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MANIAC #4: Hwang Hyunjin (Extended Preview)

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📜1.6K words (preview) 📓Explicit, Upcoming 🖤Hyunjin x (afab) Reader 🪐Voyeur/Tortured Artist!Hyunjin 🏷️Angst, Smut, Dark, Psychological, Thriller 🚨Story warnings (some of which do not pertain to this preview): Voyeurism, gaslighting & manipulation, delusional aggrandizing behavior, yandere tendencies, sexual deviance, virginity loss, masturbation, fully charged vibrators will be recommended per usual. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel.

Jack of all arts, master of one: a wordsmith. Too sensitive over his privacy to the extent that he publishes under a pseudonym. Even his die-hard fans don't know what he looks like. Author Hwang Hyunjin.

[...]

Routine. Everyone had a routine for sanity’s sake; that was what kept us grounded. The expectation of the known. Habits. There wasn’t a rule carved in a stone somewhere commanding those habits needed to be wholesome ones, though.

Hyunjin had a routine, too. He woke up every morning at the crack of dawn, washed up, made his coffee with a drop of vanilla, and sat by his telescope like turning on the fucking TV, canvas placed diagonally to his right as if he was about to examine the intricacies of a bowl of fruit to indulge in some still life study. He checked the time on his phone and began his morning patrol.

"Let’s see what you have for me today. I got some time to kill."

Hyunjin’s view would typically consist of the remains of the night before: people dozed off in front of their TVs, on the verge of waking up in their beds, or just descended into delta waves after a long night, busy getting lost in the untranslatable tales of their subconscious. A lucky few were members of his 5 AM club, as well, preparing their morning coffees, having breakfast while scrolling through their phones, or getting ready for work in their dressing rooms.

"Oh, hello there. This is new."

Hyunjin spotted a couple ravishing each other in utter pleasure, but he wasn’t even turned on by that sight since it wasn’t up to par with his standards of what sex should have looked like.

"Tsch, how banal. You should learn to fuck with grace, not like fucking cavemen. If you’re into exhibitionism, at least inject some aesthetic into it for your audience, fucking christ."

His alarm went off informing him of the time and where he needed to channel his attention to. Hyunjin turned it off and directed his lens at the apartment right across from his.

"It's 6 AM. Time to wake up now."

He observed a woman reaching for her phone on her nightstand and turning the alarm off, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the sleep clinging to her eyelids.

You.

Hyunjin broke into a smile radiating admiration in an amount that could be observed from outer space.

"Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well last night?"

Routine. Everyone had a routine, and so did you. For sanity’s sake. And Hyunjin knew your schedule like the back of his hand after numerous cramming sessions.

"Making that coffee again. You bought a fresh batch, I see. Oh, is that vanilla?"

Vanilla? You liked the taste of vanilla? 

You had always had your coffee black, but today you mixed it with vanilla? The alignment between your tastes was getting so uncanny that it felt like somebody was writing you for him.

"Now you're gonna go take your shower. I’ll wait for you, don’t worry."

It wouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes for you to come back to your bedroom and start getting ready for work. At least that was what Hyunjin assumed. From the looks of your usual choice of fits, it didn’t look like you were spending the rest of your day somewhere formal. You could be working for a casual office. Or even for yourself. Or not be working at all, who knew. 

He’d like to know, though. He’d like to know everything about you.

"Look how pretty that color of the robe is. Suits you perfectly. What are you going to wear for work today?"

You always woke up at 6 AM, prepared your coffee, took a shower, got dressed, and went back to the kitchen. Then you would leave your apartment around 7. That day, however, something was off with your routine.

"Why aren't you dressing up, beautiful?"

Hyunjin watched you remove the excess moisture on your hair with a towel in a color that matched your robe, but still leaving it damp. You slowly made your way to your bed again and laid down.

"Oh."

This was definitely a first. So out of the ordinary.

He observed the way you reached out to your drawer and bring out a wand in slow motion, his lips parted, thickly gulping as you loosened the belt of your robe.

"Oh, she wants a little release now, doesn't she? Are you as frustrated as I am, beautiful?"

Every time Hyunjin caught a flash of your skin no matter from how far away, it invited undistilled thoughts of lust to his mind. On the goddamn regular.

"Oh god, just look at that skin. Looks so supple. Nothing but a canvas made for me."

You were indulging in a little foreplay with yourself, the soft-looking robe still on you, but exposing your body like you were a present delicately opened. Your eyes were closed, one hand on your breast gently fondling it and pinching your nipple, the other softly caressing your pussy. Hyunjin felt his hand slither to his own length getting hard, strokes matching the rhythm of your own hand.

"It's everything about you, beautiful. Everything about you, I love."

Your hand slowly made its way down to your inner thigh, simulating a touch that didn’t belong to you. Maybe you were craving a kiss there. Maybe you liked being teased.

"I'd love to touch you. Feel your skin against mine, flush against my body. Make you feel good. So good."

Hyunjin dropped his pants to get more comfortable on his seat, spreading his own legs to the sides to allow himself more access. His strokes were still languid, relishing the pleasure he was inducing in himself with massive assistance from you. Credit where credit was due.

"But I respect you. And I respect myself. It's not the right time yet."

You brushed your fingers on your lips first. Then you stuck your tongue out, swirling it on your digits, eventually leading them inside your mouth to suck on. Delicately. A sight so arousing but still framed with grace. Just the way Hyunjin liked.

"You should know, though, women love the way I kiss." 

He swiped his palm on his tongue to collect his saliva to provide lubrication for himself, imagining it was your luscious lips all the while. 

"I can make you cum just by kissing you, beautiful."

As if you heard him, you sprawled on your bed more and led your wet fingers on your clit, finally rubbing yourself to whatever it was you were imagining behind your eyes. 

"Finally giving in to me, huh? That’s what it took?" Hyunjin chuckled softly, "That’s it. Spread those legs for me."

Your movements weren’t rushed at all, just exploring yourself like you were about to do this for the next hour. You sucked on the fingers on your other hand and started rubbing your nipple to accompany your pleasure.

"The way I would diminish you into a pile of pure heroin and smoke you till I overdose, my fucking god."

It was obvious that the escalation of your pleasure kicked in. You were getting riled up, turning yourself on to your fantasies lurking behind shadows, your hands moving on your body a little faster now.

"All I wanna do is love you. Fuck, I wanna love you so bad."

At long last, you reached for your vibrator, a clear indication that your fingers weren’t doing a proper job in stimulating your clit anymore. You needed something more. Something more intense.

"Oh beautiful, don’t you think my tongue would feel way better on that silk skin? Why are you wasting this?"

Hyunjin could feel the tremors approaching your body from the way your lips parted at the sensation over that sensitive bundle of nerves. From the looks of it, a part of you was especially sensitive since you kept jolting on your bed every time you pressed on that spot.

"Look at that pretty arch. Is that how you arch for your man when you cum?"

Your chest was rising and falling at more frequent intervals by now, signaling Hyunjin that your breathing got labored. It wasn’t going to take long for you to snap.

"Show me how you curl your toes, beautiful. Show me."

You were about to cum. Your lips parted more, undoubtedly to allow the moans you couldn’t control to break free. They were getting louder for sure, but they should have turned into screams. For Hyunjin. Because of Hyunjin.

"It's me, don't be shy. It's just us here. Come on, show me."

Your orgasm finally hit you, making you frantically convulse on your bed until you got way too sensitive to the vibrations on your clit.

"Oh fuck, yes. Yes, just a little bit more. More. Soak me. Drown me. Ascend me."

Hyunjin did his utmost best to hold himself back until your spasms stopped and you were just contently smiling on your bed, slowly receding into a state of the most beautiful afterglow Hyunjin had ever seen in his life. 

"Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, YES!"

The second he was convinced you weren’t going to engage in anything else he had to witness, Hyunjin dragged himself away from his lens and shot his load directly on his canvas with loud moans, panting heavily, his toes curling more at the make-believe image of you between his legs. It took a while for him to catch his breath again, but when his sanity started seeping through his body, he looked at the canvas that harbored a nude of you, his cum now dripping off of it.

"We have to meet. I have to exist in your world as much as you’re invading mine, beautiful."

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You sat behind your shabby, wooden desk in the hot, sweat-scented classroom, dimming out the chattering and gossip all around you with your earphones, scribbling doodles and lyrics into your notebook. Your blue pen materialized hearts and clouds and words into your yellowish piece of paper as you waited for Mr. Hwang to enter the classroom, as you waited for the two hours of boredom to pass as quickly as it was possible – or for your teacher to talk of a subject which could interest you, for that matter.

The heavy creak of the door and the following footsteps were the reason you stopped the music which blasted in your eardrums before taking out your earphones, the silhouette of your teacher strutting through the now murmuring classroom, whispers which sounded like questions, and a general confusion spread between the students; unbeknownst to you, yet, as you packed away your phone and opened your notebook on last weeks’ notes, before you finally converted your eyes to the front, finally caught a peak of you teacher; though it wasn’t the teacher you’ve expected to walk into the classroom, not Mr. Hwang, and your jaw would have hit the rough wood of your table if you’d had been any slower at gathering yourself. The man – not a stranger, though unseen and unthought of by you for the past five years – made his way into the spacy classroom, brown briefcase in hand, white dress shirt hugging the lines of his muscles, the ones on his arms exposed as he’d rolled up his sleeves. His attire was missing the tie you remembered him in, and, different to five years ago, the two top buttons of his shirt lay open around his chest – not showing inappropriate skin, though enough to tease, almost, to make you drool in your seat. His black dress pants moved with him as he settled behind his desk, briefcase on the table, one watch-adorned wrist making its’ way into his pants’ pocket leisurely as he looked around the class. He was visibly older, now that you had a good view of him – smile lines deeper, skin more textured, a certain calmness writing his pleasant features –he was just as attractive as you remembered him to be; more so, you’d dare to argue.

“Hi, my name is Mr. Bahng. Professor Hwang suddenly fell ill, unfortunately, and I’ll be his substitute teacher for the time being. I normally don’t teach college classes, but other professors sadly didn’t have the time – I’m well acquainted with Professor Hwang, though, so I agreed to take over his class for a few weeks.”

He was friendly. A charming smile adorned his face, a slight blush played around his nose as he looked around the room, looking at each student for a second or two before locking eyes with the next. For closure, for trust. Then he locked eyes with you, and it felt just like five years ago, when you were fresh eighteen years old, and a bored high school student in your last year before graduation.

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“I’ve never been so excited for class, oh my god.”

You had sat giddily in your seat, anticipating the arrival of your new music teacher. You had only seen him once so far, last week, when he had freshly relocated to the high school you’d gone to, and had been, quite literally and much to Felix’s misery and irritation, head over heels for the man – not because your friend had borne a crush for you; simply because you’d been utterly annoying with your high school love for your teacher. You’d known your yearning had been futile even back then, had known that Mr. Bahng wasn’t possibly interested in a mere girl who had just turned eighteen, yet you’d been young and in need for fun distraction, for amusement. And if that meant drooling over a young, hot teacher who had been just your type, it seemed, then you couldn’t complain.

Next to you, Felix had huffed in amusement as you kept eyeing the entrance door of the classroom, then the clock on the wall in front of you, then the door again. He had prepped his material for class already, in much contrast to your own entirely empty desk; saved for a piece of paper and a pen borrowed from your dearest high school friend.

“Your crush is getting unhealthy… he’s not gonna fuck you, you know.”

Felix hadn’t been judging, yet his voice had been teasing. You’d shot him a glance, had tsked at him which your friend returned with a mocking impression of you – fluttering eye-lids, airy lashes, a dumb-ish smile adorning his face.

“I know he’s not gonna fuck me… that’s not the point, though. Class is boring, and you take your academics way too serious to distract me from it.”, you’d retorted sarcastically, which Felix had accepted with a light-hearted scoff, going back to his notes from last week. You hadn’t been wrong; he wanted to get into college, and with good grades preferably. He’d known you had other priorities; he’d respected, enjoyed, even, your passion for music, and you’d had always have the talent for it. The two of you had always been inherently different, though it had never bothered your friendship in the slightest.

Just as Felix had been about to retort with a snarky comment – or another far too accurate impression of your behaviour whenever Mr. Bahng was around – the door to the classroom had opened, and your music teacher had walked in – dress shirt buttoned up all the way, sleeves rolled down even in the hot weather, a careful tie adorning his fit. There’d been fewer lines of muscle back then, though they had been prominent enough to drive your teenage mind utterly insane. Your eyes had been glued onto him as he had welcomed the class, and Felix had struggled containing his laughter; you had been bashing your eyes at him, and you had been wearing a stupid smile around your lips at a mere look at him, just like your friend had mocked about earlier – and you had been either unaware of it, or you hadn’t been bothered enough to care.

You had eyed your teacher the entire lesson, and as much as Felix had wanted to stay focused, he had giggled and laughed at you, amused at your heart-eyes for someone so entirely unattainable. More often than once you had been in need to copy Felix’s notes because your thoughts – and eyes – had been elsewhere than the board, and more often than not Felix had pretended to stop helping you out in class any further, until you’d gotten over your crush; only in light hearted manner, though, because he couldn’t truly deny you of his help, would have felt far too bad to. Though, Felix had always admired your self-reflection in the matter of Mr. Bahng – there hadn’t been one incident in which you’d been unaware of the hopelessness and the unattainability your one-sided love presented – much to his dismay, because during free windows you would complain about it to no end –; and altogether, you had never spoken of love, in the first place. It had been butterflies, distraction from lessons, stupidity and immaturity – and you had always been aware of it; had always been aware of the impossibility.

Now, five years later, that same teacher was standing before you, substituting your music professor, looking as good as you remembered him to; better yet, even. He stood before you — and everything seemed suddenly less impossible, palpable, almost.

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a soft laugh leaves soryn and he gives an understanding nod. it seemed traffic could be hell in certain places regardless of what time it was. but that was okay since he was forgiving of his tardiness for their date. it was rare for the demon to meet at someones' home, but... gabe gave him a really good feeling when he saw his profile and when they started talking via messages. while he isn't inherently distrustful of humans, it was nice to feel that he could right off the bat.

" no, no, you said it correctly. " his smile grows as he nods. rarely has a first date ever asked if they were pronouncing his name right. then again, he wasn't just like some people, was he? gabe was thoughtful and considerate, even for someone re-entering the dating scene after having been out of it for some time. he made that fairly clear on his profile and soryn was understanding of that. a little surprised, maybe, but understanding regardless.

" why thank you! i get that a lot, actually, but it's still flattering to hear. " there are hardly any compliments that are too old or cheesy for him. of course he does hear that little stammer, but he wouldn't ever point something like that out, though it doesn't stop a hint of amusement from creeping into his smile. when gabe allows him inside, his gaze travels over the interior. " you have a really lovely place here, gabe. it's so warm, cozy and inviting. " if soryn ever considered moving out of his apartment, he might look into a house like this, though maybe a little smaller if he was still living on his own.

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DAY 2: LEE KNOW - HOME USE: DILF!LEE KNOW X HOUSEWIFE! READER

DAY 3: CHANGBIN - SEASON: WEREWOLF (ALPHA)! CHANGBIN X WEREWOLF (OMEGA)! READER

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DAY 17: FELIX - PUPPY LOVE: WEREWOLF!FELIX X HUMAN!READER

DAY 18: SEUNGMIN - GO CRY: HARD DOM!SEUNGMIN X BABY GIRL!READER

DAY 19!: IN - BREED: FOX!I.N X BUNNY!READER

DAY 20: SEUNGLIX - YOU CAN’T RUN: GHOSTFACE!SEUNGLIX X READER

DAY 21: BANG CHAN - DADDY'S TURN: HIM USING YOUR TOYS ON YOU

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DAY 24: HYUNJIN - HANG UP: GHOST FACE!HYUNJIN X READER

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DAY 26: HAN - ONE MORE: INSATIBLE!HAN X READER

DAY 27: FELIX - DON’T FORGET: POSSESSIVE DOM!FELIX X READER

DAY 28: MAKNAE LINE - PLAYTHING PRT 2: VAMPIRE!SKZ X READER

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