“Sometimes You Need To Distance Yourself And Create Alone Time So You Can Really Discover What You

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Ngl this is kinda sweet, you know and sad but still

Before it All Fell Apart

Chishiya x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Prologue to Smile with Teeth. Basically, everything that happened before Chishiya or his fiancé went into the Borderlands. Chishiya’s loss of virginity, the proposal, the actually sending into Borderlands. All in this one shot… it’s - it’s a lot.

Warnings: Insecurities, Smut, Oral (m), Fingering, Loss of virginity (m), Vaginal sex, Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), Fluff, Proposals, Angst, Mentions of death.

Tags: @starjane312 @dream-escaper

Rating: 18+

Notes: It’s not that important for you to read the story Smile With Teeth, but it could give you some backstory and it will make the title to this one shot understandable. Anytime you see (~~~) it’s a time skip.

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The one time you’re okay with no bright smiles is when they are locked with yours. When lips collide, and you can taste the one you love. Kisses of satisfaction and longing, even though the longing did not stretch for very long.

You especially love the kisses you’re currently getting. The way Chishiya is pushing you into the mattress and kissing you fiercely. The type of kiss that fills your stomach with butterflies and sends bolts of electricity throughout your body. You’ve gotten these types of kisses before, but it’s always different coming from Chishiya… because it means something.

Your not just kissing each other because you can. You’re doing it because you want to lick up the taste. Lick up the love you get from one another. The love you both endorse within each other. You are not just caressing each other because it’s available, but because you want to feel all the spots you haven’t explored before. The spots Chishiya has never touched anyone before.

Chishiya pulls away from your lips, leaving a wire of saline between you two. He looks down at you with eyes filled with love and lust but also nervous chills running down his spine. His hair is a mess, and you can only predict you look the same.

This heated make-out session started in your living room and ended with you both in your room on your bed. Chishiya carried you each step of the way and did not detach his lips from yours until now.

You never pressured, or even asked, when you both would take this next step in your relationship. Both of you always wanted to, but Chishiya’s inexperience held him back from taking you the way he wanted to here especially when compared to your long line of experience. 

Here to the bedroom, with you underneath him. His chest is bare, and your shirt is thrown to the side. Leaving you in your bra and shorts.

Chishiya glances down at your body and gulps. Nerves taking over with each second passing and hating it. He hated that he had these nerves with you of all people and hated his incapability to like any person besides you. If he liked people, he wouldn’t be worrying about anything right now. He hates that he’s a fucking virgin… and you’re not. Not because of jealousy - he got over that a while ago - but because he is one, and he has these stupid worries. Worries about pleasing you, what to do now that your shirt is off, and the next step into the first intimacies together.

You cup Chishiya’s cheek with your hand and smile up at him, hoping he’ll copy you back. He does, but not quite one with teeth. You knew he would be nervous; no matter how much he wants people to believe he’s not scared of anything, you know the truth. He has worries, weaknesses, and dreams. And, they all pertain to you, and they’re all out of love. Sweet, endless, pure love.

“You okay, Chishiya?”

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So cute!🥺

dad jisung???

a/n: for my love @chvnnie i miss your face. i hope this does your wish justice. it was hard. also i don’t know how to end a fic lols

jisung as a dad is something you never could have prepared for.

he was more wonderful than anything you could have imagined during your pregnancy - always knowing exactly what you needed, giving you space when you were moody, letting himself take half of the weight as much as he could. he tampered down his own anxiety in favor of addressing yours and you couldn’t be more grateful for it. he even let you squeeze his hands so tight he got bruises during the delivery, and he pranced around telling everyone they were battle scars afterwards.

however, this just meant that once she was born, the anxiety that he had bottled up all came crawling back.

with each day, you relaxed more and more into being a parent, tasks coming naturally to you as if it was ingrained into your brain, while he began second guessing every movement he made.

even now, he’s tiptoeing into your bedroom with barely-there steps, round glasses perched on his nose, holding his breath as he sits behind you on the bed and looks over your shoulder to smile at the baby in your arms.

“hi there, little sprout,” he coos, tracing a gentle finger down her cheek and smiling wider when she opens her mouth and gurgles at his touch.

“she has a name, you know,” you tease, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the baby’s head. you miss the look on his face, but you see when he retracts his hand as if he’s been burnt and scoots back.

you frown as you look back at him to see his bottom lip worrying between his teeth, eyes unsure as they flicker between you, the baby, and the floor.

“hey, ji,” you say, keeping your voice as warm as you can, turning around as gently as you could to face him. “i was just teasing. you know i love your petnames, right?”

“i just,” he pauses, looking down and refusing to meet your eyes. “i don’t want to mess this up. i feel like i’m on the edge of doing something wrong all the time. it’s too important.”

and the silliest thing about this situation is, he’s so good at it. at being a husband, at being a father, at having a family. it comes naturally to him, and if you replaced the second-guessing with confidence he would be sailing through whatever test he’s put himself under.

he’s impossibly affectionate, always telling her from afar that she’s perfect and beautiful, bragging about her to everyone, taking videos of her giggling and making indescribable noises.

he always knows what she wants to eat. always knows just what her cries mean, whether she needs to be changed or she’s hungry or she wants attention, even though they all sound the same to you. knows exactly where to pat her back to make her burp, knows to put her in the right clothes that she won’t be fussy in, knows that in the winter she doesn’t like the heat turned up too high even though it’s cold outside because it makes her too warm. he knows. and yet, he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t.

“you know she’s half yours too, right? you don’t have to fight for her love. she already loves you, just like i do.” you say, not missing the way the tips of his ears tinge pink at your words. “i would say she loves you more than i do, but that’s impossible because i love you too much.”

“no such thing as too much, baby,” he murmurs against your lips as he presses a slow kiss there, leaning over the miracle you’ve created together in the process. when he pulls back, he presses a sure palm to the baby’s cheek, reveling in how she opens her big round doe eyes at him as if she was looking at the sun. if anyone asked you, you would say she was.

“take her for a second?” you ask, gathering her up and depositing her into his waiting arms. “i’m going to go get some water.”

you half expect him to say no, you sit and i’ll get it for you, like he usually does, but he doesn’t. he cradles her like she’s the most breakable thing instead, hands looking impossibly big around her, protective and more sure than they have been since the hospital.

the smile is still ghosting on your face as you slowly sip your water in the kitchen, letting him get as much time as he needs with her with no one watching his actions. even if it’s you.

the sight you’re greeted with when you creak the bedroom door open again is one you wish you could snapshot like a polaroid in your mind; he’s moved to the headboard, legs spread out in front of him and your baby cradled to his chest. he’s singing you are my sunshine to her, a look of pure adoration on his face, the same one you remember seeing when he first met you, when he proposed, at the altar, when he first laid eyes on her in the hospital. his voice is soft and floats around the room, bouncing around the walls and surrounding them in a cocoon of comfort.

“…please don’t take my sunshine away,” he croons, nuzzling his nose against the soft tuft of hair on top of her head. “no one’s ever going to take you away from me, okay? from me and your mom. never.” he swears, wrapping one pinkie around her entire tiny hand. her fingers curl around it, as close to a promise as she can make.

“at this rate, her first word is going to be dada,” you say, making yourself known and holding back your smile at the way he jumps a bit. “she’s definitely going to be a daddy’s girl.”

“is that right?” he says, looking down at her. “are you going to be my little flower?” she gurgles a bit, imitating a laugh, and the way he laughs along with her creates a melody more beautiful than any of the songs he’s ever written.

soft hours

sunshine

a/n: dad jisung pt. II (pt. I) for @chvnnie (i know you know that i don't know how children work but i tried my best. your turn.)

you don’t remember the last time you’ve felt this relaxed. watching jisung with your child. she’s the beautiful creating that you made together, and seeing him with her brings out a feeling within you that you never thought you could reach. he just fits with her so well, like he was made for this, made to be a father and a caretaker, and it makes your heart swell so big you’re surprised it isn’t spilling outside of you at this point.

admittedly, when they both ran up to you during your designated couch-slash-binging-tv-time asking you to accompany them to the park, you felt a little put off. the thought of leaving your warm blanket to brave the outside seemed a little more trouble than it was worth, but both of their doe eyes blinking slowly at you made you cave faster than you were willing to admit. he’s been teaching her his deadliest weapons and now they both have you wrapped around their fingers.

you watch him carry her at the monkey bars for a while before he joins you on the bench you’re sprawled out on. he pulls out his phone to take pictures of her playing on the jungle gym alone, filling his storage space with endless captures that he likes to admire with you before he goes to bed every night. her little five-year-old body gets lost in the colors, springing out at the bottom of slides with happy squeals and crawling up the small ladders to do it again and again.

you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and perfectly content sitting here in the midday breeze. its almost too good, the sun beating down on your face and the sounds of your daughter happy in your ears, and you’re almost too relaxed - and it’s proven right when your eyes spring open at the sound of a thump and her little hiccupping cries.

you go to stand, panic mode setting in, but jisung beats you to it. he’s sprinting to her before you can blink, heaving breaths from how fast he moved even though she can’t have fallen more than ten feet away from you. 

“da,” she cries, reaching out grabby hands to him and pressing her face into his shoulder when he picks her up. 

“oh, flower,” he soothe, rubbing a hand on her back gently. “did my baby fall?”

she nods tearfully, taking in sniffling breaths and fisting her tiny hands into the back of his jacket. he walks with her over to your bench and deposits her next to you, kneeling down in front of her so his face is at level with hers. 

“my flower is the strongest one out there though, isn’t she?” he wipes her tears away with his sleeve, and she giggles through her sobs when it tickles her nose. “where does it hurt, baby?”

she points to her knees, sniffling and pressing her head to your arm. he leans down further to press a few kisses to her knees, making loud smacking noises. she stops crying, wide eyes sparking with unshed tears as she looks at him like he’s hung the sun in the sky. for all she’s concerned, he did. she thinks he’s the most perfect man in the world, and you hope that never changes.

“feel better?” he says, picking her up and spinning her around in the air before depositing her on his hip. “daddy has magic kisses, right? that’s what mommy always says.”

she nods, smiling widely before one of her small hands cups his cheek so she can press a wet kiss to his cheek. 

“you want to know a secret?” he whispers to her, dramatic and silly as he leans close to her. she nods fervently, dropping her mouth open in wonder. “my baby has magic kisses too!”

her lips stretch into a toothy smile, looking extra precious with one of her bottom teeth missing, and she points at you and wiggles around in his arms.

“mommy! mommy needs magic kisses too!” she says, her voice tinkling like bells. you didn’t know that you’d been tearing up at them until now, and you realize that she thinks you’re upset and she wants to make you feel better. you brush away your tears with a watery laugh when he sits her down next to you, her precious body pressed up against yours. he sits on your other side, wrapping an arm around you and tugging you into him. 

“mommy needs two magic kisses, doesn’t she?” he says, winking at her like they’re sharing some kind of secret that you can’t know about. she claps her hands together and jumps up and down a bit, swinging her legs in excitement.

they lean in at the same time and press twin kisses to your cheeks, hers a little messy but still sweet as sugar. they squish into you on either side, sandwiching you between them, and the smile that takes over your face is brighter than sunshine. 

soft hours

I love it so much, it’s so cute💚💚💚

—mean it.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader, oc x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader

word count: 16.2k (i’m so sorry omg)

summary: hyunjin crashing at a party he wasn’t initially invited to, with the one and only purpose of seeing you, could either go incredibly wrong… or incredibly right.

warnings: mansion party, drinking, cursing, heavy making out, foreplay, very slight fingering and handjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), MINORS DNI!!!!

a/n: hellooo, here it is!! this monster of a one shot!!! i am so sorry to those of you who aren’t into long fics (i feel you my bbs i’m one of them lol) but you can always take your time and read this in a couple of days or something idk :’)

either way i hope you guys enjoy and please, please, pleaseeee let me know your thoughts on this. it really took me more effort and time than i had initially calculated lmao and i would really love to gossip about it with you guys<3

Feelings were something Hyunjin had avoided all his life. Or at least for as long as he had learned the meaning of them, along with the implications of being in a formal relationship with the one person you allegedly had said feelings for.

He just didn’t understand why anyone would want to complicate things with them, when they could simply live in the moment and be with anyone they wanted, whenever they wanted. No strings attached seemed like Heaven, and the best way to live your life.

It had worked for him all these years. No complications. No misunderstandings. Just meaningless sex, with girls who knew beforehand they would not be getting anything else from him. If they were lucky enough, they might get to be with him more than once in the name of having a good time, but that was it. That was all they would ever get. That was all he would ever give to someone.

Up until you came into the picture.

You had come to change his entire world without a warning, as you were the exact opposite to him by not being afraid of your feelings — if anything, being in love with the whole concept of them. You were shameless when it came to them. You were in love with the idea of love.

You had feelings for him, and you did not try to hide it one bit. You knew that he knew about them, yet you did not try to play it cool or to even deny it. No, you embraced it. And that was both annoying and terrifying to Hyunjin.

He didn’t know how to react to that. He didn’t like feelings. He didn’t want complications. He didn’t want commitment.

But then he found himself caring a little too much about you and Changbin hooking up.

And he found himself looking for excuses to spend time with you.

And feeling his chest tighten at both the sight and thought of you and his friend.

Until he kissed you. And suddenly he didn’t only feel all that about you and his friend alone, but about you and anyone else. You and anyone who wasn’t him.

He started caring a little too much about you. Wanting to be with you at all times. Wanting to kiss you at all times. Wanting to talk to you, to make you laugh. Wanting to make you feel better whenever you were down, and be there with you through all your achievements.

He started wanting you all to himself.

Just like that, he got caught in the complications he never wanted, and the commitment he had so diligently tried to avoid.

And it took him to lose you for it to hit him why he had found himself caught in all those situations he so confidently claimed to despise.

Feelings. That was the answer. His feelings for you. The very ones he had tried his best to look past and now could no longer deny.

The very ones that ended up bringing him into a house —not to say mansion— he had never been to before, surrounded by people who were mainly strangers to him, looking for the one person amongst all of them he only cared about.

Changbin had called Soyeon as soon as they arrived at the mansion, so she could open the door for them and let them into the party they were both crashing at. Hyunjin only got to greet her before he realised he was third wheeling a matter of seconds later — flashbacks to that one time he had found them making out in Minhyuk’s kitchen coming to mind and making him cringe, being enough to excuse himself from them and decide to wander around on his own instead.

Taking a look around, he couldn’t help but curse under his breath over how fucking big the place was. He was pretty sure the fancy living room alone was bigger than his entire shared apartment with Seungmin and Bin. The marble stairs to the second floor looked straight out of an upper class movie, and he failed at counting all the doors that were at simple sight.

How the hell was he supposed to find you in here?

He was not giving up that easily, though. He had literally only come here because of you, after all. So, with a subtle shake of his head, he made his way through the many acting majors so he could reach what he thought would be the kitchen. You being there getting a refill or just hanging out seemed like a very high possibility.

Only you were not.

There were only a few people in there, and after doing a double take, he came to terms with you simply not being there. Letting out a sigh, he walked up to the counter and poured himself a drink, taking a sip of it as he pulled his phone out and scrolled down on Twitter — maybe you had posted something that could give him an idea about where exactly you were inside this endless-looking place.

“Hyunjin?”

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inhale, exhale.

model!hyunjin x photographer reader. mutual pining and tension and flirting. friends to lovers.

prequel to Breathe, so i highly recommend reading the second part if you haven’t already hehe. reader is wearing a dress/heels.

hyune gives me photoshoots and i give you brainrots in return it is the natural circle of life.. i hope you’ll enjoy this one too 🥹 feedback is highly appreciated as always <3

Hyunjin’s eyes are piercing, locking onto your figure with an intensity that seems to capture you in place. He’s leaning casually against his sleek black car, one leg crossed before the other, arms folded over his chest, unmoving as the sound of your heels echoes against the cobblestone.

Instead, he tilts his head ever so slightly at your approach, his eyes tracing the contours of your silhouette, setting ablaze the scarlet fabric of your gown with their fervent scrutiny.

It was those very brown eyes you first noticed when Minho showed you Hyunjin’s portfolio. You now know that he is drowned in a sea of accolades regarding his physique— his sculpted proportions, the tantalizing curve of his lips and the seductive caress of his fingertips against them, and above all, his alluring aura and the way he works the camera as if it as an extension of his being.

But it is his eyes that have drawn you in first. Piercing, even through a stack of printed photographs in Minho's hands, burning through paper to ensnare your attention. Even more so, when these same eyes found you for the first time, in an outing your best friend Minho organized— an aspiring photographer shaking the hands of an established model, it was a match made in heaven, per se.

Though heaven was the last thing to grace your mind as you looked at Hyunjin, at the way he carried himself with a grace, and a slight cockiness that only comes from knowing your worth.

You caught his eyes multiple times across the dinner table, your knees grazing his underneath it. You returned home with his perfume imprinted into your skin from the lengthy hours you spent talking over drinks, long after Minho went home to his lover, and three cats. You knew then that Hyunjin could never be just a friend to you.

You are even more sure of it tonight, a fleeting four months later. Minho, the heir of your country’s biggest talent agency is hosting his parent’s annual party, gathering photographers, models, and artistic directors alike, a chance to network and score deals you wouldn’t find elsewhere.

Hyunjin insisted on picking you up.

You pause barely a few inches away from Hyunjin, close enough for him to behold the glitter gracing your eyelids, shimmering beneath the moonlight. Smelling his perfume feels like coming home, and you close yourself for a millisecond longer, allowing yourself the electrifying pleasure of being a mere breath away from him.

“Hello, love,” he speaks softly, and his words morph into invisible fingers trailing down your spine, igniting goosebumps in their trail. You’ve never gotten used to this nickname and the way it stumbles so easily from his lips, as if you could, one day indeed, be his love, a reality hovering just beyond your grasp.

“Hi, Hyunjin,” you smile and his placid facade cracks a little, a glint of a grin shimmering on his lips. He drinks you in, his scrutiny deliberate and unhurried, his gaze moving languidly across your form, flickering between all your features as if he beheld time between his palms, and all his seconds could be spent admiring you. It is only when he seems satiated does he speak again.

“You’re beautiful,” he says earnestly, and you don’t miss his choice of phrasing, you’re beautiful as opposed to you look beautiful, as though it matters not what you are clad in, but the fact that it is you wearing it.

Oftentimes, your compliments to him feel superfluous, your words faltering when you think of the many times Hyunjin must have heard the same adjectives describing him. Yet tonight, you cannot conjure a sarcastic retort to drown his sweet words, not before his ebony suit and the satin shirt peeking beneath it, worst of all, the delicate cascade of gold necklaces that glisten mockingly underneath the stars, taunting you, almost, for being able to graze Hyunjin’s skin when you cannot.

So, you settle for the truth.

“So are you.”

“Complimenting me quite easily tonight?” He smirks, and you respond with an exaggerated eye roll, leaning in closer.

“Forget it. You're actually insufferable.”

He mirrors your movement, drawing nearer until your breaths mingle in the space between you both. “I am actually very lovable, thank you very much.”

“Says who?” you challenge, a hint of defiance coloring your words. The kiss he imprints on the tip of your nose comes like clockwork at your words.

“You,” he grins, and you falter, caught off guard by the unexpected tenderness of his gesture. Heat rises to your face, a blush betraying your composure, even beneath your already pink-kissed cheeks, and you curse inwardly at your own vulnerability.

You hate him. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss someone this badly.

He observes your reaction with amusement, a knowing smile playing upon his lips as he taps the car door once before opening it for you. “After you, love.”

Stepping into the sports car feels like walking into Hyunjin’s essence— the rich cognac and oak notes ricocheting off the interior, the scarlet red cushions echoing the passion Hyunjin seems to carry within him.

And amidst the opulent interior, the small water lilies keychain you brought him seems almost out of place, as it dangles from the rearview mirror. Yet, it makes you feel as if part of you has intermingled with Hyunjin’s being, even in the most simplest of ways.

“Are you nervous?” Hyunjin asks ten minutes into your ride, his fingers drumming along the edge of the steering wheel. Your gaze drifts to the golden rings adorning his fingers, each one bearing the iconic emblem of Versace's Medusa. In another life, he could easily be their ambassador and muse.

Hyunjin’s eyes are piercing, not only because of the flames they dip your body in but also because of the gentle way they unravel your layers, understand your silences more than others grasp your words.

“I am. It’s my first time coming as a graduate, you know? What if I don’t leave a good impression on anyone?”

“Impossible.”

Had someone else uttered those words you would have been inclined to contradict them, but Hyunjin speaks with utmost certainty, as if his words are the only conceivable reply to yours.

“Okay.”

His fingers trail along the shell of your ear, delicately tucking a stray lock of hair behind it. The breaths in your chest ebb and flow more rapidly, you don’t know if it is from nerves or his touch.

“Inhale with me,” he instructs, and you follow his lead, synchronizing your breath with his. His hand glides down your jawline, a gentle caress that soothes your racing pulse. “Exhale,” he murmurs, and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding, comforted by the weight of his touch.

You know the ghost of his fingertips will remain with you as the night wears on, a reminder that he is near, just around the corner, waiting for you to call him.

“You’ll do well, I’m sure of it.”

The gathering is held in a different location every year, and this time, Minho chose an intimate setting—a dimly lit hotel bar, graced by the warm glow of chandeliers suspended from the ceiling, brown leather seats surrounding glass tables, and extravagant flower arrangements.

For a split second, your back instinctively hunches, a reflexive response before this detailed showcase of luxury. But then you straighten your spine, comforted by the sound of your clicking heels against the polished floor, and Hyunjin's warm palm against your lower back.

You reach for a drink from a passing tray, the glass cool against your fingertips as you swirl the cocktail within. You take note of the numerous guests, as you cast a glance around the room, each one a titan in their creative field. Hyunjin stands at your side, his shoulder brushing against yours, as he too takes his time in assessing the room.

“Seems kind of boring,” Hyunjin remarks, his voice laced with a hint of disinterest as he leisurely sips his drink.

“Seems like your scene,” you tease, flashing him a playful grin, and he arches a brow in response.

“Oh yeah? And what is my scene?”

“An intimate setting with romantic lighting and jazz music,” you explain, taking a step closer and resting a hand delicately on his arm. “And some wine,” you add, though his attention is captivated by the movement of your shimmering lips as you speak. “And pretty people eyeing you all over the place.”

“Are they?” he counters, his hand sliding slowly to your waist, drawing you nearer with a subtle pull. “I only see you.”

“Really?” you challenge, trailing a finger tantalizingly slow along his jawline, “Then make sure your eyes never leave me throughout the night.”

His gaze remains fixed on your retreating form, a mixture of bewilderment and desire swirling in his eyes. He mutters a curse at the sight of your backless dress— it seems more than likely that you are a killer sent to end him by the end of the night.

It’s a few hours later, and Hyunjin has exhausted every social bone in his being, each interaction draining his reserves of charm and charisma. All he craves now is rest, and the comfort of his home—it turns out that, lately, it is more and more wherever you are, rather than the confines of his house.

He spots you sitting in a secluded corner, bathed in the soft glow of a solitary candle. A gentle smile graces his lips as he observes you, engrossed in nibbling at the snacks laid out before you.

Do you even realize how beautiful you are?

“You’re whipped,” Minho's voice interrupts his thoughts, Hyunjin does not contradict him.

“Is it that obvious?” he replies with a hint of amusement, his eyes never flickering away from your figure.

“You should see how you look at them.”

“Is it weird that everywhere we go, the world seems to narrow down to them alone?” he admits, a tinge of uncertainty coloring his words. The silence that follows from Minho makes a scorching heat creep up his neck, so he unbuttons his shirt for a bit of respite.

Minho shakes his head, a small giggle escaping his lips, before offering a reassuring clap on Hyunjin’s back. “I’ll see you around.”

Hyunjin quickly strides towards you, eager not to waste any seconds far from you, propelled by a longing that grips him like a second skin. He thinks you’re much closer to his heart than the necklaces brushing against his bare chest.

“Found you,” Hyunjin announces with a grin as he settles onto the couch across from you. Your body relaxes once you recognize him, your smile blooms akin to the first petals unfurling in spring.

“See, you didn’t look at me all night,” you pout teasingly and he chuckles, tipping his head back.

“I actually was. I was looking at you, through my heart.”

“How does that even work?”

He hesitates for a moment before his next words spill forth, unfiltered and raw. “I don't need to see you to know that you are near, I just feel it.”

A moment of silence hangs between you before you smile sheepishly, tilting your head to the side in wonder. “How was your night?”

“Productive but tiring, and you?” he replies, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten in the warmth of your presence.

“I got a booking, a big one,” you announce with a grin, and his own smile mirrors yours instantly, his happiness following yours as if tethered by an invisible string.

“Really?”

“Yes, and I think I'll need your help. It needs to be in a bathtub and I know you are busy so it’s okay if—”

“I’m all yours,” he interrupts without hesitation, and you nod, heart swelling with gratitude.

It is quiet then, as you rest your head against the corner of the couch, and Hyunjin mirrors your gesture, his gaze never wavering from yours. The soft flicker of candlelight casts a warm glow upon his bare skin, the one unveiled by his unbuttoned shirt. And your mouth suddenly feels dry, and your heart suddenly aches, for him alone.

He brings his hand near his face, his rosy lips brushing against his knuckles, as your eyes trace the contours of his face— it seems to possess an otherworldly radiance, with dark locks cascading like silken strands, as if meticulously arranged by the hand of Aphrodite herself. Surely, she would adore him too, as would anyone who had the privilege of knowing him.

But you believe your adoration surpasses that of most.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your hand reaching out to rest delicately on his knee. “For finding me again.”

In response, his eyes soften, a gentleness that transcends mere words seeping into his gaze. He's no longer just around the corner; he’s right behind the door, both your hands poised on the doorknob. It is only a matter of time before one of you takes the plunge.

“Thank you for letting me find you.”

🥺🥺

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ (changbin via bubble)

I can’t omg🥵

Are you comfortable writing 3somes? If so, is it possible for me to request a hyunjin x reader x felix smut and they both cum inside her cunt plz? It’s ok if u r not comfortable with this. I completely understand.

Of course I'm comfortable writing threesomes, it's me :)

I loved writing this one, maybe I enjoyed it too much actually. Anywho, here's your request I hope you like it ❤️🥰

This image was also the inspo along with the ask ✨

SMUT WARNING

"Y/N! It's not that hard, come on - focus!" Felix pleads with assertiveness in his voice despite the puffs of breath coming out after almost every second word. 

"Why are you so distracted?" Hyunjin asks, combing his long fingers through his dripping red streaks of hair and sitting down on the wooden floor of the dance studio. 

Felix and Hyunjin offered to take you dancing for the day, seeing as it's a new hobby you've grown to enjoy, so you thought, what better tutors than the masters themselves? Minho couldn't make it so you were left with just the two of them and you thought it would be easy - they're pros after all. 

But things became more and more complicated the longer you stayed, the song the two of them had chosen to teach you on being Taste, there was nothing more difficult than standing in front of two of the most gorgeous men you know, thrusting their hips into the air, throwing their heads back and shamelessly rolling their eyes into the back of their heads while sweating and panting like hungry wolves. 

It became worse when they grew frustrated at your incapability to grasp difficult dance moves - they'd simply raise their voices and position your arms and legs into whichever position they needed to be, basically manhandling you. 

It shouldn't turn you on as much as it does, but whenever Hyunjin's long fingers grip around your thighs, shoving them down or lifting your hips, the quiet whimper always slips out and you simply try to blame it on a difficult position. And whenever Felix stands behind you, whispering in his ocean-deep voice that you need to focus and keep your eyes focused on him, the last thing you can think of is his instruction and rather the vibrations bouncing off of his voice and into your eardrums. 

You're loving every second of this dance lesson, but it's posing to be nearly impossible with both of them out of breath and sweating, chests heaving and mouths hung open. 

"N-nothing," you mumble, going to lean against the mirror with your arms folded over your chest, head leaning back against the glass. 

Felix walks over to the laptop playing music and the all too familiar backtrack begins to play through the surround sound, but instead of starting with the dance moves, the black-haired simply walks over to you, shoving a hand in between your crossed arms and forcing you to open them, taking one of your hands once you do and leads you to the center of the wooden floor. 

Felix begins to spin you around, twirling you and dipping you with the melody of the music and you giggle with him in euphoria. 

His actions shift from sweet to seductive at times, sometimes coming close to your face with his while his hands travel over your body sensually, sometimes staying a few feet away, staring into your soul with his pretty, lust-filled eyes. 

About halfway through the song, Hyunjin joins in Felix's movements, mirroring his hands traveling up your body and the red-haired even goes so far as to stand behind you, anchoring you when you drop your head against his strong shoulder, his big hands gliding up your sides as Felix's slide down your thighs. 

In all this, your hands find comfort in the one or the other's hair or holding their shoulders, whatever feels right in the moment just comes naturally. 

The music dies down, Felix still in front of you and Hyunjin behind you, their hands still on you. 

"So, that's what's been going on in that pretty head of yours?" Hyunjin whispers in your ear, sending a shudder down your spine as you pry your eyes open to face reality.

Felix has a naughty smirk on his face, searching your face for your answer. 

"J-Just distracted," you admit sheepishly, keeping your voice small. 

This isn't the first time this has happened - Felix and Hyunjin have both made you blow them in the studio when you were "distracting" them with the skirt you wore that day, the length of it not even reaching mid-thigh. But you loved every second of it. 

Every manhandling action, dirty word, praise, or command, everything they gave you was enough. 

These two were notorious amongst the members to be the dirtiest and least-filtered, Chan even warned you when you all became friends but seeing as the group always remained together, everyone was open and transparent, sharing any and all secrets, sometimes that included sharing you. 

So, feeling Felix's lips against yours wasn't a surprise, and nor was Hyunjin's teeth grazing your ear. 

"I think," Hyunjin's silky voice leaks into your ear, "You need to be taught how to focus." 

The moan in agreement that slips from your lips is swallowed by Felix, but they know they have the green light. 

Felix breaks from you, removing your shirt quickly and hastily and Hyunjin allows him. 

All three of you sink to your knees in the center of the wooden floor, two pairs of hands drag slowly over your now exposed chest and torso, feeling every part of you, and lift your arms, wrapping them around Felix's neck, the elder's knees behind you becoming your cushion that you seat yourself on. 

Felix slips one of his thighs between yours and Hyunjin's and he guides your hips to rest yourself on him. 

"Go on then," he says in his deepest voice, "Ride." 

Hyunjin shifts closer as well, trapping you in between the two boys' bodies. 

Your hips begin to move involuntarily, gaining some friction by rutting yourself slowly against Felix's thigh. 

Your head falls back against Hyunjin's shoulder and he plants sweet kisses on the exposed parts of your shoulder and neck, his shallow breathing tickling your sensitive skin. 

"This is what you wanted?" he asks against your throat, nipping subtly when you only whimper in response, "Speak," he says more sternly. 

"Yes," you whimper as clearly as you can, the pleasure between your legs increasing when Felix starts to slide his leg in and out between yours. 

Both of your hands drop, one to each of the boys' crotches and all three of you moan in unison when your hands dip into their sweats, finding their dicks and fondling gently. 

You love Felix and Hyunjin's cocks in their own individual ways - Felix's being average length but rather thick and filling, and Hyunjin's not being as thick as Felix's but undoubtedly makes up for it in length, excitement bubbles in your throat when you feel both of them hard already. They love this, and you know it. 

Felix latches his heart-shaped lips onto one side of your neck as you jerk him off and Hyunjin turns your head to kiss him, small groans leaving his lips when your hand grips him a bit tighter. 

"Wanna fuck you," Hyunjin mumbles against your lips and you weakly nod your head in agreement. 

"How about we both fuck her?" Felix suggests the moment he separates from your throat, "So that you can improve your focus,” he adds with a sarcastic chuckle. 

Felix and Hyunjin are walking sex gods, always teasing and flirting and you love that whenever you feel worked up or anxious they manage to find ways, very explicit ways, to help you feel better. 

Clearly, this is one of those days where they seem to need it as much as you do. 

Felix stands up first, removing his thigh from beneath you, and before you could whine about it, Hyunjin slips his hands into your tights and panties, his other hand holding your breast and kneading your skin. 

“Ahng, Jinnie” you beg, asking him without precise words to give you more. 

“You want my fingers baby?” he asks rhetorically, teasing your hole with one of his long and delicate fingers. 

“Please,” you plead, your eyes fluttering shut in delight. 

You hear Felix shuffle closer again, your hands reaching for him and feeling his bare legs, his restricting clothing removed. 

You're about to reach for his cock, to stroke him while Hyunjin fingers you, but the elder behind you stands up, removing his hands as well as pulling you up with him. 

You hear the sounds of clothes being removed, and you glance down to Felix who’s still seated on his knees, but with his hands beginning to trail up your legs from your ankles. 

His fingers hook into the waistband of your tights and he pulls them down, the cold air of the big room hitting your skin and forcing goosebumps over your exposed legs. 

Hyunjin places his hands on your waist, guiding you to sit down in front of Felix while he stays standing, his long and pretty cock inches from your face when he stands up. 

You sit down on your knees, Felix behind you this time, and now, you’re able to feel his hard dick resting between your ass cheeks. 

Hyunjin in front of you bends down and tilts your head up with his index finger, looking into your eyes with a hooded gaze, cocking his head to the side, “Do what we say and you’ll learn your lesson,” he states simply, dragging his thumb over your wet bottom lip, “Disobey, and you’ll be deprived of what you so badly need.” 

You slowly nod your head at him, swallowing the gathering spit in your mouth. 

Hyunjin presses his lips to yours, his plushy lips so different compared to Felix’s - Hyunjin’s are fuller and at this exact moment, hungrier. 

He disconnects his lips, holding your chin in the palm of his hand, “Open,” he orders simply and in a whisper, and you obey immediately, dropping your tongue out of your mouth. 

Hyunjin smirks, licking his bottom lip before dragging his tongue over yours, licking your tongue to taste you, “Good girl,” he breathes. 

Felix, waiting patiently behind you, begins to place small kisses on your shoulders and back, hands sensually dragging over your body until they reach behind you to hold his cock that he drags in between your folds, spreading your leaking juices. 

Your eyes flutter, the tip of Felix’s cock giving you the friction you were deprived of when Hyunjin’s hands left. 

“No, eyes open, on me,” Hyunjin instructs, standing upright and tapping his cock against your lips for you to open, the sight of him towering above you making your needy walls clench around nothing. 

Your mouth opens, but Hyunjin doesn’t slip himself into your mouth like usual, and your hands that are glued to the floor to keep you in position prevent you from touching him. 

“Felix?” Hyunjin calls, and the younger responds with a hum, “Same time?” 

“Of course, let’s fill her up to the brim,” Felix affirms and that’s exactly what they do before you can even grasp their words. 

Felix lines himself up with your entrance, slowly inching the tip in, and then grabs you by the hips with both hands, roughly pulling you down to sit on his cock and the action causes you to sit upright. The moment a gasp of pleasure leaves your mouth, it’s silenced when Hyunjin thrusts himself forwards, shoving his long cock into your warm mouth and you instantly understand what they meant - you’re full, of them. 

Hyunjin doesn’t fuck your mouth too harshly, because he knows he’s big and not everyone can fit him, but his hips make shallow movements to give himself some friction although he knows you’re loving this too, the way you moan when he gives a deeper or harsher thrust is your lightest giveaway. 

At the same time, Felix’s cock fills you up the moment he forces himself in, the stretch stinging yet breathtaking, his cock fits snugly and you love the way he makes you feel full. 

Your hips bounce back onto Felix and his hands come up to take hold of your hair while you blow Hyunjin, the sexiest sight for him is seeing your mouth stuffed with Hyunjin’s cock. 

For a moment, the feeling of being filled to your limits is overwhelming and you feel stinging in your eyes as they fill with tears of pleasure, and Hyunjin notices, slipping out of your mouth instantly. 

He bends down, grazing his thumb over your wet cheek, “Too much?” he feigns concern, voice sarcastic and careless even though his eyes give him away, he was concerned about you, or else he wouldn't let you breathe. 

You shake your head, smiling up at him even through the tear that falls. 

Felix, who had gently thrust his hips into you all this time realizes that Hyunjin pulled out, so he does the same, leaving you feeling empty as soon as their cocks are removed from your body. 

Felix shifts lying down on his back on the cold floor and you follow, straddling him just to meet his lips with your own. His taste is so different from Hyunjin’s, you relish the experience of having them both, at the same time. 

You break the kiss, wondering where Hyunjin went, but your question is answered when you feel his long fingers trailing up and down your sides, then you feel his legs against yours and you know he’s on his knees behind you. 

The previous time you had sex with Hyunjin and Felix, poor Hyunjin wasn’t able to actually fuck you, because you were interrupted by Chan’s call informing you he’d be home soon, and seeing as Felix had just come inside of you moments before, you had to call it quits and Hyunjin had to settle with the promise of getting to fuck you the next time, which is obviously now and knowing Hyunjin, nothing was going to stop him. 

Hyunjin’s hand glides to your lower back, pressing you down and you think it’s to arch, but another hand presses on your ass and you lower your whole body until you rest on Felix, his dick twitching when it's against your wet clit. 

With Felix’s hands on your hips, Hyunjin’s on your ass, and your own planted to the floor, you’re held in the perfect position for the two boys to do what they’ve undoubtedly been planning to do for a while without you knowing. 

“Now, Felix,” Hyunjin says in a deep voice and you feel Felix and Hyunjin, both of them, entering your tight walls, at the same time.

“Ahh fuck!” you cry out, the stretch posing to be impossible for you to handle, your hands clenching into tight fists as you try to take them. 

“Shh, focus,” Felix says deeply, his voice calm and collected, clearly not understanding what you have to go through to take them both. 

“Feel us,” you hear Hyunjin instruct from behind you, bending down to plant a kiss on your shoulder, “Focus, and relax.”

You breathe deeply, focusing on your shuddering breathing and nothing else, not the stretch or the fact that two cocks are entering you at once. 

Both boys moan in unison when your walls loosen and your warm pussy sucks them in, the stretch easing as your body feels fuller than ever before, filled with two big, thick, and long cocks. 

“Jesus, Y/N,” Hyunjin whimpers from behind you, his head dropping onto your shoulder. 

“What a good girl,” Felix praises from beneath you, but you’re too fucked out to even react. 

Your body feels so euphoric that it’s numb with pleasure, you allow your weight to sink down on Felix but you know he has you, they both do.

With their hands comforting you by feeling you everywhere, they guide you into unfathomable pleasure when both of them begin to move their hips into you, when one slides out, the other slides in. 

The feeling is indescribable, impossible to put into words and they know it, they know your silence is because you’re completely fucked out but they don’t stop praising you, reminding you that you’re a good girl, their good girl, always taking their lessons with full determination to satisfy them. 

The drag of their cocks is enough to push you to the edge, enough to make you shatter but when Hyunjin bends down, a long finger drawing fast circles on your clit, that’s when you break, shatter, into innumerable pieces. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, take both cocks,” Hyunjin praises with a whimper as the unexpected knot in your stomach snaps abruptly and you let go, cumming from two cocks and clit stimulation. 

“I-I can’t, I can’t an-anymore,” you breathe out between pants, your drool dripping from your mouth and onto Felix’s chest, your orgasm so powerful and overwhelming that it affects your ability to even think straight. 

“You can, baby,” Felix encourages, his breathing becoming inconsistent and shallow, “I know you can.” 

You moan in overstimulation, Hyunjin’s fingers against your clit not stopping as he continues to thrust into you. 

Both cocks hit sweet spots inside of you that you didn't even know of, a second knot forms in the deepest pit of your stomach and you know you’re really going to cum again. 

“Ah, a-again,” you mumble, eyes rolled back into your head and body limp to the power of pleasure and both boys groan when they feel you clench around them. 

“You’re gonna make me cum, fuck Y/N,” Hyunjin whimpers desperately, his hips hitting their fastest pace, slapping sounds echoing throughout the big room and Felix gives a deep growl, one that comes from his stomach, “I’m cumming,” is all he says and he spills inside of you. 

At that moment, your second and final orgasm possesses you and your body shakes violently, spilling some of Felix’s cum out and onto his thighs. 

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” Hyunjin whispers in the neediest voice you’ve ever heard from him and his hips halt as he unloads inside of you. 

All three of you pant and breathe deeply, your body numb and limp on top of Felix, Hyunjin leaning onto you as well as he finishes inside of you. 

Although your body is already aching at being used the way it was, the comforting feeling of being wrapped by both of these boys baffles your mind and you just know this won't be the last time you three do this. 

“Think you’re able to focus now?” Hyunjin chuckles, stroking the hair sticking to your forehead out of the way, just to find your eyes closed in contentment. 

“Let’s take her home,” Felix mumbles against your hair and you allow them to pick you up, put your clothes on and carry you to their car, your body too tired to even walk but you know that no matter what, you’re safe with them, they’ve always got you.