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is this a safe space. can i share this.

ive been thinking of the red lights duo (im having a chan phase)

hyunjin that sees you struggling with unreciprocated(?) feelings for chan and in his benevolence decided he just NEED to help out a friend. work out some frustration. its only fair, when seeing how worked up you get when visiting them during dance practice.

u just kNOW hed be so sly with it. that little shit. languid, torturous moves, whispering 'isnt this better? dont you see you dont need that guy?'. the smirk. god the smirk. so self assured when you finally give in and let him to what he wants to do to you.

maybe i like a little drama. maybe im just a little scared of pisces men

this is the safest place, because this??? this is crazy, in the best possible way

🔞 under the cut!!

The thought of Hyunjin going all out, taking you apart slowly and entirely, on his fingers, on his tongue, until he finally slides into you, thick and hot, his beautiful body draped over you, caging you against the bed, the ends of his hair tickling your face as he kisses you, licking into your mouth slowly.

"You love it like this, don't you," he purrs, pulling out almost all the way and rolling his hips as he sheaths himself back into you to the hilt. You shudder out a moan. "Slow and deep," he thrusts in again, a deep groan forcing its way out of his throat when you clench around him, "all-consuming, worshipping you like this."

You can't help but nod, barely able to compute what he's saying with how otherworldly it feels when he rolls his hips into you, hitting places you never thought possible.

He fucks you deeper, his fingers lacing with yours, pulling your hand to rest above your head. His breathing stutters when he stares down at you, and you can barely look away. Pleasure looks so good on him. Possessiveness, too, you note. You pull him in for another kiss, and he goes willingly, groaning into your mouth when you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to slide even deeper.

"Fuck, baby, darling, angel, don't you see," he breathes into your lips, dragging his down until he's buried in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.

"Only I can fuck you like this, love you like this."

He pulls back, lets go of your hand in favour of cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your sweaty skin as he watches you, beautifully fucked out underneath him. He snakes his other hand between you, finds your clit, and you swear you see stars. His hips pick up speed, snapping into you harder, deeper than before.

He lets his forehead fall against yours, and all you can see is him; him and his sparkling eyes, his reverent, gentle hands, the elegant arch of his eyebrows as a twin heat coils in his abdomen with every thrust of his hips.

You cum around him suddenly, without warning, and he fucks you through it slowly and gently, he holds you through it, too, his hand on your face, his forehead against yours, watching every fibre of your being explode into pleasure, mumbling filthy nothings until he finally stills, a heady moan on his lips when he spills into you.

And even though Chan stares at you the next day, his brows furrowed when he notices the hickey on your neck, you find it hard to focus on him – because there's maybe the most beautiful man you've ever seen, right in front of you, smiling at you, his head cocked to the side as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear with a familiarity that makes your insides do a swoop.