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TI VOGLIO BENE 📜7.3k | Approx. 30-min. read 🖤Hyunjin x Reader 🪐Established relationship, Romance, Smut with so much feeling 🚨Reading the main series first is highly recommended for the references to make sense: (Semi) public sex, Hyunjin has developed a tattoo kink, accidental voyeurism, vaginal fingering, squirting, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!
SYNOPSIS Well into your relationship with the love of your life, things couldn't be any better. One day, you tell Hyunjin you're craving dessert, and he's very glad that you asked.
THE ZONE has an official soundtrack. Looping it in the background while reading is obligatory.
In Italian, "Ti voglio bene" implies unconditional, selfless love and literally means “I want you to be well.” Often abbreviated as “TVB,” it’s used as a salutation to those who mean the most to you. Ref.
When normal people had date nights, it usually included getting dolled up, having dinner together at a nice place, maybe taking a night stroll, and coming back home.
When it was Hwang Hyunjin in question, however, it always turned into some kind of performance, and quite frankly, that was one of the many reasons why you were super looking forward to date nights.
“Care to be my model for an intimate photoshoot tonight, beautiful?”
Normal people would pick up their girlfriends from their apartments whereas only Hwang Hyunjin would attempt to pick you up from some bar and seduce you until you agreed to spend the night with him. His disguise for the night was an ‘erotic photographer’, which was not that far off from what he was already doing with you every chance he got.
“Just like that. Keep that pose for me.”
You had been together for quite a while now, already having been through graduations, job searches, and several other life events that you used to think only belonged to the bleak life of boring married couples. The more time passed by, the more you expected the effect of Hyunjin’s diabolical charm on you to wear off. Yet, every time you were out wearing different personas on your sleeve, it still didn’t take him more than half an hour to disarm whatever defenses you had up and make you cave. He was as spellbinding as the first time he uttered only two words to you. As irresistible as the first time you laid eyes on him. As passionate as your first night alone together.
Hyunjin loved conquering you all over again with a different mask on every time, and he always, always lived up to his promise.
I’ll show you a great time if you come home with me tonight, beautiful.
There you were in Hyunjin’s apartment again. His own this time, but it was crawling with traces of you. The photos of the two of you latched on a rope adorned with fairy lights in his living room, solo shots of you framed in his bedroom, the bedsheets you liked, the wine glasses you picked together, the library you filled with books neither of you had read before… It was his apartment on paper, but you were practically living together, and every time you stepped foot in there, it smelled like home.
Hyunjin kept feeding you the cocktails he concocted even after stripping you bare under the soft mood lights of the living room, shooting frame after frame of closeups of you. Your eyes, your lips, your collarbones, your thighs… He had consumed the same amount of alcohol as you that night, but he was indubitably much drunker. Of course he was drunker. How could he not lose complete control of his inhibitions every single time he caught a glimpse of you?
When he shot the last frame, he looked at the screen of his camera to admire you and bit into his smile.
“Can’t fucking believe what a lucky bastard I am sometimes.”
You cackled at his sudden declaration, “Where did that even come from?”
“Can you blame me? I get to sleep with this beauty every night,” he turned his camera off, “That’s cause for bragging,”
“You’re fucking drunk, prince.”
“Yes, I am, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re beautiful,” he crawled closer to you on the floor covered with the soft, shaggy rug, “When we wake up tomorrow, I’ll be sober, but you’ll still be beautiful.”
His large hands found your face and pulled you in for a kiss. Kissing Hyunjin was among your favorite things to do. With him. To him. On him. His lips were so full that you were convinced they were made to be kissed by you the way they filled the space inside your mouth so snugly. Clicked like a puzzle piece. Belonged to you and you only.
“Now about this…”
He brushed his fingers on your tattoo, a geometric four-leaf clover on the left side of your torso, and immediately sent a shiver down your spine. Something had happened to him ever since you got it done some time ago. He kept asking you to show it to him, and for some mindboggling reason, the sight of it was turning him on so much that it always led to you having sex at wherever the fuck you were. At a bar restroom, in his car, in his living room while taking monochrome nudes of you apparently…
“Are you still sore, or can I do things to you again?”
Again. Hyunjin didn’t know how to do things in moderation, especially when it involved you, so his insatiable sex drive was probably the least surprising thing about him. Having you whimper under him until you begged him to stop was one of his favorite things to do, and while you were well aware of the havoc he was going to wreak on your body every time, you were simply incapable of saying no to him.
“I’m always in the mood for you.”
“Told you I’m a lucky bastard. You’re my good luck charm,” he licked a stripe on your tattoo and then grabbed your hand, “Come closer.”
He sat down behind you in front of the full-length mirror, legs spread to either side of you, and pressed your naked body against his clothed chest. You could feel his slow breathing on your nape. You could feel his growing erection on your hips. You could feel his fingers dangerously traveling on your thighs, warning you that he was about to do something utterly outrageous again.
“I have a favor to ask, beautiful.”
You knew what was going to follow by heart. His ‘Will you let me play with you?’s might have shapeshifted, but they still led to the same road in their essence. You threw your arm back to grab his nape and contently sighed as a response.
“I wanna finger you until your eyes roll back,” he fixated his gaze on your reflection in the mirror and spread your pussy lips to admire it, “I wanna make your toes curl again.”
He started caressing your inner thighs knowing damn well what it did to you. It was always the way the ticklishness morphed into sheer arousal when his light touches became straight up needy groping.
“Watch us,” Hyunjin lifted your chin up for you to open your eyes, “Watch how I’m gonna pleasure you.”
You followed the way his fingers moved in the mirror. Every time he came dangerously close to your pussy, you could feel the pressure building inside you, and you kept on anticipating that touch that was going to electrocute you.
Very much in vain.
The upside of being together for so long was that he knew your body too well. The downside was that… he knew your body too well.
And he frequently used that knowledge for the ulterior motive of torturing you until you started wriggling restlessly because couldn’t take it anymore.
“Hyunjin… Please.”
“Did I drag the teasing on a little too much, beautiful?”
It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the teasing; you loved it, but if there was something you loved even more it was Hyunjin caving. You watched the way he licked a clean stripe on his fingers in pure excitement, and when he finally pressed them on your clit—
“Hyunjin!”
“There’s the pitch I love. Music to my ears,” he gently pushed your chest for you to recline some more, “Melt into me. I’ll make it feel so good.”
He didn’t need to openly declare it. Hyunjin never not made it feel good. It wasn’t the eventual dopamine release you were looking forward to. It never was. It was the way literal fireworks went off in the distance every time you touched each other. It was how Hyunjin’s soul was in the deepest shade of crimson, completely made up of passion. His need, his appetite, and his zeal oozed from every single orifice of his body, and he spilled some of that pigment in you every time he made love to you.
It was the feeling of absolute completeness you kept yearning for.
“Just the way you like, isn’t it? Slow and precise,” he placed an open mouth kiss on your shoulder, “I’ve fucking memorized every inch of your body.”
He stopped his delightful ministrations and brought his middle finger right over your entrance.
“You’re gonna flinch when I touch you there.”
You jolted in your place when he sank just the first knuckle of his finger into you and pumped a few shallow thrusts.
“You’re gonna moan when I kiss you there.”
You felt the exact outline of his lips right under your nape, which was the ground zero of the tingle outbreak all over your body.
“You’re gonna get wetter when I lick you there.”
He dragged his tongue on the crossroads of your left ear and neck. Your sensitivity quadrupled when you felt his quiet little moans amplify on your skin.
“You’re gonna want more of me when I start working you there.”
He pushed his fingers into your mouth to get them as slippery as possible. You sucked on them a little too intensely like you were actually sucking his cock, swirling your tongue around them just the way he liked, and Hyunjin almost forgot what his end goal was.
Then you felt the absolutely delectable stretch provided by his long, slender fingers sinking inside you.
“Hyunjin!!!”
“Don’t hold it in. Scream if you like. I don’t care who hears it.”
Long ago, Hyunjin had found a very particular spot inside you and whenever he worked it with his middle and ring fingers, the end result ended up being something spectacular to witness. His lips started traveling from your temple, down to your cheek, to your jawline, and to your neck. He kept breathing on your skin and moaned at the same rhythm as you. For what it’s worth, he could just record himself moaning and play it for you and you would cum untouched—it had that much of an intense effect on you.
“And you’re gonna cum when I go faster.”
Your walls were so thick with arousal that you were already contracting, signaling your impending doom on the horizon, and oozing on his fingers. Your thighs were tense. The soft melodies of his chuckle suddenly hit your ears.
“I know you like the back of my hand, beautiful,” he filled his lungs to the brim with your scent, and his voice decreased to a mere whisper, “I worship the floor you walk on, fucking christ.”
Your moans were out of control by then. I fucking love the way you talk to me, you wanted to say, but you weren’t able to put together two coherent words together.
“I love you,” his fingering suddenly got way more fervent, “Give it to me. Soak me again.”
In Hyunjinese, ‘Soak me’ did not simply mean ‘Cum’. He really meant what he said. There was a reason he always used the same two fingers because if he kept rubbing that spongy spot inside you after your walls reached a certain thickness, you always…
…always…
…squirted on him.
And it was such a fucking erotic sight that one of those days, he was going to cum untouched while simply watching you.
While you were diminished to a puddle in his lap, high as a kite with the afterglow of your orgasm, Hyunjin helped you come down with the little kisses he peppered all over your face while laying you down on the rug. You stupidly smiled at him as your wits started coming back to you.
“You know what I’m craving right now?” you unwittingly asked.
“Tiramisu.”
You raised your brows in mild shock because when the fuck did Hyunjin start reading minds?
“How’d you know?!”
“You can’t shut up about it ever since we’ve been to that Italian place. It’s been months.”
“Not my fault they transformed sex into dessert, okay? That’s alchemy.”
He burst into a peal of heartfelt laughter and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“I actually know another spot. Wanna go tomorrow?”
“I’d love to!”
In one-tenth of a nanosecond, you watched the expression on Hyunjin’s face mutate from complete adoration to something thrillingly dangerous.
“I take the payment upfront,” he pressed your hand on his crotch so that you’d feel how hard he was, “Cash only.”
You let him fuck you on the floor to his heart’s content until he collapsed on you. You grabbed the blanket on the couch with whatever minuscule amount of strength you had to cover yourselves and you drifted to sleep on the soft rug that night.
Because all hail floor heating.
The following day, Hyunjin texted you an address to fulfill his dessert promise, but the sign on the door didn’t make any sense to you.
“I didn’t know the Italian Embassy served tiramisu,” you chortled with furrowed brows, “What’s going on?”
Without saying anything, Hyunjin flashed an envelope to you, and when you looked inside, you saw two plane tickets to Rome dated three weeks from now.
“Where– What– How– Jus… WHAT?!”
“I’ve been putting aside a little ever since I started my job at the studio,” he leisurely explained as if he was telling you about commonplace knowledge, “My phone tells me I’ve finally hit my goal.”
You looked at his phone screen and saw a full green bar with the title ‘Tiramisu Fund’. You didn’t know whether to shriek in happiness or sob violently.
Because Hyunjin didn’t know how to do things in moderation, especially when it involved you.
“You’re fucking nuts, prince,” was all you could manage to utter.
“I know.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“I know.”
“I mean you’re legit clinically insane.”
“Then take responsibility. I told you you were driving me insane,” Hyunjin wrapped you in his embrace and started caressing your hair, “You and me. Good music, even better food, and back-arching, toe-curling amazing sex. What do you say, beautiful?”
Hyunjin had suggested a stupid pact that you shouldn’t fuck until you left the country because, in his words, he wanted the sex to be legendary. You had absolutely no fucking idea why you agreed to this because by the end of those three weeks, you were on the brink of cumming untouched if he so much as breathed in your general direction. Who the fuck would be able to keep it in their pants when they lived with this man, jesus fucking christ?!
At long last, you were finally on a plane headed to Rome, but even as you were on the way, it didn’t seem real to you. This had to be a fever dream.
Like most of your memories with Hyunjin.
“I need to use the restroom,” he interrupted the movie you were watching, “Can you wait for me outside the door?”
“Why? Are you scared you’re gonna fall down?” you wheezed at your own subpar joke.
“I actually am scared. I might need your help.”
“What’s going on?”
“Just… Please?”
You followed him to the restroom door with a tinge of worry, hoping your assistance would not be needed for whatever that was. But much to your dismay…
“Could you help me with this?” Hyunjin peeked out of the restroom door, “I think I’m bleeding.”
“You what?”
You barged into that tiny space with your blood pressure suddenly peaking with concern, and as he locked the door behind you, you scanned him from head to toe to spot an injury…
...that didn’t exist.
“You’re not bleeding,” you pressed your hand on your chest and heaved a deep sigh of relief, “You scared the crap out of me. I really thought some shit was going down.”
“It will,” he roughly lifted you up from your waist and placed you on the sink, “Me. On you.”
“What are you doing?” you yanked on his shoulders as he harshly dragged your bottoms down, “You’re gonna get us busted!”
“I won’t if you keep quiet,” he grabbed your face, “I could literally smell how wet you were the entire way. I’m not gonna be able to wait until we land.”
When he unleashed himself on your lips, your sanity immediately evanesced. Boom. Just like that. God, you had missed him. You had missed him so fucking much, and it was annoying as fuck that he had put you through this because of some dumb rule he self-imposed.
“Spread wide for me, beautiful. Let me get a taste.”
Taste? Getting a taste meant sampling something whereas he was full on devouring your pussy right there. Truth be told, you’d had some banger orgasms courtesy of Hyunjin’s tongue game throughout your relationship, but if you knew you were going to explode in his face that hard?
You would have suggested a chastity pact way sooner.
“I got a surprise for you.”
Hyunjin lifted up his shirt while dragging his belt down to flash you a piece of his bare skin. You saw a shadow of something that wasn’t there before. When you looked closer you realized it was ink. Delicate lines that looked like they came from his own charcoal pencil joined together to depict a fancy fountain pen writing Lust for Life on an open parchment scroll.
A tattoo. On his fucking crotch…
You were barely able to restrain yourself from jumping Hyunjin whenever you caught a glimpse of him as it was, so he most definitely didn’t need to get any sexier. Your jaw dropped so hard at his surprise that you almost caused turbulence in the plane.
“If you don’t let me lick that right now, I swear to fucking god…”
“I showed you mine,” he whispered in his usual soft velvety tone, “Now show me yours.”
When you flashed your own tattoo back to him, he instinctively sank his teeth into his lips again.
“There it is,” he wrapped one hand around your waist and pulled your body flush against his while aligning himself with your drenched cunt, “We fuck first, baby. Then do whatever you want to me.”
It took everything in your willpower not to scream when you felt him slide in to occupy that entire space in you. You knew for a fact that whenever he was this hard and moaning that gutturally, he was only mere seconds away from aggressively blowing, and the thought alone was driving you up a wall. You clenched as hard as you could to claim your load, and the way his eyes rolled back when he came was everything to you.
“No leaking,” Hyunjin barely restrained himself from making your lips bleed for he bit into the flesh a little too harshly, “Keep it inside.”
Minus that severe short-circuit caused by your lizard brains, it was a nice trip overall. After you landed, you went straight to an information desk nearby to rent a car, which was going to take you to your accommodation. Hyunjin had booked a cute B&B near the Vatican for you. It was literally a vintage-looking apartment building, and the woman running it was really friendly. She even told you you could take the bikes parked out front for a little cruise.
After settling into your room, you walked out to the balcony to breathe in the crisp evening air. You looked at the cathedral wall facing the street, and considering what you were going to be doing later in this room—repeatedly for that matter— you felt a weird sense of… guilt.
“This feels horribly wrong.”
“Not really, if you think about it,” Hyunjin threw his arm around your waist and spoke in the most nonchalant tone ever, “We might be fucking, but it still involves screaming to a deity. I’d say it still works.”
While it was cute in theory, you were so travel-worn that you both passed out on the bed while watching a movie together.
The next morning, instead of an alarm, you were woken up with kisses all over your face, your hair, and your neck.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Hyunjin whispered against your skin, “Good morning to the most incredible woman on earth.”
It had been so long already, but you could never really get used to waking up next to him. He was a dream. He was a dream you never wanted to wake up from.
Screw real life very disrespectfully.
When his lips found their way to yours, it took only mere seconds before you started stripping each other. He needed you. You needed him. And you needed him now.
Hyunjin guided your hand to his leaking cock, incredibly warm under your touch for all the blood in his body was rushing down to his crotch. He was so hard that there was no way it didn’t hurt.
“I want you so bad,” he spoke quietly in between the cold sheets covering your naked bodies, “Let’s fuck, baby.”
He pronounced it fuck but what he meant was something else entirely. No matter how intensely you ravaged each other, you and Hyunjin always took your sweet time within the confines of a bed, excruciatingly slow for that matter, as if you were exploring each other afresh. Making sure you felt one another to the core. This wasn’t simply having sex for you; it was another way of communication. A thinly veiled love confession that seeped through your very being.
Morning coffees and morning sex. Second, third, and fourth rounds. Yeah, you didn’t come all the way here just to lock yourselves within walls and fuck each other’s brains out, but fucking Hyunjin under the Italian sky still counted as tourism for you. An astral one at that.
And it never stopped feeling surreal.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Baby, please!”
For any other person, this would be a simple exchange of bodily fluids. For you, it felt like a renewal of unspoken vows. Every time you and Hyunjin made each other cum, it wasn’t just an orgasm you were having. It was a goddamn out-of-body experience.
You wished you had a way of explaining this that didn’t sound corny, but that was just what love was to you. And maybe fuck the people who found it corny. What would they know?
The next day, you were finally ready to function as normal human beings again. You both woke up super early to come up with a route. No one in their right mind would start their day with a coup de grâce, but there you were at St. Peter’s Basilica first thing in the morning.
You weren’t a religious person per se, but after stepping foot into that place you certainly understood why some people were. Be it the extremely high ceilings of that mesmerizing piece of architecture, or the oddly hushed atmosphere all around, you felt more exposed than you ever were as if someone was focusing a hidden camera on you. You felt watched, which was why you clung to Hyunjin’s arm like a spooked little kid.
You just felt microscopically tiny.
After cruising the streets of the Vatican for a while, you took the owner of the B&B up on her offer and decided to spend the entire day cycling throughout Rome, doing a little bit of touristing seeing the Colosseum, the Hard Rock Café, and the Spanish Steps. Hyunjin insisted on visiting a little eatery that was supposed to be really famous, which ended up being a gelato place, and you lost your whole entire shit when he ordered tiramisu ice cream for the both of you.
“Fun fact,” you pointed your little spoon at him, “Did you know ‘Tirami sù’ actually means ‘Pick me up’?”
“Did you know tiramisu was the natural aphrodisiac of the 19th century?”
“DEADASS?!” your shriek caused a couple of heads to turn to you.
“Yeah,” he scooped a generous amount of ice cream from the glass container, “Legend has it it was served in houses of pleasure in Treviso at the end of the night for reinvigoration purposes.”
You were briefly distracted by the way Hyunjin sucked on his spoon as if he was trying to separate the components of the ice cream. You never explicitly told him this, but watching him eat was among your favorite guilty pleasures, and for some reason, it always induced an intense desire to kiss those plush lips of his. You chuckled to yourself.
“Is there anything you don’t know?”
“Not when it comes to you, beautiful,” he mischievously winked at you.
You spent the afternoon strolling on the streets hand in hand, just walking around appreciating the air and the fantastic coffee smell oozing from everywhere. It was as if the law required the locals of all ages to look extremely good-looking at all times. You didn’t know any of these people; you didn’t know the struggles they had, but it was the vibe they were exuding. Laid-back. Friendly. Cheerful. Somewhat sensual. And it was super contagious. You had no idea what they were talking about, but you could listen to the most mundane of things rendered by that melodious language for hours on end.
Maybe positivity was indeed one of the most attractive qualities in a person.
Your very last destination of the day was the Trevi Fountain. Hyunjin got off his bike and handed you some change.
“We’re supposed to make a wish here.”
You gaped at the beautiful piece of architecture with an awestruck expression, thinking to yourself it really wasn’t fair for the rest of the world that every enchanting piece of art seemed to be gathered in a single place. You threw the coin into the water, closed your eyes with a deep breath, and made your wish. You could have wished for a jillion different things, but on the off-chance that it might come true this once, you only wished for happiness and well-being. With Hyunjin. For the rest of your life if possible.
“What did you wish for?” he asked resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Come on, prince, you know the rule,” you feigned disapproval with creased brows, “If you say it out loud, it doesn’t come true.”
You didn’t need to say it out loud. Every time you made a wish, you had a habit of silently moving your lips.
And Hyunjin had figured out how to read your lips long ago.
When you finally arrived in Florence, you were convinced that this was the Hyunjin capital. He at least had to be born here in his previous life or something. It was a charming little city chock-full of muse material, and if Rome was sky blue, Florence was soft peach. There was no other way to define it.
And for some reason, it smelled like Hyunjin here.
After checking in to your hotel, you quickly went through the places you could see in the vicinity on your phone. The way everything seemed to be to Hyunjin’s taste was so uncanny that it felt like someone tapped into the man’s brain and decided to create a city after it. It quickly sparked an idea in your mind.
“Let’s dedicate today to you. I’ll plan a surprise itinerary,” you placed a kiss on his nose, “Maybe it’s time to reunite with your alleged roots, prince.”
Hyunjin’s sanity meter was still around the normal threshold as you were visiting the Uffizi Galleries. It was so cute watching him be mesmerized by witnessing some of these pieces in the flesh. You were right there with him, but he couldn’t help squeezing your arm and pointing at stuff as if you were in an amusement park. You were about to combust with endearment by the end of your visit.
The art was great alright, but with all due respect, none of it could compare to Hyunjin.
He had somewhat calmed down as you made your way to Ponte Vecchio, but when you took him to a Leica branch, you could feel the way he started vibrating at a concerning frequency looking at the cameras and lenses.
And finally…
“Oh, you gotta be FUCKING kidding me!!!”
…he spectacularly lost his shit when you dragged him to a stationery store called Scrivimi. You didn’t own this place or anything, but Hyunjin was acting like you built it there for his sake. He almost overdosed on euphoria among all that craft paper, custom-made seals, fountain pens, and luxury ink. When you walked out, he basically attacked your lips right in the middle of that street and spoke into your mouth.
“I’m gonna make you cum so hard tonight, you have no fucking idea.”
Since you had taken over the daytime planning, Hyunjin took the liberty of making a dinner reservation. You had a fantastic evening tasting the specials of the trattoria paired with their house wine, and obviously the course had to end with tiramisu.
“How was everything, beautiful?”
“Magnificent,” you looked at him with an utterly satiated smile on your face, “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Room for dessert?”
“What do you mean? We’ve just had it.”
You were sitting diagonally to him. Hyunjin dragged your chair closer and you felt his hand sliding up your inner thighs.
“Here?” you burst into a flustered giggle fit, “You’re fucking crazy.”
“I am,” he tilted his head and responded nonchalantly, “I’m crazy about you.”
Your eyes automatically closed when Hyunjin pulled your panties to the side and pushed his fingers into you, fixating his gaze on you intently. The way you were trying to keep a straight face while crumbling into pieces was extremely entertaining for him. You pressed your hand over your mouth and started taking deep breaths to mute your moans, and while you were mostly successful, you weren’t able to control the tensing of your muscles and your legs shaking.
“Please don’t make me squirt here,” you pleaded in a whisper.
“Don’t make a scene, beautiful. No one will know. Just let it go,” he leaned into you with a smile as if you were in the middle of a disgustingly romantic conversation, “You dedicated this day to your prince, remember?”
When he fully hooked his fingers inside you, his fingering got way more fervent, and you inadvertently slammed your fist on the table. You were quivering, your eyes were squeezed tight, and you were panting hysterically with your mouth still closed. With the increased pressure of those goddamn dexterous fingers inside you, you finally snapped and felt a splash between your legs.
“That’s it,” Hyunjin pressed his head on your forehead and spoke in a comforting voice, “Just like that. Give it to me.”
The way you were crouched over that table with your hand still covering your mouth and breathing heavily, it looked like you were about to throw up, which piqued the attention of your waiter.
“Is everything okay, sir?”
“I think someone had a little too much wine,” Hyunjin tsked in disappointment, “Can we get the check, please?”
He took the opportunity to wipe your legs clean under the table for residual evidence and broke into a fit of laughter.
“See? Told you no one would know,” he placed a kiss in your hair.
Once your check arrived, he reached the inner pocket of his blazer to grab a pen to sign the credit card slip with, however—
“Dammit!”
You flinched in your seat due to his sudden reaction.
“What’s going on?”
“My Caran d’Ache is gone.”
Oh, hell no. Anything but that.
His beloved fountain pen of many years had indeed joined your trip no matter how much you told him to leave it home exactly for fear of something like this. You did a quick replay of the day in your head to draw out a map as he finished paying the bill.
“Get up,” you jumped to your feet, “We’ll go look for it.”
You retraced your steps all the way from the gallery to even a bunch of alleys you’d been to that day to absolutely no avail. You both eventually collapsed on some narrow street against the wall of some church named Santa Margherita dei Cerchi.
“Let’s just go back,” Hyunjin finally admitted defeat, “We’re never gonna find it.”
A part of you wanted to give him a mouthful of scolding, but it didn’t seem like the right time for an I told you so. You hated it when he sulked. The only thing that suited his porcelain features was a heartfelt smile. You grabbed his hand instead and gave it a firm squeeze.
“You okay, prince?”
His pout started to melt right away when you looked at him like that.
“Of course I am,” he beamed and placed a kiss on the back of your hand, “You’re right next to me, no?”
You pulled each other up and started walking back hand in hand in silence just listening to the cozy chatter of the streets, the canorous voices of people telling each other things through words you didn’t understand. Maybe you could start learning Italian when you went back because you were convinced that even fighting in this language would sound somehow sexy.
“You know what we’re walking on, beautiful?” Hyunjin interrupted your thoughts.
“On… a bridge?”
“True,” he knowingly nodded and added matter-of-factly, “This is Ponte Santa Trinità.”
“Nice to meet you Ponte Santa Trinità,” you bowed to the bridge, making him burst out laughing at your antics.
“This is supposedly where Dante met his muse, Beatrice,” he continued with his little fact sheet, “Did you know he only saw her twice but fell madly in love with her? Allegedly for the rest of his life.”
“Allegedly,” you emphasized with raised brows and a smile.
“Yes, allegedly,” he gently pulled on your hand to stop you in your tracks, “You lied to me.”
You were looking at him with a blank expression, utterly confused, trying to figure out what the hell he was referring to.
“Excuse me?”
“You lied to me,” he repeated, “The day of the blizzard, remember? You told me you didn’t believe in soulmates.”
“That’s– I sa– I didn’t–”
Yes, you had. You had told him maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates because admitting otherwise and facing the cold truth that it was an illusion would push you towards becoming a bitter person. Even though you wished with your entire soul that Hyunjin was your soulmate, you didn’t want to know if he wasn’t. You loved him. You had loved him for so long. You had put your heart on the line for him, bled for him, and had to endure so many things for him because you wanted to. It was a huge gamble with such high stakes, but to your absolute luck, it turned out that it was worth it. You knew you belonged together; everything else was just noise at this point.
“You’re my muse,” Hyunjin pulled you back to earth by wrapping his arms around you, “Every time I look at you, my heart skips a beat. I don’t have to be some Renaissance man to know that I will be in love with you as long as I live. More and more every day.”
He reached into the inner pocket of his blazer to fish for something and when he took it out, you recognized the beautiful patterns of his 1010 Chrono Sport.
“You– You didn’t lose it.”
“I didn’t.”
When he removed his thumb from the cap, the streetlight illuminating the bridge ricocheted off the ornate fountain pen, and you saw something glint.
“Will you let me make you happy for the rest of my life, beautiful?”
You had never been this stunned in your entire life to the point of being left speechless. You thought maybe you were dying because everything you had been through started flashing right before your eyes. The very first time you saw him. The poem he wrote on your back. Your little Sambuca trick. Chris’ birthday. The day that it snowed like shit. Minho. Jongyeon. Yeji. The day he dropped out of school. The very first time he called you baby. Everything. Everything. Everything.
All this time you were so wrapped in your little cocoon of routine that you had forgotten about all this. It was as if they were someone else’s memories now. Being happy did not mean that the wounds you were carrying had magically disappeared. They were only scars now. But Hyunjin…
Hyunjin…
The only man ever.
The exclusive owner of your heart.
And a life without him was simply unimaginable.
“Baby?” he tilted his head and looked at you with something akin to concern in his eyes.
“I love you,” your tears started running down your face uncontrollably, “I’ve never loved someone else as much as I love you.”
You unleashed yourself on his lips, hoping it would suffice as an answer. You didn’t care if anyone would be uncomfortable by the public display of affection; you were going to pass out if you didn’t feel his breathing on your skin. Contrary to your expectations, the passersby who saw you actually initiated a round of applause around that bridge. You didn’t need to be fluent in Italian to know that these strangers were just wishing you a lifetime of happiness as you let Hyunjin place the ring on your finger.
After returning to your hotel, Hyunjin spotted a bottle of champagne at the empty reception desk.
“It tastes better when it’s stolen.”
He grabbed the bottle and you made a run for the rooftop. As it was pretty late, it was only the two of you on the dark terrace to enjoy the night view. Hyunjin popped the champagne and as you were taking your sips directly from the bottle, some movement caught your attention in your peripheral vision.
“Oh my fucking god,” you harshly grabbed Hyunjin’s arm, “Check this out.”
A couple was having sex in the building diagonal to yours, and apparently, they couldn’t have been bothered to purchase curtains for their gigantic windows, not that you would urge them to for how hot they looked. You just watched them with your lips slightly parted, and Hyunjin took a step closer to you.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, shut up,” you hit his hand and immediately found yourself in his arms.
“Find a way to shut me up, then.”
What better way to shut this gorgeous man up than kissing his perfect lips… He walked you towards the sunbed behind you with his mouth still latched to yours and laid you down. The cold of the leathery mattress against your back made you shudder. You felt his hand getting rid of your underwear and watched him descend between your legs while placing kisses all over your thighs.
“Ah, fuck…”
Hyunjin’s ridiculous beauty and impeccable technique aside, it was his sheer need and enthusiasm that made getting eaten out such an extraordinarily sensual experience. Every. Single. Time. His little content hums on your folds with intense teasing of your clit. His warm breath on you. The way he moaned against you when you pulled on his sunray hair. The wetness of his mouth mixed with yours dripping down his chin as he licked more. And more. And more.
“Just like that. Fuck, that’s perfect.”
He intertwined his fingers with yours when your words came out as a half-moan like that. It was always when he held your hands your arousal went through the roof. Hyunjin kept kissing your pussy in between his licks just the way you liked it.
“Don’t stop, baby. Faster. Faster.”
“Then pull harder.”
“Yes. Ah, yes. Hyunj– FUCK!”
He buried his face deeper into your dripping cunt as you were cumming, which he immediately followed with a kiss. His kisses always tasted better when they were laced with your own taste.
“Let’s go back to our bed,” Hyunjin helped you get up.
“Why not here?” you tugged at the collar of his shirt.
It was usually him that wasn’t aware of the concept of patience, so your suggestion took him by surprise.
“You want it here?” he placed those sweet kisses of his on your naked shoulders.
“Told you, I’m always in the mood for you.”
You swiftly pulled the skirt of your dress up all the way to your chest to flash your tattoo to him. Why of course he would immediately lose his shit right then and there.
“Now you’ve fucking done it. Bend over.”
You held onto the iron rails as Hyunjin dropped his pants at record speed and slid right in for how wet you still were.
“God, I missed this,” he loudly groaned as he settled into you.
“We fucked just yesterday, prince.”
“I don’t fucking care. I miss you even right now.”
Delicious. The way he rubbed against your still-thick walls was simply delicious. Stretching you open was so satisfying in itself, but fucking you hard right after you came was always much better for Hyunjin. It was just mind-numbingly hot to think he made you like this, perfectly ready for him to take you however the fuck he pleased.
“Fucking love it when you’re purring for me like that,” he hissed while sinking his fingertips into the soft flesh of your hips, “Arch it, beautiful. I’ll hit that so good.”
Hyunjin’s otherwordly sexiness and immaculate body control aside, it was his manner of speaking that made you lose your fucking mind. Every. Single. Time. The way he uttered his words was already dripping with eroticism even if he said the banalest things, so when absolute filth started spilling from his lips every time he was overcome with arousal, it sent shockwaves throughout your body. In return, the way you were reacting to him transformed his whole entire personality, and he turned into this animalistically raw being that had a tunnel vision for pleasure.
“God, yes. Milk it out of me. Harder. Harder!”
Once you squeezed him inside you with as much pressure as you could muster, you felt the satisfying spurts of his cum spraying all over your walls along with his throaty moans. This was the only downside of having sex outside; he had to hold off on asking you to cockwarm him until he was hard again to fuck his cum deeper into you.
“Hold it inside,” Hyunjin urged you as he put your underwear back on, “I have plans for it downstairs.”
You inadvertently burst out laughing and threw your arms around his neck.
“You’re a sicko, prince.”
“And you love it, beautiful.”
“Yes, I do,” you emphatically uttered while looking deep into his eyes, “I love you so much.”
You melted into each other’s mouths for quite some time. Then Hyunjin picked up the champagne bottle and grabbed your hand to take you downstairs.
“Get in Future Ms. Hwang,” he landed a playful smack on your ass as you walked inside the room.
“Nuh uh, my guy. If anything, you’re taking my name.”
“That’s so fucking hot. Say it again,” he tackled you into the bed.
All those years ago, some man had fallen madly in love with a woman under the Florentine sky. To the extent that he depicted her as the angel guiding him through heaven in a story that would be talked about for centuries to come.
That very night, under the same Florentine sky, you and Hyunjin fell madly in love with each other all over again. Your love was not that legendary maybe; maybe he didn’t guide you through the underworld, but you did have to go through hell to be able to reach heaven. And in your not-so-humble opinion, that still counted as a story worth telling.
The story of the first day of the rest of your life.
With the other half of your crimson-smeared soul.
Your prince.
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