you enjoy forbidden fruits,” the smile on your face was beyond content, finding the turn of events beyond entertaining.

Hyunjin was trying so hard not to establish eye contact with you but he was acutely aware of how you were piercing holes on the side of his face with your gaze. It made his palms clammy. As the scene descended into more graphic depictions, his bulge was getting embarrassingly noticeable in his pants. He was gulping, taking deep breaths to calm himself down, but to absolutely no avail. There was something very thrilling about the prospect of flustering him more than he could handle, so you slid your hand down his inner thigh and softly talked into his ear:

“Doesn’t she have a really filthy mouth?” you dragged your finger on his nape with your idle hand to induce goosebumps all over his body, “Do you like it when somebody talks to you like that?”

“I don’t– Er ehm… I don’t really have anyone to…”

Unlike Hyunjae, Hyunjin felt so coy under your fingertips. It was obvious he wasn’t used to being touched. Or being desired. Even his choice of porn felt like a peek into his mind, and it reeked of bad romance. When you slowly moved your hand up to his full-blown erection and palmed his cock, he let out a small exhale.

“What if we kissed right now,” you pecked his neck, “and our parents walked in on us?”

He was still taking deep breaths and not peeling his eyes off the screen, either because he wasn’t ready to face you yet, or he was afraid of not being able to control himself if he did.

“We may not be related, but we’re still siblings, no?” you placed a small kiss on his ear and kept egging him on, “We’re never gonna be able to explain ourselves.”

As you slid your hand inside the waistband of his pants and finally felt the rising temperature of skin against yours, Hyunjin closed his eyes and heaved a deep sigh. You were still quietly breathing into his ear with your lips parted, and that warm breeze started to get to his head. When you brushed your thumb on his slit, you noticed how much he was leaking, and that in itself was very pleasing.

“You’re so frustrated, aren’t you? You haven’t been touched in a long, long, long time,” you removed your hand and turned his face towards you, “But I don’t care because I can’t stop thinking about you. I really want you.”

You watched him lick his lips as he was staring at yours, and pushed your thumb inside his mouth to get him to taste himself. Hyunjin shifted his stare directly into your eyes, and he swirled his tongue around your finger while sucking on it. His eyes had darkened completely by then. As if they belonged to someone else.

Hyunjin didn’t look like he was used to having the ropes, which sparked a crazy idea in your head. Because what better aphrodisiac than awakening something inside someone?

Oh, I’m gonna rock your world so hard.

“I want you to be the one to break me in,” you assumed a naïve tone and changed your entire personality in the blink of an eye, “Will you– Will you teach me?”

Hyunjin was on the brink of losing his mind at your mere words, thickly gulping and twitching in his pants. You must have been way too convincing with your act because his character transformed as quickly as yours did.

“Of course. Of course, I’ll teach you,” he brushed his fingers against your cheeks, “Have you kissed anybody before?”

“No.”

“We’ll make it extra special then,” he laid back on the couch and spread his legs, “Undress me.”

You unbuttoned his pants and slid them right off him, trying your hardest not to overtly drool over how incredible he looked. Hyunjin guided your head over his cock and parted your lips with his fingers.

“Open wide. Get it wet for me.”

You never averted your eyes from his as you wrapped your lips around him. Hyunjin threw his head back with a groan when you started bobbing your head up and down. 

“Good girl,” he caressed your hair gently, “Your look fucking incredible with my cock in your mouth.”

His praises escalated your enthusiasm, and you started swirling your tongue around him.

“Fuck, you’re a bit too good at this,” Hyunjin contorted his face in pleasure, “You sure you’re not lying to me?”

You shook your head and hummed no, and that vibration almost got him to cum.

“Don’t! Don’t make me cum,” he blurted out in panic and held your head in place, “Edge me.” 

You smiled. Maybe he was not that coy, huh?

The porn was still on in the background, and the couple was in the middle of a sixty nine by then. You shifted your attention to Hyunjin’s thighs, leaving little kisses all over them, and made your way up to his balls, his cock, and his crotch until he became way too sensitive to any kind of stimulation.

“Cumming... Your mouth... Don’t– don’t swallow… all... Fuck!”

You fulfilled his request by keeping some of his cum in your mouth, and once he fully emptied in you, Hyunjin immediately sprung from his place to kiss you. His kisses were so deep, so intense. His tongue was dancing in your mouth and you felt electrified. He didn’t give a fuck that he was sharing his own cum from your mouth at that moment; he just wanted to feel your tongue on his.

“Extra special,” he smiled into your lips, “Come with me.”

Hyunjin grabbed your hand and took you to his bedroom. You were used to getting your clothes almost ripped off you, not to this unrushed tenderness. Once he got both of you naked, he laid you down on his bed and asked with his hand hovering over your pussy.

“Can I?”

You nodded. He was committing to the scene so much that you fully believed you were actually about to lose your virginity all over again.

“You’re so soft,” Hyunjin caressed your folds with an awestruck expression on his face, “So wet.”

He descended between your legs to admire you from up close. You propped up on your elbow and watched him with a half-curious, half-expectant look, no matter how make-believe.

“Is this gonna hurt?”

“No, it’s gonna feel really good,” he placed a kiss on your clit, “Do you know what a little death is?”

“A little death?”

“Mhm,” he kept peppering kisses all over your lips, “It’s the name given to pleasure so intense it feels like dying and coming back to life again.”

Dying and coming back to life in his mouth. That sounded like the most amazing near-death experience.

“Oh my god…”

Hyunjin closed his mouth over your cunt and started giving you the mellowest sucks. The slowest you had ever experienced. Kisses. Hums. Wet circles around your clit. Smooth glides on your folds. Languid licks at your entrance. Pleasure. Pleasure. Fucking intense pleasure.

You were getting so wet you were about to drown him.

Your mind drifted to Hyunjae for one-tenth of a second, and you couldn’t help the involuntary comparison again. Hyunjae felt so carnal, solely focusing on the satisfaction of the urges. It wasn’t even that obvious whose urges he was after. Although the scene you were in with Hyunjin at that moment was much more twisted, it still felt somewhat tender. It felt like surrendering. His eagerness was not for making you cum, but rather pleasing you.

“I just wanna pass out here between your legs,” Hyunjin filled his lungs with your scent, “I wanna drink you like a tall glass of cold water when I wake up in the middle of the night.”

It was those fucking sounds he made on purpose. He was deliberately smacking his lips on your clit. His tongue against his palate. His tongue all over your cunt. Getting it wetter and wetter and wetter. Nothing but sounds of sucking, licking, slurping, kissing that got you throbbing with each movement. You could listen to him eat your pussy for hours and he would be more than happy to oblige. 

“Hyunjin…”

“Shh, shh, shh. You’re cumming,” he spoke with a reassuring voice and increased the pressure of his tongue.

“God, Hyunjin!”

“You’re cumming. Let go.” 

It was the auditory stimulation more than the tactile one that made you cum all over his mouth. The satisfied smile on his face was simply priceless as he spoke against your folds with his lips drenched in your cum.

“Good girl.”

Hyunjin waited for you to come down a bit, then hovered over your face to part your lips and share your cum with him this time.

“Your turn now.”

Deep. So deep. Hyunjin was kissing your soul out of you, and you were questioning what that feeling growing in the pit of your stomach was.

“Ready?”

“Mhm.”

He aligned himself with your entrance and uttered with a soft voice, “Tell me if I make you uncomfortable.”

You remembered your actual first time that went down in the backseat of some second-hand car, and that motherfucker didn’t even have the courtesy of getting you properly wet first, let alone asking you if you were ready or not.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

You believed it. If this was indeed your first time, he wouldn’t hurt you. Hyunjin may have been a little too eccentric by the norms, but in your experience, it was the outliers who happened to be the most fun to have around. You felt him pushing the tip in.

“You’re good?”

“A bit more. I can take it.”

He started fucking into you just with his tip, slowly paving his way inside you. The deeper he was sinking, the more guttural your moans were getting.

“I’m gonna break you in now.”

He was totally in character and already balls deep in you, which made you wonder how he was going to pretend to break y—

“OH, FUCK!”

Hyunjin bottomed out with one sharp thrust, hitting a dead end inside you, and it felt so fucking delicious. He lowered his body to your face with a calm smile embellishing his succulent lips.

“This virgin cunt of yours?” he pecked your lips and his smile instantly evaporated, “It’s mine now.”

He started fucking you so hard like he couldn’t restrain himself anymore, and you weren’t able to pretend anymore. It was the way you were reacting to him that was riling Hyunjin up beyond control. 

“Hyunjin…”

“Feels good?” he threw your legs on his shoulder, “I’ll make it feel better.”

“GOD!”

“Nobody can fuck you like this.”

Hyunjin couldn’t believe the out-of-body experience you were providing him. A woman like you. In his bed. Letting him please you out of your mind. And the fact that you were actually enjoying this? Panting and moaning under him? Rather than getting freaked out? It was doing something to his confidence levels.

You, on the other hand, saw a flash of Hyunjae appear on his face.

“You’re gonna be a good girl again and cum all around me, beautiful.”

“Hyunjin…”

“Give it to me,” he grazed his teeth on your ankle, “Give it to me good. Let me have you.”

“Hyunjin!”

Hyunjin’s breathless moans hit their loudest when you squeezed him hard within your walls, milking him until he squirted his very last drop inside you. He hadn’t felt this euphoric for the longest time, and no amount of self-edging could make him cum this hard.

“I’m– I’m sorry,” he began returning to his actual self while catching his breath, “It kinda got out of hand.”

“Are you kidding me?!” you exclaimed as your heaving chest started to calm down, “That was fucking amazing!”

A fond smile appeared on Hyunjin’s lips. You were just about to come down when he took you completely off guard by kissing you deep—so deep that you almost got turned on for another round. His tongue was making love to yours again with quiet moans escaping his lips. God, those lips were just perfect for kissing, but the problem was the only acceptable punctuation to nights like these was a peck. You did not kiss your one night stands.

“Stay,” Hyunjin held your face between his hands, “Stay for the night.”

“I don’t do that, loverboy,” you brushed his hair behind his ear, “But I doubt this is going to be our only hangout.”

A one night stand. How many nights with the same person equaled to a one night stand exactly?

When you got out of Hyunjin’s apartment and walked into the chilly night, you were having mixed feelings. A little confused maybe. But at least you were able to confirm one thing.

They might have been twins sharing the exact same DNA pattern, but they most certainly did not cum the same.

⥊ End of Part 2 ⥋

Tags: @straywrds @laylasbunbunny @minaamhh @hyunreveries

six seconds

“things you said under the stars and in the grass”

❥ neighbour!bang chan x gn!reader

❥ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

❥ warning: brief mention of food

❥ word count: 3.9K

❥ A/N: heheh finally back with another fic!! did you all miss me? no? okay ._. ahahahhaha anyway. this one’s part of the little request series i said i’d do. i hope you enjoy this little fic while i work on a much longer one. and 🍋 bestie~ i hope i did your request justice!

also pls lmk if there are typos. i’m too tired to. proofread lmao

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sliding open your bedroom window, you looked out at the quiet neighbourhood and took in a deep breath. it was one of those nights—the nights where the sky was completely and utterly clear, with hundreds of stars scattered across the black canvas, forming different shapes, twinkling, as if saying hello. you smiled at the sky, basking in the peace it brought, the only sound filling the air that of the soft wind and even softer crickets.

that is, until a familiar jingle hit your ears.

the owner of the little bells padded across the roof towards you, travelling all the way from your neighbour’s house, offering a small meow as she settled right on the windowsill, her hind legs resting on the red clay tiles.

‘hello baby~’ you cooed, scratching at the top of her head. ‘what are you doing up so late, hm? out for a late hunt? did you catch anything?’

aurora purred in response, rubbing her head against your hand before walking forward, forcing your palm to brush along the expanse of her spine. you chuckled a little, catching her hint, and started petting her.

‘it’s a beautiful night, isn’t it rory? the stars look so pretty.’

aurora purred a little louder, almost as if she agreed. your eyes scanned the sky, and you inhaled a deep breath, allowing the cool air to fill your lungs, a wide smile spreading across your face. it was late enough for the entire world to be silent and you were truly at peace.

well. almost.

not even a minute had passed when your eyes caught a figure standing right in front of your porch, beaming up at you—chris. he gave you a wave and you smiled. it wasn’t rare to see him out so late, and it was even less rare to see him standing right under your window.

chris was your neighbour. and one of your closest friend. and perhaps… the man you’d been in love with for the past few years.

your relationship was strange. there were too many things left unspoken. too many things left hanging in the air. too many flirty remarks floating about, waiting to catch meaning. and yet at the same time… nothing seemed to really need an answer. you knew how he felt. or at least—you hoped you were right about what you thought you knew.

and you hoped he understood what you felt too.

‘come down,’ he said, a little mindful of the other neighbours.

‘what?’ you asked, leaning forward, pretending you couldn’t hear.

‘come—down,’ he almost shouted, this time gesturing with his hand for extra emphasis. you giggled at his exasperation. it was cute how he was trying so hard to mindful of his volume, wincing a little when he felt himself shout too loud.

‘it’s almost 3am.’

‘and?’

‘and it’s late!’ you laughed. ‘why would i come down?’

‘because we can stargaze.’

‘but i’m already stargazing.’

‘yeah but,’ he pouted with a small murmur. though fortunate enough for him, there was enough light for you to catch his expression and the way his lips moved. shaking your head with a small giggle, you bid your neighbour’s cat goodnight and backed away from the window, sliding it shut without another word.

to anyone else, it might have looked like you brushed him off. but chris knew you better. so he stood there—hands in the pocket of his hoodie, eyes darting around your front door, lips pressed together as he hummed a little tune—waiting for you to appear.

a few moments later, his phone rang.

‘i’m still not convinced,’ you said as soon as he picked up.

‘oh yeah? is that why you’re walking downstairs right now?’

‘how’d you know? i could be lying in bed.’

‘you turned your bedroom lights off.’

‘yeah? to sleep.’

‘and you just turned the foyer lights on. i can see from the living room window.’

‘that could be someone else. i do have a family, you know.’

‘uh huh, sure. i have food.’

‘oh! well why didn’t you just say that?’ you exclaimed, ending the call and swinging the front door open immediately. the two of you erupted into small giggles the moment your eyes locked and he shook his head, obviously amused with your little antics.

once you locked the door you walked over to where he stood, your entire figure finally illuminated by the porch light shining right by your front gate. ‘hi~’

‘oh wow don’t you look fancy,’ chris teased, eyeing you up and down, referring to the baggy sweatpants hanging off your hips and the wrinkled t-shirt you had lazily fished out of your closet after your night shower.

‘shut up, like you look any different.’

he gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. ‘excuse me, i’m wearing my day clothes.’

‘exactly. and these are my sleep clothes. are you really in a position to be judging my fashion?’ you quipped back, walking closer and giving him a warm hug as he giggled.

‘touché. i got new slippers though.’

you stepped back, eyes travelling down to his feet.

‘and you’re wearing them with socks.’

‘it’s cold!’

‘you’re wearing shorts!’ you said a little too loudly and he shushed you between laughs. ‘why are you even out here at this hour?’

‘couldn’t sleep. was hoping you’d be awake. i wanna take you somewhere.’

you narrowed your eyes and tilted your head in question. ‘where?’

‘there’s this hilltop i found. the sky is soooo clear, it’s perfect! figured you’d like it.’

you couldn’t help the fond look in your eyes, seeing him grin so excitedly. there was something so childlike and pure about it. about him. it was one of the many things you loved about him. stifling a little giggle you nodded softly.

‘okay. we should get going then. before the sun comes up.’

he nodded. ‘let’s go,’ he beamed in excited whisper, walking towards his car, a little jump in his step.

‘okay but where’s this food you promised?’ you asked, walking around to the passenger door.

‘hm? oh,’ he unlocked his car and opened the door, illuminating the interior, ‘it’s there,’ he gestured at the backseat.

you opened the door and took a peek inside. there were two blankets, a copious amount of fluffy cushions, two glass bottles of your favourite carbonated drinks, and a plastic bag full of a bunch of food containers, the inside of the bag forming little droplets of condensation from the steam.

‘low budget picnic, ay?’ you laughed, taking a seat.

chris pressed the engine button to start the ignition and turned to you, a playful furrow between his brows. ‘hey that cost me a good amount of money, i’ll have you know. besides,’ he buckled his seatbelt, ‘this was a very last minute thing.’

you knit your brows together, a little confused.

‘literally was driving past that hilltop earlier and the sky looked so pretty i knew i had to drive you out there to show you. the pictures weren’t doing it justice.’

‘wait you– you just found this place?’

‘yeah,’ he nodded, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

‘and you just decided to get food and drinks, and zoom back here, hoping i’d be awake?’

‘not hoping, y/n. i knew you’d be awake,’ he smirked. your mouth fell open, feigning offence.

‘hey i could’ve been asleep!’

‘mhm of course. totally. it’s not like you spend most of the week texting me at 3am.’

you gave him a little glare, lips pursing together to hide your smile. he glared back, and leaned closer. maybe a little too close. because it shocked you and made you jerk backwards, eyes blown wide. small breathy chuckles from his lips as he leant back in his seat and you turned away, face feeling just a little bit warm.

‘alright, whatever. you win. start driving.’

.

‘you ever wonder what it would be like to look at all these stars from space?’ chris mumbled.

you were both lying on the blanket—his right hand under his head, while the other brushed gently against yours. feeling the grass move under your head as you shifted your position a little, you hummed.

‘the stars would probably look like static dots,’ you responded in an almost hushed tone, locking your hands over your stomach. ‘because there’d be no atmosphere to scatter the light. so they wouldn’t twinkle.’

there was a small rustle under the blanket as he moved to rest on his side. his arm propping his body up as he faced you, an awestruck look in his eyes. ‘how do you know so much?’

‘you know what? i… don’t know,’ you laughed and turned to look at him. ‘i just do. must’ve read it somewhere. just like how you know random things out of nowhere.’

‘yeah but i don’t know as much,’ he brushed off, and you made a face.

‘i’m not entertaining this pointless argument again,’ you breathed out with a small chuckle, eyes diverting to look at the sky. it made him giggle.

‘i annoy you, do i?’

you turned your head towards him again, a sarcastic comment dancing at the tip of your tongue. but then your eyes caught the goofy smile on his face, and it made your chest swell, a fond smile making its way onto your lips.

‘no,’ you shook your head. ‘i just don’t have the energy to argue right now. someone dragged me out of my house at 3 in the morning,’ you joked in an attempt to steer your head and heart away from whatever warmth was bubbling in your stomach, making you a little nervous.

‘hey, it was 2.47. get it right.’

you laughed. ‘shut up, idiot,’ you elbowed at his arm and looked back at the sky. ‘oh hey. those look like planets. jupiter and saturn maybe? they’re in a line too!’

‘where?’ he asked.

‘there!’ you lifted your shoulders a little and pointed at the section of the sky right in front of your field of vision. ‘near aquarius. do you see them?’

he leaned closer, trying to match your eye level, his cheek almost touching yours. the movement was innocent, but it didn’t fail to make your heart race, his perfume invading your senses, leaving you feeling a little distracted. your head fell back against the cushion. lost in thought, your eyes stared into literal space, avoiding looking at your right.

‘hmm i don’t see it,’ he mumbled, finally catching your attention.

‘how can you not see it? they’re that hu–’ you cut yourself off the moment you met his eyes, finally noticing how his upper body was almost hovering over yours, with virtually no space between your shoulder and his chest. noticing your dazed expression he raised his eyebrows.

nothing.

‘what? cat got your tongue, darling?’ he whispered, and the mischievous look on his face finally pulled you back to reality. feeling a great rush of… nerves, adrenaline, shyness—whatever you wanted to call it—you pushed at his shoulder, forcing him to fall right on his back.

‘you’re so annoying,’ you grumbled, eyes darting in every which direction except towards the figure vibrating with laughter.

‘what? i’m just trying to look for jupiter and saturn.’

‘sure you are. you so–’

‘i’m what?’

‘nothing.’

‘i’m nothing?’

‘no, ohmygod!’ you swiped a hand across the right side of your face. ‘do you have to be this annoying?’ you asked with a laugh, unable to stop yourself from joining in on his giggles.

‘okay but seriously,’ he spoke up between diffusing giggles. ‘i can’t seem them.’

‘fine, sit up,’ you said, doing the same. he knit his brows in confusion but complied nevertheless. watching as you crawled on your knees across the blanket, sitting right behind him.

‘what’re you doing?’

‘shh,’ you held his hand, your front almost pressed against his back, and rested your cheek against his. grabbing hold of his wrist with your thumb and ring finger, you coaxed his fingers shut, save for his index finger. gently pressing your palm against the back of his hand, you raised his arm and pointed towards the static yellowish dot in the sky—one of the only two balls of light that weren’t twinkling.

‘that’s jupiter,’ you whispered.

you waited for a beat and you moved his hand a little higher, slightly to the left towards a slightly smaller dot.

‘and that’s saturn.’

you smiled when you heard him stutter just a little. you leaned forward and his eyes flickered to yours, your faces mere inches away.

‘now you see them?’

‘huh? uh- uh y-yeah i can– see them now.’

you hummed, noticing the way his gaze dropped from your eyes. there was a moment where none of you said anything. and just when he thought he’d calmed his heartbeat enough to say something, you moved away completely.

‘good,’ you said, moving to sit next to him.

he sat there for a moment, frozen. and blinked a few times before finally exhaling a breathy chuckle and shook his head.

‘you’re evil,’ he mumbled softly, but you heard him.

‘eye for an eye, pretty boy,’ you nudged his shoulder, and he looked down, shaking his head before looking up through his lashes with an amused smile.

‘i’ll get you back.’

‘mhm sure,’ you shrugged and brushed him off, knowing you’d won this little game for the night. tilting you head up, your eyes scanned the sky, a satisfied breath leaving your lips. ‘there’s a really cool collection of constellations in the sky tonight.’ you turned to look at him. ‘how many can you name?’

chris hummed and adjusted his position, crossing his legs and straightening his back. ‘okay so… that’s… aquarius, yeah?’ his eyes flickered to yours and you nodded. ‘so that’s capricornus literally right above it. and saturn between them.’

‘mhm.’

‘and then… wait you told me this just now. that bright star,’ he wiggled his finger at a sparkling ball of light that stood out towards the right of saturn. ‘it’s f… fomalhaut?’

‘you remembered!’

‘which is part of pisces?’

‘pisces austrinus, but yes,’ you smiled.

‘and…’ he tilted his head back, one palm planted firmly on the ground, eyes looking right above his head. ‘that’s sagittarius, yeah? and the u-shape constellation is corona australis right next to it.’

you nodded excitedly, filled with a swell of pride at your little student. ‘and that’s aquila,’ you leaned back and pointed towards the left of sagittarius.

‘oh really? isn’t that cygnus? the northern(?) cross.’

‘no no no. they look alike but see the two stars that connect to form the wings? they’re pointing down. cygnus would point up,’ you explained and he nodded in understanding, a small “ohhh” falling from his lips. ‘i think cygnus is…’

you turned your body around and he turned with you, scanning the sky with an equal intensity and focus.

‘it should be there but the trees are covering it,’ you pouted, shoulders dropping a little. the sight made him chuckle and he pinched your cheek.

‘at least we’ve got jupiter and saturn.’

you hummed in agreement, eyes still trained on the little stars shining just above the trees. the two of you stayed looking in the same direction and suddenly, a quick flash of light bolted through the sky. so quick you almost didn’t catch it. almost.

and a gasp mixed with a tiny squeal left your lips. ‘shooting star!’ you tapped his arm repeatedly, and jumped a little in your seat, your body turning to face his. ‘ohmygod did you see that?! that– that was a shooting star, wasn’t it?’

he nodded along with a chuckle. ‘yeah i think it was.’

‘you know that’s my first time seeing one.’

‘really?’ he looked surprised.

‘yeah that–’ you scooted back a little and rested your weight on your palms. ‘wow… that was so cool,’ you breathed out and sat up straight, catching his fond gaze.

‘did you make a wish?’ he asked.

‘huh?’ you heard him, but amidst the excitement, it took a few seconds to process his question. and answered before he could repeat himself, you spoke up. ‘oh,’ you clicked your tongue with a small shake of your head. ‘i didn’t.’

he hummed and nodded in understanding.

‘did you wish for anything?’

‘nope. i’ve got nothing to wish for. got everything right here,’ he looked right past your eyes, into your soul.

you bit you lip as heat rushed to your cheeks and ears, but that didn’t stop you from teasing him. ‘oh? and what’s that?’

‘well…’ he reached over for a grape from the container resting at the corner of the blanket, and popped it in his mouth. chewing on the fruit, he looked at you with a peculiar glint in his eyes and you blinked, waiting for him to continue.

he swallowed and his eyes darted around as he began to speak. ‘i’ve got my family, my friends, a great job, a comfortable life…’ he paused for a second and lifted his eyes to look into yours. ‘you.’

you smiled. ‘am i not your friend?’

‘what?’

‘you said friends… and me. as if it’s separate.’

he bit his lip to contain a smile and moved to lean on his palm, his head resting on his shoulder. ‘well yeah. you’re not just my friend. you’re my best friend,’ he grinned, dimples popping out.

‘i thought felix was your best friend.’

‘yeah but so are you.’

you raised your eyebrow, your smile falling just a little. ‘i don’t think i’m your best friend,’ you breathed out in a hushed tone.

‘then what do you think you are?’ he raised his eyebrows in a quick motion, as if playfully taunting you.

‘that’s what im asking you,’ you poked at his chest. you knew what he was doing. he was still playing that stupid “who can fluster the other more” game, but you weren’t having it. you wanted to hear him finally say it. you needed to hear him say it.

‘you are…’ he drawled. and then silence.

you nodded, leaning closer. ‘i am…?’

‘my sunshine.’

you let out a breathy laugh. ‘your only sunshine?’ you asked with an amused nod. and he nodded back.

‘you make me happy~’ he sang. ‘when skies are grey…’

he looked so amused with himself it made you laugh out loud and hit his shoulder lightly. ‘you’re so stupid.’

‘what?’ he pushed his chest back. ‘it’s true!’

‘and you’re a coward.’

‘why am i a coward?’

‘you know why.’

‘no i don’t know,’ he leaned forward, a playful glint in his eyes.

you pursed your lips and held his gaze for a moment before looking away with a slight roll of your eyes, a lighthearted scoff leaving your lips. it had started bothering you a little that he often shied away from talking about his feelings seriously. but you tried your best not to let it show. after all, it wasn’t like you were ever upfront about your feelings either.

both of you danced around the topic, never truly saying anything. afraid of what, neither of you knew.

‘you do. you just like to pretend. because you’re a coward,’ you offered him a teasing grin and a small wink, before looking away. ‘also, i think the sun’s about to rise soon,’ you opened your phone camera, attempting to divert your attention from the longing ache in your chest. ‘i’m gonna take some pictures while i can.’

you raised your arm, stiffening it to keep it as still as possible, while the camera took a low exposure shot.

it usually takes six seconds for a shutter to go off on night mode. and in those six seconds, chris went through a million thoughts, noticing every minuscule expression on your face, every lilt of emotion in your voice. he knew what you were talking about. of course he did. he observed you for a moment, taking your presence in, memorising every detail of your face over and over again.

once those six seconds passed and the shot processed, you opened up the gallery to edit the picture.

‘y/n?’

you hummed a response, eyes glued to your phone screen.

‘i love you.’

your thumbs froze, hovering over the screen, and your heart thumping in your chest as the words processed in your mind.

‘what?’ your head snapped to look at him.

‘i said… i love you,’ he confessed with gentlest tone, soft eyes looking at your surprised expression, a small smile playing on his lips.

‘you…’ you pressed your lips together and looked down at the blanket, trying to contain the butterflies fluttering into your stomach. taking a deep breath to relieve the strange tightness in your chest, you fiddled with your phone case. ‘you mean as a– friend?’

‘no…’ he scooted a little closer and held your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face to meet his. ‘i mean i’m in love with you,’ he whispered. ‘completely, utterly, insanely in love with you. like i can’t breathe without you.’

your lips twitched a little. ‘picked that dialogue from a movie, did you?’

‘hey hey hey, i’ll have you know i’m very romantic. just look at where i’m confessing.’

your eyes darted up to look at the star-studded sky, then back at him—and whatever you had to say, simply died on your lips. your lips opened and closed as you stared at him, confused on what to do with the sight before you.

there he was, the man you loved so dearly… looking at you the way you looked at the stars in the sky. as if you held those stars in your eyes.

the more you looked at him, the more you realised that he’d said it, he’d finally said it—and the more emotional you got. getting hit with an overwhelming wave of emotion, your lips wobbled, and your eyes glassed over.

‘wait are you crying?’

‘no,’ you squeaked out with a blink, and a tear fell down your cheek.

‘awww,’ he cooed and pulled you in for a hug. ‘don’t cry, baby.’

‘i’m not,’ your mumbled with a sniffle, voice muffled by the fabric of his hoodie, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

‘yeah i totally believe you, sweetheart.’

his hold around you tightened and your finally wrapped your arms around his torso as he swayed your body side to side. moments passed with both of you just sitting on the blanket, wrapped up in a warm embrace. you weren’t sure how long you sat that way—only that at some point, the birds had started chirping and the sky had started to change colour.

‘by the way,’ he finally spoke up, before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. ‘you still haven’t said it back.’

you broke out in little giggles and pulled back to look at his face. he looked so beautiful under the soft twilight. your hands moved to hold his jaw softly, the pads of your thumbs pressing into his cheeks.

‘i love you too.’

his smile deepened, dimples more obvious than ever, and his hands moved to wipe the wet trail of tears by the corners of your eyes. his own eyes sparkled a little, as if maybe he felt like crying too. as if he was just as overwhelmed. and he was.

‘not a coward anymore, hey?’

you threw your head back in laughter before dropping it on his collarbone, nuzzling against his neck, your hands falling to his shoulders. a second passed and you looked up at him, only to find him already looking at you. ‘i’d say… maybe you’re less of a coward now.’

he raised an eyebrow. ‘y’know what, i’ll take it.’

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To the stars — Hyunjin

pairing; hwang hyunjin x female reader, (mentions of other members)

genre; titanic!au, romance, fluff, angst, tragedy

summary; the most famous and youngest violinist of her time and a young artist of the lower class on board of the Ship of Dreams? Pathetic, yes, and yet opposites seem to attract.

warnings; mature content, mature language, cursing, tw!death, drinking alcohol (only a little bit), a little bit of smut, smoking (might add more warnings later)

word count; 3,4k

taglist; @hyunskizz, @daiyoon

authors note; I'm not a fan of tragic endings, so be prepared for a happy ending?

Parts; Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 soon

!minors do not interact!

"A CONCERT IN NEW YORK?!" It all started with that. I never dreamed of getting this far in my life. I had never been the best student, nor the well-behaved daughter of the house who took private lessons in literature and history seriously. I had always been a little different from the other kids my age that had the same social status as me. And now I was England's most famous violinist.

"I can not believe it!" When the news reached me that I would play at the Metropolitan Opera in New York, it seemed I was at the peak of my career as a violinist. Luck seemed to be on my side.

"And the best thing, my dear, the costs of our trip are fully covered. We don't need to pay a penny." My mother, standing behind me and combing my hair, smiled at me through the mirror. Our trip. The corners of my mouth twitched before I smiled softly. "I can't wait to get on board, mother." Although I would have preferred to travel alone with my friends. "I never imagined such a ship in my wildest dreams. It must be breathtaking." I continued, leaning back in my chair a bit. "That's it dear. And in a few hours, we'll be able to see it by ourselves." My mother put my comb aside and finally asked me, "I hope you've packed everything? Felix and the others will surely be here soon. You should have everything ready by then." I nodded at her question. All I had to do was peel off the robe I was wearing and slip into one of the dresses my mom ordered from a special designer for me for today. And I definitely hated it. I hated everything about that dress because it didn't reflect who I was at all. But what didn't I do to be the good, loving daughter. "Darling?" My mother seemed to sense my absence, even though I knew that she didn't care about me until I finally had success in life. I blinked and looked up at her, "I'll get changed now and take care of the final details. I'll come to the driveway once I'm done." It was exactly the answer my mother wanted to hear. She smiled contentedly, "I'll have your suitcases loaded, then we can leave immediately."

When she finally left my room, I was able to get a moment for myself. I enjoyed the moment just sitting there and letting my gaze wander. I probably wouldn't see these four walls, my home, for a while. Would I miss it? I guess not. It was just a prison for me anyway. My eyes finally settled on today's flyer, which featured a huge cruise ship. Underneath it was written in capital letters:

The ship of dreams - the Titanic sails today!

"The ship of dreams, huh?" My fingertips traced the outline of the image before picking up the flyer. My gaze slid over the contours of the ship. That such a giant could stay afloat at all was almost a miracle. It was not for nothing that the creators of the Titanic boasted that ship was unsinkable. I finally put the flyer back on my desk and made sure to be in the driveway on time. I knew that my mother wasn't a friend of being late.

And yet I was. Exactly two minutes late. I gave my mother an apologetic smile, knowing it wouldn't save me, before glancing at the motorcade pulling up and parked in our driveway. I paused for a moment before two young men got out of the front car. Lee Felix and Han Jisung. My best friends and those who would also join me on my trip to New York.

Not minding etiquette, I rushed down the stairs to greet my friends. "Finally you two are here!" I hugged both of them happily. Felix laughed: "Hey, I can't breathe!" He gasped while Jisung just giggled. Reluctantly I let go of the two. "You can't believe how happy I am that you're here." I explained and lifted visibly my eyebrows, which meant that they should just save me from my mother. Jisung suppressed a smirk while Felix replied, "Don't worry, we'll get your mind off things." A smile tugged at his lips as he looked behind me and greeted my mother as she joined us. "Good morning gentlemen. It's nice that you've finally arrived." I wanted to give my mother a wry look, but that would only mean more trouble. "Mrs. l/n (your last name), we're glad to see you too." Jisung mirrored my mother's smile as he addressed her. She nodded with a friendly expression on her face before continuing, "It's a wonderful day to embark on such a great journey, I hope you're all set." "Of course ma'am." Felix replied with his typical happy smile, which is why I always called him sunshine. I grimaced and jumped into the conversation, "All right, now that everything is settled, let's be on our way as soon as the house servants have loaded the last suitcases." I looked around. Thank god my mother agreed, "I'll go and see if we have everything. Take care of your friends darling, maybe they want some tea?" I wanted to make a face, but I nodded instead. "I'll take care of them, mother." I kept smiling until she was finally out of my hearing range. I sighed loudly and turned back to my friends.

"So?" I asked, looking questioningly at Felix and Jisung. "I heard we make the Titanic unsafe?", "Oh yes!" Ji crossed his arms and grinned. "But first we have to get you out of that horrible dress. That's straight from the last century." He eyed me. "Thank my mother. If I had it my way, I wouldn't wear that either.", "Don't worry, I've got enough fabric in my luggage to design you a new dress in no time." The light that started to pop in Jisung's eyes told me he couldn't wait to get me into one of his self-designed dresses. Because as an up-and-coming fashion designer he was always looking for new ideas and challenges: "It's good that I don't have any knowledge about that." Felix said and leaned against his car, a brand new model that was all the rage in Europe. "But my mother would have preferred that I would marry you." I chuckled and looked at him. Felix cocked his head and spoke amusedly, "That wouldn't work between us anyway Y/n. We're already so palsy-walsy." I giggled at his words, "I guess you're right." Felix and I have known each other since we both could. walk. He came from an even wealthier family than I did, and had always been an excellent student, hardworking and well-behaved. He could have had any girl, but he had never been with anyone. He also got the chance to study engineering in New York. The reason why he accompanied me on my trip. "Nice car you have there." I finally said. Felix raised his eyebrows, "Uh yeah, it just got delivered a few days ago. Drives great." The young man replied, whereupon I said, "Then I have no choice but to go with you. I won't miss an opportunity like that." I smiled crookedly, earning a surprised look from Felix, "Your mother wouldn't like that." No, she absolutely wouldn't, and I didn't care. Without any hesitation, I opened the door of the car and placed myself in, "I consider this as my dowry." I joked looking out at my two friends who were staring at me, "I love when you guys look so stunned." I grinned before adding, "What? Are you jumping in? Otherwise, the ship will leave without us."

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The music was loud, and the smoke from cigarettes and the smell of beer and whiskey mingled in the pub. It was only 11 o'clock and almost everyone here was already star-struck. "So what else do we have?" Hyunjin leaned a little over to one of his friends who was sitting with him at the round skat table. "Hm, let's see." The young man with light brown hair spoke and rummaged in his pocket. He pulled out a few pennies and a pocket knife. "Shit, guys, that's nothing. Besides, that's the knife of Minho's grandfather." Another young man standing behind them leaned over them. "I know Jeongin." Hyunjin sighed before looking at Minho, who was staring at the pocket knife, lost in thought, "Buddy, you don't have to-", "It's alright." Minho interrupted the young man next to him before placing the knife and the few pennies in the middle of the table, where all the money, some valuables, and three tickets to New York lay. A trip on the dream ship, a trip into a new life. "This time, we'll get everything." Minho smiled confidently. They couldn't lose. Otherwise they would lose everything except what they are wearing. Even if it wasn't much that the three young men owned. Because when you came from the working class, there wasn't anything worth living for. A journey into another, probably better life came as called for. "So," Hyunjin's gaze slid to the men sitting across from him and his friend, "Let's play."

___

"It's unbelievable how jammed everything here is." I spoke and stuck my head out the window as we drove down the harbor. So many cars and people gathered in one place. It was difficult to even find a way through the crowds. "We're probably not the only ones." Jisung spoke ironically. "The Titanic seats about 2,400 people on board. No wonder it's so crowded today." Explained Felix, who was driving the car. It would probably have been quicker to walk. He honked his horn and waved a few people aside. "Wow, that's a lot." I answered before we turned around a corner as a huge ship came into our view. The Titanic. I held my breath and took in the sight. I had never seen such a giant in my life. It was overwhelming. Jisung now lowered the window pane to his side too to get a better view of the ship. "Have you seen anything like this before?" he asked while admiring the massive structure of grandiose engineering. "No" Felix and I replied at the same time, cause we were both completely captivated by this view. If there truly was an unsinkable ship, it could only be the Titanic. Felix's car slowly came to a standstill before he broke away from the sight of the ship and turned to us. "All right, I'm going to sign us in. Stay by the car, okay?" He looked at Jisung and me in the back seat. We nodded almost synchronously.

So Felix left us alone while Jisung and I got out to get a better view of the ship that was right in front of us. "Amazing. Sailing with this to New York will be fantastic." I could barely hide the excitement in my voice. And Jisung sounded pretty excited too. "It truly is the ship of dreams. I can't wait to get on board." I agreed before I heard my mother's voice. I turned around and saw her just getting out of the car that was parked right behind us. She gave me a displeased look but didn't say anything. Surely I'd get a lecture for not riding with her once we got on board. "The servants bring everything into the ship." She explained and looked at me. "We're already signed up, I've taken care of everything, so let's get on board dear." I blinked and looked questioningly at Jisung, who just nodded, "Go ahead, I'll wait here for Felix." he smiled. Although I would have loved to board the Titanic with my friends, I had no choice but to follow my mother. We walked over the bridge that connected the mainland with the ship, where we were greeted warmly by the crew. But I hardly had eyes for that. Instead, my gaze wandered over the pompous interior of the ship, the high walls and the elaborate decorations on the railings and stairs. But a voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Welcome on board of the Titanic Miss." In front of me stood a young, handsome man with raven-black hair, in a uniform. I wasn't very familiar with the ranks of a ship's crew, but from the looks of the other person in front of me, he seemed important. And I shouldn't be wrong. "I am pleased to welcome you on board. My name is Captain Bang. I will take you safely to New York." His accent immediately told me that he wasn't British, but Australian. Also, his smile was quite contagious.

I blinked and finally replied, "The pleasure is all mine." Does he want to greet all first-class guests in person? It looked like that. I returned the captain's smile before he asked me, "Are you traveling alone miss?" I was taken aback by his question, "No I..." I paused and started to look around. Only now did I realize that I had lost sight of my mother in all the hustle and bustle. I gasped and looked back at my interlocutor, "No, I'm traveling with my mother." I explained to him, whereupon the captain looked around, "It's easy to lose each other in crowds like this. What's your name, Miss? I can call a retinue for you who's going to get you to your room and let your mother know that you were safely accompanied." He was very accommodating. I nodded in agreement, "That would be wonderful." I replied and gave him my name, whereupon the captain paused and just regarded me for a moment before answering, "Wait here Miss l/n, I'll take care of it." A smile appeared on his lips again before the young man turned on his heel to look for a crew member who would attend to my business. So I lagged behind a bit awkwardly, which is why I turned my attention back to what was happening around me.

Lost in thought, I looked at the many people around me. There were probably many more in the lower classes, but even here, where the rich and beautiful met, it seemed overcrowded to me. Every single one of them could afford the trip without any problems. At that moment, I wondered how those who couldn't fare. "Y/n!" Felix's voice got through to me. I looked over my shoulder before my two friends caught up with me. "Have you finally made it?" A mischievous grin spread across my lips. Felix ran a hand through his hair, a little out of breath "Yes, just about that. The ship will be leaving soon. They are about to load the last wagons." he said. I was about to say something when a young man joined us. He was obviously one of the ship's crew, "Miss l/n?" he looked at me questioningly. I blinked and replied, questioning almost as much as he did, "Yes?" "You want me to show you to your room." he explained to me briefly. I had already forgotten that, "Oh, yes right." I looked back at Felix and Jisung. "Then we'll see each other later, yes?", "Of course Miss L/n." Felix cocked his head teasingly while he wore his bright smile. I playfully rolled my eyes and couldn't help but smile. Finally, I followed the young crew member deeper into the ship. Into a whole new world.

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Glasses flew around, and the smell of beer spread while Hyunjin and Minho were still sitting at the skat table. Behind them stood Jeongin, who looked worriedly at his friends' cards. Things were looking bad for the three young men. If they were going to win this game, more or less a miracle would have to happen. Minho's right leg bounced nervously up and down as he scowled at his cards. Things weren't looking too good for Hyunjin either. He was missing a certain card to turn the tide. He bit his bottom lip nervously before hearing Minho sigh angrily, "Damn, I'm out." He leaned back and crossed his arms. It was probably Hyunjin's fault now. His eyes swept fleetingly over his opponent. He was tall, handsome and definitely a good skat player.

"So, last round?" he raised his eyebrows. Hyunjin nodded slightly and looked at the deck from which he would draw his next card. Everything would stand or fall at that moment. He dropped the first card to his opponent and then drew one for himself from the deck. Minho cautiously squinted at his buddy while Hyunjin stared at his deck. "So?" his opponent asked, while the rubble of the masses around them almost drowned him out. Jeongin leaned over Hyunjin's shoulder full of tension, who was sitting in his chair as if stuck and had to realize for a moment what had happened right now. Minho frowned and craned his neck to get a better look at the cards as well. But what he saw at that moment made him fall from the clouds, "Damn, shit" he breathed, while Jeongin, almost at the same time, started to cheer, "Holy Mother of God!" Hyunjin blinked and looked at his opponent before a wide grin appeared on his face, "Well, I guess we won!" He revealed his cards. A slippery winning hand. Nobody would come up against that. Their victory was certain. They would go to New York. Defeated, his opponent sat back while the three young men cheered their victory. "Thank you for this extremely entertaining game gentlemen." Jeongin took the valuables and the tickets while Hyunjin and Minho hugged each other with joy. Luck had been on their side for once, but they shouldn't celebrate too soon. "Hey!" The three friends were interrupted in their burst of joy by one of the men who had also been playing for the tickets. "If you still want to go on board, you better hurry. The ship leaves in five minutes." For a moment it seemed like Hyunjin had misheard his words. "What?" Jeongin stared at the man, who replied, "Yes, in five minutes. The Titanic will leave the harbor at twelve." "Fuck." Minho gasped and looked at Hyunjin, who was also looking at his friend, "Go ahead and grab everything you fucking have and get the fuck out of here!" He gasped. Jeongin hurriedly put in his pocket the remaining money on the table and then followed Minho and Hyunjin who had already run ahead. Although the pub was right at the harbor, it was difficult to move through the crowds as quickly as possible. Everyone had come to admire the Titanic, say goodbye to relatives, or go on board themselves. "Where the hell are we going?!" Minho, who was right behind Hyunjin, gasped and tried to keep up with the young man. Hyunjin, meanwhile, made his way through the crowd, trying to get an overview while the crew members already started to catch the bridges, the entrances to the ship. Hyunjin's eyes scanned the area feverishly until he finally spotted a bridge that hadn't been caught yet. "There ahead!" he shouted and was just able to avoid an older man before nearly running him over. They had to reach the bridge at any cost. Hyunjin felt his lungs threatening to collapse, but he couldn't stop now. He couldn't miss this chance.

Not this time.

The three young men rushed onto the bridge and hastily waved to the crew members who were about to pull the bridge in. “HEY!” Hyunjin roared at the top of his lungs to get the men's attention, which worked. Startled, they looked up and waved the three friends over. "You couldn't come any later, huh?" One of the men asked them as Hyunjin showed him the tickets Jeongin had given him. "Sor....ry sir." The young man gasped for air while his counterpart checked the tickets. So the three friends could catch their breath for a moment. Finally, the man in uniform looked up and handed him back the tickets, "Welcome aboard the Titanic gentlemen."

They made it.

Hyunjin took the tickets and boarded with his friends. "Damn, we did it." Said Minho with a big, very happy smile on his face. "We really made it." Hyunjin smirked while Jeongin still couldn't believe it.

Now a new beginning, a start into a new life, was within reach.

"Come on, let's go on deck and watch the ship leaving the harbor." Satisfied, Hyunjin wrapped his arms around his friends.

They would see their home from afar for one last time, before there was no way back.

pure entertainment

camboy!chan x fem!reader

suitable for 18+ only | cum eating | hand job | chan’s blindfolded | just filth tbh

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A soft moan leaves Chan’s mouth, head tilting back as your fist glides up and down his cock.

Even with your small and tentative movements you’re still making him feel so good.

His shirt hangs loose on his shoulders, exposing the glistening sheen of sweat on his chest. His pants are pooled at his ankles—hands restrained behind his back.

Chan’s head lolls to the side, eyes hidden from view by the dark piece of fabric that restricts his sight. His lips, spit slicked and parted ever so slightly, call out for you to kiss them.

But you can’t right now.

When your fingertip dips into his sensitive head he whines.

“Fuck baby.”

His moans are hot and breathy, skin on fire and thighs twitching as you bring him closer and closer to his high.

“I’m going to come. Please make me come.”

One, two, three more pumps of your fist and he’s coming with a deep groan that turns into a soft whimper when you continue to stroke him.

So fucking vocal.

Chan comes a lot. Thick ropes of cum gather at his tip and drip down your forearm as you pump him lazily through his high.

When Chan whines loudly from overstimulation you withdrawal your hand, letting his dick fall against his thigh with a wet sound that has your thighs clenching.

You reach up with your other hand to remove the blindfold, watching his eyes flutter as they adjust to the light.

His eyes are half open as he watches you. You decide to put on a show only for him, tongue poking out from between your lips to collect the cum that drips down your arm.

Chan moans, tugging on the restraints as he watches you lick your skin clean of his arousal. Eyes still focused on him, you lean forward making sure your body is still out of frame before bringing your hand to his mouth.

Chan doesn’t have to be told what to do, immediately licking over your palm and taking your fingers into his mouth as he cleans you up.

“Good boy,” you whisper, only loud enough for Chan to hear.

“Fuck untie me baby please. Turn the live off I need to be in you.”

You obey Chan wordlessly, moving to turn off the live.

Before you click the button to end the stream and tend to your boyfriend you catch sight of the chat, heart fluttering and cheeks heating at the comments.

cbzcvmrag: fuck the way he looks at her T-T i want what they have

prince97: he’s so fucking whipped

chrisl0vr: ive never seen him this needy on a stream b4 i need her to help him out more often

Maybe that could be arranged.

DAECHWITA: Chapter 5

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“Are you seriously unaware of the niche community of people who have a thing for bulging veins?” you looked at him with suspicious eyes, “On a side note, one papercut, and you’re done for.” “Are you a member of the said community by any chance?” “Hell yeah?” you yelled as if that was common knowledge to possess, “It’s actually mindblowing you don’t get inappropriate advances on the daily with a body like that.” “Like what? “You know, Olympian god-tier. Strength for days,” you dipped your fork into the last bite, “You look like somebody sculpted you during the Renaissance in case you didn’t notice.”

Chapter 5: Under Your Skin

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Empty.

You noticed it when you realized there was an unusual amount of natural light in your corridor one day. The door to the catharsis room was slid open. You carefully approached and listened in, afraid of witnessing something you shouldn’t have again. When you peeked inside, you saw the room was empty. Hyunjin had moved out. Come to think of it, moving out would be an erroneous description because he was using this room in lieu of a summer villa anyway.

You were also informed that you weren’t going to be instructing him anymore. Nobody gave you an explanation as to why; just the fact that it might have been getting in the way of your own studies.

Way to be passive-aggressive.

But it worked to your benefit, so who the fuck cared? The prospect of being away from him made you breathe easy a little for some reason. It was fascinating to think that the emptiness of this room would make you feel all kinds of gloomy a couple of months ago.

Your second year came knocking on the door sooner than you expected, and you had a new set of robes reaching your knees now. Something that nobody else had. A black one with burgundy print on it for the first interdisciplinary student this institution had ever seen. You had spent the entire summer devising a program of study for yourself and taking extra classes to be done with this hell by the end of the year. Not because you were oh so invested in your academic career or future—it was just going to drive you insane if you didn’t keep your mind heavily occupied. Core curriculum, electives, extracurriculars, your complementary education courtesy of your agreement with the queen, and the occasional personal training you received from her for whatever reason. She seemed to be genuinely enjoying your company, but you were suspecting she may have been satisfying a longing for something else by spending time with you. You. A nobody. Yet the fondness on her face that appeared once every blue moon was too obvious to ignore. It made you wonder whether having a mother resembled this at all.

Nevertheless, you were feeling lonelier than ever. You were among so many different people because of the ridiculous amount of classes you were taking, but you didn’t even bother to make friends anymore—they were probably going to disappear from your life unexpectedly at some point anyway, so why bother? Why bother getting close to someone just to have them snatched away from you later on?

You actually had a remedy for this feeling. If you were outside, you could have gone to the cycling trail by the sea for a bike ride. That always helped you feel lighter. Just feeling the cool breeze caress your face and filling your lungs with the smell of iodine to disinfect whatever was growing in your chest. But that wasn’t within the realm of possible for you now. Inside personnel stayed inside.

You weren’t even sure what your title was anymore. Were you a student here? A guest? An employee? An aide? A pawn in some sick game you weren’t even aware of?

You were still thinking about Chris every minute of every day. You were missing him so much that you were racking your brains out to come up with an excuse just to walk into that dojo again. Or just to get a look from afar.

Afar. Just once. To convince yourself that you didn’t dream it. That he wasn’t a figment of your imagination. That he actually existed.

Afar.

You were on your way back to your room that Thursday when something finally snapped inside you. The practice sessions were always held on Thursdays, and there was still half an hour left before it ended. You crossed the interior courtyard and made a left instead of a right in that open corridor to make your way to the dojo with firm steps.

You felt your heart thumping in your ears when you stood in front of that door. There were loud exclamations and high-pitched metal sounds coming from inside. Everybody must have been way too into it as usual. You started praying to all the deities that you knew not to get noticed and slid the door open the tiniest measure while taking a deep breath, just enough for one of your eyes to observe.

You quickly scanned the gigantic hall with your eyes. The uniform attire of the clan was making this an impossible game of ‘Where’s Chris?’ to be solved on borrowed time, but you weren’t going to yield until you laid your eyes on him. You could feel your heartbeat increasing by three beats per minute with every passing second.

Come on. Where are you?

You were so engrossed in trying to find him among all the swordsmen that it didn’t occur to you what he was usually doing in those sessions. You darted your eyes to the clan master observing the sword patterns meticulously to tear people to shreds if they got it wrong.

Your heart skipped several beats when you noticed the man right next to him.

Posture upright, standing tall, hands clasped behind his back with arms forming a sharp forty-five-degree angle, eyes ablaze like a pair of flamethrowers ready to burn the whole goddamn place to ashes on cue.

You gasped.

His gaze immediately turned to the direction of the door and you watched his features soften when you made eye contact for the briefest second.

SHIT!

You urgently closed the door and started walking away as quickly as possible, your heart still beating so fast that you feared an actual heart attack coming on. The tightening in your chest doubled when you heard a door being opened in the distance and footsteps quickly approaching behind you.

“Wait!!!”

You felt a firm grip on your arm and finally stopped, breathing all kinds of erratic like you just ran a marathon.

“Your grace,” you averted your eyes to the floor and bowed to him.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Chris lowered his face trying to look you in the eye, “What’s up with the formality? Whatever happened to bathroom dude?”

You wanted to say so many things to him. God, you just wanted to be able to bury your nose in the crook of his neck to remember what his scent was like. You wanted to touch his face. You wanted to hug him so tight and never let him go.

You couldn’t.

“What’s wrong?”

He held your chin to force you to face him. Once he managed to lock his gaze with yours, it was plain impossible to look away. You felt your existence melt in those big brown eyes, anchored in your place for good.

“I c– I can’t tell you.”

“Hey.”

“Chris, please,” you whispered, trying so hard to hold back the wall of tears blurring your vision.

“It’s me,” he emphasized like it was a crucial piece of information you had to remember, “Tell me. Please.”

He was begging you with his soul, shattering yours with the desperation in his voice in the meantime. Hell, he was most probably thinking it was you who didn’t want to stay with him. That was not true; how could it ever be true? If you could, you would spend days in his bed, just listening to him tell you stories, talking about books, where the whole drumming thing came from. All with the comfort of knowing you could kiss him anytime you wanted. You could love him anytime he wanted. Just surrender to him completely because he was the safest thing to surrender to. He was your haven that you didn’t know existed.

You couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“I’m…” you tried to stabilize your breathing, “I’m not allowed to see you anymore.”

His face changed drastically at what you just disclosed to him, “Are you now?”

“Please don’t tell anybody I told you this. You’re not supposed to know. Please.”

Chris' expression was really hard to read. It looked like he was extremely relieved like he just learned he didn’t have a terminal disease anymore, but it was also partially cloudy with stains of spite. You had an inkling as to who that was addressed to.

“A lot of people are not allowed to do so many things on these grounds, but that doesn’t mean they don’t do it anyway.”

‘Well, don’t I know it?’ you thought to yourself with an uneasy feeling.

“Look at me,” Chris held your face in that empty corridor, currently painted orange with the sun setting in the distance, “Please don’t avert your eyes from me.”

It hurt so much. Looking into his doe eyes made you wanna uncontrollably sob. You were clenching your teeth so hard to suppress your tears that your jaw began to hurt.

“I miss you so much, baby.”

Why? Why did he have to say that? Why did he have to fucking say that and punctuate it with that goddamn address? You heard the floodgates loudly crack and finally let your tears fall.

When Chris pressed his lips onto yours, you felt your existence resurrect, basking in the solace of his warmth again. As he wiped your tears with his thumbs, you could see his cheeks were flushed, maybe slightly more than yours.

“Do you uh– Do you wanna just… Spend some time with me? Outside? Just… you and me.”

Your heart was squeezed to death at how much excitement and happiness that filled you with, yet you were so dumbfounded at the unexpected question that Chris took your silence in a way that he absolutely shouldn’t have.

“I mean, unless…”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, it’s not that! I’m just–” you corrected his misconstruction in panic and followed it with the disheartening facts, “Not only am I not allowed to see you, but it’s also… I’m not allowed to go outside.”

He was free to get out of the grounds as long as he hid himself since his adult ceremony had passed, but you didn’t have that luxury. Inside personnel stayed inside. Chris looked into your eyes and whispered with a dead serious tone.

“That’s why we’re gonna sneak around like a bunch of criminals,” he broke into a mischievous smile. When you involuntarily snorted, his dimples grew deeper.

“Tonight at midnight. Take the back stairs to the basement of your building. There’s an underground passageway behind the boiler that leads right outside the main exit. I’ll wait for you there.”

“You seem a bit too knowledgable about sneaking around,” you quipped while raising a brow.

“You learn to draw your own Marauder’s Map trying to survive in this prison camp,” he kissed your hands and pointed at you while walking back with a big smile, “At midnight! Don’t be late.”

You threw on the blackest outfits you could possibly find to blend in with the backdrop of the night, grabbed a candlestick and a box of matches from your drawer, and made your way down to the basement. It felt super eerie like you were about to get jumpscared to death considering the time, but when the light at the end of the tunnel was Chris, it was totally worth it.

With the minimal amount of moonlight illuminating the space that reeked of damp, you found several long pieces of timber placed vertically behind the boiler, which blocked a rusty door that looked like it hadn’t been touched in a hot minute. You hid your hand under your sleeve as a precaution and pushed the handle down with all your might until the door creaked open. You were pretty sure none of the fair ladies judging the crap out of you would be able to open this door by themselves, and it made you snort to yourself. Taking out the candle and matches from the front pocket of your sweatshirt, you made a little guiding light for yourself and followed the trail until you found the exit. When you opened that door that would lead you to your borrowed freedom, you blew out the candle and walked towards the familiar black car parked outside with quick steps. The night sky turned blindingly bright when Chris smiled at you.

“So? Where are we going?”

“The weather’s a bit chilly, but I figured we could ride bikes by the sea tonight.”

You couldn’t help the jumpscare that followed you all the way from the basement and flinched in your place.

“How did– how did you–?”

“Remember the night on the rooftop?” Chris briefly turned to you before making a left turn, “You talked about bikes for like ten minutes straight. When people can’t shut up about something, it’s usually a sign they are very normal about it.”

The rooftop. The night of getting to know each other by not getting to know each other. You didn’t even realize how personal you were being while trying to keep your distance from him. Your heart felt so warm that you weren’t able to feel the night chill anymore.

The semi-robotic voice of the navigation informed you that you had reached your destination. Both of you covered in black from head to toe, hidden behind masks and actually looking like a bunch of criminals, you headed towards the stack of bikes and rented two from another impersonal artificial intelligence.

“I’ll race you to the marina,” Chris jumped on his bike and took off at full speed.

“HEY, THAT’S CHEATING!!!”

You and Chris went at it like you were getting ready for the next UCI championships with a lot of yelling and cursing accompanying the fervent turns of the tires. The chilly wind was blowing in your faces so strongly that if it weren’t for the masks you had on, a case of Bell’s palsy would be inevitable.

“Move out of the way! Incoming battle of pride!”

You squeezed the brakes right under the mermaid statue at the square, which was one of the locations you could drop your bikes off.

“HA! SUCK ON THAT!”

“I’d love to, but you’re delusional. I got here first.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

The Marina Square was always crowded with people no matter the time of day or year. Just people chilling on the benches watching the sea and the gently floating yachts, performers scattered along the walkway every few meters, loud cackles of young voices chatting on their portable chairs on the lawns, street vendors selling food and drinks.

“NO SHIT! IS THAT A SAMULNORI PERFORMANCE?”

Chris grabbed you by the wrist to punctuate the argument over who won the race and dragged you towards the sound of lively percussion rising from afar. Two men and two women were on the floor, banging on their instruments with so much energy that it made the crowd encircling them go feral. Claps and nods to the rhythm of the piece being played, high-pitched whistles and loud cheers fueling the performers, just a bubble of normal people who didn’t know each other having the most abnormally fun time together.

“Look at them go!” Chris yelled out, clearly way too excited by what he was witnessing.

“It’s a normal people thing to vibe with the rhythm, your grace. You wouldn’t understand,” you retorted, “Not everybody sits their ass down and politely claps at a performance, you know?”

“Haha, very funny.”

You watched these four people for quite some time and left a generous tip before leaving for the amount of unsolicited joy they provided you. Then you and Chris began your stroll on the walkway, still way too energized from the performance earlier.

“I remember these!” Chris pointed at a man behind a cotton candy machine, “When I was a kid there was only pink. Look at all those colors they have now.”

“Is it any good?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… Does it taste good? I’ve never had it before.”

His eyes widened twice their size, and although you weren’t able to see it behind his mask, you just knew his jaw dropped at what you just said.

“Are you fucking serious?!”

“What? They didn’t sell these around my school, and I didn’t leave home much.”

Without even saying anything, Chris ran to the salesman and asked for two cotton candies. Pink. The original was where it was at after all.

“I’m not promising it will be life-changing, but you have to experience this.”

You bit into what looked like edible wool on a stick and immediately burst into laughter. It felt like eating a piece of a laughing cloud. The texture tickled your palate and it was sticking to your teeth if you didn’t let it melt on your tongue first. It was sweet, but not to the point of giving you a headache. It tasted like the first time you kissed Chris.

Life-changing.

After walking around for half an hour or so, you got on your bikes again and made your way back to the car at a humane speed this time, just enjoying the scenery and each other’s company. Despite the glory of the one night you had shared with Chris on his birthday, tonight was still the best night of your life by far.

You just didn’t know how much better it was going to get.

“Man, what a night!” you exclaimed in your seat before getting off the car, “Thank you for breaking me out tonight. I really really appreciate this.”

“Thank you for hanging out with me,” he smiled and killed the engine so that you could go back without any lights around.

You still couldn’t believe that after what seemed like forever you not only got to see Chris, but actually spent time with him as if you had never stopped seeing each other at one point. The outline of his side profile was glowing under the moonlight, depicting the most beautiful linework you had ever seen in your life. The more you were hesitating to leave, the more Chris was anticipating something he knew he shouldn’t have, but he couldn’t help it. Your face was flushed through and through, your throat was drier than crunchy autumn leaves, and your heart was on the verge of combusting again.

When you least expected it, he threw his arm on your shoulder and pulled you in for a kiss. The most comforting yet the most arousing thing in the world. The texture of his lips still felt like ripe peaches, so full and juicy, generating an instant desire to bite into them, but he tasted like cotton candy this time. Or cotton candies had always tasted like his kisses and you just weren’t aware of it.

“You wanna do it again tomorrow?”

Tomorrow. The day after. The day after the day after. Every day. Forever. For as long as you could. Yes. Yes to everything.

From that night on, you kept sneaking out with Chris to do… normal stuff. Stuff that you weren’t even aware was normal. Like eating cotton candy. Watching street performances. Having late-night snacks by the sea and stealing each other’s fries. Holding hands. Heavy makeout sessions in his car until you fogged all his windows.

And with each passing day, you were falling deeper in love with him. You didn’t even know a human heart was capable of harboring this much love for someone. Almost unconditionally. You didn’t love him based on a condition per se—it was more like hope. An undying hope that he would love you back. Respect you just as much. Feel comfortable enough around you to be unapologetically himself. Trust you at least a fraction of the trust you had in him.

It was much different than what you had felt for Hyunjin. There was warmth here. There was affection. You felt safe. Chris didn’t need to obsessively ask you to trust him because you just did.

Then one night he took you out for a drive.

“We’re just gonna cruise. I know a spot. It’s a bit far,” he looked at you while fastening his seatbelt and shot a wink, “but closer than heaven.”

The drive to the hilltop overlooking the city was as serene as ever. He could be driving both of you to hell for all you cared. It was his mere presence next to you that made you infinitely happy. You watched the view for some time, shared the lemon cheesecake you picked up on the way, and just talked. About his fondness for bunny-shaped apples, about how your kid self thought you could swim in the streets when it rained, about his first time seeing a ship, about your fear of thunder and lightning…

“Okay, I have to ask,” you interrupted the conversation, “Did you double your workout regimen or something? I can’t fucking focus because of your veins. Your arms look so damn toned!”

“May have,” he grinned while inhaling another bite, “Why though? Does it look weird?”

“Are you seriously unaware of the niche community of people who have a thing for bulging veins?” you looked at him with suspicious eyes, “On a side note, one papercut, and you’re done for.”

“Are you a member of the said community by any chance?”

“Hell yeah?” you yelled as if that was common knowledge to possess, “It’s actually mindblowing you don’t get inappropriate advances on the daily with a body like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know, Olympian god-tier. Strength for days,” you dipped your fork into the last bite, “You look like somebody sculpted you during the Renaissance in case you didn’t notice.”

When you looked up at him again, you noticed how Chris’ eyes were fixated on the empty container he held in his hands. His ears were beet red, the telltale sign of his usual shyness, but at the same time, he was biting into his cheeks to hide the gigantic smile threatening to spill.

“Oh, you fucking liked that, didn’t you?” you playfully smacked him on the shoulder while laughing hysterically, “So you have a massive praise kink about your body, huh? Very good to know.”

“Didn’t notice we were talking about kinks.”

“Yeah? Wanna kiss about it instead?”

“Yes.”

He said it so abruptly that you forgot the location of your rolodex of witty comebacks.

“I– I was–”

“Shh,” he pressed his fingers on your lips, “Don’t say anything.”

Even during your heaviest of makeout sessions, neither of you had done anything to cross that line to initiate anything. No matter how hot and bothered you would get each other, it seemed like both of you were waiting for the other to jump the gun first. As a precaution. To confirm you weren’t assuming anything. Those were just wet kisses and touches in the shade of dark pink and they were enough. They were enough to last you a lifetime if it ever came to that.

But that particular night, the second your lips touched each other, it immediately escalated to wine red. It was simply the last straw.

“So you just wanna have a strong body for health purposes, huh?” you straddled him, “You're not trying to get me to lose my shit over you or anything.”

“Originally I wasn't, but ever since you clenched hard under me that night, I can't fucking stop thinking about it.”

“As if you don't think tossing me around is hot.”

“I think everything is hot when it comes to you.”

Chris’ moves were much more confident this time around because he had explored parts of you before. He knew you liked it when he got a little rough with you. He knew you had a thing for his tattoo. He knew how much you loved his lips on your body. When he whispered in your ear. When he kissed your neck.

He knew.

The confined space got way too tight for both of you to properly go to town on each other, and since there was nobody else in your building anymore…

“Do you– Do you wanna come over tonight?” you blurted out while panting in between kisses.

“Come over where?”

“My– my room. I'm alone in the building,” you declared with your cheeks flushed, and then a sudden realization hit you, “Oh, sh– I mean… If you want to. You don’t have to. I just thought–”

Chris interrupted your rambling with another kiss and whispered into your lips.

“I’m dying to come over,” he squeezed your hips “Move that pretty ass. We're going back.”

While Chris was speeding back, large hands firmly gripping the steering wheel, you weren’t able to sit still. You didn’t possess the patience of another ten minutes anymore. When your hand reached between his thighs, he clenched them for you with a smirk on his face, eyes still fixated on the road ahead. His bulge growing right before your eyes made you absolutely salivate, and you sneakily unzipped his pants to free him.

Just a small lick on his slit to taste his precum. Just little kisses on the smooth skin of his cock. The anticipation was murdering Chris. He couldn’t control the sharp exhale when you finally took him in the warmth of your mouth.

“Damn, baby, impatient much?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Oh, fuck no.”

He kept driving with his left hand while guiding your head on his cock with his right. The roads were empty. Just the two of you gliding on the restricted streets and your tongue gliding on him, both promising a vista of heaven as the final destination.

“Jesus, you have no idea how fucking good you look between my legs.”

Chris wanted to look at you, keep watching you suck him dry, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the road. All he could do was try his hardest to prevent his eyes from rolling back and clench his thighs due to not being able to move in that cramped space.

“If you keep clenching those thighs, I'll sink my teeth into you. Just saying.”

“You like my thighs?” he let out a content chuckle.

“Fucking love them.”

Just then a different shade of Chris that you hadn’t seen before started to surface. He sneaked his hand into your hair and gently tugged on it.

“Take it all for me, baby. Take all of me.”

Confidence looked so fucking sexy on him that you felt all your pride reserves dissipate and did just that; took all of him in your mouth, and listened to his husky groans, complete music to your ears. In the middle of losing his sanity on your tongue, something you had never heard from him escaped his lips in the form of a whisper.

“Good girl.”

You felt your pussy throb really hard. It wasn’t what he said. It was who said it and how he said it. You wondered just how delicious it would be if Chris were to dom the shit out of you. Your enthusiasm got so out of hand that you found yourself choking on him.

“Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum. Fuck, FUCK!!!!!”

Chris slammed on the gas pedal while spilling in your mouth, still trying so hard to keep his eyes open even though the road was as straight as an arrow and there was not a soul around. You zipped him back up and placed a kiss on his right cheek.

“That was… Damn, baby.”

This was the singular time you couldn’t wait to leave that car.

“Second floor,” you informed him while getting off, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

You ran back to your room, and it was maybe only two minutes later Chris appeared at your door. He was slightly panting like he'd been running.

“God, I missed you so fucking much.”

“We were just together.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Sue me.”

He attacked your lips and slid the door close behind him. You started stripping each other hurriedly since there was literally no time to waste. Every second counted. Every second you could love each other counted.

When you rid him of his shirt, your jaw dropped seeing his torso in its full glory again. As if you were seeing it for the first time. As if you didn’t already have it memorized behind your eyelids.

“Full disrespect, but fuck you. I can literally cum just by staring at you long enough.”

“I’d love to watch that.”

“When I can lick your pecs instead? Fuck no,” you threw one arm over his neck and dragged the other down his figure, “I love touching you. Love how you feel this firm.”

“You do, huh?”

You bit on the sensitive flesh of his lips, loving the way he was feeling himself. Making him feel sexy was definitely a whole turn on in itself.

“You don’t wanna know what those veins do to me.”

“Maybe I do,” he held your chin, “Tell me, baby. Tell me what it does to you.”

“Makes me wanna punch a fucking wall when I can’t trace my tongue on them whenever I want.”

“What’s stopping you?” he grabbed you by your waist, “Trace it now. Do it.”

You basically tackled him into your bed, and Chris erupted into a peal of bright laughter. You loved the sound of his laughter. It always made you feel all fuzzy inside.

When you started dragging your tongue on his magnificent ink-adorned arm, however…

“Jesus fucking christ… You’re gonna kill me.”

From his arms, to his chest, you drew a wet trail all the way down to his shaft. That was where a lot of his veins were actively pumping blood, after all.

Then you started tracing him in earnest.

“Ah, FUCK, that feels so damn good…”

Chris was an incredibly sexy man as he was, but there was just something about arousing him, pleasing him, and knowing that you were the reason he was perishing that made him infinitely sexier.

“God, the things I wanna do to you...”

“What kind of things, baby?”

“Unspeakable things,” you licked a stripe from his shaft to his tip, “I wanna make all your fantasies come true.”

He grabbed your shoulders to signal you to come closer to him and buried his lips into yours again. If he let you, you could kiss him for an eternity.

“Then sit on my face.”

“You know what that is?” you faked a mild shock.

“Just because I haven’t fucked anybody before doesn’t mean I’m clueless.”

“Oh, right. The porn stash.”

He landed a playful smack on your ass and guided you to sit up, “Spread your legs for me. I wanna watch you ride my tongue.”

God, you had missed this so much. You had missed his gaze turning into the darkest shade of black when he knew he was pleasing you right. As you kept grinding on his tongue, taking in the intense sensation he was providing you, he closed his mouth on your pussy and you heard the wet sounds of him jerking himself off behind you.

“Little more. Just a little more, please, I'm almost there. Fuck!”

When he started lapping at your clit, you exploded on his tongue. He looked so fucking mesmerizing between your legs that you weren’t able to control how loudly you were moaning. Your voice spelled his own demise, and you felt strings of something warm sticking to your back, dripping down slowly towards your perfect ass.

“Fucking hell, you get me so fucking weak when you moan like that.”

“Yeah?”

“You don’t even need to touch me. I’ll cum so hard if you keep moaning in my ear,” he kissed your thighs, “Lie facedown for me, baby.”

You collapsed on your bed and rested your head on your arms. You felt Chris smearing his cum on your back like some massage oil, and he kept rubbing you all over to soothe you. To soothe you, but also to sneakily sign his name on your body. That disguised claim. His strong arms. His large veiny hands. His firm grip.

It awakened something inside you.

“Be rougher with me.”

You heard the little exhale that came from his nose, indicative of how pleased he was at your request, but he still wasn’t doing anything.

The magic word.

“Baby, please.”

Or in your case, two of them. He lowered himself to your left ear and whispered.

“That word suits your lips so fucking much, you have no idea,” Chris quietly hissed and kissed your ear, “She wants it a little rough? Of course I'll give it to her rough. Anything my girl wants.”

His girl.

His.

His.

His.

“Is it– is it okay if I call you my–?”

“You can call me your anything,” you interrupted him with your eyes still closed. Chris watched your beautiful smile fondly for a couple of seconds and then abruptly shapeshifted his personality.

“Then here's what's going to happen,” he turned you around to lie on your back, “You're gonna be a good girl for me and I’m gonna make you so feel so good. Otherwise, no more cumming for you tonight. Got it?”

You nodded as he descended between your legs.

“Good girl.”

You clenched.

“You're mine,” he kissed your pussy tenderly, “All of you.”

You clenched harder.

“Oh, she likes that. She fucking likes that,” Chris broke into a satisfied smile, “It excites you, doesn't it? You're really turned on right now.”

“What was your first clue?” you asked sarcastically, but he had an actual answer for you.

“Your scent changed again.”

“Again? I– I have a scent?”

“Mhm. It becomes sweeter when you're aroused.”

Who knew? Maybe our scents were only perceptible by other people because you knew for a fact that he smelled like sandalwood. And that it grew stronger when he was aroused.

Chris spread your legs wider and groaned at the sight again.

“My jaw will never not drop for this. Look at you,” he brushed his thumb against your folds, “So pretty. So juicy. All mine.”

He began his sweet torture by only kissing your lips softly. You were soaked already, and you desperately needed those perfect lips on your clit. The constant denial caused you to inadvertently roll your hips towards him for some more friction.

“Someone's excited, huh? I get you that horny?”

“Have you fucking seen yourself?”

“I have. What about it?”

It got from fishing for compliments to straight out asking for them. Your lips parted at the unexpected question, and you were lost for words for a second there.

“What is it you like seeing baby? Tell me,” Chris continued kissing you.

You had done much more obscene things to each other before, but why did this feel embarrassing to say out loud? Was it the vulnerability of your position? The ropes that you readily handed to him? You felt so defenseless all of a sudden.

“You're– You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Mhm?”

“You make me wanna fuck you senseless.”

“Mhm?” Chris sucked on the supple skin of your thighs, “Did you wanna jump me in the dojo at all?”

“Jump you?” you asked in bewilderment, “I wanted everyone to watch you drill me into a wall, for fuck’s sake.”

“So you wanna get fucked into oblivion by your man. Is that what it is?” he licked a stripe from your thigh to the edge of your labia, “My girl wants her man to make her toes curl.”

Your pussy visibly throbbed at how he described himself for you, and it felt even more embarrassing. What the hell was getting into him, indeed?

“You like that name, don’t you?” Chris flashed an unnecessarily content smirk.

He flustered you to a point that you were actively getting flushed in the face by then. You wanted to respond. You wanted to say something, but it felt like if you did—

“Say it, baby,” he carried on with his kisses with his eyes closed, “Say it for me.”

Even with all the courage you were able to muster, your voice came out as a barely audible whisper.

“Yes.”

But it was more than enough for a certain someone. He could swear he never felt happier in his entire life.

“I'll get you dripping wet for me first,” he slowly parted your labia to expose your clit, “Then I'm gonna hit it so good you're gonna fucking claw your bedsheets.”

You felt the ghost of a lick on your clit from the tip of his tongue, but you were feeling so on the edge already that you almost fucking came from that.

“Is that how you like it? Or do you like it better when it’s more intense?”

Then he latched his perfectly plush lips to your clit and started sucking on it again. When your moans started ripping from your throat, he moaned with you like he was the one getting his dick sucked.

“My girl likes it intense,” he slurped on your clit, “She likes getting her pussy licked, but she loves it when I get her cunt sloppy, doesn't she?”

Why the fuck? If the roles were reversed, you would have no problem hitting him with the most obscene shit he could possibly hear in his lifetime. Yet there you were, blushing and quivering like an untouched Victorian maiden at his mere words.

“God the sounds it would make if I start fucking this pretty hole right now… Look at how fucking wet you are,” Chris loudly hissed at you. You were clawing your bedsheets indeed, but it was because of the fucking foreplay. There was no way in hell you would be able to handle the teasing any longer.

“Fuck me.”

“Hm?”

“Fuck me! I need you.”

“But we're just getting started, baby. I wanna know every single way I can make you cum.”

Chris placed your legs around his neck and positioned himself in a way that seemed very dangerous for your sanity.

“And I wanna make you cum so fucking hard. Every – damn – time.”

When he started eating you out sloppily in earnest, it snapped something inside you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to suppress your moans even if you wanted to. They came so deep from your diaphragm, and the louder you were, the more his enthusiasm was escalating.

“GodDAMMIT, Chris, when the fuck did you learn to eat pussy this well?”

“Hm? You like it when I'm a good boy for you?”

Oh, he was doing it on purpose now, you were sure. He was watching your every move, observing your every reaction very closely, and reading you like a book to find the most minuscule details to end your goddamn life.

“I'm gonna cum on your face if you keep talking to me like that.”

Oh, how pretty you were crumbling under him because of the brazen things he blurted out like they were love poems. Chris had never been this entertained in his life before.

“Why don't you? Bonus points if you squirt on my face, but fair warning, if you do that I’ll cum.”

“Why are you– why– FUCK!”

“I’m just following my instincts like you told me to, baby. I don’t need to learn how to taste you,” he suddenly stopped his ministrations, “But I’m learning how to please you. Now let me see how you like it when I don't behave.”

He climbed on top of you and pinned both your wrists over your head with one hand. You fucking loved how he played with you however the fuck he pleased.

That confidence. His dominant aura. His possessiveness over you in the sheets. The infinite teasing.

You were about to lose your fucking mind.

“Fuck me.”

“Can’t hear you.”

“Fuck me, Chris.”

“So you want me.”

“I don’t want you. I’m fucking craving you. Fuck me!”

He finally deemed the teasing enough and threw your legs on his shoulders in one go.

“Let's cruise again, baby. No one's sleeping tonight.”

You didn’t lie when he asked you if you ever wanted to jump him in the dojo. You did. You indeed fantasized about getting drilled by him. And there he was, this impossibly ravishing man giving you exactly what you fucked yourself to many many times than you cared to admit, stretching you open with precise thrusts, getting even harder inside your tightness.

“You like it better, don’t you? You like it when I go hard.”

“Yes.”

“Louder, baby. Louder for me.”

“YES!”

Chris lowered his body and whispered before drowning you in kisses again.

“Good girl.”

You clenched again. He fucking loved that it seemed to have this much of an effect on you.

“Turn around for me,” he pulled out of you, “On fours. Spread for me a little more.”

You lied facedown and arched your ass for him, anticipating every single thing he was about to do to you.

“Just like that. That’s my girl,” he kissed your waist, “I can play with you better now.”

Chris slid his hand under you to reach your pussy, and started fucking into you while massaging your clit. You threw your hand back to grab his nape and pull him closer to you. You felt the need to touch him at all times.

“Chris…”

“Feel it, baby. Feel what I’m feeling.”

You were fucking. Not even that, you were fucking animalistically raw but you still felt your heart growing bigger. You just wanted to hug Chris and drown him in kisses and caress his unruly hair and…

“Do you? Do you feel it?”

You looked up to kiss him in response. He turned you around again so that you would face each other.

“Wrap your legs around me when I’m buried inside you.”

You were turned on out of your mind over how vocal he was by then. Chris devoured your neck as he kept fucking you.

“You're mine,” you sank your nails into his back and started scratching him, “Deeper. Go deeper. Claim me.”

“I'm gonna drill you into this mattress if you keep talking to me like that.”

“Do it. What’s stopping you?” you returned his earlier serve, “Bonus points if you can shoot your load right on my g-spot, but if you do that I’ll cum.”

You laughed at each other in the middle of going insane together. He took your lips between his again and kissed you for a long long time.

“You’re a dream,” Chris kept talking against your neck, “You’re a dream come true. You're my dream.”

Every kiss. Every touch. Every thrust. It brought you closer to him. You felt eternally chained to his soul; there was simply no other explanation for that. You were so overwhelmed with emotion that it made you wanna cry.

“Kiss me,” you cupped his face, “Kiss me again. Kiss me all the time.”

Inhumanely passionate. You weren’t kissing; you were exchanging breaths at that point. Chris brushed his thumb on your cheek.

“Tell me you love me again.”

Don’t say that. Don’t say things you don’t mean…

“For… For tonight?”

“No.”

If I say it, I will never be able to take it back. Please…

“If you… If you do… Pleas–”

“I love you.”

All this time, you were looking for an excuse to say it again. The expression on his pretty face was priceless, pure bliss mixed with excitement and eyes getting moist for some reason.

“I love you, baby,” Chris kissed your forehead, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

Kisses. On your temples. Your cheeks. Your lips. Your neck. His hand slithered between your legs to massage your clit again, and he whispered into your ear with so much intention.

“Let me be your man,” he uttered in between his panting, “I’ll be your man. There’s nothing I want more.”

If happiness could kill, this was it. If you didn’t die that night, you were going to declare your immortality to the whole wide world.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” you inhaled his lips and your moans became more high-pitched, “I can’t stop loving you.”

“Ah, I’m so in love with you. Fuck!!!”

You arched towards him as Chris unloaded his seed inside you with erratic thrusts, moaning into each other’s mouths as you took off soaring together. This was undoubtedly the best fucking feeling in the world, and nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to becoming one with the one person that owned your heart. That orgasm lasted a while; you never wanted to come down—just live in this cloud of bliss with him, away from the ugliness of life, having the only thing you ever needed with you.

Him.

“Will you let me wake up with you in the morning this time?”

Fuck everything that was good and pure if you made the same mistake twice. You hugged Chris tight and buried your face in his chest, trying to control the sobs accumulating in your throat.

“Don’t– Don’t go.”

He couldn’t bear it. Even if it was due to being moved, he couldn’t bear the thought of you crying, and tried his hand at cheesiness to make you laugh instead.

“Hey,” he held your face and made you face him, “The only time I’ll go is for another round.”

There were indeed tears in your eyes, but you cracked up nevertheless.

In the darkness of the night, and your attention being only on each other, neither of you noticed the shadow that passed by under the sliding door. There was only one other person who frequented this building, and apparently, he was there to listen to the acts of catharsis rather than partaking in it because he didn’t have a space to practice that anymore. He listened instead. And listened. And listened.

The entire time.

You were woken up from possibly the most peaceful sleep of your entire life with a ticklish feeling on your bare back.

“Chris? Is that–?”

“Shh,” he kissed your back again, “go back to sleep.”

Who were you to say no to wake-up calls if they were going to be like this all the time? Chris kept placing kisses all over you. Your neck. Your shoulder blades. Your back. His right arm hugging your body from under you kept fondling your breasts while the other caressed every other inch of your body.

“Let me love you. Let me make you feel good.”

You were getting wet solely to his hums on your skin. His left hand found its way to your clit and started massaging it gently. You were feeling Chris get hard against your hips because of your sleepy moans, but when you bucked your hips back towards him, he got even harder.

You turned your back and palmed his rock-hard length without saying anything. You brought your body closer to him and rubbed him against your clit. He was leaking. You were salivating. You started stroking him while he coated his fingers to rub you.

Both of you were still half-asleep, but refusing to stop touching each other and going back to sleep. This felt way too good. Even the simplest touches. Real eyes closed, but fake eyes open. Never once blinking. Just staring right into each other’s souls like you were facing death head-on.

No talking. Quiet moans instead. Gently sucking. Kissing. Touching. Licking. Heavy breathing.

“Almost… just…”

Your chest began heaving faster. It felt so good. He felt so good. Too good to let go.

“Breathe, baby. Are you cumming?”

“Yes.”

“Cum for me.”

“Yes.”

“Cum for me all the time.”

“I love you!”

You fell down from that cliff, but you weren’t scared because Chris fell with you. You fell into a bottomless sea in slow motion in each other’s arms. You fell in love.

You were fully awake by your first refractory period. Your heavy makeout sessions took place in the comfort of your own bed this time instead of Chris’ car, accompanied by whispers of little confessions to each other. How you loved his scent. How he loved your taste. How you loved each other so.

You wrapped your leg around his waist to let him inside you. His lips never left yours as he lazily fucked into you, bringing you back to the realm of euphoric haze again. So sweet. So loving. Yet still so fucking sexy. Chris was even more magnificent under the natural daylight. You could see all his details perfectly. His skin. His messy hair. His deep doe eyes. His beautiful lips. The beads of sweat adorning his forehead.

How imperfect he was was the perfection itself.

“Don’t stop.”

This felt different. This felt much different than what you thought was love before. If that was love, then what was this? If this was love, then what was that?

Then again, who said love had to have a uniform manifestation? That you needed to feel the exact same things, give the exact same reactions to everyone ever? Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose? Wasn’t loving different people supposed to feel different? Peaches and strawberries were both fruit, weren’t they? Then how come they didn’t taste the same?

“Baby, I’m cu– Fuck!”

It didn’t matter how you felt once upon a time. To hell with it.

This was just what being in love with Chris felt like.

That day, your training with the queen involved formal interpersonal etiquette. How to greet someone at a reception. How to pay and accept a compliment. How to extend gratitude. You were so used to it at this point that you didn’t even question why she was teaching you these things.

“I am indeed very fascinated by you, child. Once you see it, you never forget it, do you?” she commended your performance of the day and proceeded to pour the customary post-training tea, “There is something I need to discuss with you today.”

Now that wasn’t customary at all. During these ‘tea sessions’, the queen would usually ask you to tell her stories from your upbringing, a great deal of which obviously included your father. She would just listen to you with a fond smile and then send you away to your guest chambers on her floor. It made you feel like you were a walking storybook for her, but you just assumed maybe she was genuinely curious about what a normal person’s life was like.

“Yes, your highness?”

“It has come to my attention that you and my son have been… how to put this delicately… physically intimate more than once.”

She cut to the chase so bluntly that you almost choked on the tea. Before you could even say anything, she wore somewhat of a mischievous smile on her face that was so unlike her usual graceful demeanor.

“Somebody has a problem abiding by the rules, I see. You do realize I’m no fool, don’t you?”

“Your highness, I would nev–”

“You may apologize if you wish.”

You immediately got up from your chair and dropped to a fervent bow on the floor.

“Not like that,” Hyejin kneeled right next to you and carried on with her instructions, “Don't drop your head. Fingertips together. Elbows in. No weight on the hands.”

You followed everything she said to a T, instantly transforming into the posture of a delicate princess.

“That’s more like it,” she sounded pleased, “Since it has already happened before, I do not see any harm in having you escort him again.”

WHAT?

You genuinely thought she was going to feed you to the tigers or something, but her voice didn’t sound even slightly intimidating.

“The decorum is a little different this time since the reception will be held on the grounds. My aide Mina will be escorting you to get your measurements for your formal attire. Be at the hall tomorrow evening at 8 PM sharp.”

“Yes, your highness.”

You were going to escort Chris again. In public this time. On the grounds. The queen seemed to be fond of you, so maybe, just maybe, this could be your way to get her blessing. A key to the lock that was going to open the door standing between you and happiness.

You clad yourself in your ruby red cheongsam with a golden phoenix print on it, custom-made for you on short notice by the queen’s personal dressmaker, and attached the ruby comb to your hair given to you as an accessory for your attire. When you entered the hall, you noticed that the doors to the grand reception hall were open, and there stood your prince in his very own formal attire. A black robe with golden details over a red layer inside, a wide silk red belt hugging his waist with a traditional charm dangling from it, and black pants tucked into knee-high leather boots, Butterflies rioted in your stomach when you saw him. It felt like a Cinderella story and he was your very own prince charming.

“Your excellency,” you sneaked up behind him, “Miss me?”

“I never not miss you,” Chris smiled in sheer surprise, “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been tasked with escorting you tonight. What’s the occasion?”

His smile faded so quickly that you thought he was getting sick for a second.

“Is everything okay?”

“Escort duties are not for the guests,” he uttered emphatically, “Today is Hyunjin’s adult ce–”

“Good evening, princess.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. The voice that once brushed your ears like velvet was the utter reason to have a panic attack now. When Chris and Hyunjin shared a look, a bolt of lightning struck between them so loudly that tornadoes started landing in the room.

“But… but her highness said…”

“I told you I don’t share, didn’t I brother?” Hyunjin didn’t take his eyes off Chris, “I told you to find your own.”

Chris’ anger levels at Hyunjin’s insinuations manifested itself in how hard he was clenching his jaw and fists, knuckles instantaneously turning white.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means the princess and I happen to have exchanged bodily fluids, brother,” Hyunjin declared with exorbitant amounts of contentment in his voice, “Repeatedly.”

You were nothing but mortified. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole if you weren’t going to wake up from this dream somehow. This was neither the time nor the place to disclose such information, not to mention these were definitely not the words to be chosen to talk about it. You felt sick to your stomach.

“Come on, princess. You can say how hard we made each other cum.”

“This is outrageous,” Chris left the hall to remove himself from the situation because otherwise, he was most definitely going to do something utterly scandalous.

“WAIT!”

Hyunjin grabbed you by your wrist just as you were about to bolt after Chris.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You flung his hand off of you and pointed at him threateningly.

“If you don’t want me to bury you into this ground in front of everybody, do not touch me,” you spat in pure disgust, “I'm not your kitten.”

When you saw the main door being opened in the distance and Chris walking out to the courtyard, you dashed after him as quickly as you could with those damn heels you had on and caught him right by the pond.

“Chris, listen to me.”

“So you were just out collecting royalty cards, huh?”

“I swear I didn’t know!”

“You didn’t know what exactly?”

That this was going to bite me in the ass one day. That I was going to fall desperately in love with you.

“I thought I was supposed to keep you company tonight. You have to believe me!”

Then it hit you. Her excellency did not actually tell you which son she was referring to, did she? But wouldn’t that mean a whole other set of problems in itself?

“Did you…” Chris was struggling to actually say the sentence out loud, “Did you and Hyunjin really…”

You didn’t know how to respond to him. You didn’t want to lie, but in the grand scheme of things, it really didn’t mean anything. What you felt towards Hyunjin once upon a time was nothing compared to how you would burn yourself alive for Chris if he asked you to. There were no feelings there. You didn’t even have a proper conversation with him. Not once. Yet, it wasn’t any feeling of shame that was making you uncomfortable. It was the sheer dread of hurting Chris that was tearing you apart at that moment.

“Your silence tells me more than I should know,” he flashed a derisive smile.

“That was… That was before you.”

“So you’re not denying it.”

You were properly frustrated to the high heavens at that point. Did he really not see that you weren’t living outside? That you had to abide by whatever manuscript of laws put in front of you? That you actually had to sneak out to spend a shred of time with him? Was he not aware of what you were putting at stake for him?

“How do you expect to have something like we’re a bunch of ordinary people when I’m actually fucking forbidden from seeing you?!”

“Oh, but you could have something with him instead because you were allowed to see him as his instructor. Is that how you graded him?”

If Chris was holding his sword and slashed you in half right then and there, it would have still hurt less. Your eyes welled up with the angriest tears ever.

“That was really low, Chris.”

When your voice trembled like that, Chris realized the massive fuckup, but there were some things you just did not say even during a fight, no matter how serious the topic of conversation was.

“I– I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just… I’m really distraught because I thought...”

“What? That you owned me?” you raised your voice, not giving a single fuck about who was around to hear you, “That paper I signed the day I moved in here didn’t make me anyone’s exclusive property, your goddamn highness.”

“Baby, please…”

“Let go of me!”

There was a difference between learning and discovery. One required conscious effort while the other was almost accidental. Or serendipitous based on how you looked at it.

You were a freak of nature. A prodigy of sorts. You could learn anything and everything you wanted at lightspeed, but could you unlearn them just as fast?

When you discover what love is rather than learning it, turns out you can’t.

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