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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.”

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“ Because your best friend would do anything to win. ”

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YOU LET THE BALL LEAVE YOUR FINGERS.

It lifts itself in the air for a mere few seconds before it drops upon the smooth wooden alley, rolling along with moderate speed. You watch with anticipation, as it reaches the final pin, a smile reaching your lips when the ball easily takes down the fragile object.

S P A R E !

The verdict is shown, and you looked over your shoulder to a less smug boy, pouting as he crossed his arms, slumping deeper in the plastic seating of the alley.

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just like you

pairing: ex!hyunjin x reader

genre: smut, angst, one-shot

wc: 3.7k

synopsis: you’re trying to move on from your toxic ex boyfriend when you run into him at the club—only to find out that he has a brand new girlfriend that looks just like you

warnings: toxic behavior, possessiveness, degrading language, cursing, jealousy, unprotected sex, oral sex, dom!hyunjin, idk it’s just messy and toxic lol

The lights are dim, a sultry red, the air is thick with lust. Intertwining figures and colliding bodies crowd your vision as you sip on your third drink of the night, the spirit inside the glass doing nothing to enhance yours.

You’re bored.

It’s Friday and you came to the club looking to get a little drunk and have a little fun. You deserve some after all, especially after Hyunjin. You swore to him that you’d be happier without him when you ended things. Maybe it was a lie at first, but you are determined to make it your reality. And for the most part, it was.

You are free to do as you please, free from the arguments, free from his jealousy. No longer suffocating from the tight grip that the relationship had around your throat. Now you can breathe.

A lot of guys gave you their attention, many much sweeter than him. You enjoyed their affections and frequently indulged in their tender care, but you quickly turned disinterested. Truthfully, you didn’t want sweet, you want fun.

You’re bored.

Staring out onto the dance floor as some sleazy guy chatted you up by the bar, you gaze aimlessly, trying to find anything that could distract from the buzzing in your ear. Some are dancing, some are kissing, touching, some are even crying. The venue is packed to the brim. It’s almost impossible to differentiate the faces that flood the room, but his was unmistakable.

You spot Hyunjin in the middle of the crowd. His hair is messy, eyes hooded, lips quirked, as cocky as ever. Beads of sweat adorn his skin, glistening under the lights. He’s dancing with a girl.

A girl that looks just like you.

It was as if he exchanged you for clone. As if he sought out your doppelgänger, a carbon copy to replace you. She was the same height, had the same hair, wore the same clothes. Everything was just like you.

But she wasn’t you, and Hyunjin knew this.

Yet, she was close enough and doted on him greatly. Showering him with love and affection—something you never did.

Granted, she wasn’t as sharp witted and not nearly as fun. She doesn’t really understand his humor nor his aspirations. But when the lights are dim while they’re having sex…it almost looks like it’s you he’s fucking.

It’s fucked up, Hyunjin knows this. But you decided cut him out of your life, so he had no other choice. This was the next best option. He resorted to going through the motions, doing what feels good in the moment, not really thinking about the implications or consequences.

Hyunjin was never the type to plan things out anyways, always acting on impulse. It was one of the main reasons you broke up. He couldn’t be the dependable, poised boyfriend you wanted him to be. He was unpredictable, and so, so jealous.

His jealousy stemmed from his uncontrollable passion for you—love, as he called it. He loved you so much that he couldn’t stand letting other men be around you. He wanted to be the only man you needed. His twisted possessive tendencies frequently caused him to lash out—but it was all out of love.

Emotions constantly ran high between you two. One day he would praise you like a queen, and the next argue with you like you’re his worst enemy. Both scenarios always led to passionate sex at the end of the night. The kind of lovemaking that kept you tied to each other. The kind that drowned you in so much intensity that you couldn’t tell if it was love or hate. The kind that drove you mad while keeping you sane.

It was a toxic cycle. You knew it was unhealthy and that’s why you left. It was for the best that you both find different people, but clearly, Hyunjin refused to change his ways.

Seeing him with his copycat girlfriend made you scoff. Stubbornness was a trait you both shared, but seeing his pitiful attempt to move on from your relationship made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. At least you weren’t miserable enough to find his look-alike to string along and act as a substitute Hyunjin. No, you can do so much better.

You turn around to order another drink, less than amused by what you’ve seen and craving some form of entertainment. A few minutes pass and you’re just about finished with your glass, still barely buzzed, when your attention diverts to a hand on your shoulder.

“Babe, don’t disappear like that again. I just spent the last ten minutes looking for y—“

Hyunjin freezes when he realizes who he has mistaken for his girlfriend.

Looks like the entertainment found you tonight.

“Still a possessive asshole, aren’t you?” You lean against the bar, a smirk on your face. “And you really chose a girl who looks so much like me that you can’t tell the difference? Pathetic.”

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle, but his eyes glare at you with annoyance. “You’re truly conceited if you think I’m trying to find you in the girls I date.”

It’s impossible for Hyunjin to find another who fulfills all of what you are to him. But he’d never admit that to you.

“And you’re truly delusional if you don’t think that girl is basically my twin.” You scoff, his smug attitude hitting your nerves and pissing you off in a special way that only he can.

“You wish you were her twin. She’s hotter than you, more caring,” He clicks his tongue. “And gives better head.”

You knew his last comment was a boldfaced lie. Hyunjin was a slave to your blowjobs and never failed to express how much he loved fucking your mouth, how it was the best head he’s ever gotten. It’s one of the things that made you swell with pride—to see him writhe with endless pleasure as you took him in, licked him sloppily and sucked him clean.

Hyunjin purposefully said it to get under your skin. You knew it too. So you make your move to get under his.

“Is that so?” You murmur, closing the distance. “Does she know how you like it?”

Hyunjin stiffens when you approach him. You’re inches from his chest, head tilted back, looking at him inquisitively as he gazes back with clouded eyes, cryptic emotion brewing behind his pupils.

“Does she know how much you enjoy getting your dick deep-throated? How you love it when I kiss the tip before taking you all in?”

You pause, leaving your mouth parted to give him a view of what he’s missing. Hyunjin gulps as he stares at your plush lips, your wet tongue sitting so nicely in your mouth.

“How much it turns you on to see my eyes roll back and watch the saliva drip down my neck? How good it feels when it hits the back of my throat and how I never stop sucking you off until every last drop of your cum is drained?”

You place a hand on his shoulder, lightly brushing against his skin as you slide it down his chest, lingering on his stomach right above his waistline. Hyunjin shudders at the contact, jaw clenched as he strains to keep his composure. Everything you said is exactly what he’s been trying to forget, yet desires so badly.

“I bet she doesn’t fuck you like I do. Messily, desperately, insatiable, like a pornstar.” You hum in his ear. “I always ride you so well, don’t I?”

Hyunjin’s lust is currently in a battle with his pride to decide which will succeed in overtaking his next actions. His mind urges him not to give in to his primal instincts to bend you over and fuck you into oblivion—despite the tent growing in his pants.

“C’mon baby, just tell me that you miss me. I bet you’d rather take me home tonight and remind me how good that dick feels.” Your fingers dance along his belt, tugging at the loops.

“Don’t you miss me, Jinnie?”

“Fuck. Miss you so bad.” He grunts as you pull back, forcing his groin against yours. He lowers his face, mere centimeters from yours. “Wanna fuck you so bad.”

You smile as you gaze at his face, his eyes are glazed and lips hungry, searching for yours. When Hyunjin dives in for a kiss, ready to devour you whole, you push him away, making him stumble backwards, dazed and frustrated by your antics.

“I might be petty, but I’m not gonna stoop that low.” With a sly grin, you point to his boner. “Have fun explaining that to your girlfriend though.”

Without a second glance, you turn and walk away. The sound of a distant argument hits your ears as you exit the club, bringing a satisfied smile to your face. It might’ve been a shallow fight, but you won this one. You’re pleased knowing that you’ve successfully beat Hyunjin at his own game. Though, if you had stayed a moment longer, he might’ve noticed your flushed cheeks and trembling thighs.

No matter how much you hate him, Hyunjin never fails to affect you. His mere presence brings shockwaves to your core, especially when he looks at you like that—like you’re the object of his most sensual desires.

You shake off your fluster during the ride home, cooling off in the shower once you reach your apartment, calming your nerves before climbing into bed.

But you can’t sleep.

The excitement from being so close to him won’t wash off of you. You’ve been horny since you saw him in the club, and whether you want to admit it or not, you missed him too.

Taking matters into your own hands, you slip off your pajama bottoms and begin touching yourself over your panties, rubbing circles against the fabric, imagining it was Hyunjin’s fingers instead. Just as you approached an orgasm, a heavy fist raps against the door, throwing you off of your high.

You stagger out of bed, frazzled and irritated at whoever was knocking at your door at this hour. You’re shocked when you see Hyunjin’s figure through the peephole, distressed as he continues slamming his fist against the wood.

Carefully, you crack the door open just enough to show your face and ask him what the hell he was doing here.

“Don’t you want to finish our conversation?” He taps his foot, annoyed. “C’mon baby, just let me in. I’m not a stranger to this place.”

Reluctantly, you allow him to enter. Hyunjin immediately makes himself at home, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, leaning against the kitchen cabinets as he gulps it down.

“She gave me an earful, thanks to you.” He gripes.

You cross your arms in annoyance. “So what, you came here just to complain?”

“I came here because you’re going to finish what you started.”

Hyunjin sets the bottle down and approaches you. His figure looms over yours, engulfing you with his shadow. He looks angry yet his touch is gentle when he places a hand on your waist. You tense under his touch but don’t flinch.

“You must be deaf, because I told you it’s not happening. Go back to your girlfriend and maybe just squint and pretend she’s me.” You scoff, brushing his hand off of you.

Your attempt to get him to back off only draws him closer, his chest almost pressed to yours.

“She’s not my girlfriend any more.” He rolls his eyes. “So you can drop the self-righteous act and get what you’ve been waiting for all night.”

You pause for a moment, soaking in the revelation that Hyunjin and his girlfriend just broke up. Was it because of you? Is it fucked up that you feel a bit proud? It fuels your ego to know that you still have him wrapped around your finger, though it shouldn’t matter to you anymore. Maybe Hyunjin couldn’t resist you, but that doesn’t mean you should give in to him. It’s not like you want him back.

“What makes you think that I want you?”

You try to stand your ground, but your footing is shaken when he throws his head back to laugh, combing a hand through his hair as he watches you, amused. He always looked gorgeous when he acted cocky. You hated it.

“The way you looked at me in the club. The way you can’t seem to make eye contact with me now. Scared you might give in too easily?”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Then look at me, darling.” Hyunjin lifts your chin towards him. “You don’t have to act coy. Tell me what you want. You know I can make you feel good.”

You scoff, turning your head away, but he forces your gaze back on him.

“C’mon baby, don’t play those games. I’m starting to get impatient and I’m not afraid to admit that I want to fuck your brains out tonight.” He brings your face closer to his. “Just like old times, hmm? Make you cum for me three, four times? How’s that sound?”

Hyunjin smirks as he hovers over you, eyes roaming your body, wandering over all the spots he plans to touch, kiss and fuck. You can’t help but envision how good his lips would feel on your neck as you stare at them, plump right in front of you.

“Sounds like a load of bullshit.” You refuse to concede to him, to your own desires. “You’re a fool if you think you’re capable of that.”

“Don’t test me, sweetheart. I’ll make you eat your words.”

You’ve provoked him far enough. Now Hyunjin is determined to put you in your place. And he plans to do so by giving you the best sex of your life, sex that’ll have you begging him to stay, sex that’ll make you never even consider fucking another man besides him again.

He starts feeling up your leg, fingers drifting over your bare skin, sending shivers through your body. They linger between your thighs, caressing the supple surface before sliding over your core, brushing against your soaked panties.

Hyunjin smiles once he feels how wet you are, a surge of pride flowing through his veins and straight to his cock. It pleases him to know that he still has this effect on you, and the thought turns him on.

He lowers his head to your ear, whispering. “Even if you won’t admit it, your body still responds to me the same way.”

Slowly stroking you through your panties, his fingers become wet with every touch. “C’mon baby, all you have to do is ask and I’ll make you feel real good.”

You’re dripping at this point, completely defenseless in the palm of his hand. The knot in your stomach only grows tighter.

“Please.” You mumble, lips turned down into a frown yet your eyes are begging.

At the sound of your plea, Hyunjin slips his hand underneath the fabric and begins fingering you, feverishly kissing you while he rubs your clit.

You moan into his mouth, unable to restrain your want for him any longer. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”

Though he’s normally the type to tease you a bit before letting you cum, Hyunjin is desperate to touch you right now. He’s too swept up in his desire to give you fireworks that his movements don’t cease for a minute, accelerating your approaching orgasm. He kisses you sloppily as he continues his work on your pussy. A cacophony of moans and squelching fills the room as you reach your high, gripping onto his arms as you cum on his fingers.

Satisfied with the mess he made of you, Hyunjin commands you to get on your knees. He unzips his pants, pulling out his hard cock as you obey his orders and kneel down before him.

“Open up sweetheart, use this mouth for what it was made for—taking in my cock.”

He presses the tip against your lips, studying you with intense focus.

“You told me how good you are at using it—why don’t you prove it to me?”

Hyunjin goes crazy for your blowjobs, and though it appears that he’s the one in control of this situation, you know he’ll be at your mercy once you start sucking him off. So you turn the tides, staring directly into his eyes as you plant a wet kiss on the tip—just how he likes it—before taking him in, inch by inch.

Hyunjin shudders at the sensation, reveling in the feeling of his cock in your mouth. It’s a feeling he’s missed dearly. Nothing really compares to your warm, wet tongue coating his dick with saliva combined with the image of you on your knees, eyes watering as you suck him off like a good little slut.

He lets out a moan as he starts thrusting into your mouth, growing needy and impatient. Tears stream down your face when he hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag on his cock.

“Fuck that feels so good.” Hyunjin grunts. “Such a good slut for me. You always are.”

Before he completely loses himself, he pulls your hair back, freeing his dick from your mouth before he cums. You wipe the drool from the corner of your lips, looking up at him with a smirk.

“What? Scared you’ll cum too fast?” You challenge.

“Oh I’ll make sure to fill you up with plenty of my cum later, darling.” He pulls you to your feet. “But gotta make sure you remember how good I fuck you first.”

Hyunjin spins you around, pinning you to the wall. He whispers in your ear as he strips your panties off, lining up his cock at your entrance.

“How many guys did you fuck while I was gone?”

“None of your fucking business.”

He slaps a hand to your ass, making you yelp. His fingers move to your core, rubbing circles, making sure you’re wet enough for him—you are. Once you’re all prepped to take him in, Hyunjin slips his cock into your pussy in a single motion, garnering a lewd moan from you.

He starts fucking you—hard. Ramming his dick into you deep, just how you like it.

“Were any of them better than me?” He growls.

The thought of another man making you feel good, touching you—even looking at you got him fuming. No one gets the privilege of seeing you naked like this but him. No one gets to touch your pussy but him.

Between his thrusts, you manage to get some words out. “The Hyunjin I know wouldn’t ask something so insecure.”

He gives you a hard thrust, making you whine. “Answer me.”

“I think you know.” You glare at him.

“Tell me then. Say it.” He snaps.

“Make me.”

Hyunjin turns you around so that you’re facing him. He lifts your leg, spreading you wide so that he can fuck you deeper. He’s pissed off, fucking you angrily, fucking you hard enough to make the attitude go away, until you’re rendered a whimpering mess, a mindless whore for his cock.

You’re crying, the pleasure of his dick hitting you repeatedly is overwhelming. You’re at your limit. But just as you approach your high, he slips out of you. Pinning your arms on the wall above your head, he brings his face close to yours, staring you in the eyes.

“Say how good I fuck you or you’re not cumming.” He threatens.

“Fuck, Hyunjin, please just—“

“Say it.”

“You fuck me so good.” You cry, desperate to do anything to make him keep fucking you.

He smiles, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Am I the best fuck you’ve ever had?”

You nod, tears falling down your flushed cheeks.

“And no other guys have ever, nor will ever, fuck you as good as me?”

You frantically bob your head.

“Use your words.”

“N-no one can fuck me as good as you, Jinnie.” You sniffle.

“Good girl.” He smiles.

Finally, he begins fucking you again, this time not holding anything back. He gives it to you hard, gives you everything he has. Hyunjin doesn’t stop fucking you even when you scream with pleasure, the ecstasy from your orgasm causing your body to shake under his grip.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy.” Hyunjin’s movements start to falter, his motion unsteady. “So good for me. Always so good.”

He’s going to cum soon and so are you. You’re a babbling mess, barely recovered from your last orgasm yet about to cum for him again.

“I love you, darling. You know that don’t you?” Hyunjin presses his forehead to yours, his sweat dripping onto your skin.

“I love you so fucking much. Can’t you see that? I get jealous because I love you. Because you’re mine.”

He’s on the brink of tears as he professes his love for you. Why don’t you get it? Everything he every did, every hurtful thing he ever said was only because he didn’t know how else to control his love for you. He wants you so bad. He needs you in order to function.

“Tell me you love me too.”

Hyunjin looks down at you sternly, eager to hear the words slip out of your mouth. He needs to hear them. He’ll die if he doesn’t.

“L-love you.” You whimper, exhausted and dazed. “So much.”

Your confession sends him over the edge. Hyunjin cums once he hears you say it—that you love him too. He knows you do, that’s why he never truly moved on after you left him. Because in his mind, you were never really gone. You were always his.

As you come down from your highs, Hyunjin doesn’t let you leave his arms, holding you close, kissing you all over as if to mark his territory on every inch of your skin.

“I knew you wanted me too. Just had to fuck it out of you.” He chuckles as he releases you from his grasp.

You remove yourself from his hold and glare at him. “Shut it, Hyunjin. This is the last time that this will ever happen.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see if that holds true tomorrow morning.”

Before you can form a rebuttal, Hyunjin heads to your bedroom, a devilish grin on his face. He’s already gotten what he needed out of you and now that he knows he can have you, he’s never going to let you go again. Besides, there’s no one else like you in this world. No one for him but you.

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The “Spy” - Hwang Hyunjin

A/N: @taichoushadow​ I hope it is somewhat good and okay.

Warnings: Brief roleplay, smut, Hyunjin being tied up, rope being used, teasing, dirty talk, nudism, explicit language, descriptive scenes, toys/vibrator being used, nipple play, slight edging, fingering, cum tasting, unprotected sex(readers on the pill), aftercare, cockwarming.

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You waited on the bed for Hyunjin to enter, recently you’ve been having some dreams about being a spy, and you probably shouldn’t have told him because he had suggested roleplaying to test it out, you weren’t too optimistic, but it was worth a try.

The bedroom door opens, and you turn to look at him, finding him wearing a pair of leather pants, that seemed to fit extremely tight, and a white button-up. He looks at you as you slowly got up from the bed, his black-coloured hair covering part of his eyes.

“I’m here to arrest you and take you back to headquarters,” He says. You fight the urge to laugh, you do, but you just couldn’t get used to the script. You bite the inside of your cheeks and move towards him, not saying a word because you knew if you did, you would end up laughing. “Y/n… I’m here to arrest you,” You grab onto his shirt, twisting your fingers into the fabric and pulling him further into the room, and shutting the door with your other hand, before pulling him towards a chair you had already set up. “Are you taking me, hostage?” You turn him towards the chair and lean forward, making him step back and sit down on the chair. You reach for the rope you had near the chair and tie one of his wrists to the armrests before looking up at him.

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the big, bad wolf || hwang hyunjin oneshot

》》 pairing: hyunjin x female reader

》》 summary: every year, you and the boys celebrate halloween with a party at hyunjin's - who just so happens to be your mortal frenemy. every year, you all dress up. this year, however, you decide to make it a bit more interesting: everyone picks an outfit for their random secret santa partner. it seems like a bit of innocent fun, but felix has an idea...

》》 word count: 2.4k

》》 genre/tags: halloween au, not quite e2l but e2 like...sexy tension???, suggestive themes (mostly just implications), a little bit of crack lmao

》》 warnings: cliche cheesy dirty flirting (come on hyunjin you're better than this), thicc romantic and sexual tension, reader is a simp in denial, suggestive themes, implied smut at the end, talk of biting but no actual biting, reader has dom vibes, hyunjin is bold until someone else is bolder

》》 notes: my first oneshot on this blog! I already wrote a halloween drabble, but I felt like writing something bigger than that and my friend (I see u vi) inspired me by suggesting some spicy hyunjin content. n e ways, happy halloween everyone! and if u don’t celebrate halloween, I hope u have a lovely weekend <3

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Halloween is always fun with your friend group. I mean, it's fun anyway - lots of cheap candy, neighbourhood celebrations, an excuse to get way too drunk - it's just a lot more fun with eight other crackheads.

You guys have a sort of tradition going by now, even though each year is a bit different. Hyunjin throws the party, Minho brings the alcohol and hides it from Chan until it's too late to stop everyone from getting shitfaced, Jeongin and Felix bring ungodly amounts of candy, and Jisung is a skeleton (literally every single year - it started when you called Tate Langdon's skeleton makeup hot, and it never ended).

Everyone (except Jisung) keeps their costume a secret - unless they're Chan and Felix, in which case they do couple costumes and keep it a secret from everyone else. Sometimes you even decide on a theme, like the year before the last, where everyone was supposed to dress as their favourite Pokemon. This inevitably led to intense fighting roleplays to assert dominance as your respective type, and in order to spare your reputation in the neighbourhood, you decided the next theme would be a little less wild.

This year, the theme was 'secret Santa costumes', meaning you each picked a random name from a hat to decide who you would be buying a costume for and a few days before Halloween, you were given your own costume to wear to the party by whoever pulled your name from the hat of destiny.

Technically that's not how secret Santa works, but no one questions Chan when it comes to holiday business.

You just so happened to get Jisung, and while the temptation to keep the skeleton thing going just for the meme was definitely there, you ultimately decided he should be a classic bedsheet ghost - except with no eye or hand holes cut out. You know, to add a little sprinkle of chaos to his already very chaotic life.

The lovely boy who decided your spooky fate was Felix, who had coincidentally been in charge of buying Hyunjin’s costume too - when you asked why, he said it was because the number of people was uneven, so he had kindly volunteered to take on an extra. You had honestly expected him to pick something weird or wild for you, so you were quite surprised by the outfit he had settled on.

"Is this...little red riding hood?" you had asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stared at the dress and hood in your hands.

"Yep! I saw it the other day and I thought it would be nice to go for one of the classics, you know?" he had explained, smiling as if he was ever so proud about his decision. Something about the hint of mischief in his eyes made you suspicious, but you had let it slide. "You don't mind, right?"

No, you didn't mind. You had given Jisung a ghost costume, so you didn’t really have room to speak on the originality of Felix’s decision. Besides, the dress didn’t look too cheap, nor did it look especially short, and the hood-cape made you feel way too powerful for someone wearing a $20 Target costume.

So you really didn't mind at all, until it came to the day of the party. Now, as you stand in the doorway to Hyunjin’s apartment, you suddenly mind a lot more.

”Lee Felix, I’m going to decorate the lawn with your fucking intestines, oh my god!” you whisper-yell to the boy who conveniently manages to dart away with the excuse of needing to help Jeongin open all the candy bags. Your angry eyes follow his retreating blue form - Chan picked his outfit this year, and of course he decided Felix should be an Among Us character.

Everyone in the group knows about the slight tension (read: obvious beef) between you and Hyunjin. Technically speaking, you’re friends. He invites you to his parties, you hang out with him when he’s with the boys. It’s just that neither of you can stand each other, because you’re both very bold and even more stubborn.

Whenever the two of you are together, you bicker like children and it’s pretty much endless. You could probably throw insults (and the occasional murder threat) at each other all day if the other members didn’t interrupt, and on those days you’d be more than happy to teach Hyunjin a lesson with a nice, strong punch in the nose if the opportunity were ever to present itself.

So, with this in mind, it’s quite clear why you’re planning Felix’s murder when you see Hyunjin walking around as the big, bad wolf.

You’re genuinely considering sneaking out the front door before anyone else sees you and running back to your apartment (because Felix just so happens to be your ride home), but fate decides to mess with you and suddenly, Hyunjin locks eyes with you from across the living room.

The way a huge smile instantly graces his pretty face sends a rush of butterflies, followed by anger, through you as you stare back at him. His clip on wolf ears are admittedly quite cute, but the fake fangs he’s wearing send your thoughts in a very different direction. As he makes his way over, you suddenly wish you had followed Felix to the kitchen - at least they keep the alcohol in there. In his living room, you’ve got no choice but to deal with Hyunjin while sober.

”Well, would you look at that? Seems like I found my little red riding hood.” he teases with a wink, leaning against the wall beside the door.

When you scoff at him, he gives you another big grin and you can’t help but stare at the fangs again. The vibrant blue contact lenses he’s wearing make his gaze feel intense even when he’s smiling, and the way his long, blonde hair falls freely gives him a glow that’s both angelic and positively demonic. He looks so annoyingly handsome, as per usual; if only his personality wasn’t the personification of the words ‘cocky asshole’. You can’t help but think it’s a huge waste of beauty.

“Excuse me-” you begin, ready to start the first round of arguing, but he cuts you off like the annoying brat he is.

“You’re excused,” he says, thinking his comment was very smart, and if it wasn’t a night meant for fun and games, you might’ve killed him on the spot.

“Fine, excuse you. I’m not your little red riding hood. In fact, I’m not your anything, thank you very much,” you snap, brushing past his tall figure as you head to the table the boys have set up to the side. There’s an array of Halloween-themed food, prepared by Chan, and you settle for a red velvet cupcake decorated with black frosting and what you assume are meant to be cat ears poking out of it.

“Right, sure, but we’re still matching tonight. It’s kind of like-”

This time, you cut him off. “It’s not like Chan and Felix. It’s not. We’re not wearing couple costumes, so don’t say it.”

He shuts his mouth (finally) and you take it as your cue to leave before he says something else to piss you off. Unfortunately, he seems to have the desire to ruin your night further and chooses to follow you on your journey.

“So anyway, I guess this was Felix’s plan, right?” He gestures to your costumes. “Unless you had something to do with it, that is.”

You don’t bother to address the second part of what he said and instead just nod, scanning the room for the previously mentioned mastermind. As soon as you can get your hands on that boy, you swear you’ll slaughter him for subjecting you to Hyunjin’s torturous teasing all night.

“He was already on thin ice after trying to tell me Bulbasaur is a better starter than Charmander, but now he’s actually dead to me,” you growl out once you spot him sitting beside Minho, laughing happily with his classic red solo cup and a slice of chocolate cake. Jeongin sits beside them, tearing open bags of candy with no assistance from Felix, because of course he was lying about helping him earlier.

Hyunjin laughs softly and you curse your heart for skipping a beat at the sound. Sometimes it feels like your head hates Hyunjin while your body is stupid enough to like him, and it’s part of the reason why you hate talking to him so much. Every time you stop throwing insults and sass at him and instead sit back and listen to what he has to say, a part of you realises you don’t exactly have a proper reason for disliking him. He’s not all that bad, and sometimes you even find yourself laughing at his jokes and witty remarks.

But you’d really rather not go through the endless cycle of those thoughts right now, especially when the cause of your problems is standing beside you eating a chocolate bar.

“I have to say, though,” you comment as you turn to look him up and down, “the big, bad wolf concept suits you pretty well.”

Before he can accept the compliment, you continue. “You’re both big, hairy beasts who dress like grandmas.”

The obvious offence on his face is so satisfying you almost wanna snap a photo to reflect on this moment in the future, but you refrain from doing so. He would just pose anyway, and the photo would probably end up making your stupid heart flutter again.

“Well, at least you think I’m big. Besides, if dressing like a grandma gets me closer to eating you, then I suppose it’s a sacrifice I’ll have to make,” he whispers in a husky, seductive voice that kind of makes you want to choke-slam him, but you suspect he might enjoy that anyway.

It angers you when he makes flirty comments like that, because as annoying as they are and despite you knowing full well he only says it to get under your skin, it still makes your heart race every time. Maybe in another universe, Hyunjin is a sweet boy who innocently flirts with you and brings you roses instead of a big, bad bitch who’s just acting like a horny teenager. Annoyingly enough though, you think you’d fall for him either way.

You turn away with the intention of finally escaping to the kitchen to grab something to drink, hoping to settle the thoughts dancing around your head, but he reaches for your wrist. The feeling of his fingers pressing warmth into your skin just makes your head spin even more, and you’re so distracted you don’t pull away from him.

"Aw, don’t run away now. Are you scared of me, little red? There’s no need to be, I’m just joking. I won’t bite unless you beg me to."

You pull your arm back as soon as the words leave his mouth. Hyunjin has a lot of things (a severely irritating personality, a stupidly handsome face for such an asshole, a loud voice solely meant for pissing you off on a daily basis, the list goes on), but the thing he definitely has most is the fucking audacity.

However, the most annoying part by far is the way you feel your face heat up when you register the last thing he said. You’d rather die than let him make you flustered, so you shake your head slightly to clear those thoughts from your mind and look him in the eye again.

"Scared? Me?" you scoff, staring him down with a steady glare and if he was anyone else, he'd probably shiver in fear.

Unfortunately, he is not anyone else. He is Hwang Hyunjin, and Hwang Hyunjin does not shiver; he beams with a smug grin and makes your blood boil.

"Mhm. Look at you. You’re basically dressed as my prey tonight, babe." He purrs the pet name like the absolute fuckboy he is. "And sure, the real you is feisty, but you're all bark and no bite."

The overly confident, proud smirk on his face makes him look like a damn peacock flaunting its feathers, and you decide then and there that you'll do anything to get rid of it.

"All bark," you echo his words, walking towards him slowly, "and no bite, huh?"

You swear you see his eyes widen for a split second at your change in demeanor before the stupid smirk returns, and the little rush of victory you feel from catching him off guard is enough to keep you walking forward.

His gaze never leaves yours, especially when you're standing on the tips of your toes in front of him, noses just barely brushing against each other. Your hands grip his shoulder to balance you, and you run a finger over his collarbone up towards his cheek, where you gently cup his face. The small distance between the two of you means you can hear his slightly uneven breathing and see the curiosity swirling in his bright blue eyes as he waits for your next move.

You reach a hand up and thread your fingers through his long, bleach blonde hair, and his breath hitches when you gently tug at it. Even his wolf ears almost seem to droop submissively. He doesn't dare move, but his eyes keep flicking down to your lips and back up again.

"Now, that's just not true at all, is it?" you whisper, tilting your head as if waiting for an answer, but he can't find the words to form a witty response. It’s about time he learned some manners, really, even if he needed your guidance for that.

"I'm warning you now," you continue, "you might wanna watch your tone. I might look like your prey, but I promise I bite harder than you do, babe."

You make sure to emphasise the pet name, purring it in the same way he did minutes before. He bites down on his bottom lip, and the way his fangs press into them makes you lick your own lips nervously. It seems as though he can't take the tension anymore, because he goes to lean in and finally close the distance between the two of you as his hands find your hips.

Of course, you'd never let him have that control, especially after his bold attitude from earlier. Even though the temptation to lean in is certainly there, you step away from him and smile sweetly.

"Learned your lesson yet, puppy?"

He doesn’t respond for a moment, clearly still taking in what just happened. When he registers your question, he tilts his head to the side as if in thought - the way a dog might, funnily enough - before he hums quietly.

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should teach me once more, little red,” he suggests, voice low and slightly breathless, “but preferably a bit more in depth this time.”

- ᴇ ɴ ᴅ -

(A/N: AHHHHH I haven’t written a oneshot in SUCH a long time oh my god,,,,, it was a lot of fun tho even if I’m not super confident writing full things. this one was short anyway so I kinda feel like it doesn’t count, but I’m still v happy to finally post my first skz oneshot! I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for reading <3)

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So sorry if this is too awkward. But can I get a oneshot about Hyunjin comforting his girlfriend when she’s on her period. I honestly have the worst pain, it’s unreal! Maybe he comforts her and soothes her when she has really bad cramps??

It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna write it!

ily

Pairings. Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings. None just Hyunjin being the best boyfie ever

Word count. 0.5K

A/n. Hii you're my first request ahh this is exciting i really hope this was able to fullfill your desires and to you and the other readers please let me know if this was good all the feedback is needed. One more thing this is 100% not awkwaed at all like i said i will write about almost anthing anddd i hope you're feeling better my love, ilyt🫶🩷

Your pov

Being in bed all day might seem wonderful to most people but not when you're in this much pain.

I've been laying all day twisting and turning hoping that this pain would somehow come to an end. But these cramps seriously felt like they were never going to go away.

I was on my phone when i heard the front door open and your probably why would leave the front door open?

Well i left open knowing my boyfriend was coming over to spend some with each other, not having a glue what this guy was doing.

"Hey Hyunnie whats all that stuff for?"

He let out a soft chuckle "Their for you my love i know you have your period i got the notification from the tracking app."

"Hyunjin really? i dont even track my period."

"Well im doing it for you." He said as he let a cute laugh

"Okay baby i bought all your favorite snacks, a heating pad and of course all the kisses and cuddles you need."

"Oh thank you Jinnie you have no idea how much i needed this."

"I know baby its never easy going through this every month, I'll go heat up the heathing bad baby just give me a few minutes i'll be back"

He smiled at me while giving me a small peck on my lips.

He came back after around 10 minutes (i had to google how long it takes to heat up a heating pad😭)

He then placed the heating pad on my stomach and i couldn't help but look at while i was smilibg like a idiot, he was the only who could ever cheer me up within any moment im truly lucky to have him and call him mine.

"What are you thinking about honey."

"Nothing really just how lucky i am to be able to call you mine all you ever is make me like a princess."

"You don't do this only when i am on my period you do this at any given you can and Hyunnie i still can never find words to thank you."

"Thank me? Oh baby you never have to thank me not now not ever i'm supposed to do this is for you, its my job and duty for you to make sure you get treated like a princess, so you don't ever have to thank me."

I was starting to tear up a little just knowing my boy cares about me this much.

He definitely noticed as he was previously sitting on the bed now he changed positions now laying next to mine.

He leaned in a little slowly planting a soft kiss giving me all the butterflies.

I smiled in to the kiss as he caresses my cheek and delicately rub his thumb against it

I pulled away to bury my head in his chest, never wanting this moment to end, to always be with, stay with like this forever and never escaping from it.

Hyunjins pov

Y/n is always telling me how lucky she is to have me but god i am the most luckiest man to ever exist, to able be to get to love her, be with whenever i can, taking care of her like this i truly am the most blessed man ever and let alone to be able to call this girl my mine feels like a dream.

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