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Love and War

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader (female)

Synopsis: There was a fine line between love and hate, and you were stepping all over it. But now, all that was left in your heart for him was resentment, and all he wanted was to see you dead. Wasn't it? Because memories were a thing of the past.

Warnings: angst; mentions of holocaust, war; blood; character death; unrequited love; reader is a nachthexen (night witch); hyunjin is a pure aryan

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I hope you all enjoy it; it's very close to me and I have been hesitant to post it. (For you, Kath.)

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The sky was an open wound, red and bleeding, with clouds like bandages and cotton swabs; spluttered and dyed on the worst day of the worst year. It had been a direct hit, the engine was no more making any annoying noise. The plane dived through the torn up sky like a cormorant, the ground getting closer and closer by the second. You felt your heart jump to your throat, blood pounding so loudly in your ears that you could barely hear. You had to land, it was all you could think about. Even the planes on your tail no longer occupied your attention. You couldn't risk being captured, and your Po-2 bomber, which suddenly seemed flimsy as wet paper, threatened to break apart.

"Think, Y/N, think," you whispered to yourself, racking your brain for potential landing sites, your fingers moving rapidly on the controls.

There. You spotted a small open field, not far away from the city, but enclosed and moderately hidden from sight by trees. It would have to do. Landing a plane on fire was no easy task, and as you touched down on the grass, the metal gave a mighty groan, like the jaws of some great dragon opening. Smoke threatened to overwhelm you, and holding your breath, you writhed out of your fastenings, and leapt out of the burning plane as the wings went up in the flames. You landed a couple of feet from the wreck, and coughing, you ran. You stumbled into the woods; in the direction that led away from the city, and turning your head, you saw that the field you had left behind was catching fire.

You weren't sure how long you ran for; for a while, you ran blindly as the light faded. The scene you had left behind was like a brilliant, glaringly obvious beacon, they were bound to investigate. When they would find no body, they would come after you.

You had to get away, you thought to yourself, trying desperately to not let the panic set in. But as of now, you did not know where you were. You stopped, looking for something to guide you, to provide some kind of direction. Something warm trickled down your face; you put your hand up to touch it, absentmindedly. When you drew your finger tips away to examine them, finding them covered in red. So it was blood running down your face, from your hairline. You started to jog again, but had only gone a little over a hundred metres when you became aware that the trees were thinning.

A couple more metres, and you saw the outline of the city. You froze dead in your tracks. In your disorientation, you had run in circles, that had led you back to the city, where they would find you. No, it was not a matter of would; they already had.

Your blood ran cold, turning to ice in your veins when you heard the footsteps.

"Oh Y/N..."

He breathed your name, and it sent shivers down your spine. His voice was so familiar, and you knew it was him before you turned around, slowly.

"Y/N, you were so good. So smart, so clever. But all good things come to an end, don't they? The feared Rose Devil, caught at last," he drawled, with a smirk that marred his features.

Blonde hair reflecting the scarlet setting sun, blue eyes as clear as the sky, merciless; a pure Aryan blood. He was still so devilishly handsome, it infuriated you. Your jaws clenched in anger, and you tried to keep your head down. There had to be some way out of this.

Run, he would shoot you down. Others were bound to come through the copse of trees soon. You would have to play the cards left very carefully.

"What's your prize for catching a witch?" You asked calmly, while your eyes flashed. As you asked him the question, you mentally checked for two very important things: your gun and your cyanide. One was missing, another you found. All you could now rely on was your remaining cyanide pill, which would kill you in an instant if you needed it.

"An iron cross. That's a pretty good incentive, isn't it? And for catching an ace, rare as they are..."

He trailed off, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging dangerously in the air, and stepping closer to you.

He was a foot apart from you now, and you felt yourself shaking. "You're sick. All of you are sick. I'm proud to be an ace, and I'm proud of shooting down your planes, torching your cities in the night when you're sleeping. And, I know you're listening closely for us. And, you're terrified; all your men are. Of women, of girls, because suddenly, it's not just a man's world anymore. I'm a better pilot, and a better person than you will ever be. You can sleep with that knowledge."

Your tone was like frost, and you hope that he heard your hatred in it.

Instead, he came closer still, and you clenched your lean fingered hands, which had come in handy so many times into tight fists.

"You forgot; I'm an ace too, sweetheart. Tell me, Y/N, what happened to your plane?"

"What do you think happened to it? You shot it down, you son of a bitch," you swore through gritted teeth.

"Yes, I shot that pile of junk out of the air. About time I did, too. You were just so hard to catch. I have no idea how you were able to maneuver that plywood thing so well."

He laughed, but it was not a pleasant laugh; it was dry, dry as the brittle leaves left on the trees. It was true, the Po-2 wasn't meant for the battle which the Nachthexen took it into, which you had taken it into.

"Do you remember what I did to your last plane? You barely escaped alive," you snarled. You wished, in that moment you wished more than anything that your words alone could kill him.

"Very true. You're still good at what you do; did I ever tell you otherwise, darling?" He asked softly, a gentle smile playing on his face.

"It was implied, and you know it," you hissed, making him smile even more, as if he was proud of you like you professed earlier. But then you sensed something in his face, and his tone. Like he was remembering something.

It made you both afraid and unsure at the sane time, and you paused, wondering to react. You decided it was worth the risk, after a moment.

"Do you-" you started, inhaling sharply and breathing out again, before continuing. "Do you remember when we met, Hyunjin?"

Pain flashed across his face, like you had struck him. There was a weakness there, buried under the layers of hate.

"Yes." He whispered, voice suddenly tight with restrained emotion; as if this word only carried memories of acceptance he wished to erase.

It was not four years ago, in the neutral no man's land, Switzerland, that you had first met him. Both him and you had thought it had been your first kill, crash landing in the mountains, less than three hundred metres from each other. You had been the first to get out of your plane, bruised but otherwise uninjured. With a grimace, you yanked out your rifle, and walked over to the other wreck, a German bomber. If the pilot had survived, you had to kill them. Clear as day, you remember kicking your way through the twisted metal, and then seeing a man– no, a boy, step gingerly out of the wreckage. Your gun had wavered when he turned around, looking straight at you.

His eyes had widened, you remembered.

"You're just a girl," he exclaimed in disbelief.

"You're younger than I expected," you had said quietly equally surprised. He nodded.

He was right, you had just been seventeen then, and he only eighteen.

"How did you fly like that?"

He was incredulous, and you felt all that you had been trained for resolve into the back of your mind, flickering, like a candle in the wind.

"I trained in fight school, like any lad my age," you said, shrugging, and he shook his head, smiling. "You know you're not a bad pilot yourself. Unfortunately, I have got to kill you," you told him, your tone steely.

"What makes you think I wouldn't kill you first?" He asked.

"I think I have better aim," you had remembered saying, and him smiling. Not smirking– smiling.

"I won't shoot you if you don't shoot me. I just want to talk," he said, seriously.

Maybe it was your age and lack of training that caught up, because in that moment you did something you should have not. You let your guard fall down.

It had been brief, desperate, beautiful, and terrible, all at once. He admired you and you admired him. You respected him and he respected you. For a year, you just let yourself be casual teenagers. For a year, you actually considered leaving everything behind, and running away with him in Switzerland, and you knew he felt the same. He had even told you as much one evening.

But you were enemies, and this was war. You were sent your separate ways, got new planes and continued. He became a feared flying ace, terrifying everyone but you with his skill and incredible number aerial victories. Your comrades were afraid to fight him. And you, you were one of the Nachthexen, the loathed and feared Soviet "Night Witches". You became known as the Rose Devil, for the dark red flowers you had painted near the spinner of your Po-2 biplane, and as a female ace– you struck dread into anyone who came into combat with you.

You had met him again, multiple times over the next two years, but never on foot. You were always in the air, locked in bitter combat. The war had hardened you both, and you came to develop something as shocking as hate for him. You knew how he attacked, not to crash, but to kill, that he too had turned from liking to hating you.

Now, you were here, and he had you cornered on the edge of the forest– one step and you would be dead. The sky had turned a dark-crimson black, filled with unwinking, merciless stars, that seemed to regard you with cold impression. This twister war, your problems– the stars did not care. They were far away. You smelled gun smoke drifting lazily on the wind, and tensed.

"Things are different now," you said, though it felt like your heart was being wrenched apart, as you forced yourself to be distant, indifferent. Now, you couldn't bury your head in the sand, and all the horrors of the war, the atrocities delivered by the countries they had sworn loyalty to protect and fight for, were very real. You couldn't be brushed over, romanticized. You had people's blood on your hands, and so did he.

"Yes, things are different now. I can't promise you anything anymore. This time, one of us is going to die. And it won't be me, Y/N," he whispered in the air and it cut sharply through the air, his words hardening as yours had. You heard heavy boots in the distance, coming closer by the minute.

"Yes, you're right. I will die today, Hyunjin." Your fingers deftly found the capsule you kept under your belt. "But you will get no medal, no Iron Cross for it."

His eyes widened, as he processed what you meant, seeing the cyanide capsule in your hand.

"Y/N, no!" He exclaimed, voice but a strained whisper, some old compassion coming back.

God, it was such a fine line between love and hate, you thought, shaking your head with a determined grimace.

"Would you rather me be brutally tortured, and die in a concentration camp?" You laughed humorously. "I will be used like a toy for pleasure, before being put in hands of wicked doctors and then I will die like a rat gasping for air."

You saw his eyes flash and then, with a swift motion, he knocked the pill out of your hands. Now, you were left with no choice. The heavy steps were very close, and any given minute they would be here.

You heard a shout: "Nachthexen!" from the woods and you lunged forward. You grabbed his pistol and he yelled, tackling you. You pulled the trigger, felt the trigger recoil and felt him tremble as he rolled off you. Tears streamed down your face and you pulled the trigger again, but this time, the gun wasn't pointed at him. The sound roared in your ears; deafening, like the sound the bombs made on ground. So unlike the silent whooshing of your plane, like an owl hunting in winter.

You fell onto the leaves with a soft crunch, fell right next to him. You painfully turned your head, and he opened his mouth, and closed it, clenching his jaw with effort. He tried again, and this time it worked, though it was only a faint ghost of whisper. "Thank you. I hated you, but God, I-" He coughed up blood. "I loved you, Y/N."

His mouth formed into a slight, fleeting smile and he coughed again. Blood leaked from his mouth and chest, staining his uniform.

"I loved you too. When we're going-"

Even as you were dying, your voice caught looking at him. "Maybe we be carefree, teasing, happy even. Don't look back, Hyunjin."

There was a hopeful gleam in his eyes for a moment, before they fluttered close, and you gave a trembling sigh. Those blue eyes, the reasoning given to this brutality, you wondered if there was any chance to see them again.

"Yes," he whispered. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're an idiot, though."

You brushed your thumbs over his cheek, shifting to press a kiss on his lips. He would be your first and last kiss; truly tragic and you laughed in defeat.

There was nothing pretty about it, death was not beuatiful– nothing like those sappy romance novels some of your male comrades kept stashed away under their pillows. No, there was just sadness, and strange longing coupled with a strange hope. With every breath, you could feel your life leaving you, energy draining out of you, but your resolve was strong as ever. You had done terrible things on others words, but dying like this; it was on your own terms. He and you, you had fought your own war. And you had won. Your breaths got shallower and shallower, and you could no longer hear his.

Everything faded until there were only three words left in your mind. So, you closed your eyes.

The heavy boots and the angry men who wore them reached the scene. Their face, their best pilot was lying motionless in the leaves, the female Soviet pilot who had hunted them for so long was lying next to him.

"Mein gott. Nachthexen. The Rose Devil. He's dead; she's too. What on earth happened?"

You didn't hear the rest. Where you were, it was warm and light. There was no war, no bombs exploding around them.

"Y/N?"

You shifted closer, but this time it didn't hurt you. You were still twenty and he still twenty-one. There was no blood on him, and you felt your face, your hair, expecting your hand to come away red, like it did always, but it didn't.

"It's gone, it's all gone," he said, sounding relieved and disbelieving at the same time, and you let your hand fall.

No blood, either. You heard the familiar roar of a plane engine, and your eyes widened in surprise. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest, and in a single breath, your tension disappeared. It was funny, heaven started at an airfield, slicked by his and your blood; not water.

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Your Rainbow Paradise | Hwang Hyunjin

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Last class of your semester brings a lot of stress and an annoying roommate. But Hyunjin loves making you feel good, whenever he can.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Hyunjin x Reader (Female)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 5.9K

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: established relationship, public sex, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink, fluff, hyunjin is whipped, so is y/n

𝐀/𝐍: This is for @hyunjinspark 🌸 I loved reading Only Fools Fall For You, and I still re-read few parts, and obviously my brain decides to write a fanfic for a fanfic. It's not a companion piece, hence it's not set in the Only Fools 'verse, so you don't need to read that story as this is pretty much pwp, but that Hyunjin was definitely clouding my mind when I was writing this. I hope you guys like it!

Everyone is surprised when you and Hyunjin start dating – including you.

You arrive at your university as a freshman, intent on shedding your goody-two shoes demeanor that confined you in high school. Your whole teenage experience had been refined to curfews and scholarly grades with mandatory extra-curriculars geared towards beefing up your college reputation, and then only studying and practicing. Your parents crafted you for this very moment, the moment that they could say that they had a child who was attending one of the most prestigious universities in the country.

You settle in, fully aware that you have been sheltered from any nonsense that’s supposed to arise in your teenage years. Living under your parents roof, you had little leeway to disobey, and unfortunately, you shared your parents' ambitions for yourself. You stuck to the rules, became Valedictorian and made little to no friends during high school. You may have been crazy brilliant, and everyone may have known it, but it was lonely.

Hyunjin had been the opposite – a sophomore, already well known at your university, and far from sheltered. Confidence oozed from every pore, his brilliance radiating off his skin and sarcasm laced within his smirk. He equalled you in smarts, proven through most of your dance classes being lined up together, and he had the social life that you innately shied away from but itched to conquer. Jealousy wasn’t something you were used to feeling, but whenever you’d catch a glimpse of him and that smug, knowing expression, your chest constricted.

Both of you butted heads, a lot. Although your intelligence was matched, your perspectives differed – your solutions being more logical, straight-forward while Hyunjin detailed the most roundabout way to get to the same result. Your brains worked differently, and Hyunjin’s arrogance didn’t rub off well on you. You let him know exactly how you felt about him, every time he gave you an opportunity to snap – which happened in more than just a few of your lectures and practice sessions.

You knew it was childish to grab any opportunity to bring out his flaws, or refusing to even breathe in the same air as him. It didn't humour you at all, but you couldn't help but snap at whatever he did.

Which is why you were so surprised when Hyunjin asked you out. You’d laughed in his face before he had the chance to laugh in yours. He had to be joking. But he wasn’t, as you made him cross his heart and swear to die, and he insisted that you let him take you out. You would have been lying if you would have said that you weren't intrigued by him – his sincerity, his passion – and insanely attracted to him – his frown when he was concentrating, his lazy smile when he looked at you, his laugh when he was happy – hence why you agreed.

One date only.

And by some miracle act of the universe, that one date went well. So well that you found yourself grinning down at your phone a year later, enticing your boyfriend not to skip this lecture so you could spend time with him.

Y/n [8:56am]: You'd rather sleep than see your wonderful, amazing, smoke show of a  girlfriend?

Hyunjin [8:56am]: If I had it my way, my wonderful, amazing smoke show of a girlfriend would be in my bed, beside me.

“Where is your boy toy?” Chloe, your roommate, voices from beside you.

“On his way,” you mutter.

“God, can you two spend two seconds without each other?”

“I was with you all last night.”

Chloe mumbles something incoherent under her breath. You could care less about your roommate’s half-assed remarks. When you met, you had been single and frankly, less in tune with yourself. It was easy for Chloe to pull you along like some ragdoll, whether that was dragging you to a party on the other side of campus or late night study sessions, completely ignoring what you wanted.

Your roommate was one of the many to criticize you for dating Hyunjin – claiming something about him being a man-whore, how you wouldn’t be able to keep up with his freakiness in the bedroom. It was all very grotesque, and yet all too appropriate nonsense for Chloe to be spewing. You knew it was all coming from the fact that you had grown a backbone and refused to be at Chloe’s beck and call.

Not bothering with Chloe’s antics, you turn your attention back towards your phone.

Y/n [8:56am]: This is the last lecture of Jamie’s Literature class before the exam.

Hyunjin [8:56am]: And we already completed his whole exam review. This is just for the dummies who don’t know where to start.

Your head lifts briefly, scanning the lecture hall. There’s quite a bit of people here, as if it was a normal class day. Majority of them are stacked up at the front, probably for the same reason that you are. You glance back down at your phone, tongue poking on the outside of your cheek.

Y/n [8:57am]: Dummies. Not very nice. Not everyone has brains like us.

Hyunjin [8:57am]: Boo-hoo. We belong in bed.

You snicker to yourself. Hyunjin will eventually, if not already, drag his ass out of bed to be here. He is more of a stickler for class than you are – he loves everything about learning, gaining knowledge that some others deem useless. His brain is never full, even in the midst of studying. He flips through a book once and the information is absorbed in his brain, never set to leave. While you have to highlight, make cue cards, re-do quizlets, Hyunjin’s brilliance comes effortlessly.

You realise now it wasn’t jealousy constricting your chest – just pure amazement.

Y/n [8:57am]: After lecture. Promise. Are you almost here?

Hyunjin [8:58am]: Turn around.

Planted in your usual spot in the front of the row of desks, you furrow your eyebrows before you glance over your shoulder. Hyunjin’s signature grin shines down at you from the back of the class, his hand coming up to wave you over. You frown, despite the surge of adoration that fills your chest. His cheekiness has a tendency to get the best of you. His eyebrows wiggle suggestively, nodding to the cup of coffee in his hand. Another of your weaknesses, apart from him.

“He didn’t get me coffee.” Chloe sneers. “Some boyfriend you have.”

You merely glance at Chloe, rolling your eyes. Chloe puts her hands up in mock defense, as if she were simply stating the obvious, before turning her attention back to her laptop. With a sigh, you glance back at Hyunjin. Your fingers fly against the keyboard, keeping your eyes locked on him, as his cheesy grin slides into a sly smirk. You try to keep your gaze stern, but the smile that threatens to tip at the ends of your lips gives you away.

Y/n [8:58am]: I don’t trust you.

Hyunjin’s thumb punches against the keyboard, his eyes darkening in your direction.

Hyunjin [8:58am]: You don’t trust your loving boyfriend who went all the way across campus to get you your favorite cup of coffee? Ouch.

Y/n [8:58am]: You’re at the back of the class. We always sit at the front.

Hyunjin [8:58am]: Nothing wrong with changing things up a bit.

Y/n [8:59am]: You’re going to try something.

Hyunjin [8:59am]: Am I?

You bite down on your lip, Hyunjin’s eyes pouring into yours invitingly. You have less than thirty seconds to make a decision before Professor Jamie strolls through the door and starts class. Your last class of the semester before the final exam. Granted, one you and Hyunjin spent the better half of last week completing the review for. This class is essentially just complementary – and just like Hyunjin said, for dummies.

There’s an ache between your legs that forms when Hyunjin’s eyes darken. Daring you, testing you. For any other class, on any other day, you would stay cemented in your chair. For any other class, on any other day, Hyunjin would never try this.

You hear the doors of the lecture hall swing open just as you get to your feet. Hyunjin gets a kick out of seeing you scramble to collect your items – laptop, notebook, pens and pencils – all before Jamie makes it to the front of the room.

“Where are you going?” Chloe hisses. “I need to cross-reference your exam review with Jamie’s.”

“Take Jamie’s word over mine,” you brush her off. “I’m going to sit with Hyunjin.”

“Wow. So much for friendship.”

You smile sweetly at Chloe, as she huffs, slumping against her seat. Your pace quickens, hiking your laptop under your armpit, clutching your notebook, pens and pencils in your hand. You skip up the steps, averting your gaze from Hyunjin to block out his smug smirk.

His arm is already slung over the chair he saved for you when you sit down. You slam your supplies on your desk, arms aching from the awkward angle, with a heavy sigh. Hyunjin chuckles lowly from beside you, pressing a kiss under your jaw as you settle into your seat. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and the ache between your legs only grows.

“Missed you last night, love.” Hyunjin mumbles into your neck.

“Sorry. Chloe needed help on her report.” you whisper.

“Tell your roommate to do her own work.”

“I was just helping her out.”

“Just like the good girl you are, huh?”

Your throat goes dry. You tried so hard to shed that good girl image of yourself when you got here. In high school, you’d been teased, called a bore, never really had a steady relationship because people couldn’t get over how academically focused you were. You didn’t disobey your parents or skip classes, the latter of which you still do not do often. Your goody-two shoes persona was something to be regretful of, something you came to university to get rid of.

Hyunjin, however, admired you for just that. He’s had his own list of responsibilities growing up and could relate to you on the pressures of academics and personal life. With him, there was nothing to be ashamed of, no threat of him getting tired of you – all he ever wanted to do was learn more about you. Your quests for knowledge complemented one another, brought out your most competitive tendencies and most intelligent ideas nestled in your passion for each other.

You're able to embrace the part of you so true to your studious ways now, all while embracing the balance between academics and everything else life had to offer – starting with Hyunjin.

“Alright, last class.” Jamie bellows, queuing up a PowerPoint on the overhead screen. “I expect most of you have completed the exam review. This should just be a final check, to make sure you all have the right information for next week’s final exam.”

“Told you,” Hyunjin mutters.

The rustle of books echoed in your ear, but with Hyunjin’s thumb gliding along your shoulder and his breath against your ear, you had trouble following suit. His lips brush lightly against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You snuggle closer to his side, Hyunjin’s arm wrapping securely around your waist. Your eyes glaze over as his hand presses on the inside of your thigh, blurring your vision of Professor Jamie.

You lean over abruptly, stealing your cup of coffee from his desk. Keeping your eyes ahead of you, you bring the cup to your lips, taking a ginger sip. Jamie drowns on about the first lesson, which you do a mental check for – you and Hyunjin have more than what he’s explaining on their exam review. Before you can even turn your head to voice this to him, his hand crawls up your thigh, bypassing the restraints of your skirt and skidding along your panties.

You jerk under the warmth of his touch. Your breath grows shallow, slowly bringing your coffee cup down on your desk as your hand shakes. The warmth of the coffee sliding down your throat is nothing compared to the heat that presses between your legs. Hyunjin’s long, ring-cladden fingers don’t help, gently sliding your panties to the side so his fingers can caress your bare cunt, the cold of the metal making you shiver.

“You know this stuff,” Hyunjin murmurs. “You don’t need to be stressed, love.”

You swallow thickly. “We could have missed some things on the review–”

“You know we didn’t.”

If this was years ago, you would have second guessed yourself. Your mind would be flooded with doubts – did you thoroughly cover the unit on healthy soil? Did you make sure to touch on each of the tracking techniques with enough detail? You would have been so absorbed in the ‘ifs’ that you would have let your sanity slip from you. For all those years, it was just a natural state of mind.

However, it’s not all those years ago. You've kept your grades in high academic standing without the constant threat of your own mind. Sometimes, you forget. Thankfully, Hyunjin is always around to remind you.

Hyunjin’s fingers softly tease your cunt. He’s barely touching you, and you already feel the wet mess between your legs that coat his fingers. You glance out at the class; Jamie babbles about one unit in particular, one that you already started covering. You barely hear what he says, ears blocked by the heat that accumulates inside you. The rest of the class seems to be listening attentively, even Chloe – you can only see the back of her head as she jots down notes.

“Let me take care of you,” Hyunjin whispers into your ear huskily. “I don’t want my good girl all stressed out.”

You twist your head around to peer at him. Hyunjin’s dark eyes have faded into a light expression, pleading for you. Every time you look at Hyunjin, that surprise fills your chest once more. His genuine desire to care for you, to love you, is one you're not used to having. And yet, every time you look at him, that surprise is accompanied by pure adoration and love, and you feel so lucky to have found someone like him.

You press your lips softly and quickly against his before drawing back. “Please, Hyunjin.”

“Please what?”

“Please take care of me.”

Hyunjin smirks, swiveling his gaze back around to the front of the classroom. You do the same, hyper aware of his fingers creeping along your cunt. They are rough, and long, but slip past your folds with no restraint. You screw your lips together tightly, suppressing a moan to the best of your ability. He thrusts his index and middle finger inside of you sturdily, keeping them there for a minute, reminding you of how well he completes you.

Jamie moves onto unit two. He flips to the next slide, and notices a typo, making a big show of it as he instantly goes to correct it. You struggle to find the typo he’s referring to, as Hyunjin draws his fingers out of you and then plunges them back inside without warning.

The stretch of his fingers burn, igniting your body into a flicker of flames, ready to erupt into a full blown explosion. Hyunjin’s pace is strategic; his fingers slide in and out of you with relative ease, but his tempo is rapid and purposeful. Each stride is meant to hit a specific corner, a spot that pricks a different nerve for you. Your own fingers curl around your pencil, applying so much pressure that it bends in your grip, threatening to snap in half just like you.

“That’s it, baby.” Hyunjin urges. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.”

You slump against your chair, giving his fingers better access. His thumb comes up to draw on your clit, and your eyes nearly roll back. Hyunjin’s touch is so full of tact, every part of you permanently etched into his brain by memory. He’s always been whip smart, superb in every subject, but the subject that Hyunjin’s the most well-versed in is you.

“I love how you react to me. Wish I could hear you,” Hyunjin whispers into your ear. “But you’re going to stay quiet, right? Like my good girl.”

All you manage to do is nod hurriedly. Sweat beats from the side of your temple, and his fingers don’t relent on their agonizing pace. You can barely gulp for air, much less make out a sentence.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” you blurt out in a husky whisper. “I’m your good girl.”

Hyunjin snickers, pressing a kiss to your shoulder to soothe you. You lean into his touch. If he could read your mind, it would only be full of this – his fingers lodged deep inside you, his thumb painting circles around your clit. He’s simply just knowledgeable on all things you, knows what to do to calm you and to make you crazy all at once.

“Good answer,” Hyunjin taunts. “Think you can come for me?” You gulp down, preparing to answer, before he continues, “Ruin your panties in front of the class?”

Your gaze instantly darts to the rest of the class you have zoned out on. None of them are paying attention to you, thankfully. Chloe’s scrolling on her phone and Jamie’s just finished up correcting another typo on his PowerPoint. All of them in their own little world, while you're an unravelling mess on Hyunjin’s fingers.

You turn to stare at him, find solace in those brown eyes of his. “I want to come for you.”

“Right here, huh? Good girls don’t come in class.”

“For you. I want to do it for you.”

“Always a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

Hyunjin steals a quick kiss from you, and suddenly, you're grateful you have shuffled to the back of the class. No one can hear the agonizing sound of his fingers thrusting erratically into your sopping, wet cunt nor the moan that is stuck in the base of your throat. You force yourself to stare at the front of the classroom, at a word that’s spelled wrong on Jamie’s PowerPoint, one he hasn’t noticed – just like he hasn’t noticed one of his students getting fingered at the back of his class.

You would look at Hyunjin, you are tempted to do just that, but someone’s got to keep watch. Hyunjin, however, is too caught up in you to tear his gaze away. He may know everything about you, everything you like, every little sound, everything that gets you going, but he never misses the opportunity to re-learn.

You can't help but clench down on his finger at the thought of every other time he has had you, learned your body in his own ways which always manages to make you writhe under his ministrations. You grind down against his palm, chasing for any friction you can receive from it, to ease the pulsating need creeping till your toes.

The positioning of his hand is far from ideal and all you can concentrate on is how his fingers fill you up, but never enough. Hyunjin seems to notice the way your body stiffens, and he leans against you to pepper kisses along the smooth column of your neck exposed to him.

"So nasty for me, letting me do anything to you, anywhere," he groans against you, thumb pressing careful but harsh circles over your clit in time as he reaches deeper, rubbing deliciously against your walls. "This makes you so wet, doesn't it, baby? The possibility that someone catches us when I'm knuckles deep inside you?"

That unwinds the knot tightening at the bottom of your stomach and he watches intently as your mouth forms a perfect little ‘O’, your orgasm smashing into you and overtaking your body.

The aftershocks that ride through your body causes you to jerk out of your chair. A few students a couple of rows before the two of you turn their heads, but Hyunjin’s feigned a look of concern, placing the hand that’s not inside you against your cheek to feel your temperature. You glare at him, watching as he tries to force down his smirk.

“You alright, love?” Hyunjin teases.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the rest of the students turn their attention back to Jamie. You readjust yourself on the chair, still a bit shaky. Hyunjin guides you to a comfortable position, that smirk fully occupying his features. He slicks his fingers out of you, coated with your wetness, and brings them to his mouth while your walls flutter around nothing, and it makes you want to ask him to fuck you right here. You know that won't happen so you just watch, trying to stay annoyed, but the ecstasy of your orgasm and the sight before you are too much to bear.

“You’re a dick, I hope you know that,” you mutter.

“You love me.” Hyunjin insists. There’s a pause as you roll your eyes. “I love you.”

Your heart beams, overwhelmed with the desire to smash your lips against his. It was easier to think he was irritating when your heart didn’t belong to him. “I love you.”

“Do you feel better?”

You fixate your gaze back at the front of the classroom. You have, somehow, completely missed the third unit, Jamie already rambling about how the fourth unit is arguably the most important. A familiar anxiety plagues your chest, one that falters your smile, but you smoothly recover. At least, you think so, until you turn to note Hyunjin’s knowing stare.

“I do,” you say. Hyunjin narrows his eyes. “I do! You know I love your fingers.”

“Mm, just my fingers?” Hyunjin teases.

“I love it all, baby.”

You note the mischievous stare that overtakes your boyfriend’s features. His eyebrows raise suggestively, that smirk making a reappearance. You narrow your eyes skeptically, but force yourself not to press further and egg him on. You should know better than to think that would be the end of it.

Jamie’s moved on to the sixth unit when you can feel Hyunjin’s hot breath against your neck once more. “Switch seats with me.”

You furrow your eyebrows. Hyunjin’s perched at the end row, tucked against his seat and the wall. You are seated directly beside him, which wouldn’t make much of a difference. Both of you can see the PowerPoint from pretty much the same angle.

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m asking nicely.”

“You did not ask nicely.”

“Please, my love, switch seats with me.”

“Why?”

“Because this time I asked nicely.”

Hyunjin may be a star student in the subject of you, but you are equally gifted in the topic of him. You know he has something planned, another way to drive you crazy and distract you from this class. Not that you're learning anything at all – Hyunjin was right, Jamie’s not saying anything that you don't already know. But you’d never admit that to him. May as well play along.

“Fine,” you agree with an exaggerated sigh.

You coyly squeeze past Hyunjin, your ass glancing back at him invitingly. His hand comes up to caress your bottom teasingly as he switches your seat. You swat his hand away playfully, plopping down into the seat. You make no effort to move your items, pretending to be preoccupied with Jamie’s lecture.

Hyunjin moves all his supplies from his desk to yours, leaving you with an empty slab of wood before you. He’s quiet and swift about it, which you admire, and the pressure between your legs returns. Your panties are dampened against your cunt, and the wetness that accumulates certainly doesn’t help your case.

He’s on his knees before you can even blink. You jolt up in your seat, glancing out nervously at the crowd of students. The back of their heads have never been more intimidating, not as Hyunjin positions himself in between your legs. You say nothing, that familiar fire pricking up your spine, igniting all your senses at once and inviting him closer.

“Quiet, baby.” Hyunjin warns you.

That’s the only caution he provides before he drags your panties down to your ankles, bunching your skirt up near your waist. He removes your block sandals and licks a long stripe along your instep, his fingers brushing over your calf. He moves his way up your inner thighs, biting high enough in an area you're sure your skirt will hide.

And it's when he moves forward to lick your cunt that quiver courses through your body, your hand instinctively fisting into his hair. Hyunjin takes this in stride, his tongue lapping you up greedily, collecting all your wetness.

“Oh, Hyun–” you breathe.

“Shh, love. I’ve got you.” Hyunjin assures you. “I need you to be good for me, so I can be good for you. Okay?”

You nod hurriedly, and this time, Hyunjin takes that as a suitable response. He draws back slightly to press a wet kiss to your inner thigh where he bit you to soothe the sting, before returning to your cunt.

It’s a rhythm that Hyunjin encompasses.

His pace ranges, depending on your mood or the circumstance, but he always manages to get it right on the very first try. Today, he’s quick, each maneuver of his tongue purposeful, slicking into a crevasse that makes your hips jerk up to meet his mouth. He's fucking you with his tongue in a room full of people and the thought alone is enough to make you come.

The lecture hall is a blur. Your ears are ringing and your vision is watered, and all your senses are focused on Hyunjin. His soft grunts fill your ears, his flaxen hair is all you see, blood drawn from your teeth digging into your lip is the most powerful taste, your arousal snaking into your nostrils, his tongue overpowers your nerves. Everything caused by him, only him.

For a moment, you gain some composure, as Hyunjin subdues you with his tongue against your clit. He’s only building his pace, preparing you for a final release, and you prepare yourself for just that. Your hand wraps around the arm of your seat, eyes doing a quick sweep over the classroom, just to make sure nobody’s eyes are on them.

Of course, you aren’t that lucky this time. Anxiety fills your chest when Chloe meets your gaze, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“What’s wrong?” Chloe mouths.

Your face is flushed red, hair matted to your forehead, sweat dripping down the side of your temple. You look less than a star student. You gulp down, shaking your head, trying to appear somewhat poised to deter your roommate from looking any further as Hyunjin’s tongue flicks feverishly against your clit. Chloe narrows her eyes in your direction, unconvinced and becoming increasingly confused.

Chloe’s eyes flee from the scene for a moment, finding her phone. It takes seconds for your phone to flash on the desk beside yours. A message from Chloe appears, before a second pops up moments after. You squint, barely making out the words before a third one comes in.

Chloe [9:49am]: Why do you look like you’re about to pass out?

Chloe [9:49am]: Shouldn’t your loving boyfriend be tending to you?

Chloe [9:50am]: Where is Hyunjin anyway?

Your gaze involuntarily drifts down between your legs. Your climax is on the rise, especially with the sight of him suckling your clit below you. You force yourself to look back up at Chloe, her stare is glued to you. Chloe gives you a ludicrous look, completely oblivious. You try desperately to wave her off, but then Hyunjin’s tongue presses on your clit hard, and he pushes two fingers inside you, scissoring you open. His head is ducked under the desk, shielding him from the rest of the class, making him privy to you and you only.

“Look at me.” Hyunjin growls.

“But–”

“I said look at me, Y/n.”

Chloe’s too nosy to be looking away anytime soon. You would send her an apologetic look, but then Hyunjin bites down on your mound, adding a third finger at the same time, and your gaze jerks back down to him. Looking down at him, his mouth enclosed around your clit, his eyes pouring into yours, your orgasm nearly implodes right there. His tongue slicks soothingly against your clit, your walls embarrassingly closing around his fingers. You feel him curl his fingers, stretching you even more before he starts thrusting his fingers hard and fast, hitting a spot that makes you almost whimper.

“Good girl,” Hyunjin coaxes you. “Even three fingers aren't enough for you, huh? Look at you, taking everything so well..”

“I – I’m almost…f-fuck, Hyunjin. I'm so close.” Your hip surges forward as he continues to hit you deep and sweet, and you have to suppress everything inside you to moan his name.

“I know. Keep your eyes on me, love.”

All that’s in your sight, all that’s on your mind is Hyunjin. His tongue travels through every part of you, reminding you of all the avenues he’s memorized before his agonizing pace returns to your clit. Everything he knows about you, ingrained forever into his memory, dedicated to making you feel good. Your star student, your boyfriend, the one you love more than anything, on his knees just to make you feel special. All those fires that have sparked erupt as your orgasm washes over you.

A strong shudder shakes your body, but you keep your eyes on Hyunjin, just like he told you to. His tongue slows against your clit before he pulls out his fingers from you abruptly, almost harsh enough that you gasp, lathering up the rest of your cunt, spreading his saliva and your wetness all over you. His eyes never leave yours, brown eyes all dark and dazed and pouring into you, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. You slump against the seat, with a compressed sigh.

Hyunjin dusts his lips along your inner thigh. “That’s my good girl.”

You have managed to regain some composure by then, a relieved smile appearing on your lips. Hyunjin smirks triumphantly, adjusting your panties to move over your slick cunt, drenching them all over again. As Hyunjin cleans you up, your eyes drift out to the classroom.

Chloe’s stare is still ingrained on you. She’s even more confused now, irritation seeping into her features. You open your mouth, to say something, anything to get your roommate off of your back. Instead, Hyunjin pops his head up over the desk, wiping your wetness on your lips before he leans down to steal a slobbery kiss from you. You close your eyes, returning his passionate kiss before he draws back and plops back down into his chair with a victorious, smug look.  

That answers all of Chloe’s questions. You nervously glance back towards Chloe, whose eyes are wide and mouth has dropped open. She doesn’t even look disgusted, just annoyed. That’s almost worse. Her irritation will grow into unreasonable anger the minute she gets you alone.

At the moment, you can’t find it in you to care. You glance back at Hyunjin, as his hand comes up to lightly caress your cheek. His arrogance is overpowering him now, complimented by his permanent smirk. He pushes his hair off his face with his free hand, trying to come across as nonchalant.

“How was that?” Hyunjin teases.

“A plus,” you comment.

A loud clap of Jamie’s hand disrupts the two of you. “Alright, that’s all for exam review. I hope you all come to your final class prepared. I’ve given you more than enough to work with.”

Your knees are a bit wobbly, so Hyunjin takes the liberty of collecting both of your belongings as the class is dismissed. You don’t have to tell him to be quick with it, there’s no point. No matter how hurried he is, shoving your laptops into his bookbag like it’s his final mission, Chloe will beat them to the door. Hyunjin intertwines his finger with yours, guiding you down the steps despite your shaky legs and Chloe’s prying gaze.

Chloe’s standing guard at the door, arms crossed across her chest. “Well, wasn’t that a show.”

“Move out of the way, Chloe.” Hyunjin mutters through gritted teeth.

“It’s alright, Hyun.” you sigh, squeezing his hand for reassurance.

“It’s not alright, actually. I can’t believe you ditched me for the whole class to be lapped up like a dog by your boyfriend at the back of the room!” Chloe nearly screeches. “So much for hoes before bros.”

Your eyes widen, praying no one heard your roommate’s outburst. You leanscloser, lowering your voice to a whisper. “Come on, it’s the last class. You ditched me at the club for Julie just last week–”

“That’s different. Since when are you the irresponsible one? You’re supposed to be more on top of shit than this, Y/n.”

“You’ve got some nerve after all Y/n does for you–” Hyunjin surges forward, intent on saying a few more choice words.

You yank him back gently, shaking your head in warning. He presses his lips together tightly, but nods, stepping back at your side. You give him a grateful look, and Hyunjin knows to reign it in.

Chloe stares at the two of you like she’s missing something, which she always tends to be. She barks, “What?”

“Chloe, I am on top of this.” You relay calmly. “Hyunjin and I have one of the top grades in this class–”

“Well, so do I–”

“Yeah, because of me. My exam review is ten times more extensive than the one Jamie gave. I’m going to be fine. Maybe you should worry about yourself.”

Chloe opens her mouth to retaliate, but you are pushing past her and leading Hyunjin out the doors before she can say anything. The doors swing shut behind you, thrusting Hyunjin and you into the Practice room building, swarms of students passing by – with a change if clothes or empty bottles to refill – as you walk. Hyunjin waits until you are both far enough away from Jamie’s lecture hall before pulling you into his side.

“That was hot.” Hyunjin comments.

You laugh, wrapping your arms around his torso. “Oh yeah? Which part?”

“All of it.”

Tilting your head up, you meet his lips. You can taste yourself on his mouth, and he grins at the knowledge of it. You draw back first, meeting Hyunjin’s suggestive gaze. You roll your eyes playfully, continuing to lead him through the building.

“We’re not going back to my room,” you clarify.

“Good. Let’s go to mine.” Hyunjin smirks. He’s met with a knowing look from you, and he sighs deeply. “Fine. If you insist on spending the next three hours at the library, we’ll do that.”

“Glad you agree.” You wink. Hyunjin tries his best to lead you to the right, but you tug at his arm, guiding him in the opposite direction of your dorms. “Hey. The library is this way.”

Hyunjin pouts as you drag him towards the library. “I thought you were kidding.”

Of Haircuts and Hyunjin

Pairing: Hyunjin x afab!reader (Y/N)

Summary: Hyunjin badly needs a haircut, and you're about to be his new favorite hairdresser.

WC: 1.95k

Content Warning: Intended for 18+ mature audiences, MDNI! Suggestive Content. Let me know if I missed anything else.

The rays of the early morning sun shine down as Hyunjin pulls up outside of his favorite salon, District 9. The exterior is a sleek and modern building with an interior design of black and white. You stand behind the cleric counter tapping away at the booking computer's keyboard. You've just opened, so you're the only one here. As he approaches the cleric counter you greet him with a smile and a small bow.

"Welcome to District 9! You must be Hyunjin. I'm Y/N and I'll be your hairdresser today. Do you know what kind of style you're looking for today?"

He confirms and gestures to his hair with a chuckle "I think it's time to cut this a bit shorter.” All through dance practice the previous evening his silky black hair had been falling in his eyes and sticking to the sweat trickling from his temples.

You smile again and laugh "I think I can handle that. Are you interested in any color?"

Hyunjin finds himself caught up in your laugh - it's so warm and sweet and it lights up your face. Your rich brown eyes crinkle at the edges and he notices you have the cutest lips with a perfect cupid's bow.

After a moment he realizes he still hasn't answered your question.

"Color? Hmm..." He ponders. He hadn't been thinking about color but he could be persuaded. "What would you recommend?"

You study him for a moment - taking in the fine planes and angles of his face - before turning and leading him back to the hair wash stations. "I think you'd look very nice with a deep burgundy color."

He follows you a few strides behind and takes in your outfit. You're wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck crop top and a free flowing red skater skirt paired with black over the knee boots. He can't help the fleeting thought about how hot you look.

Once you reach your assigned wash sink, you gesture for him to take a seat on the plush leather. He does as instructed and reclines back so his head is over the sink. You turn the water on and adjust the heat until it feels just right.

You have to lean over him slightly to thoroughly wet his hair. He looks up at you through his lashes and is startled to realize that he can just catch a glimpse of your underboob. It's just a small sliver of flesh, but it looks firm and perky, and delicious. His tongue flicks out to lick across his upper lip. He flushes slightly at the trajectory of his thoughts and squeezes his eyes shut hoping you don't notice.

He opens his eyes again as you turn off the water and glances up at you. You give him a smile before turning to pump some shampoo into your hands. As you work the shampoo into a lather you also begin to massage his scalp and it feels heavenly. He closes his eyes again and lets out a small sigh of pleasure as he melts into the seat. 

You smirk at the sigh, you know it feels good - the wash step is everyone's favorite part about a haircut. While his eyes are closed, you study his face closer. His face is absolutely stunning, and you notice a beauty mark just below his left eye. You also notice the remnants of the flush that painted his face as you leaned over him earlier.   He may be your client, but it seems that neither of you are immune to the other's charms. And that, that makes you want to make him feel better.

Continuing your massage, you begin lightly scratching your short nails across his scalp. A bolt of pleasure zings down his spine leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shivers slightly and groans softly. The feeling of your nails at his scalp is transferring directly to his cock. He struggles  to quell his growing arousal. After all, the hair salon isn't the place to pop a full boner. 

Eventually, you remove your hands from his head and Hyunjin almost whines from the loss. You turn the water back on to thoroughly rinse the shampoo out before pumping some conditioner into your hands and applying it. After a few minutes, you rinse out the conditioner and squeeze the water from his hair. You wrap his hair in a towel and then purposefully lean over him again before tapping his shoulder and letting him know he can get up.

He looks up and catches another glimpse of that tantalizing flesh before you straighten up. He subconsciously licks his lip again before moving to get up. He follows you to your hair cutting station. He could just be imagining it but your hips look like they have a little more sway during your steps - your skirt swishing teasingly.

He sits in the barber's chair and you fasten a cape around his neck before adjusting the chair to the proper height. You prepare your comb and clippers with a #4 guard and say "well, shall we get started then?" He nods and you begin running the clippers through his hair. 

He strikes up a small conversation with you while he studies you through the mirror in front of you. He studies the way that top clings to your breasts. The way your skirt flares out from your waist. He asks how long you've been a hairdresser. You reply that you've been doing hair for about 7 years now, that your family doesn't approve, and that this is your first month with District 9. That explains why he's never seen you before, he'd have remembered.

You continue your movements while engaging in his idle chitchat, the words flowing effortlessly. Once his hair is uniformly clipped, you switch to your pair of scissors for the finishing touches. You spin the chair around to work on his hair in the front and Hyunjin promptly finds himself face to face with your perfect breasts. The barber’s chair is set to just the right height - all Hyunjin would need to do is lean forward and his face would nestle straight between your globes. The ones that he was just admiring in the mirror. Instead, he takes in a steadying breath through his nose. Notes of jasmine, amber, and a hint of citrus invade his senses. You smell smell warm, sensual and inviting. Rather than steadying himself, his exhale is even shakier. 

You raise your arms to trim some uneven pieces of hair and your breasts rise with them. Christ. He groans to himself. He can tell you’re not wearing a bra, and if he’s not mistaken, he can see your nipples. Hard tips pressing against the ribbed material of your top. He can’t help but lick his lip again as he imagines what it would be like to take one of those points between his lips - his teeth. 

As you're trimming with your scissors, you leave the ghost of touches along the shell of his ears, and down the back of his neck. Brief and teasing, but innocent enough to be passed off as accidents. The feather light touches heat his skin andsend jolts of pleasure shivering across his body. Between everything - his thoughts, your smell, your touches - he’s rock hard in his jeans. He’s never been more thankful that the cape covers his entire lap. He wonders if you know what you're doing to him. (You do - and you love how responsive he seems to be).

As quickly as you turned him to face you, you spin him back around. You set down your comb and scissors and brush off any stray pieces of hair that remain stuck to his shoulders. You lean down and whisper in his ear “all done.” His brain seems to freeze as he feels your warm breath caressing his ear. Before he realizes it, you’re standing up straight as if nothing happened asking "what do you think? Have you given any more thought to color?"

His brain is still struggling to catch up. Did he just imagine that you whispered in his ear? He clears his throat and studies his reflection in the mirror. He thinks the hair cut is perfect and just what he wanted. He shouldn’t have his hair in his eyes for a least a couple months. After studying himself for a second, his eyes slide to look at your reflection. His hair might be cut, but he’s not quite ready to leave yet. He swallows and replies "the cut is perfect and I think I'd love to get some color."

You grin and excitedly reply "you want to go with the burgundy?"

He nods and you clap your hands and head off to mix the dye.

He watches you go with a smirk on his face. Just what are you doing to him he thinks. 

You return and apply the dye to his hair before setting a timer and leaning your back against the counter in front of him. You cross your arms, pushing your breasts together and up. After seeing them up close he wants to touch them so bad. To feel how they fill his palms, and to test their weight. He has to clench his jaw and his hands into fists below the cape before he does something that would be very inappropriate. 

You catch him staring and give him a smirk and wink. "Do you like what you see?" Your voice is low and sultry.

"Darling, you have no idea," he groans. You might have some idea you think to yourself.

You unfold your arms to push yourself up to sit on top of the counter. As you do so your skirt rises slightly. Hyunjin’s gaze tracks straight to the toned thighs that are revealed a little more. You cross your legs, allowing him a flash of your panties as you do. "Well, I like what I see too,” you say as you not so subtly look him up and down. He flushes slightly but meets your gaze. His twin orbs seeming to mirror the desire you feel. 

You spend the next 30 minutes waiting for the color to develop and exchanging flirty remarks. When the timer goes off you lead him back to the hair wash station. You know exactly what you’re doing as you take your final chance to lean over him. You take your time carefully rinsing the dye from his hair. 

Afterwards, you lead him back to the chair for a quick blow dry. As you fan the heated air across his hair, ears, and neck he can’t help but think of the warm air that came from your breath. He stares hard at your reflection while you work - thinking of this experience and all the things he’d like to do to you. Glancing at him in the mirror, you catch him staring. 

Turning off the blow dryer you place it back in its holding slot. You lower the barber’s chair to it’s resting position and remove the cape from around his neck. "Alright Hyunjin, if you're done checking me out, let's go ahead and get you checked out!" You grin at him and he smirks back, taking a moment to not so subtly adjust himself. Your eyes flick down to the way he grabs himself through his jeans. It’s your turn to lick your lips. 

At the cleric counter he hands you his sleek black card and you ring him up. He signs the receipt and leaves you a big tip. You hand him a copy of the receipt. At the bottom is a hastily scribbled note.

In case you want to do more than look ###-###-#### - <3 Y/N

A/N: Thanks for reading my second fic, y'all. I left this one suggestive but let me know if you'd be interested in a part 2.

Also, my requests are open and I'd love to hear your ideas!

Demon Hyunjin x curious male reader

From the time of Anno Domini

Summoning a demon what exactly could go wrong

Spell reference from chillin adventures of Sabrina

Y'all I'm thinking about updating this with the sunghoon one

You heard the scariest stories, the warnings they gave you and all the other rumors but you got too far to go back. Growing up you were always interested in the supernatural and spirituality and when you got older you decided to invest so much time in spirituality and witch magic to the point that you learned to do hexes , manifest stuff, speak with spirits and ghosts. There was a rumor that was going around your town that whoever would go in the mines would never come out.but it was just a silly rumor to scare children until an old lady told you the real reason people disappear in the mines is because of an evil insatiable spirit that was trapped there by old witches that passed by the town, to be specific it was trapped in a time loop.

Curiosity got the best of you, you wanted to know more,What could you do..... You were just a curious boy, and Halloween was coming up so it was just perfect timing

October 31st.You got your materials ready;candles, salt to seal the spirit , chalk and a spell book the Weird old lady gave you for some reason.At 2:30 you started to make your way to the mines with a flash light of course. Navigating an old mine was hard because people never bothered operating in it for years.After struggling it navigate the mine you finally got to an opening with chains on the floor and blood smeared on the walls. You started setting up your material for the summoning spell after that you grabbed the spell book and started looking for a spell which was the hard part cause they weren't sure which spell was the correct one cause you never really worked with a spell book

You then opened to a page and immediately your instinct told you this was it, you weren't sure if it was the correct one but it was worth the try

"Here I stand humble beseecher,I summon thee--" you didn't even get halfway through the spell but it was getting all cold and chilly

"I summon thee and grant thee pass into this unholy kingdom, I am the gate for you who is lost and forsaken, bestow your gaze on this land, abandon all hope for yee who sets eye on you I bring you back from the time of Anno domini"

When I tell ur hyunjin has a long dick and knows how to top I mean it😖 if only he was gay and I was anything closer to good looking😭

ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ Hyunjin x male reader ₊˚🕯️🖤

One more chance

You've always dreamed about being an idol but you never really had the confidence too until your friends pushed you to audition for the new JYP boy group audition and fortunately you passed and made your debut and it was a smash.

Being in jyp entertainment you always pass by a lot of artists in the hallway,you even accidentally bumped into lily and yunah.Then one day you passed by hyunjin in the hallway and he was majestic as you thought he would be even though he was sweaty his sweat was so majestic.You knew I'm you weren't allowed to date but you couldn't help it, you were obsessed. You knew exactly what time he got in the building and what time he got out so you just passed by pretending to go to the dance room.

Hyunjin noticed the first time and was obsessed too but he was so busy that he barely got to just get a glance at your face so every time you passed him on the hallway he just took a look back for a second then walked away to make sure you didn't see him.

Then he decided to make some time for you watching you secretly practicing in the dance room and from there it escalated to having lunch together and meeting up in the studio or dance room cause going to restaurant you would be seen by paparazzi.The only place you could be alone was in the studio and after work hours where everyone left.You basically had a lot of sex there

Until one day you got into an argument because he was making out with a fanboy and his excuse being that you haven't been giving him enough sex.He tried everything but he obviously knew there was no way of getting through that hot head of you so he decided to give you some space. it been like that for weeks not communication and you even blocked his number.

Your group was invited to the golden disc awards and so was hyunjin's group.Unfortunately for you you were sat in front of him so he kept fidgeting with the back of your chair.Deep inside hyunjin was really sorry but didn't know what to do to make it up to you.

You walked to the bathroom to pee and hyunjin got an idea and he followed you to the bathroom and when you saw him get in you walked away but before you could leave he grabbed you dragging to one stall locking the door"before you say anything just listen to me" his grip on you arms tightens "I know I messed and I fucked up big time I'm sorry but..... Pleaase baby boy I've given you enough space and time I'm sorry" his eyes glimmer with regret and pain

"Hyunjin let me go someone is gonna see us"you struggle to break free but both of you know you are not leaving until you accept his apology

"No one is gonna see this baby boy" he unzips his pants and grabs your hand putting it on his hard one crotch eager to be released from the clutches of his boxers"see this is how much I need you pleaaaase just say you forgive me"

"Hyune i-i"what are you gonna do his eyes just tell you how desperate and sorry his but what he did is wrong should you forgive him? You decide to slide you hand in his boxers and grab his cock stroking it to see his reaction and he let's out a soft moan" ahh.... Yeah baby boy does this mean you forgive me"

"Yeah I guess but on one condition"

"Anything for you baby boy" hyunjin said while he bucked his hips towards rubbing his dick on your palm eargerly "you have to let me be in control for once" you said stroking his dick a bit"Sure sure anything for my boy....I'll let you do anything to me just keep doing what you're doing pleaase" he kept bucking his hips forward urging you to continue. You pulled his boxers down and started stroking his cock teasing his tip while he cornered you in the stall nuzzling his head on your neck while letting out soft moans "oh yeah keep going I'm close" his cock was pulsating with heat as you stroked it you could tell his horny he was

"Ahh... Mmmmh babe I'm Cumming" he shoots his seed on you your palm and some shoots over at you pants, hyunjin groans in pleasure as he dick still realising his reminants of his seed"t-thank you baby boy for helping me get off and forgiving me" he pulled up his boxers and zipped up his pants and kissed your forehead and grab you hand leading you to the fauset "come one time for wash off that cum off" he helped you wash your palm that was filled with his cum and grabbed a tissue and whipped off some of it that spilled on your pants.

You walked out the bathroom and went back to your seats but hyunjin couldn't stop thinking about what he could do to you when you were alone together

Y'all need to stop saying Felix is a bottom I mean he maybe but let me tell u from a bottom's perspective. We're also curious about how it feels to top

Lemme tell u hyunjin was probably a top at first but became a switch just to let Felix top I just know that's how their relationship works