I'm OBSESSED. The Angst Is So Beautifully Done. The Mix With With Dom/sub Aspects, The Whole Entire Thing

i'm OBSESSED. the angst is so beautifully done. the mix with with dom/sub aspects, the whole entire thing is just beautiful. i know that probably sounds weird but like fics with these aspects and the angst tied into it? it hits different. you can feel the pain, the hurt, the absolute determination for the mc to hopefully make a change for Chan to just even pacify her to keep her around longer. i just i am so beyond obsessed and i'm over on the edge of my seat for when the next update is released. this is a series where i will binge it over and over again.

ii. howlin’ ⇾ bgc. [M]

chapter two : shifted ⤑ ❝ “voice heavy with desperation, chan hisses, “You’re mine.” // “am i? am i yours, channie?” you question, “who else can say so?” ❞

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⌁ pairing; alpha!bang chan x alpha!reader (f.)

⌁ genre; established relationship, secret lovers, werewolf au, soulmate au, angst, smut, 18+

⌁ word count; 8k

⌁ warnings; switch!chan (much more sub this time), ass enthusiast!chan, big dicc!chan, (chan is also a total simp for reader), switch!reader (much more dom this time), (reader is highkey thick/curvy), handjob, slight oral (f. receiving), masturbation (f.), degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, bondage, orgasm control, orgasm denial, begging, ball stepping, fingering, a little dry humping, biting, teasing, choking, edging, pain kink, size kink, nipple play, spit play, foot play

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❥ a special thanks to fleur ( @editsbyfleur ) for making this lovely banner for me and to my lovely eva ( @nottodayjjk​ ) for editing and beta reading this for me!

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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 ⥋

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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.

imma just leave these here

cause not only do i feel that this is in a sense a fucked up Romeo and Juliet type storyline, i was NOT expecting the end and i'm hoping my senses are wrong cause like Ren, i'm on the edge here but my spidey senses tingling. they ARE TINGLING BUT LIKE are they related? is that her mother? is the queen her mom? REN THE CLIFFHANGER I AM LOOSING IT.

DAECHWITA: Chapter 6

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“May I ask for the reason?” Because I can’t stand the endurance test of being desperately in love with your son anymore. I fold.

Chapter 6: Scents and Sensibility

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Time was moving in excruciatingly slow motion, and you weren't able to tell exactly how many days had passed. Although it felt like months to you, the weather was still a bit chilly, so apparently the season's hadn't changed. The clouds were as dark as ever, raining gloom on The Forbidden Grounds non-stop. The earthy scent rising from the ground hurt like hell every time it hit your nostrils because it reminded you of Chris.

The older prince. Your one and only.

Word got out that he was sick. You were also worried sick for a while because you didn't know what exactly was wrong with him. There was nobody around that you could ask, and the corridor his chambers were located in was not convenient for a quick breaking and entering to satisfy your curiosity.

Right after that disastrous night, Chris was besieged by Hyunjin’s eyes. He had been watching his older brother from afar ever since.

The younger prince. Your sworn enemy.

Hyunjin was sure some ugly consequences were going to follow, but the blow he kept expecting on pins and needles never arrived. Unlike his own natural tendencies, Chris didn’t do anything to get even out of spite; he was too busy hurting over you.

He was wilting.

“Your medicine, young master,” Mina entered Chris’ chambers with a small tray in her hands, interrupting the poem he was in the middle of reading in his bed.

“You don’t have to sound so sullen, Mina. It’s just a cold,” Chris uttered from his nose and sat up in his bed, “I’ll be up and running in no time.”

“Just a cold has been around for three weeks, young master. Overstaying its welcome, if you ask me,” the old woman placed the tray on the nightstand and handed her shadow-son his pills with a tall glass of water. Just then, a gentle knock was heard on the door.

“May I come in?”

“Your highness,” Mina bowed and left the room as Hyejin walked in with a small plate in her hand. She sat down on the bed and caressed her son’s hair, eyes shadowed by worry.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, mother,” Chris coughed his lungs out.

He would never say how bad he was feeling out loud, physically or emotionally, but he didn’t have to. Although he would stubbornly ride out whatever he was hurting from until it cooled off, it didn’t take a genius to figure out he was lying. This time around, however, Hyejin knew it wasn’t the almost-pneumonia that was tearing her baby to shreds. She was way too familiar with the symptoms of heartbreak for her own good.

“Look what I have for you, Chrissy,” she held the plate at his eye level.

For any other person, the answer was ‘apples’, but for Chris it wasn’t. 

To begin with, there were three kinds of apples: you had your reds, your greens, and your yellows. Favoring sweets over sours, Chris had never been that fond of green apples—the only thing pleasant about them was the scent. While Hyunjin’s preference was red apples, Chris loved the yellow ones, but not solely because of the taste. Hyejin would always carve little bunnies out of the fruit for her boys, and there was no such thing called red bunnies now, was there?

On that rainy afternoon, Chris was still feeling like he had been hit by an eighteen-wheeler, in the weakest condition he had ever been in, but seeing that plate full of apple bunnies, an endeared smile manifested itself right under his reddened nose.

“Your highness.”

You walked into the queen’s chambers to meet her at your request for once. Even though that wasn’t an etiquette day, she still had her little kettle of green tea ready, the jasmine scent filling up the entire room like she had been burning incense for the past hour or so.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked after clinking her glass spoon at the edge of her porcelain cup three times.

This wasn’t a rushed decision. You had thought about it until you almost drove yourself crazy, trying to see it from every angle possible, to estimate every possible consequence if you were to actually go through with it. Whether trying to survive this storm was going to be worth it in the long run.

“I would like to leave this estate.”

Even if it meant a part of you was going to die.

“Is that so?” Hyejin put her cup back on the saucer softly, “Do you think it’s a wise decision considering you are so close to your graduation?”

“I can still finish my studies by not residing here, your highness.”

“May I ask for the reason?”

Because I can’t stand the endurance test of being desperately in love with your son anymore. I fold.

“The purpose of me for being here was to figure out an end plan for my academic career through intensive education, and I believe I have done so, your highness.”

“So your end plan is being a jack of all trades but master of none?” Hyejin tilted her head with a soft smile, “It doesn’t seem like much has changed since the first time I saw you.”

Little did she know everything had changed since the first time you saw her. Your heart was beating for two now, and it was pumping pain into your veins one memory per second. Her excellency, on the other hand, gave you the one answer you weren’t expecting of her.

“Fine.”

“Really?”

“I believe you wouldn’t object to a little condition.”

Of course. When wasn’t there ever a condition? Your entire life had turned into a compilation of your initials on some paper somewhere.

“What is it?”

“Christopher personally trains with The Grandmaster on Fridays. Since he will be away this week, you can take over for him.”

You didn’t know what to be more bewildered about. Her excellency readily accepting your decision? Her only condition to let you go being something seemingly so simple? Or…

“My… My father has been coming to the grounds?”

“For the past fifteen years.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Raising your voice is not very civilized and is indeed very rude.”

You bowed your head in apology, embarrassed of not being able to control your emotions. But still, fifteen years? How come you weren’t aware of this all this time? You did an instant replay of the past fifteen years of your life in your mind at maximum speed, trying to remember a detail you must have missed.

‘He has nothing but my admiration.’

Once. He had only talked about it once. It was when you were sixteen or so. When your father was training his seventh dan clan, he did say nobody was able to execute those patterns as well as the older prince. 

You had completely forgotten about this.

“Why wasn’t I allowed to see him, your highness?”

“It wasn’t a question of not being able to allowed, child,” Hyejin carried on with her explanation, “I know for a fact you always have your Fridays full. He most likely didn’t want to interrupt your studies.”

“How convenient,” you muttered between your teeth.

“Rest assured he was able to see you no matter from how afar.”

Afar. It seemed like this was the only way people could see each other on these cursed grounds.

“Why is he not able to come in this Friday?”

“I have been informed he is going away to inspect some land for his cherry orchard.”

You beamed at her words. So he was finally considering retirement and go after his one dream. An immediate uneasiness started spreading in your chest at the prospect of messing this up for your fath–

“Your highness, me leaving this estate wouldn’t have any effect on my father’s retirement plans, would it? I’m begging you, please don’t–”

“If I may be completely frank with you, it would about a year ago,” Hyejin interrupted your pleas, “but not anymore.”

Really? What exactly was different between a year ago and now? This whole ordeal seemed fishy for some reason like everything that went down under these curvy roofs.

“So I train his grace for one day, and I’m free to go?”

“Yes.”

Relief, suspicion, resentment, hope… You were feeling so many things at once, and it made you slightly nauseous. There was also the cherry on top that was seeing Chris again. One last time. You hadn’t seen each other since that night although you really wanted to. You wanted to talk things out, to make things right again between you, but it seemed like Chris wasn’t willing to. It wasn’t like you were as pure as driven snow, but he didn’t even attempt to see you despite his excessively cruel words. It stung so much that you couldn’t bring yourself to make the first move. It might have actually worked in your benefit because if you did swallow your pride and everything ended up peachy again, you were never gonna be able to find the courage to leave. 

And you had to leave because you knew for a fact this was a world you didn’t belong to. You looked at her excellency and requested with the most purposeful tone you could produce.

“Then I want it in writing.”

It’s for the best.

You watched the little koi pond from the dojo window and kept repeating that to yourself over and over again, trying your utmost best not to reminisce about your memories with Chris here. His perfect stance. His flawless technique. The sound of his little laugh. The way he bit into his lips when he was embarrassed.

“Sir.”

You turned around with the voice and your heart dropped to your stomach. God, you fucking hated it. You hated it, you hated it, you hated it. You hated the urge to immediately hug him. You hated the sandalwood scent that filled the entire hall. He was as surprised as you were, but what filled his eyes was much more noticeable than how taken aback he was.

Longing.

“Wh–What are you doing here?”

“Training you.”

“Actually, I happen to train with the grandmaster of…”

“...The Dragon Pride Dojo, yes, I know. He happens to be my father, your grace.”

Chris’ surprise had turned into pure shock by then, his jaw dropping all the way to the floor.

“He speaks very highly of your skills,” you approached the sword holder, and grabbed the one resting in the middle of the rack, “I didn’t know back then the older prince was you, of course.”

You walked back to the middle of the spacious room and pointed to the delicately ornate weapons.

“Please pick up your sword.”

Chris eventually snapped out of it and made his way right in front of you with his usual sword under his firm grip. Number two with a black handle. You gracefully bowed to each other because respect was of paramount importance when it came to the arts of Mars.

“Observe.”

You promptly began your demonstration of the advanced patterns. He was supposed to watch it first, then practice the moves alongside you, and attempt using them against you. Although you were not looking at him directly, you could feel how his gaze was fixated on you, photocopying every single movement into his mind. When you finished the pattern choreography, he walked up to you with firm steps and you began instructing him in a much slower pace this time. It had been a while since you were in such close contact with each other.

“You’ll be on the offense. Execute the first, second, and fifth degree patterns, then attempt to disarm me with what you’ve just learned. Sword at the ready, please.”

You hated it. You hated how much dignity and honor his tall stance was exuding. You hated how his fiery eyes were tainted with blotches of heartbreak. You hated how you were a part of the reason he was so aggressive with his attack as if he was trying to slash his resentment in half. The only sounds reverberating in that room were panting, grunting, soles of feet harshly stomping on the floor, and razor-sharp blades clashing against each other. 

At long last, Chris knocked your sword out of your grip with the move he was able to copy to a T. Both of you were waiting for the other to say something, anything, so that the puss of this restlessness would ooze out the tiniest bit to provide some relief, but no dice. You couldn’t take it anymore and uttered with your eyes still on the floor. 

“I’m sorry for not telling you about Hyunjin sooner.”

He didn’t seem to be ready to talk about this, but you had run out of time. It was either now or never.

“Don’t…”

“I really am,” you interrupted him, “I can’t undo the past, but I can control how much it affects my present. And it can’t.”

You looked up to face him, afraid to witness traces of loathing under his furrowed brows, but the only thing you were able to see was regret. A faint, defeated smile climbed on the corner of your lips.

“I just need you to know you own my heart, Chris. I really need you to know that.”

His stern expression dissolved and he parted his mouth to say something. It was apparent that he was struggling as much as you did to find the right words.

“I’m sorry for saying what I said,” he managed to utter averting his eyes from yours, “I know it wasn’t fair, but it hurt me so bad that I just… I just wanted to…”

“Hurt me back?”

He hated it. No matter the reason, he hated how much pain he inflicted on you. It was indeed a heat of the moment thing, and he hated to admit it, but it was true. He nodded.

You at least appreciated the honesty.

“Well, I guess… this is goodbye, your grace.”

Your words instantly riddled Chris with panic and worry, his widened eyes screaming disbelief. He shook his head in denial.

“What? What goodbye? What…”

“I’m leaving this estate tomorrow.” 

With every word you uttered, he was becoming more aghast than his first glimpse of you in the dojo that day. Your vision was completely blurred with a wall of tears by then, and you weren’t able to control the crack in your voice anymore.

“You were the best thing that has ever happened to me,” you forced the most synthetic smile through your tears, “I will never forget you.”

Your feet started to lead you to the door as if you were a marionette controlled by someone. Before you could even complete your third step, you heard the loud crash of a sword dropping on the ground.

“No.”

When you turned around, you saw Chris walking towards you with hasty steps.

“No, I won’t let you.”

He harshly pulled you towards him and locked his lips on yours like he was squeezing a handful of sand in his hands. If he loosened his grip the smallest measure, you were going to slip away for good. He couldn’t have that. He would rather die than letting you go again.

“Chris…”

“Please,” he spoke against your mouth with his eyes still closed, “I can’t stand being without you. Please don’t do this to me.”

His soft lips felt like home. His warm skin under your fingertips felt like a safe haven. His scent felt like an ice cube dragged over your scorched heart. You found yourself pinned against the inkwash-painted beige wall, readily handing the key to your soul to the only man ever. The love of your life. Your soulmate.

“I’m begging you. You know we belong together.”

You were never not missing Chris. You never not wanted him to touch you, to feel you through whatever means. Every time you let him inside you, you felt complete. It didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing. Even when you were in between your sheets, even when you were in his car, or even when you were trapped under his frame against a wall, it just felt like the purest form of love to ever exist. You kept moaning into each other’s mouths, desperately trying to feel each other in the rawest way possible while cursing at all that time you chose to spend apart.

“I miss you,” you threw your arms around his neck, “God, I miss you every minute of every day.”

“Don’t… Don’t go to him,” Chris managed to utter, “Stay with me. Choose me.”

“Look at me.”

You held his face between your hands and drowned in those doe eyes that ripped your soul out of you every single time.

“It’s always you.”

Chris unleashed himself on your lips again, and not too long after, you felt his warmth spilling inside you, covering you like a cozy embrace through and through. He pressed his forehead against yours while trying to catch his breath.

“If you’re– If you’re really gonna leave, spend the night with me. Please.”

“The night? No.”

“Baby, pl–”

“No, I’m not gonna wait until the night. I’m not waiting for one more fucking second,” you spat and ordered him, “Leave the dojo five minutes after me and come to my room.”

You fixed yourself and dashed to your building to wait and wait and wait. It felt like you had been waiting for hours when you finally heard your door slide open.

“Oh, thank god.”

You buried your nose in his neck, inhaling as much of him as your lung capacity allowed you to. Who the fuck even needed oxygen when Chris existed?

“I missed your scent so much.”

“Nothing is worth being away from you,” he uttered in between his rushed kisses, “Nothing.”

You had run out of time to waste. That was a luxury neither of you were able to afford anymore. You stripped each other with hurried, clumsy movements and took shelter under in between your sheets.

“Inside me. Now.”

“Are you– Are you wet enou–?”

“Now!”

Chris bottomed out with one sharp thrust, eliciting a breathless moan out of you in the meantime.

“God, yes. Yes!” he lost a piece of his sanity sinking inside your tightness once more, “Never leave me without you again.”

You intertwined your fingers with his, and begin to kiss his soul out of him again. You didn’t want to be away from him even for one second; the skin-to-skin contact was to be maintained at all times because otherwise, you were simply going to implode.

“I love you so damn much,” you whispered to him, “Harder.”

“I don’t– I don’t wanna hurt y–”

“We’ve wasted enough time apart. Harder!”

He rammed himself into you like he wanted to rail you flat. Words were not enough to express how much you had missed that delicious pressure between your legs.

“FUCKING CHRIST!” you squeezed his hands, “Just like that, baby. Give it to me.”

“Anything my girl wants. Kiss me.”

His girl. Every time he called you his anything, the butterflies in the pit of your stomach picked up their civil war where they left off.

“Anything my man wants,” you caressed his hair, “God, I’m so in love with you.”

You could feel him smiling into your lips. Every time he smiled at you, you felt your whole entire existence melt away.

“Anything, huh?”

Chris slowed down his pace, and his voice changed into a much deeper and huskier tone.

“What if I wanna mark you?” he moaned into your ear, “I wanna cum inside you again. Wanna mark my territory for good.”

“Not if I mark you first,” you gently bit into his earlobe, and started dragging your nails on all over his body. You were scratching his ink-adorned arm, his back, his torso, and marking hickeys on his neck while Chris was deliriously moaning, loving the claim you were posing on him.

“Mine,” you bit into his lips, “You’re mine.”

He pulled out of you, and pushed your legs all the way back to the headboard while practically drooling at the sight in front of him.

“You know why I love putting you in this position?”

He grabbed your hands and placed them right under your knees, urging you to hold that position until told otherwise. You watched him descend between your legs with your breath hitched in your throat.

“Two things. One: your dripping wet cunt is on full display for me. You look so vulnerable and I fucking love that.”

Chris closed his lips on your pussy and started slurping on you in earnest. You pushed his head down for more pressure and kept rolling your hips against his face until the vibrations of his moans against your clit prompted an explosive orgasm.

“CHRIS!”

You loved it when his mouth was stained with you. You fucking loved watching him lick you off his lips.

“And two…” he kissed your thighs and got on his knees, “I have a higher chance of knocking you up like this.”

You felt his rock hard cock slide right into you so easily because of how wet you still were. Chris changed his angle to reach the most secluded corners of you.

“Ah, fuck, that’s deep.”

“I know. I know how my queen likes it.” 

His queen. That was the first time he called you that.

“She likes it deep, and she likes it hard,” he held onto your ankles to keep you in place, “She fucking loves it when I play with her rough.”

You still hadn’t properly come down when he started fucking you again, and you could feel yourself still slightly throbbing around him. You watched him throw his head back with a groan and a smile due to intense pleasure. Seeing him get lost in pure rapture was way more satisfying than an orgasm.

“Wouldn’t that be great, baby?” Chris spoke in between his rhapsodic moans, “Just the thought of you carrying our child drives me fucking insane.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

Because you were losing your goddamn mind over it, and of course he would notice. Of course he would notice how you were clenching around him. Of course he would notice how you were getting wetter, making him feel like he was getting licked inside you.

“I promise I’ll take such good care of you,” he kept pounding into you with a somewhat soothing voice, “I won’t let a day pass by without making you cum hard in return. Would you like that?”

You lost control of the decibel of your moans over his fantasy promises, and Chris took that opportunity to start massaging your clit to drive you crazier.

“You’re gonna wake up cumming in my mouth every morning. Then I’ll fuck you so good you’re gonna be on a permanent ecstasy high.”

You were writhing under him by then, but he didn’t stop running that mouth of his.

“I’ll massage all your sore spots with kisses. I’ll make love to you until you fall asleep in my arms.”

Chris was speaking with so much intention that you weren’t sure whether it was make-believe or not anymore. His words started to fluster you in the best way possible. 

“You can ask for anything from me, baby. You can do anything you want to me.”

“Because I’ll be carrying your child?”

“Because you are you,” he slowed down and leaned into your face, “Anything for you.”

Only Chris was capable of doing this to you—making your heart swell in your chest while turning you on like crazy. You instinctively cupped his cheeks and kissed his face off.

“Do it,” you looked into his darkened eyes still filled with adoration, “Fill me up with you.”

He started going faster and his breathing started becoming labored with every thrust.

“Shit, I’m so close.”

“I need you. I need all of you.”

“Baby, I’m–”

You wrapped yourself all around him and trapped him in your leglock.

“I can ask for anything, huh?” you chuckled, “Then I want my man to unload inside me.”

“Baby…”

“Again.”

“Ah, fuck!”

You let Chris ride out his high and collapse on your chest to catch his breath, stroking his hair and placing little kisses on his head all the while. He came down not too long after and hit you with a proposition that you never expected in a million years.

“Let’s leave. Together. Start a life away from here,” he squeezed your hands and kissed them, “I don’t want anything else than to be with you.”

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?!” you exclaimed with your eyes all widened.

“Actually, no. I can totally picture it,” he proceeded to paint you a word picture with a tranquil smile on his face, “We’re sharing a life together at a place by the sea. We have two kids, and–”

“Two?”

“Yes, but I want four.”

“You’re gonna give birth to them I guess.”

“Hey, I’m gonna have my little badass band, okay? Medicine will catch up. I’ll give birth to the other two.”

You erupted into a fit of laughter, infecting Chris in the meantime. He brushed his fingers on your cheeks and continued.

“I want a life with you, baby. I’m not saying let’s get married tomorrow, but… eventually,” he spoke in a calm but serious manner, “There are too many things I want to experience with you.”

“Like what?”

Chris placed a kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Like life. An ordinary life where we can finally breathe easy.”

The arrangements were complete. A designated chauffeur drove you to the address you provided him, which wasn’t actually your home. 

“5 PM at The Marina Square. Wait for me by that cotton candy stall.”

Chris had mentioned that there were things he needed to tell you first. About his past, about what he was doing prior to his imprisonment, about why they were trapped on the grounds in the first place, and apparently about the double life he used to lead. Once you met, you were supposed to go to the house he claimed to have grown up in, and basically spend some time planning for a future together. Where you could live, what you could do for a living, when he would officially meet your father, and all that jazz.

6 PM. 7 PM. 8 PM.

You waited and waited and waited for hours, but Chris never showed up. Your heart had been broken before, but this was the first time you felt it shattering into a million pieces. Like a bunch of pie crust promises. It had started raining when you hailed a cab to go to the only place you knew, and it didn’t stop raining on your face the whole way back. You knocked on the door, and when it opened you immediately asked before even exchanging greetings.

“Please say yes.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what I’m gonna say.”

“I don’t need to,” your superhero pulled you into his embrace, “It’s always a yes for you, sweetheart.”

All the floodgates cracked open with that ‘sweetheart’ and all the sobs you were suppressing for months, every time you felt lonely, every time you were longing rushed like a torrent. You buried your face in your father’s chest and cried and cried and cried to your heart’s content as if somebody died.

“Please forgive me. Please. I’ve done the best I could. I’m so sorry,” you grabbed a fistfuls of his shirt like you were in immeasurable agony, “I’ve made so many mistakes, dad. Please forgive me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Minhyuk didn’t do anything besides caressing your back under that downpour and letting you cry out whatever burden your mind was crawling with. Only when you started losing your voice did he place a kiss on your forehead and finally spoke.

“Nothing is worth these tears, sweetheart. Nothing.”

Perception was a fascinating thing. In less than fifteen minutes, you were in front of the fireplace with your father again as if you had never left. As if the past twoish years had never happened. The only thing reminding you that all of it was indeed real was this unbearable pain settling in your chest like a tumor. Minhyuk resolved to not ask you any big questions until you felt ready to talk about this.

“What if they try to do something to you, dad?” you asked, having massively calmed down by then and still watching the fire with furrowed brows.

“This is not the Middle Ages, you know that right? They don’t throw people into dungeons anymore,” Minhyuk chuckled, “Why would they try to do something to me?”

You heaved a deep sigh and vomited everything about your initial deal with the queen like a machine gun. You were expecting your father to be outraged, or at least slightly surprised, but he just sat there, listening to you intently. When you were finished, it was his turn to take a deep breath.

“Sweetheart, can I ask you something?”

“What is it, dad?”

He examined your face attentively and posed a question that had actually never occurred to you before.

“Didn’t you ever find it odd that there is only one royalty with a foreign name?”

King Yoongi. Queen Hyejin. Prince Hyunjin. Prince Christopher.

Huh.

“I didn’t really care for it much, but your tone tells me I should have,” you responded all intrigued, “What’s going on, dad?”

Minhyuk got up to bring you a fluffy pillow from your room and placed it in front of the fireplace.

“It’s been a very long ride so far. How about you sleep on it for now?” he kissed your forehead, “We’ll talk later, okay?”

Yes, the curiosity was there. Yes, you felt like whatever your father was going to tell you will be followed up with a thousand and three questions by you, and you had absolutely no energy left for any of that. You just placed your head on your pillow and closed your eyes to drift to one of the most peaceful sleeps of your life.

There was indeed no place like home.

Chris headed to the courtyard around 4.30 PM with sturdy steps and without any luggage to not arise any suspicion. If anybody asked him where he was going, he was just going to say ‘For a ride’. You know, like he always did. To clear his mind. To breathe for a little while. His car was waiting for him at his usual spot along with two armed guards, one next to the driver’s seat door and the other right in front of the car.

“Do you mind?” Chris unlocked the doors from afar, but the two men stopped him from going inside the vehicle.

“Your excellency, we need to escort you back to the queen’s chambers.”

“What are you doing?” Chris started to get antsy when the guards held onto his arms.

“This way please, your grace.”

“Let me GO!”

His mother always had the worst timing when it came to seeing her son for whatever trivial reason, but more importantly, Chris was on borrowed time. If he didn’t leave soon, he was most certainly going to be late. Not only did he not have the means to reach you directly, but there was something else causing him to get more anxious with each passing second.

What if you weren’t there when he eventually did make it to you?

The guards pulled the doors to the queen’s chambers open, and Chris rushed in, making it crystal clear that he was in a hurry.

“Mother, can we please make this quick? I have prior engagements I need to attend to.”

The chambers were really dark, and Hyejin didn’t feel the need to turn on the lights or light a candle. Yet, Chris was still able to discern the shadow behind the desk waiting for him while stirring a porcelain cup in their hands. 

“Hello, brother,” a velvety voice greeted him with a smile, “Going somewhere?”

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